Hi!! I just stumbled across your page and OHMYGOD. Just love everything about it.
Can I ask a request for some like Blurryface/Reader smut? It doesnât have to be super violent or anything- I just love Blurryface so much and he would be so power hungry and dominate and like absolutely take the reader and be rough and kinky and then after Tyler would regain control and he would be all soft and fluffy-
I have a brain worm for this dynamic
Baby - Blurryface x Reader - Smut
Warnings: Smut lol, once again - unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), blurryface warning lol + the trauma that comes with reading smut :)
A/N: I love writing for blurryface so much - I've got some great blurryface fics planned for the next few days so y'all are gonna enjoy this. It's also lovely to know there are other cliquies who are just as obsessed with blurryface as I am bc I used to scour the internet for blurryface fics (finally glad I can do this amazing service for y'all).
Blurryface had always been someone you were interested in. A part of Tyler you yearned to experience. His voice, his eyes, his personality, everything about him was enough to turn you on. It was complicated. Tyler had just come home from the gym, sweaty and surprisingly frustrated. You knew from the second you saw him that it was Blurryface you were about to meetânot Tyler. He slowly walked towards you, his eyes roaming over you, taking in every detail of your notably vulnerable formâthe shorts and shirt you were wearing revealing enough to turn on Tyler on a normal day. A wicked grin spread across his face as he reached out and roughly grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.Â
âWell, well... Y/N. It is finally a pleasure to make your acquaintance,â he purred, his voice low and seductive. His hand trailed down your chest, fingers grazing over your breasts before landing on your hips, as a gasp escaped your lips.Â
âBlurryface,â you breathed, feeling the intensity of the so-called âmonsterâ in front of you. He nodded, the smirk on his face unwavering.Â
âBaby,â he responded, already using the nickname Tyler had given me in a condescending tone. âMmm, Tyler did a good job with you. Such a beautiful body... I'm going to enjoy teasing you.â He leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered, âAnd don't even think about struggling, baby. We both know you want this just as much as I do.âÂ
His hands continued their exploration sliding lower and lower until they reached the waistband of your pants. âWhat do we have here?â he teased, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric. You could feel your growing excitement, tension pooling in your panties. He leaned in close, lips brushing against your ears as he whispered, âAre you getting we baby? Do you want me to touch you?â He slid his hand further down, groping you through your underwear.Â
âFuck,â you groaned, pressing your forehead against his and he started to rub at your slit, the pleasure spreading throughout your system.Â
It was hard to concentrate, the line between desire and fear blurring as his touch sent electric shivers through your body. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer until there was no space between you, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. The air felt thick with tension, a palpable shift from Tyler's usual tenderness.
Blurryface was differentâdarker, more demanding, but part of you had always been curious. The way his fingers explored your body was unapologetic, confident, as if he already knew your every secret desire. He tilted his head, his lips hovering just inches from yours, and you could feel the heat of him, feel the way he deliberately withheld what you craved.
âYou're trembling, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice deep and amused. His thumb brushed over your sensitive spot, earning a sharp gasp from you. âIs it because you're scared of me?â
Your body betrayed you, pressing into his touch despite the overwhelming mix of emotions flooding your senses. You tried to catch your breath, but it was impossible under the weight of his presence.
âIââ You couldn't finish the sentence, your words swallowed by a moan as his hand moved with expert precision. He chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.
âThat's what I thought,â he said, his lips finally grazing yours, teasing without fully committing. Pausing, Blurryface stripped you completely in the blink of an eye, picking you up and carrying you over to the kitchen. Your back slammed against the counter as he peppered wet kisses across your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth.Â
âYou're mine now, Y/N. Tyler might be soft with you, but IâŚâ His grip on you tightened again, forcing you to look directly into his eyes, which burned with something wild. âI'm going to give you what you want. Iâm going to make you scream.â
His words sent a rush of heat to your core, your body betraying your thoughts as you arched into him, craving more. The conflict inside you ragedâthe fear of Blurryface's intensity, but also the undeniable thrill of it.
Blurryface smiled darkly, reading every twitch and shudder. âOh, I knew you'd be fun.â He leaned down, his lips barely touching your neck as he whispered, âNow, letâs see just how loud I can make you scream for me.â
Your breath caught in your throat as Blurryface's lips brushed your neck, each word dripping with a dark promise. His fingers, now bolder, trailed across your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The air felt electric, his presence overwhelming, yet you couldnât bring yourself to pull away. Part of you wanted thisâthe danger, the thrill, the way he made your pulse race.
Blurryface pressed his lips harder against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. You gasped at the sensation, your body reacting instinctively to his touch. His other hand gripped your waist possessively, pulling you against him with a force that was as commanding as it was seductive.
âYou canât hide it from me,â he whispered, his voice low and teasing. âI can feel how badly you want me.â His fingers returned to your pussy, and a moan escaped your lips before you could stop it. His touch was slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring every moment of your response.
âBlurryfaceâŚâ you managed to breathe out, your voice shaky.
âMmm, say it again,â he purred, his hand moving in a way that made it impossible for you to think clearly. He wanted control, and he was taking it, piece by piece. âSay my name.â
âBlurryface,â you gasped, your back arching involuntarily as he applied more pressure. The pleasure was undeniable, your body surrendering to him even though your mind was conflicted. You knew this wasnât Tyler, not the version of him that was gentle and caring. This was something darker, something more intense, and it was pushing you to your limits.
He chuckled, his lips moving back up to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. âGood girl,â he murmured, the words dripping with satisfaction. âYou see? You were always meant to be mine. Tyler may care about you, but IâŚâ His voice trailed off as he kissed your jawline, his hands still working their magic. âI own you.â
The intensity of his words sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding in your chest. His lips finally claimed yours, the kiss rough and demanding, as if he needed to stake his claim on you. It was unlike anything you had experienced with Tyler beforeâpassion mixed with raw, unrelenting desire. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, and you gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
Blurryface pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and filled with hunger. âI want to hear you beg for me,â he whispered, his voice thick with lust. His hand moved lower, his fingers teasing you mercilessly, driving you to the edge.
You bit your lip, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to escape, but it was useless. The way he touched you, the way he controlled youâit was all too much. âPlease,â you finally whispered, your voice barely audible.
His eyes gleamed with triumph. âLouder.â
âPlease,â you repeated, more desperately this time, your body trembling beneath his touch.
Blurryface smirked, clearly pleased with your submission. âThat's better.â He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours once more before he whispered, âNow, let me show you what it really means to belong to me.â
Blurryface's words hung in the air, heavy with promise, as he pressed his body closer against yours. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, his touch sending ripples of sensation across your skin. His lips found yours again, this time more demanding, as if he was claiming every part of you with each movement. You couldnât help but melt into him, the line between resistance and surrender now completely gone.
His hand slid further down, rubbing your slit in a painful pattern that led to his fingers pumping within you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his fingers found their mark, moving with a deliberate, torturous slowness. The pleasure was overwhelming, his touch igniting something primal deep inside you. You felt your knees weaken, and he chuckled darkly, sensing your helplessness.
âGod, you're so easy,â Blurryface chuckled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your chest. âItâs almost like youâve been waiting for this.â His fingers pressed deeper, drawing a moan from you as your body arched into him, craving more of his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot against your neck, and whispered, âI can feel how wet you are for me.â
His words only fueled the fire inside you, your body responding to his every word, his every touch. It was as though he knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you lose yourself in him. You were trapped in a whirlwind of sensation, torn between the need for more and the intensity of what you were already feeling.
Blurryface's lips trailed down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His hand gripped your waist tightly, holding you in place as his other hand continued its torment. The roughness of his touch contrasted with the slow, deliberate rhythm he set, driving you mad with anticipation.
âYou want me, donât you?â he asked, his voice dripping with dominance. âI can feel it... how much you need me.â His fingers teased you mercilessly, bringing you right to the edge but never letting you tip over. âSay it,â he demanded, his eyes burning into yours. âTell me you want me.â
Your mind was spinning, the intensity of everything overwhelming your senses. Your lips parted, and before you could think to stop yourself, the words tumbled out. âI want you, Blurryface. Please.â
His smirk deepened, satisfied with your submission. âThatâs what I thought,â he said, his voice low and menacing, but laced with a dangerous kind of affection. âGood girl.â
Without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving you trembling and aching for more. You barely had time to react before he spun you around, pressing you against the nearest wall. His body pinned you in place, his hands roaming over your hips, your waist, your backâpossessive and hungry.
He leaned in close, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, âNow, Iâm going to take exactly what I want from you. And youâre going to love every second of it.â
Removing his jeans with no hesitation, he took out his cock, pumping it a few times as precum pooled at the tip. His movements became more aggressive, as he moved you to edge of the counter before slamming into you. You cried out, your body reacting instantly to the sudden intensity, the pleasure crashing through you in waves. His other hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss the side of your neck, biting down just hard enough to send a shock of pain through the haze of pleasure.
âMine,â he growled against your skin, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. âEvery part of you belongs to me now.â His grip tightened, his touch relentless as he pushed you further and further toward the edge. You could feel it building, the tension coiling in your core, ready to snap at any moment. He slammed into you, the tip of his cock hitting that one spot over and over again. Tyler never treated you like this. He was good, but he wasnât this good. âHow you feeling, baby?âÂ
âFuck.â That was all you could manage as he began rubbing your clit in agonizing circles, edging you further and further towards the edge.Â
âTyler wouldnât like you using that kind of language, Y/N,â he smirked.
âShut it. Just keep going,â you groaned, feeling your walls clench as he leaned down to press his lips to your neck. âIâmâfuck. Iâm gonnaââ
âIâve got you, cum for me baby,â Blurryface continued his assault until, with a final, deliberate thrust, the dam broke. Pleasure exploded through you, your entire body shaking as you cried out his name, your voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and desperation. Blurryface held you tightly, riding out the waves of your release, his breath hot against your neck as he came, his seed filling you. âGood girl... I knew youâd be perfect for me. Tyler would be so proud.â
As the aftershocks of pleasure slowly faded, your body melted against the counter, legs trembling, barely able to keep you upright. Blurryface's grip loosened as he let out a soft chuckle, satisfied with his work. He quickly grabbed his pants, slipping them back on before guiding you, still shaky, toward the shower. The steam was already rising, clouding the small bathroom as he left, muttering something about grabbing a few things from the bedroom. Alone beneath the warm cascade of water, your mind raced, overwhelmed by the intensity of everything that had just happened. Each droplet seemed to carry away the lingering remnants of Blurryfaceâs presence, but the sensation of him still echoed on your skin.
You could hear the faint rustling in the hallway, signaling his returnâthough the weight in the air shifted before the figure appeared in the doorway. Tyler.
âY/N,â he murmured, his voice soft and familiar, grounding you instantly. His eyes, tired yet full of tenderness, roamed over your body as if he were trying to assess you from a distance. âBlurryface⌠heâare you okay?â The concern was clear in his voice, though it seemed layered with the fatigue of someone who hadnât been fully in control of himself for some time.
âIâm okay, Ty,â you reassured him, nodding, though your voice was still slightly breathless. You stretched out your arms, inviting him to join you. The tension in his shoulders eased a little, and he placed your towels on the hooks before stepping into the shower with you. The moment he slid in beside you, his hands found your face, cupping it gently as if afraid you might shatter from his touch. His lips met yours softly, the kiss slow, unhurried, as the water soaked through his hair, causing strands to fall messily into his eyes.
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he whispered against your lips, his thumbs brushing lightly across your cheeks. âI hope⌠I hope he wasnât too rough with you, baby.â His voice wavered slightly, the concern evident as his fingers trailed down to your waist, holding you close with a protective, almost reverent softnessâso different from Blurryface's possessive touch.
You shook your head, gazing up at him. âNo, he wasnât. It was⌠nice. I liked it.â You could see the hint of relief wash over him at your words, though a flicker of something more lingered in his eyes, as if he was still coming to terms with the part of himself that he shared with Blurryface. As his chest pressed against yours, the contrast between the two of them became more apparent. Blurryface was wild, raw, a chaotic forceâbut Tyler was your anchor, steady and warm. Together, they balanced each other, and somehow, both sides made you feel whole.
His lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin as he held you against him. âI donât know what Iâd do without you,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. The tension in him seemed to dissolve the longer he stayed close, as if being near you brought him peace.
You smiled, running your fingers through his wet hair. âYou donât have to worry, Ty. I'm right here⌠with both of you.â The words felt weighty, but they were the truth. Tylerâand Blurryfaceâwere a part of you now. There was no denying it anymore. You felt it deep in your bones, in the way your body responded to them, and in the connection you shared that transcended the physical.
Tyler let out a soft, contented sigh, resting his forehead against yours. âYouâre everything to me,â he whispered, before kissing you again, slower this time, more deliberate. His hands roamed your body, gentle and reassuring, as if he needed to feel every inch of you to make sure you were truly okay, truly his. In this moment, the chaos of the outside world faded away, leaving only the sound of the water cascading around you, the feel of his skin against yours, and the certainty that thisâthis was where you belonged.
With Tyler. And Blurryface.
You didnât need anything else.
