Tyler Joseph Smut Novels & Stories

**SMUT WARNING** Kia's POV: Zoning in and out of the discussion I remember that I'm sitting on Tyson's lap. A evil thought pops up in my head along with feeling guilty for hurting them, I start wiggling my ass against Tyson "woman what are you doing?" he whisper shouts in my ear "I'm just trying to get comfortable daddy" I whine out as I wiggle more starting to feel his reaction to my ass constantly rubbing on his package. I look at the clock noticing we only have a few minutes left. Tyson grips my thighs trying to make the rubbing stop. Smirking I stop the movement all together. Leaning my face into his neck I start biting and sucking his neck making more love bites. I open my eyes looking

Riley gently scolds starring at the four of us. Amy's eyes flicker between Ty and Tris; "Right, sorry; you're boys are handsome, Liam and they look so much like you." "I'm 4 years old and Trissy's 1 year old," Tyler announces proudly from in between Axel and me; while holding Axel's hand. "What's your name, sweetheart?" Amy asks him; squatting down in front of Tyler. Tyler looks up at me in question and I not for him to answer; "I'm Tyler Lukas Carmichael; and my bofer is Tristan Patrick-Riley Carmichael. Our daddy Luke died but we hafe a new daddy."

Tyler pointed out, smirking and I immediately wiped the smile off my face. "It's not like you don't enjoy the kill as much as I do." "Of course I do, brother, but here's where we are different: I don't only smile when I kill my prey, I smile when I'm with our mate and when something is really funny." If I smiled as much as Tyler did, I'd end up dying before my time. But Tyler was right, he smiled more often than I did. He was the sweet brother but ruthless when need be while I was simply the never smiling and yet ruthless brother.

As Trevor stepped into the pub, with everything he had learnt today and what had happened, he believed having a few drinks would calm him down. He was aware he would only forget what was happening to him until he became sober again. The pain would hit him ten times more than the previous one. Still, he didn't mind. He just wanted to forget he had lost the most precious thing to him. "Hey, buddy!" Trevor's eyes flitted to a muscular man with a buzz cut as he nudged him. "Got a lighter on you?" He pointed to the cigar that was settled between his lips. Trevor noticed as he spoke that a few teeth were missing from his upper and lower jaw. He didn't look like he had gotten into an accident.

A pastel pamphlet from her church choir. And the newest addition: a grainy cell phone photo of Tasha holding a ring box. She was smiling because she was engaged. To this Rupert Myrie. Joseph stared at the man's image. He had a narrow face, a hollow jaw, untrustworthy smile. The kind of man who would fold under real pressure. 'Unworthy,' growled Rex. Joseph's lips twisted. 'Agreed.' He picked up the file and slammed it shut. Then, slowly, he lit a cigarette—his first in nearly a year. The flame sizzled against the paper. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm the hot pulse burning under his skin.

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

he looks at her with those hungry eyes. “Joseph.” I almost nearly smack him, “Buy the girl a drink before you start hitting on her.” “Don't worry,” Tyler says, “I will be the one doing the hitting.” “Dammit.” I watch as Joseph's legs become jelly, “What do you want to drink?”

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.