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eufezco · 1 year

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A TASTE OF YOU – Tyler Galpin x Vampire!reader

SUMMARY – You accidentally bite Tyler.

Wednesday ordered both of you to stay in your dorm until she and Enid were back, and you and Tyler were following her orders extremely well because none of you felt the need to be around anyone else or be in any other place when you were together.

The first time you met Tyler you would have sworn you had never seen anyone as beautiful as him. His caramel hair and his green eyes shone under the dim lights of the coffee shop where he worked, and when he saw you entering the shop along with Wednesday and Enid, with your red eyes shining so brightly and hypnotizing him, he would have sworn that you were an angel. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Tyler at first seemed like something you couldn't afford, you couldn't even be in the same room as him without all the muscles in your body tensing and that lump of fear of not being able to control yourself forming in your throat because Tyler smelled so good. You've never wanted anything more than a taste of Tyler. You wished you didn't think of him in that way, and you felt so bad at first for having those thoughts about him but it was your nature, you couldn't help it. His smell was so intense and strong to you that when he was around, you couldn't even perceive the smell of coffee nor the smell of the people in the cafeteria either, only his.

Then you started spending more time together and you got used to his intoxicating scent, to his long and tempting neck, to the thick veins running down his hands, and he got used to your cold skin every time he would put his on top of yours, to the way you liked your coffee, and to make sure that your favorite table was free every time you visited him, the farthest away from people and windows.

In an act of courage, you invited him to the dance. He looked amazing in his white suit and he couldn't stop complimenting you and how beautiful you looked in your white dress. His face was so close to yours while you danced that you could even feel your breaths mixing until the moment was ruined and you both ended up soaked in fake blood. Enid and Wednesday kept their curious eyes on both of you all night, and you internally blamed both of them for being so gossipy about Tyler not kissing you that night, but you kept saying to them that everything was fine between you and him and that it wouldn't have happened anyways because you and he were just friends.

Now he was sitting on your bed, with his back against the wall and one of your scrapbooks on his legs, waiting for you to finish your essay while he checked all of your memories glued to a notebook. This moment brought so much peace to both of you and it made you feel good that you could be in the same room in silence and it didn't feel awkward at all, but you couldn't help but think about the way he was leaving his scent in your bedsheets. Not only there but all of your dorm smelled like him.

"And... I'm done." You announced to him. Tyler raised his eyes from your album to look at you while you closed your books and laptop. In fact, he had been looking at you for a really long time, but every time you turned around to see what he was doing or if he was bored, he acted as if he wasn't paying attention to you. He watched you all the time, even when you thought he wasn't: the first time he saw you no one else seemed to exist in his eyes. He was looking at you through the store window in Jericho looking for the perfect dress with Enid. Then Wednesday appeared by his side all of sudden, and she almost gave him a heart attack. She told him how creepy he was being by stalking you and not going inside and talk you. He was looking at you dancing with your friends and having fun at the dance while he went to refill his cup, and he was looking at you at that time as well, focusing on your homework and biting your lower lip.

You sat in front of Tyler to see what part of your scrapbook he was looking at. "Oh that's when me and my family travelled to Transylvania."

Tyler kept turning the pages and listening closely to everything that you told him about your travels, your family, your friends. He also asked you a lot of question only so you could keep talking. Until he got to the page where you glued a sugar sachet from the Weathervane cafe and a piece of a napkin with the name of the cafe. You wrote the date and a "T" in the corner of the page. The letter was small, barely visible, but Tyler was quick to notice and couldn't help but smile while looking at the page.

"It is from the first day I went to Jericho." You tried to explain. It was obvious that he noticed that that page was his.

Tyler nodded. The smirk remained on his lips as you tried to justify yourself. "That's all that happened that day?"

"That's all I remember." You teased him.

"Oh, that's all you remember?" Tyler asked, closing your scrapbook while subtly leaning towards you. You nodded, swallowing nervously for having him so close.

Your breaths mixed, just like the day of the dance, but this time Tyler was not going to back off. Duringt those seconds of silence Tyler's eyes took their time to stare at your lips, and then his eyes tried to meet yours but your eyes were focused on his lips. So pink and cute. Tyler's scent took over your entire body, and that was the hardest exercise of self-control you had ever had to make. Your gums hurt from holding your fangs, you were trying so hard to not let them out and ruin the moment.

"Y/n?"

You hummed, letting him know that he got your attention.

"Can I kiss you?"

You nodded to his question, closing your eyes, and inhaling Tyler's scent. He licked his lips before he leaned towards you and connected his lips with yours. He did it carefuly. Tyler's lips were soft and warm, and they moved smoothly with yours. You let out a sigh against his lips, and what you tried to prevent, inevitably happened. Your fangs came out when you were sucking on his lower lip and your sharp teeth sunk into his skin. Immediately after, he hissed and broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his lip, and discovering the blood coming out of them.

"Tyler, I'm so sorry." You were beyond embarrassed. Not only did you hurt him but now the smell of his blood was making your irises turn into an intense red. Your eyes were locked on the blood running down his fingertips, and the beautiful red color of it, feeling your fangs grow bigger and your throat go dry. You looked away as soon as you realized how creepy that was probably being. "I'll go and get you some paper."

"No. It's– It's okay. Look, I'm fine. Nothing happened." He quickly licked the blood off his lips, not giving it much importance so you wouldn't give it either and as if he had not realized the reaction that what just happened had had on you, he kissed you again.

Your eyes opened wide while Tyler kissed you. His mouth tasted like blood. But not any blood. His blood. And it was as sweet as you imagined it to be. The little wounds on his lower lip were still bleeding a little bit, the blood coming out of them going directly into your mouth and making you tense your back. Tyler thought that you were just nervous so he moved one of his hands to cup one of your cheeks in an attempt to reassure you. You shouldn't be enjoying this, but you would be lying if you said you had never imagined what this moment would feel like. The warmth of his touch made you come back to reality and realize that you weren't kissing him back. You closed your eyes and your hand went to the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

Your lips focused on his lower one which Tyler appeared to enjoy because of the way, he hummed against your mouth. Your hand was deep inside the curls at the back of his head, pulling him closer if possible, and both of his hands were on your cheeks.

"Ew." Wednesday said. "I'd rather have needles under my fingernails for the rest of my painful existence than have to watch this again."

"Oh, come on..." Enid nudged Wednesday. "You guys are so cute!"

By the time your friends interrupted you two, you made sure that no sign of blood was left on his lips or yours. Your two friends entered your shared dorm and approached you and Tyler to explain what they had found out. You got up from your bed and let them know that you needed to use the bathroom.

Even though your cheeks were cold, you had that human sensation of them burning after your kiss with Tyler. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the bloodstain on your cheek. When Tyler cupped your cheeks, he still had blood on his fingers after wiping it from his lips and now it was all over your cheek. You knew it was bad, you knew that you shouldn't do it, but you couldn't waste such a delicacy. You licked the tip of your thumb and ran it over your cheek, collecting his blood and then you sucked on your finger.

You loved everything about Tyler.

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textualdesires · 1 year

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Animal Impulses [Tyler Galpin x Reader]

You stumbled upon his hideout. Had discovered his secret. And you had every intention of helping him control his urges.

[Tyler Galpin x gn!afab!reader]

WEDNESDAY SPOILERS BELOW

Warnings: Dacryphilia, Blood Kink, Pain Kink, Size Kink, marking, choking, P in V penetration, Oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), mentions of murder, tyler being creepy, dubcon if you squint

18+! MINORS DNI! (I will block you.)

Enjoy!

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„You should be running.

Be scared of me.

How are you not scared of me?“

You don’t know how you found yourself in this situation to begin with.

You should have known better.

There was a curfew for a reason.

My god, a killer was on the loose.

Targeting both the Nevermore students and the townsfolk.

But yet your feet almost automatically strutted through the fallen leaves.

You had found a cave, then.

And just like a child, curiosity got the best of you.

You didn’t know.

That you had walked straight into his lair.

You’d known Tyler for ages.

The sweet barista who always made sure your drink was extra hot, like you requested.

Who had at some point memorized your order, your cup ready before you even entered.

Sure, you had crushed on him.

Who wouldn’t fall for the soft curls, the bright smile and the intriguing secret behind his eyes.

You finally found out what it was.

His heavy steps cornered you now.

He towered over you as he trapped you against the walls, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen.

„I know you won’t harm me.“

It was barely a whisper.

Your breath was visible in the cold night air, your cheeks reddened not only from the temperatures.

You could feel a warmth radiating off him, even as he stood in only a shirt.

His fist hit the wall next to you with an impact that made some rubble fall.

„How are you so sure?

I don’t see friend or foe when the impulse takes over.

I could hurt you without even knowing it.“

Your hand found his tense shoulders now as you soothed over his barely covered skin.

A deep breath escaped him now, like he had let go off years of pent up anger.

But he was far from calm, far from harmless.

Somehow that just drew you in even closer.

„I know you, Tyler.

You’re not a bad person.

Your impulses, tell me about them.“

„You sound like my shrink.“

„I’m just trying to help.“

„How could you possibly help?“

It was you who had the upper hand now.

Softly you let the hand that was previously on his shoulder drag towards his chest.

You inched in closer, so close you could almost feel his lips on yours.

„Perhaps I can take away some of your pain.“

That was his cue as he harshly pushed his lips against yours.

You matched his pace, fighting desperately for control.

You weren’t surprised when his teeth gnawed on your bottom lip.

He had drawn some blood with his sharp teeth.

You could see him changing now, see the ferocity in his every move.

His chest was heaving as he desperately tried to hold back the animal impulses.

With a grin you licked the blood of your own lip.

He pulled you in by the waist, hips grinding against yours as he once again took you in.

He had tasted blood and he wanted more.

In whatever way he could.

It was you who slowed him then, forehead resting against his.

„Does it help? Does it still the urges when we kiss?“

„It does, but I want more. I need more.“

„I have more to give.“

You started leaving chaste kisses along his jaw, lips traveling towards his neck.

You sucked bright red marks into his skin, the fact that you were marking up the police chief’s son just giving you even more confidence.

His hand found your hair then, pulling you back.

„Stop being a tease.“

„Why? I thought you needed more.“

„You should not mess with me.“

You grinned a bit as you pulled his shirt above his head then.

You wondered where all this toned body and warm skin had been hidden when you would ogle at him in the coffee shop.

You wanted him for a while now.

Your sharp nails dragged along his torso, causing Tyler to groan.

He knew pain, it had become a close friend.

One he loved when it came from you.

God, you were even better than he could have imagined.

He had been pinning you for ages.

Had tried to tell himself it was just a harmless crush.

Even when he could smell you from miles away.

Even when he found himself in front of your window, quietly looking in.

You had come to him like a gift from the gods.

You had dropped to your knees now, not even caring about the gravel scratching up your knees.

You were quick to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers at the same time.

His physique just kept bringing surprises.

With a tip of his finger he tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes.

He did not want you to stop, god no.

But he was afraid of what he would do once you started.

„Are you sure about this? I have no clue how this will affect me-„

He didn’t get to finish his train of thought.

You grabbed him, your tongue swirling across his tip.

The grunt that left his body was inhumane.

Like he had been touch-starved for centuries.

And you were intent on fulfilling his desires.

You opened your mouth, letting your lips slip around his tip.

His hands immediately found your hair, scalp burning as he took control.

He pushed himself further into you, causing you to gag around him.

Tears started running down your cheeks as he continued to push into your throat.

He was vocal, clearly enjoying himself.

You could feel it, too.

The way he would twitch every now and then, precum filling your mouth.

He pushed you off him when he couldn’t handle it anymore.

„Stand up.“

It was an order, one you gladly followed.

Your eyes shot up to his and a breath escaped your lungs at the state he was in.

His pupils were blown, his chest heaving.

His curls had fallen clad against his forehead with the heat you produced.

He grabbed your chin so softly, you almost forgot the monster behind his eyes.

Soft kisses found your cheeks as he relished in the taste of your tears.

His mouth traveled further and further, coming to your beck and leaving wet trails that cooled with the night air.

You could feel yourself pulse at how much he turned you on.

„I can smell you, you know?“

You gulped slightly, causing him to chuckle.

Your cheeks were now beyond red, your face emitting just as much heat as his body was.

You tried hiding your face in his shoulder but he would not let you.

His hand gripped your cheeks then, pressing a long and furious kiss onto yours.

„Never said I didn’t like it.“

His hands rummaged your body, grasping at the too many layers you wore.

Carefully he slipped you out of your coat, letting it topple to the floor.

He was not as careful with your shirt.

With a loud rip he had torn it off you, leaving you exposed.

„Tyler!“ You yelled in surprise.

„Don’t fret about the shirt.

I told you, I needed more.“

You shut up then, his hands unclasping your bra and throwing it to the ground.

His lips traveled along your clavicle, further and further down until finally he found the are he desired.

He was quick to pull your jeans down your waist, causing you to stumble.

His hands were fast to hold you in place.

His tongue lapped at your core feverishly within seconds.

He didn’t give you time to adjust as his sloppy movements started.

He was fast but controlled, knowing exactly how to move.

„You taste just as good as I imagined.“

Your cheeks reddened even further if that was possible.

Gosh, how could you have been missing out on this?

Perhaps you should have done this sooner.

Maybe you could have prevented some of the misery then.

A gasp escaped your mouth as he pushed two fingers into you without warning.

His long fingers stretched you out delicately.

He had to prepare you for what he wanted to do.

He had urges, sure, but he was not cruel.

Not to you at least.

His tongue worked simultaneously with his fingers, curling and hitting a spot deep inside you.

You saw stars as your body felt overwhelmed, your legs almost buckling underneath you.

„Tyler, I‘m gonna-„

„Cum for me, little one.“

He didn’t need to tell you twice.

Your moans echoed along the empty space as you gripped his hair for any form of stability.

You thought you would faint.

You swore you could have.

Tyler stood again once you had gotten over your high, pulling his long fingers out of you.

„Taste yourself.“

Your lips wrapped around his fingers, his eyes scanning you as you lapped up every last drop of it.

God, he wanted you.

Needed to feel you around him.

He wanted to destroy you.

His hand wrapped around your throat immediately.

You squealed under his touch, for the first time showing any sort of fear.

But this was no normal fear, no.

It was laced with arousal, laced with want.

It was more delicious than any fear he’d seen before.

The moan that ripped put of your throat as he squeezed made him hungry for more.

„You liked that, huh?“

You nodded softly, an innocent smile meeting his dark grin.

He picked you up by the thighs then, pushing you into the wall behind you.

With ease he held you in his place, his arms flexing.

He needed to get his fix now.

He lined himself up with you as your hands wrapped around his neck, holding on to him.

You hissed as he pushed his tip into you.

Even now he was slow and careful not to injure you.

A whine escaped him as he bottomed out.

Slowly he started pushing into you.

His hips snapped against yours as he almost pulled out only to thrust back in again.

He picked up his pace, groans escaping him as he fucked into you harder.

It didn’t take you long to get to your second orgasm.

He rode it out with you as your fingernails scratched up his back and neck.

He was determined to give you what you wanted.

Your loud moans had him getting closer to his own relief quickly.

His hips stuttered when he came with a few loud groans.

He stilled, pulsing inside of you as you could feel him filling you up.

His lips found your neck again, biting and sucking at the skin to stifle his sounds.

He had to mark you as his.

Had the world to see that he wrecked you.

Carefully he set you back down as he tried to catch his breath.

A short laugh escaped his lungs as he saw how exhausted you looked.

It was an earnest one.

Like you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

Your heart fluttered softly.

It felt like he was himself again.

The barista that would make sure the heart on your drink‘s foam was perfect.

The one who would trip over his own two feet when you caught him staring.

The one you had fallen for so effortlessly.

He pushed his forehead against yours, pressing a few soft pecks onto your lips.

„You understand you can’t tell anyone?

About the lair?

About who I am?“

You nodded softly.

You would keep his secret if it meant you could keep him around.

Your hand softly pushed his hair out of his face.

„This can be our little secret.“

He smiled, another kiss meeting your lips.

He pulled you against him then, his arms wrapping around your waist softly.

He never wanted to let you go again.

You were his now, had saved him.

Why kill when he could have his own personal way of stilling the animal impulses?

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valeskafics · 1 year

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Obsessed - Tyler Galpin x Reader

A/N: First time writing for Tyler oganrignoerpg

Summary: You belong to Tyler. You just don't know it yet.

TW: profanity, innuendo, sexual situations, p in v sex, stalking, obsessive behavior, mildly dubious consent (explicit consent is given soon after), overstimulation, choking, voyeurism

Word Count: 2,303 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Tyler always knew fucking with Xavier Thorpe was going to bite him in his ass. He didn’t know why, but he simply knew. He just didn’t know how or when it would happen.

And then you came into his life.

When you started attending Nevermore and ventured into Tyler’s coffee shop for the first time, he was stunned. Someone like you goes to Nevermore? You practically radiate sunshine. He thinks that, if it were physically possible, flowers would start blooming wherever your feet would touch the ground.

When you walk in and the bell chimes at Weathervane, he doesn’t look up at first. But then, when you approach the counter and he smells your scent, his mouth waters. He looks up and stares at you unapologetically, considering your eyes are focused on the menu and not him at the moment.

You are backlit by the afternoon sun and you look like a goddess to him. Your hair, your eyes, your skin… He wishes you weren’t wearing that stupid uniform because, God, he wishes he could see the rest of you. He just knows you would be better than anything he could dream up.

He’s a man obsessed the moment you smile at him and open your mouth to place your order.

You glance down at his name tag, committing his name to memory, before you meet his gaze again, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you smile, “Hi, Tyler! How are you today?”

His jaw drops slightly at how nice his name sounds coming from your lips and how much he wants to hear you scream it; he’s silent for a minute too long, but you just wait and smile pleasantly until he manages to stutter out, “I-I’m doing pretty well. Can’t complain,” he pauses, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N. It’s really nice to meet you,” you reply, extending your hand for him to shake, surprising him, “I just started at Nevermore, so I’ll probably be seeing you around a lot. Hope you don’t get too sick of me!”

How could he ever get sick of you? You’re everything he’s ever wanted.

And then, everything comes crashing down when Xavier fucking Thorpe walks in. He gives Tyler a dirty look and turns to you. He says he’ll take you somewhere else, that the service at this place is terrible, while giving Tyler a sharp glare. You shake your head and tell him you’ll only be a second.

You ask Tyler what he recommends, smiling at him again. He feels his chest puff out with pride as you listen intently and end up ordering what he suggests. When you pull out your money to pay, he places his hand over yours and shakes his head.

“It’s on the house.”

You thank him and move to leave a generous tip in the tip jar, “Thank you, Tyler. See you next time!”

Xavier all but drags you out of the store, and Tyler knows he’s probably telling you about their history.

But what really bothers him is the way Xavier looks at you. Like you’re his.

Because you’re not.

You belong to Tyler. You just don’t know it yet.

Wednesday is the next customer in line. She stares at Tyler with her usual deadpan expression.

“He likes her. They aren’t dating, though.”

“W-what?” Tyler asks, not even looking at her, still staring at your retreating form.

“If you can’t be bothered to listen to me the first time, I won’t bother to repeat myself.”

She snatches her coffee from Tyler and goes off the way you did.

Tyler knows he’s not a good guy. He’s done horrible things to people who probably didn’t deserve it. And he’s enjoyed doing it. But it’s not his fault, is it? Doesn’t he deserve something good in his shitty life?

Doesn’t he deserve you?

He uses his newly realized Hyde abilities to keep tabs on you, for your own protection of course. He watches you in your dorm. Bianca is your roommate and often he thinks that he may just kill her if she doesn’t glaring at you the way she does.

How can she dislike you? You’re perfect. And then he realizes.

She dislikes you because Xavier constantly trails after you like a lost puppy. Wednesday tells him that you and Xavier are childhood friends and that’s how you know each other. That you’re a psychic but went to normie school all this time.

He stalks your social media presence. He learns everything about you. Your favorite bands, your favorite foods, your favorite color. And everything he finds out simply serves to fuel his obsession.

It all comes to a head when Xavier asks you to go to the Rave’N dance with him, Tyler almost blows a gasket. When you show up that day, all smiles and with Xavier beside you, it takes everything in him not to just murder Xavier right there. Especially when he looks at him with that smug smile.

“You kids have fun,” Tyler smiles awkwardly.

You smile back at him, “Maybe I’ll see you there? Wednesday doesn’t have a date!”

Wednesday gives you a dirty glare, but Tyler jumps on the opportunity to be near you.

When you and Xavier leave, Wednesday stares him down, “Your attempts to flirt with my friend are pathetic and I pity you,” she pauses, “But, I am mildly interested in seeing you make a fool of yourself in front of the entire school, so be at my dorm at 8,” she gives him one last look, “She says you look nice in blue. Work that in somehow.”

So, he shows up at Nevermore in his white suit and a pale blue shirt. Tonight’s going to be the night, he decides. He’s not waiting another damn minute.

When the townies pull their stupid prank and Wednesday runs off after Eugene, he sees the perfect opportunity. He grabs you by the hand while you frantically search for Xavier, who lost you in the crowd.

“I’ll get you to your dorm, Y/N.”

You throw your arms around his neck and thank him, “I’ve fallen in this stuff ten times!”

He laughs at how cute you sound when you’re annoyed. The two of you make it up to your dorm. He asks if he can come inside. You shrug and agree, not seeing any harm in it.

You tell him you’ll be right back, that you want to wash the paint off of you before it sets in your hair.

And so he waits. Patiently. He sits on your bed and imagines what you probably look like right now, all that water pouring down on your naked body.

When you walk back in, you’re wearing a baggy tee shirt, your favorite to sleep in.

Xavier’s shirt.

Tyler growls and stalks over to you, pushing you against the door, “No, you know what? Fuck this.”

And he slams his mouth on yours. Your eyes widen in surprise as you try to push him off of you. When he finally pulls back, you stare up at him in confusion.

“Tyler, I don’t understand-”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N,” he snaps at you, “You know I want you.”

“You what?”

He grins down at you, caging you in against the door, “And I know you want me and not that freak Xavier.”

You glare up at him and he finds it kind of adorable, like an angry little kitten fighting a lion, “He’s not a freak! He’s my friend!”

You move your hand to slap Tyler, to try to get away from him, but he just pins both your hands against the door, “Say you don’t want me.”

“I,” you pause, staring up at him, “I-”

“Yeah, you hate lying, don’t you? So you can’t say it,” he leans down, his breath mingling with yours, “Tell me the truth, Y/N.”

“I want you.”

And he presses his lips to yours again. He tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth, making your mouth open for him and allow him to massage his tongue against yours. He moves his hands to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he demands, “I’m going to fuck you against this door and this entire fucking school is going to know who you belong to.”

You do as he says, unaware that Xavier is about to knock on your door, to make sure you’re okay after all the craziness of the night.

But Tyler knows. That’s why he’s not having you on your bed.

His face and body are still stained with red paint, looking more like blood than anything.

“Say my name, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Tyler.”

He knows Xavier must be burning up inside right now. He discreetly unlocks your door and pulls you by the hand away from it.

“Take that asshole’s shirt off.”

You move your hands shakily to lift it over your head. Apparently, you take a little too long for Tyler’s taste, because he lets out a low growl, stalks over to you, and rips it open, surprising you.

“Tyler, what the hell?”

He hears the door open and before you can notice anything, he grabs you by the back of the head and is kissing you again.

“No underwear?” Tyler grins at you, “Baby, you knew I was here waiting for you. Did you do this for me?”

You nod your head, looking at him, completely bared to him, “I didn’t know you wanted me. But I wanted you from the moment I saw you, Tyler.”

His eyes light up and his smile widens, “You got me, baby. And I got you.”

You tug at his shirt, “I can’t be the only one naked here, Ty, it’s not fair.”

He audibly groans at the nickname, seeing Xavier peering through a crack in the door from the corner of his eye, “Okay, baby, one second.”

He ditches his jacket with your help, followed by his pants and shirt, and finally his boxers. You smile at him cheekily, seeing the pre cum dripping from the tip of his cock.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Oh yeah?” Tyler asks, pushing you down on the bed to lie down on top of you, “What about you?”

He trails his fingers down to your pussy, to find that you wet and desperate for him.

He swipes one finger against you, grinning as he repeats your words, “Someone’s eager.”

“Ty, please,” you plead, looking in his eyes, “I’m ready, just fuck me.”

He nods, “Lie back, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

He can practically hear the steam coming out of Xavier’s ears as he slides into you and you moan his name so loud it sounds like a porn vide.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, “Squeezing around me like that, fuck.”

“Tyler,” you beg, “Please?”

He starts to thrust into you slowly, taking both of your hands in his and wrapping them around his neck again, “Gonna fucking wreck you, baby.”

“Then do it.”

He growls lowly and starts jackhammering his hips against yours at a breakneck pace, surprising you. All you can do is stare at him with an open mouth. He keeps his eyes on you, scolding you when you try to turn your face away.

“No, I wanna see you.”

Each thrust is harsher than the last and all you can hear is his skin slapping against yours. Each time he pushes into you, you have to stop yourself from screaming his name at how well he stretches you out, how good he feels inside you.

He leans toward you and kisses down your neck, biting and sucking at you to leave a trail of bruises you know you’ll have to cover up in the morning.

“Put your hands in my hair, baby.”

You do as he says and he groans when you give his curls a little tug. Your hands slide down the expanse of his back, leaving an assortment of scratches in their wake. He smirks at you.

“Now we’ve marked each other.”

You feel yourself reaching your peak and when you do, you scream out his name as he gives you an earth-shattering orgasm, your pussy squeezing around him impossibly tight. But he keeps fucking you, surprising you.

He gets off of you, but for less than a second before he’s flipping you over and pushing into you again, hitting you at an even deeper angle than before.

“Ty, it’s too much,” you cry out, “Oh my God, fuck fuck fuck,” he moves to stop, but you quickly add, “I didn’t mean stop!”

He continues fucking you through another orgasm, and then a third. You are sobbing under him, telling him the pleasure is too much, but you protest and pull him back the minute he tries to move away.

“You gotta tell me if you want me to keep going baby,” he turns toward the doorway where he knows Xavier still waits, “Tell me you want me to keep destroying your tight little pussy.”

You mumble something, but he lifts you up by the neck, squeezing your throat slightly, “Louder.”

“Fucking destroy me.”

He laughs and continues pounding into you, keeping his hand on your neck, loving the feeling of your wet pussy and the obscene sound when he pushes into you over and over.

Finally, after you come for the fourth time, he pulls out of you, thick ropes of cum landing all over your back and ass. He smiles to himself at the sight.

“Pretty as a painting, huh, Thorpe?”

You shoot up in bed and turn to see Tyler opening the door to reveal Xavier, standing there, his dick in his hand as he stares at you, simultaneously embarrassed and aroused.

“X?”

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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Tyler PLEASE! Especially one where he is smitten with the nevermore reader… if you feel like writing smut I feel like him worshipping her body would be ✨✨✨✨thank you!!!

Honey Catching Season (Tyler Galpin x Reader)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing. Kissing. Oral sex (Female receiving) Unprotected vaginal sex. Mirror sex. Lots of praise and kisses. Siren reader, I gave her Bianca's eyes. Mentions of reader being tiny but it is in comparison with the Hyde. AGED UP CHARACTERS.

Requested: Yes. I tried my best. We need more sweetheart Tyler, even if dark Tyler is cool too.

A/N: When I tell you I struggled writing this, I mean it. My brain is fried. I loved all your suggestions, but I went with this one in the end. Title is another song reference, if you catch it I would love you for it.

The first time Tyler saw you, he was half dizzy with exhaustion, covered in blood and naked. His father had just shot him, and he was about to be arrested. So of course, when you stumbled upon him in the woods, and knelt next to him, taking off your hoodie and putting it over his shoulders, with your unnatural eyes and long flowing hair, the thing that came to mind was this:

“Are you a goddess?” He asked you, eyes half lidded, unmoving where he laid on the leaves. You chuckled, pressing a hand to his forehead. Your hands were soft and cold over his overheated skin, a balm against his exhaustion. You two didn’t know each other. To him, you were just another outcast and to you, he was the cute barista at the Weathervane. When Enid had gotten out of the woods, covered in blood and sobbing, something had told you to go looking for the other combatant. Maybe it was destiny, but as his father approached to handcuff him, you had knelt next to the broken boy, making the older man pause.

“Not a goddess.” Your eyes flashed silver under the moonlight. Tyler thought you were mistaken. You had to be a goddess, with eyes like that, and a touch so gentle. Artemis. His mother used to tell him the story when he was a child, of the lone maiden that patrolled the woods, goddess of the hunt and protector of women. Always surrounded by wolves, with silver eyes. The girl he had fought…. Enid. She was a wolf.

“You got pretty eyes.” He raised a weak hand to touch you, and you didn’t flinch, allowing him to drag tired fingers against your cheek. “Are you going to kill me?”

“Why would I…?” You asked, concerned. This boy, he was not okay. He wasn’t making any sense, and he wasn’t as badly hurt for it to be normal. You cupped his head in your hand, searching for a head wound. Maybe he had a concussion?

“You're Artemis. Protector of the woods, women… Enid, she is under your protection, isn’t she?” He dragged his fingers down your cheek, leaving four bloodstained paths on your face. “You are warm.” Tyler gave you a tired grin. “I won’t fight you. I just… make it quick.”

“I’m not Artemis.” You answered him, unable to stop looking at his eyes. Something shifted in the bushes, making you startle. The sheriff. You looked at him. “You can’t arrest him. He is too out of it.”

“I can tell. But I still have to.”

“You won’t put him in chains, right? He is your son.” You pleaded, still on your knees. Tyler’s father was a tall man, and you didn’t think you could stop him if you tried, but seeing this boy, so broken, tugged at your heart. You had a thing for underdogs, after all.

“He is dangerous.” The sheriff argued. “Could rip a tiny thing like you to pieces if he wanted to. The things he could do to my men… The things he has done…”

“I can keep him under control.” You pleaded, taking off your amulet. The man looked unconvinced. Tyler had his eyes half open still, but he was not looking. He seemed unable to focus. “Look.” You closed your eyes, fixing your posture. When you opened again, you weren’t the same girl as before. “Rise.” You ordered Tyler, voice sweet, but with a hint of steel behind the words. It was a cruel thing to do, but much more gentle than chains.

Tyler did as you asked, getting up in unsteady legs. His movements were rigid, like a puppet on a string. It was odd, and painful to see.

“Go to the truck and sit down. Don’t run away.” You ordered, eyes glowing silver. Tyler did as you said, walking there of his own accord.

“What are you?” The Sheriff asked, taking a step back and raising his hands in the hair, as if gesturing surrender.

“A siren.” You said to him. “But don’t worry, I won’t hurt either of you. I just… He is not well.”

“Okay, mind control. Yeah, I can work with that.” The sheriff placed a hand on his gun. “Go to the truck, sit on the passenger side. One wrong order, one odd move, and I will shoot you.”

You did as he ordered. Your heart was beating wildly on your chest. The sheriff scared you, you knew he wouldn’t hesitate. You weren’t too sure on what you had gotten yourself into, but it was bad. Sometimes, doing the right thing felt a little like that.

Summer break comes and go. You don’t know anything about how the boy you helped is faring, but you get to see his trial on TV. It’s disgusting, the coverage this is getting. Like it wasn’t his future they are deciding, but instead some sort of juicy celebrity gossip. The case is high profile, and so it sparks debates about normie - outcast relationships, and the relationships different classes of outcast have between them. Wednesday Addams is in the thick of it because god forbid she is not fighting for the oppressed's rights.

You wish you were as brave as her. Instead, you take to wearing sunglasses, so your eyes don’t get you in trouble.

One day before the semester is expected to start, your parents drop you off in Jericho. They set you up in a nice inn, which unfortunately doesn’t serve any lunch. You decide to walk to the best café in town, the Weathervane.

When you step inside, you come face to face with Tyler.

“Hi.” You say to him, not sure if you are going to speak about what happened in the woods, if he remembers the twisted way you used your powers to help him. He looks thinner, hair more messy, eyes darker than you are used too. He drinks you in as you walk to the register, like you are the firsts drop of water he has after weeks in a desert. Tyler looks you up and down, taking your scuffled shoes, the jeans you are wearing, the simple shirt and the ever present sunglasses.

“Hi.” He answers with a blush. “What can I get you?”

“Umm, a latte and a sandwich?” You ask him, fingers drumming nervously on the countertop. There is another barista with him, a pretty girl with long straight hair. “Is she new?” You ask him, desperate to get him to talk to you. It seems he won’t talk about what happened that night, but Tyler doesn’t look scared, either. He passes her the cup and the sandwich to heat up, and she gives you a curious look. Not many people wear sunglasses in Jericho, where it is dark and gloomy all year long.

“Yeah, I’m training her. This is my last day.”

“Oh?”

“Got enrolled at Nevermore.” He grimaces as he says it. “Guess I’ll see you around?” Tyler scratches the back of his neck, and you pay him the latte and the sandwich.

“Yeah.” You say, all awkward. You are saved by the bell because then the other girl screams.

“Latte and a panini for Artemis!” And you laugh because what else can you do? Tyler remembers, then. And he is not scared of you, or what your voice can do if he is teasing you. He gives you a shy smile in return, and you grab your latte and sandwich and walk out the Weathervane, giving him a last, complicit smile.

You keep bumping into each other after that. Tyler is feared by the Nevermore population, but never you. You don’t get why they act so scared, the boy can barely hold a conversation with you without blushing, voice getting all high and squeaky. He is a shy little thing, you think. Nothing to be scared of.

Tyler carries your bookbag for you, opens doors and slips cute little notes in your pockets. It is awfully cute, and you love him for it. Tyler is head over heels for you.

When he finally finds the courage to ask you on a date, you realize all the shyness was because he liked you. You get to see more of his personality after that, and you like him. Tyler is funny, charming, and so considerate. He is the best boyfriend you ever had.

And when it comes to sex… It is more of the same.

“Shhh, keep quiet.” You say to Tyler, pulling him inside your window. “If my dorm mom finds out, she would have my head.”

“She wouldn’t.” He jumps down the window frame, with a cheeky smile. You love that he has gotten more comfortable with you, comfortable enough to tease you. He takes a look across the room, and you eye, self-conscious, the messy papers over your desk. Other than the mess there, your room is like any other, bed, closet, and a mirror near the door.

“Like you know her so well?” You hug him and kiss his cheek. It is true that the new dorm mom is much more relaxed than Mrs. Thornhill. She doesn’t care if boys are on the dorms before curfew, as long as they are out when the night falls. It’s a stupid rule, like people are unable to have sex at other hours that aren’t the nights.

“Oh, shut up.” Tyler pulled away from the hug, looking at you curiously. “Are all sirens this pretty?”

“I don’t know, actually.” You smile at him, the teasing smile still in place. “What do you think? There is Bianca, and Divina…” You start naming them, eager to know what his answer will be.

“No. It’s a you thing. “ Tyler interrupts, and before you can argue, he kisses you. This is his thing, telling you are so pretty, so smart, all the time. If someone asks about his love language, you can say undoubtedly it's words of affirmation, followed quickly by acts of service. This boy worships the floor you walk on, and it is so hot you think you might combust. You kiss back, biting his lower lip. Tyler opens up for you, easily. “So fucking pretty.”

“Oh, I know. I am a goddess.” You laugh, quoting him.

“Let me worship you, then.” Tyler has this serious expression on his eyes, and you know then he isn’t kidding.

“Tyler….”

“Let me, please.” He kisses your forehead softly. “Come on, up the bed you go.”

He takes his time undressing you. He kisses each of your eyelids as he tugs your tie off. Then, kissing your nose as he undoes the first button of your blouse, your breath hitching. “Look at you, you are gorgeous.” His fingers trace your eyes, sliding down your cheekbones. He undoes a second button. Everything is moving too slowly for your liking, and so, you decide to take matters in your own hands.

“You don’t have to…” You pull away just enough to open the rest of the buttons on your blouse, quickly shrugging it off. His eyes go to your breasts, covered by your bra. But still, Tyler doesn’t make any kind of move towards them.

“So impatient. Why do you always want to rush things?” Tyler traces your lips with one of his fingers, keeping you quiet. “Normally, I would say I love your quick mind, but sometimes it’s good to take things slow.” He presses a kiss to your ear, and blows a little puff of air against it, making you tremble. “Don’t you agree?” He whispers.

“Maybe. But you do realize you don’t have to treat me like glass, right?”

“I’m not treating you like glass. I’m treating you like one should treat something precious because that’s what you are to me.” Tyler states, running his fingers down your jaw. His touch is quickly followed by kisses, down your jaw and to your neck. “Breathtaking.”

“Fine.” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest. And, hey, if the motion makes it, so he gets an eyeful of your cleavage, you are only human.

“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.” Another kiss is pressed against your skin, this time to your shoulder. Tyler takes his time, making his way to your hand. He nuzzles your elbow, kisses turning open-mouthed. He grabs your wrist, lifting your forearm to press kisses there. “Your skin is so soft.” Tyler is well shaven, and so, the feeling of his lips against your skin is smooth. You shiver at the way he is mouthing to your wrist, eyes dark. There is something there, something so intimate, it doesn’t feel right to watch. You press your free hand to your face, hiding it from view.

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart.” Tyler says, pulling at your hand a pressing a kiss in your palm. He follows the grooves and lines of it with his tongue. “This is your life line.” He says, holding your fingers open. “And this, is your love line.”

“How do you know so much?” You ask, captivated by the way his eyes glitter in the low light.

“I picked it up somewhere.” Tyler shrugs, and kisses each one of your fingertips. He mouths along your other arm, doing the same path but in reverse, until he hits your bra strap. Slowly, he pulls it down, kissing your shoulder.

“I love you.” You say, shyly. “So much.”

“Love you too.” Tyler runs his fingers down your throat, stopping briefly to caress your collarbones. His fingers go lower, between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach. He kisses your nape, pushing your hair to one side. Tyler’s mouth is hot against your back, against your shoulder blades. You can help but shiver at the gentleness. His hand hits the button of your skirt, and he does quick work of removing it. You can feel his lips running along your spine, until they hit the waistband of your panties. Tyler removes them tenderly.

He rubs at your hipbones, hands warm against your skin. Tyler kisses them with an open mouth, hungry. You can’t help but smirk. He is getting impatient too. Tyler pushes you, so you are sitting near the edge of the bed with your feet on the floor. Then, he kneels, facing your legs. You card your finger through his hair, already fluffy from all his moving around. He looks up at you and smiles.

“Beautiful.” But instead of kissing you where you want the most, he mouths at your thighs, and then to your knees, all the way to your feet. He presses chaste kisses to your ankles, and then, he slides a hand between your parted legs. Tyler rubs a finger back and forth over your slit, gently. You moan at the touch, canting your hips just so, in the hope his finger will slip inside. But Tyler doesn’t let you. Instead, he parts your folds, running the tip of his finger over your clit. “You smell so good. And you always make the prettiest sounds.”

“Tyler, please…” You beg.

“Don’t rush me, sweetheart.” Tyler lets his head drop, hiding his face where your hip meets your thigh, inhaling deeply. “I bet you taste sweet.” Then, he moves his head, licking a strip over your hole.

“What’s the verdict?” You ask him, breathless. Your thighs shake. You feel the impulse to close them, but Tyler’s hands, as if he can tell what you are thinking, grasp your thighs.

“Better than honey.” He licks at your folds again, lazily. “But I want to show you something…”

“What?” You ask. Tyler doesn’t answer, starting to take off his clothes efficiently. You try to help, but he shakes his head.

You go to obey him, locking your arms around his neck and stepping over his open thighs.

“Don’t. Tonight is all about you.” When he is naked, he sits down on the foot of the bed, almost diagonally. It is an odd position, the one he chooses. Tyler’s erection looks painful, red, and leaking, but he makes no movement towards it. “Sit on me.”

“No, sweetheart.” He gently pushes you away. “Facing the mirror.”

You understand, then, why he decided to sit there. This way, when you sit on his cock, he has the perfect view of how your pussy swallows it, how your mouth falls open at the stretch and how your thighs quiver.

“Tyler.” You moan, eyes closing.

“No, none of that.” Tyler grasps at your jaw, gently directing it towards the mirror. “Eyes open. Look how good you look. Look how I see you.”

You risk a look in the mirror then. The woman who locks eyes with you, she is something else. She might very well be a goddess, with how beautiful she looks. Her eyes are pure silver, with blown out pupils, so big they almost swallow the pools of mercury they are in. Her hair cascades down her back, loose. In her cheeks spreads a healthy flush, her chest rises tantalizing with every breath. Her skin glistens with sweat and her lips part open into sweet agony. The woman in the mirror, she is no Artemis. No virgin goddess there. She is something else. And she can’t be you.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Tyler says, carding his fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face, tenderly. “Look at this perfect face.” You look, in a trance, how he runs his fingers down your cheek. You can feel it too, but the image in the mirror has you transfixed. “This pretty mouth.” His thumb rubs at your lower lip, eyes following the motion in the reflection. “This wonderful mind.” He kisses your temple, softly.

“Tyler, do something.” You beg, arching your back against him. You roll your hips slowly, but Tyler doesn’t budge.

“Those pretty eyes.” Tyler says, his other hand coming to hold down your hips like a vice. You know he is strong. Someone told you once he could break you in half without even trying, and it is true. His arm easily holds you down in place. “This gorgeous chest.” He rolls one of your nipples between his fingers, making you whimper. You are going to go mad. “Your gorgeous soul.”

“Tyler, please…” You insist, but your eyes are locked in the way his hand is cupping your breast. For all your begging, you aren’t really trying to move. This is a form of exquisite torture, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You can tell he knows because Tyler drags his tongue over your earlobe, until you are shivering and trembling in his grasp.

“This perfect pussy.” Tyler says, like if he too is submerged in this trance, like he can’t just stop admiring you. His hand goes to rub at your clit, making circles around it. He kisses your neck, peppering it with kisses. You throw your head back, and he makes a tutting noise. “Eyes in the mirror, sweetheart.”

“You are spectacular.” He says when you open your eyes again. Tyler kisses you then. “My perfect girl. My goddess. I love you.”

You keep looking. He keeps doing circles over your clit and starts rolling his hips just enough to press where you need him to. Your lips part, a low moan leaving them. It takes a while, but you feel the way your muscles start tensing before you can see them in the mirror, how your stomach gets tight, how your chest flushes. The last thing you see before reaching your orgasm is Tyler’s wicked grin against your shoulder.

“Love you too.” You mutter, letting him take more of your weight. “I think you broke me.”

#my writing #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin x fem!reader

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maybankswhore · 1 year

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the great war , tyler galpin x reader

pairing: tyler galpin x reader

summary: finding out tyler’s been the hyde all along and none of it was real.

“it turned into something bigger. some where in the haze , got a sense i’ve been betrayed.”

Tyler looked down at you with his eyes wide. You watched him , tears in your eyes as he circled you like prey— nothing behind his emotionless expression.

“It was you.” You muttered , shaking your head as you tried connecting all the pieces. “You’ve. . . you’ve hurt people. You’ve lied.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as the news washed over you like a bad fever. Chills dancing up your spine as he watched you unbelievably , listening to you but showing no signs of actually caring.

“I cried to you when Rowan left.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion , remembering how he engulfed you in his arms when you cried about your bestfriend. You remember how he held you , shushing you and promising you it would all be okay.

The memory used to be a sweet one. One that you told Xavier and Ajax when they said you shouldn’t trust someone like Tyler Galpin , a judgemental ‘normie.’

Turns out , he wasn’t a normie at all.

“I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people , right?” Tyler cocked his head to the side. “You made it too easy. All I had to do was be nice to you , and you sung the secrets out like a canary.”

Your hands balled into fist at your side. You were scared at what he’d to do you. If you were the next victim on his list. The boy you thought you knew , hadn’t been real at all. “How could you?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “You should’ve walked away when you had the chance , Y/N.”

“But I didn’t because I cared about you!” You defended. “I trusted you.” The heaviness in your heart hurt too much to look at him , the way his body was crouched over in a defensive position. He didn’t even look at you like you were human.

“I told you to leave that night and you didn’t!” Tyler argued , shaking his head quickly. “I gave you the chance but you just couldn’t stay away.”

Everything started making sense. Throughout the whole semester , Tyler had been there. You told him things about Wednesday and Enid , you told him about Xavier and most of the time you were just venting. You told him everything about Nevermore without even meaning to— because you thought you were just venting to him , someone who you cared about and maybe could’ve loved. . . Looking back at it , it made your stomach sick.

“Then why did you. . .” your bottom lip trembled. “Then why did you kiss me that night?”

“None of it was real.” Tyler admitted as he stood in place , a tiny sense of guilt creeping up the back of his neck once he looked into your teary eyes. “But–” he hesitated. “Sometimes I wish it was.”

His words felt heavy. There was something behind it that made you think that maybe , it hadn’t all been for nothing. But you couldn’t forgive him for all that he had done , all that he lied about. Even now as he stood in front of you , he didn’t look like the Tyler you met at the coffee shop last spring. He was darker , disconnected. Troubled.

“How long?” You asked him.

“The whole time.”

You heard the commotion start to ensue in the background. Tyler’s eyes shot towards the school then looked at you. “If you go now then I’ll let you.” Tyler upturned his nose. “But this is the last time.”

Before you turned around , you glanced at him one last time. Your chest beating and your mind hazy. “I always had a feeling from that day we met , that’d somehow you’d hurt me.”

“I guess you should’ve listened to it.”

#wednesday #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin angst #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #xavier thorpe x reader #taylor swift #xavier #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x you

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talaok · 1 year

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Hi! No pressure at all but can you write some smut for Tyler Galphin please?

You're an awesome writer I absolutely loved your A Small Bed fic 😄

Pairing:Tyler Galpin x Fem!reader

summary: after you got arrested for having kidnapped Tyler and then released, he comes to visit you in your room, and well, all that anger has to end up somewhere...

warnings: SMUT(unprotected -angry-sex)

A/n: so here’s the thing I hated him the whole time except for the last episode. So I wrote about that.(sorry this took so long)

"The monster fucks well sweetheart"

“What does it feel like?” “What does what feel like?” “To lose” Your mouth gaped open and you felt your eyes fill with tears. You were right. You knew you had been right but hearing it felt diffrent. Seeing with your own two eyes all the liveliness in his pupils disappear was diffrent. You felt your heart slow down, like even he couldn’t believe what was going on. You had known. You know you had known. You had had the vision and then you had connected the dots. You knew you were right, as heartbreaking as it felt you knew he was the hyde, he had killed all those people, but a small part of you apparently still hoped that inside that monster, inside that creature who massacred so many innocent people there was still a good part, still Tyler. But you were wrong. There was no Tyler, only the hyde remained in the now empty body in front of you. Only the monster. He took a step towards you and you took a step back instinctively. "What, are you scared of me?" his mouth twitched into a sinister grin. Your breathing was getting labored, but you couldn't let him see it. Ordering your chest to expand at a normal velocity. "because of the things I did?" he took another step. This time you didn't move. You weren't scared. He wasn't scary. He was never gonna hurt you. Not now, not when he knew he had won. He wanted you to suffer. "because of the people I killed?" he tilted his head to the side, taking another step. The room felt empty, like he was annihilating every other object, killing them just like he had killed all those people. It was yours before. It was you. It was your room, where you had gone to after running out of the police station, just after you had been arrested for having kidnapped him. And then you had opened the door, and he had entered and it wasn't yours anymore. It was nothing. it was fear and delusion mixed with sorrow, but definitely, not the room you had slept in, laughed in and cried in for the past 2 months. He was in front of you. Lurking over you like the predator he actually was. "because of who I am ?" he raised his eyebrow You looked up at him, anger so extremely clear on your face that you wondered how he looked so incredibly unfazed by it. You could feel all your organs compressing, the rage for being beaten, the rage for being humiliated, and for having lost crushing your every bone. You wanted to punch him more than you wanted to breathe. "I'm not scared of you Tyler" you said "I'll never be" you hissed "you're nothing but a pet" you stepped closer to him this time " a very obedient pet who does anything their master wants" you chuckled "If anything, I pity you. You're pathetic" Not a single emotion trespassed him. Like he had heard nothing of what you had just said "y/n" he bent down to whisper in your ear "as much as I like seeing that pretty mouth of yours lie " he scoffed " we both know that's not true" his breath was so hot against your ear and throat, it was difficult to concentrate "You are scared of me" his fingers traced along your arm "scared of what I can do" you felt him smile "scared of who I am" his fingers hooked under your chin, bringing your eyes to his "you are scared of me y/n" You swallowed what felt like the densest piece of saliva you'd ever encountered. "and you should be" "You'd never hurt me" you spat out "you want to see me suffer" a sparkle ignited in his eyes, finally somewhat alive "you don't want to kill me" you said finally "you can't" "oh" he laughed bitterly "now, we both know that's not true" he said "but I appreciate you trying" a grin appeared on his lips "you're cute when you lie" "fuck you" you whispered "I'm not lying" his fingers under your chin traced your jawline. "aw" he cooed "you're angry" yeah, no shit sherlock "but I think you're looking at it the wrong way" "Oh am I now?" you gritted incredulously "because to me it seemed like being completely humiliated to the point everyone thinks I'm batshit crazy while I know I'm right and you are still free is a good enough reason to be angry" He smiled as he shook his head "but see" his thumb stroked your cheek and you pretended it didn't still make you melt"I think you're relieved it went this way" you scoffed, "Why? why on earth would I be?" His other hand found its way to your waist "because if I did go to jail" he inhaled "you wouldn't have been able to see me for a long time" he laughed "and we both know how you wouldn't want that" Fuck his hand on you felt like fire, even after all this time. Even after you discovered what he was. It was awful, you knew, but there wasn't anything you could do about it, anything other than pretending, other than faking your uncaringness. "Yeah right" you scoffed again "so you are saying you wouldn't have missed my mouth so close to yours?" he said, leaning closer to you" my hands on you?" he paused as his hand caressed your side" missed me inside of you?" now it was your turn to pause, You had no idea what to say. There was a part of you that knew, with an angry, hateful certainty that he was right, but there was also a side that was fighting, fighting to make common sense prevail, to make it win somehow in this earthquake of chaos. you didn't have enough brain capacity to respond at the moment. the only thing that got out of you was a shy exhale. He smirked "you know I'm right" he forced you to look up at him again with his fingers. No. You were not gonna let him win so easily. "You're not" you said, hoping to sound more sincere than you actually were. He laughed "so stubborn" he said with amusement "and yet so painfully wrong" He smiled as he bent down, pressing his lips on yours, his mouth feeling so soft while being so harsh on yours. He was right and he was determined to prove it. You damned yourself as you closed your eyes, inevitably parting your lips for his tongue. The hand on your side traveled to your back, forcing you ever so close to him. "so you wouldn't have missed that?" he leaned away way too soon. God, you hated him. Him and his stupid smugness and his stupid talented mouth. "no, I wouldn't have" you lied He smiled proudly, like he wanted you to say that, like he was just waiting for a challenge and you had just presented him with the best possible one. "Is that so?" "hm-hm" you agreed "so when I kiss you you don't feel anything?" "Exactly" "And when I touch you?" his hand went to the hem of your skirt, hooking his finger in it "nothing" you gulped "not even when I can feel how wet you are?" he asked, as his fingers cupped your clothed cunt. "no" you murmured He tsked "and what about when I move your panties aside?" he murmured against your lips while he did just that. "I-" you tried, but the words were stuck in your throat "still nothing huh? I'm gonna have to try harder it seems" he said as he passed his index between your folds, coating himself of your wetness before moving his attention to your clit. You bit your lip so as not to moan as he circled it. You didn't want to give him that, the satisfaction of knowing how good he was making you feel. he kept massaging your clit and you kept biting your own skin, seconds away from tasting blood. "still nothing?" he raised an eyebrow and you were gonna punch him if it wasn't for your knees feeling so weak. You shook your head as heavy breaths escaped your mouth. He chuckled "I thought you might say that" He retracted his hand, making you whimper at the loss of contact. "but you know" he stroked your lip with his thumb "there's one thing I have tried" he looked at you "and I have a feeling it might change your mind" You smiled “you think?” He laughed hoarsely “I do” he said taking a step, your back hitting the cold wall “And what makes you so sure?” “It has worked before” he moved his hands underneath your skirt, one on each side of you, feeling the fabric of your useless panties “And it’s only right to give it a shot, don’t you think?” “If you believe so” you murmured” but just so you know, I severely doubt you’re right” “We’ll see” his fingers gripped your underwear, pulling them down enough for them to fall at your feet "I have a feeling you might change your mind" he said, his hot breath against your cheek as you heard the zipper of his jeans being unzipped. He pulled them down just enough to get his dick out, his big stupid dick that had made you come times and times before. You swallowed nervously as you looked down, and he noticed, grinning. " changed your mind yet sweetheart?" "nope" your voice was pathetically trembling "and don't call me sweetheart" "Oh but why?" he asked as if he was actually hurt. he raised one of your legs to his waist "you seemed to like it not so long ago" he kissed you briefly "Actually" he let go of your leg "you loved it" "yeah well that was before" you said coldly. He hummed, contemplating perhaps "jump" he said, and you complied. Completely and utterly conscious of making a mistake, a really hot and stupid mistake. You were trapped between him and the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. his eyes were burning through you and his cock was just against your clit. "you mean before you found out who I was?" one of his hands left your waist to position his dick at your entrance "who I am?" Really, he wanted to do this now? You didn't answer, you just scowled at him. "tell me" he said "or I'm not gonna do it" Fucking asshole "Yes Tyler. yes" you huffed "see, that was easy wasn't it?" he said smugly as he finally pushed his tip in. You sank down on him, as he stretched you out perfectly, little shocks of pleasure coursing through you with every inch added, until he bottomed out. "fuck" you sighed "Yeah," he pulled almost completely out just to thrust harshly inside of you, a gasp fled your mouth "The monster fucks well sweetheart" he said, as he did it again, this time not stopping, but developing a deadly rhythm. You tried to stop yourself, you really did, but you couldn't do anything to control the shameless, pathetic moans emerging from your throat and filling the empty room. "tell me again" he kept going "tell me that you don't miss me" he laughed through labored breaths, "tell me you don't miss this". "tell me sweetheart " he was hitting every single spot, you forced your eyes shut as he pushed into you again, even harder somehow "tell me I'm a monster, go on" he murmured against your ear "tell me how much you hate me" It was a weird feeling, being so turned on by someone while simultaneously hating them so deeply, so fondly that you kind of wished they would just drop dead right now. And what was even weirder, was having that same person, the one you wished dead, inside of you, splitting you in half so fucking well. "f-fuck you" you managed to get out. He smiled against your mouth before kissing it. It was a mess, a wet and moan-y mess, symbolizing your defeat and his triumph over you. there was no point in fighting him, he was gonna win, that's what he meant, that's what the kiss meant. "Feisty as ever" he smiled cockily "but a bit too smug for someone whose pussy I'm fully inside of right now" He said, not even letting you catch your breath before he brought his hand to your clit. "J-just shut up" you said exasperated "Oh no sweetheart" he circled your clit "you shut up" he kissed your cheek "I won" he kissed your jawline "I beat you Y/n" now your neck, never stopping his thrusts or fingers either "I get to talk" now the skin just below your ear "I get to say everything I want" he looked at you now "you on the other hand" he chuckled "well you can't" "Because you lost" there was such a tight knot in your belly that you felt like you were gonna explode, and as much as you wanted to tell him to fuck off, or that he was a crazy bastard, that stupid feeling distracted you, and only a series of high-peached groans lest your mouth, as you got closer and closer to your much-earned relief. "what you can't even talk?" he said, as his cock was wrapped tightly around your walls "You can't even answer me?" he defied you "can't even tell me how much I disgust you huh?" his fingers kept moving fast "If I had known this was all it took to shut you up, I would have done it a long time ago" There was sweat on his forehead and his eyes were cruising all over your face, examing and without a doubt enjoying every single expression, every single muscle contorting as he was fucking you hard. "You're coming" he breathed out, feeling your walls clenching around him "god you feel so fucking good when you squeeze me sweetheart" he mumbled, his thrusts getting sloppier "Come y/n, just give up baby" he groaned "You already fucking lost anyway". A fire exploded inside you, spreading through your whole body, you shouted his name and then other profanities as your body convulsed from the pleasure, abandoning yourself completely to the feeling, and then you felt him come too, his hot cum filling you up deeply. You both caught your breath silently as he put you down on the floor. Your legs weren't all that ready as they stumbled beneath your weight. " Well, shit" you exhaled, looking up at him in disbelief as he grinned "I still hate you you know?" "Oh, I know" he smiled " trust me I know"

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Scary Love (Tyler Galpin x Reader)

Tyler Galpin is a nice guy, always remembering your coffee order, and making sure to ask how your day is. So, when he asks you out, you don't have a reason to say no. Right?

Warnings: 18+, DUB-CON, slight violence, mentions of murder, blood, manipulation, obsession, pain kink, blood kink, dacryphilia

Word Count: 4.5k

Another person dead.

A bear attack, or that’s what they’re calling it.

It’s hard to fathom a bear did that, tore that man from limb to limb. But you’re not one to look under your bed for monsters before you go to sleep.

So, if the police are saying a bear did it, you have no reason to doubt them.

Even if it leaves a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

At least no one else is that worried, the people of Jericho going about their everyday lives like people aren’t being slaughtered in the woods.

You tuck your hands in the pockets of your jacket, shielding them from the cold weather.

You set your eyes on the building in front of you, stepping into much warmer air. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills your nose, and a slight smile forms on your lips.

The Weathervane is your sacred place. Any worries instantly leave your mind when you walk through those doors. You can just sit in your favorite booth, sip on something hot, and not have to think about anything that is bothering you outside these walls.

“The usual?”

You’re met with a familiar voice. The same pair of bright eyes peeking under brown curls that you see almost every day.

“Yeah. Thanks, Tyler.”

You flash him an appreciative smile as he starts making your latte.

You can’t say you know Tyler Galpin that well. You went to school with him, always knew of him, but never really ran in the same circles. It wasn’t until he started working at the Weathervane that you two really spoke, usually just small talk. But it didn’t take long for him to start remembering your order.

“What are you up to today?” He asks as he sets down your cup on the counter.

A small sigh leaves your lips. “I wish I could hang around here today, but my mom really wants me to run some errands for her.”

“Bummer,” he says, laced with sarcasm. A smile traces his lips.

“I guess my life could be worse.” The smile on your face says you’re joking, but your voice is sucked dry of any humor.

He doesn’t seem to notice, and if he does, he pretends not to. You hand him the money for the drink, fingers brushing against his.

You don’t think too much of it, grabbing your cup. “Thanks again, Tyler.”

“See you later, Y/N,” he calls after you. You’re already walking out the door.

Cluelessly, you walk across the street, not noticing how he watches you through the window.

There’s an uneasiness that has settled over the town, even if no one wants to acknowledge it. Whispers are starting, quiet gossip wondering if it’s really a bear that’s responsible for these attacks. People want to point fingers, blaming Nevermore, the school for Outcasts that lies on the outskirts of town.

You’re not sure what to think, grouping yourself with the people who don’t want to speak or think about it at all.

So, you keep your eyes on the pages in front of you. The sun has gone down, the red neon sign in the window now illuminating the words you’ve been reading all afternoon.

You don’t realize how late it is, or how you’re the only person left at the Weathervane. Besides Tyler.

You don’t know it until a mug being set down in front of you makes your head snap up.

“Thought you might need a refill.” Tyler looks down at you and the empty cup on the table. “I made it decaf,” he adds.

Your hand inches towards your wallet.

“Don’t worry, it’s on the house,” he assures as he sits in the booth across from you.

You move your hand away, relaxing. “Giving me freebies now?” An amused smile on your lips. “Thanks.”

“Don’t get used to it.” The tone in his voice matching yours.

Your smile doesn’t leave your face even as you sip your latte.

“Is it good?” He asks, motioning in your direction.

“The coffee or the book?”

“The book.” Before you can respond, he continues, “I mean it must be, you haven’t been able to stop reading it since you got here.”

You laugh but end up narrowing your eyes at him. “Does that mean you’ve been watching me?” Humor still seeps into your words.

He blinks, sighing, almost taken aback.

“I guess you caught me.” He straightens back up, his eyes on you as a smirk slowly spreads across his face. “But how could I not?”

Now it’s your turn to be taken aback. Any hints of a joke, gone. Your smile falls a little, realization creeping in.

He notices, concern creasing his face. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” You’re quick to remedy the situation. “It just… caught me off guard,” you finish.

“That I like you?”

You don’t expect him to be so forward with you.

“We just don’t know each other that well.”

“That’s true,” he says, furrowing his brow like he’s deep in thought about something.

A few moments pass before he says anything else. “We could fix that.” He searches your face for any sign of hesitance. “You could go to the Harvest Festival with me tomorrow night?”

You inhale, looking over his face, finding how hopeful he is. There’s nothing wrong with Tyler. There’s no reason for you not to go out with him. He’s attractive, nice, and now gives you free coffee. You’re just surprised that he likes you.

“Okay.”

You see him relax, like he just let out the breath he was holding. A grin is back on his face.

“Great. Pick you up at eight.”

You smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt, pulling a jacket over it. You’ve been thinking about your date with Tyler all day, nervously waiting for it. You check the time, noting that he’ll be here any minute.

You head downstairs, finding your mom on the couch, watching some stupid reality TV show.

“I didn’t know you were going out.” Her voice rings out over the TV.

“I thought I told you I was going to the Harvest Festival.”

She turns down the volume, her attention more focused on you now.

“You’re going alone? Are you sure that’s a good idea? With everything that’s been happening-.”

“I’m not going alone,” you cut off her rambling. You continue at the sign of confusion on her face, “I’m going with Tyler, he’ll be here soon.”

“The sheriff’s son?”

You nod yes.

You can see her visibly relax. The worry being replaced with joy.

“Oh, that’s great, honey.”

The doorbell ringing saves you from anymore explanations.

“That’s him. Bye mom!” You call out, opening the door to your date.

“Have fun!” You hear before shutting the door, stepping outside to greet Tyler.

You don’t think you’re ready for any awkward introductions just yet.

The air around you is buzzing with excitement. People around you jump from ride to ride, from food stands to carnival games.

You didn’t expect Tyler to be such a gentleman. Out of all the dates you’ve been on, you’ve never had a guy open the car door for you, but Tyler did.

Once you two got to the festival, you’ve been on almost every ride. He made sure to buy you cotton candy, which you offered to pay for, but he insisted.

You two ended up playing some game where you try to pop balloons with a dart. Tyler was determined to win you a stuffed animal. After a few tries, he finally did. Or maybe the guy working the game just felt bad for him. You’re not exactly sure.

You cradle the teddy bear in your arms as you wait in line for the Ferris wheel. It’s been nice to get to know him more and for him to know more about you than just your coffee order.

Your eyes roam over him as he looks off into the trees ahead, where the festival stops, and the woods start. You wonder what he’s thinking about.

He must feel the weight of your stare because he catches your eye, face brightening. Your cheeks get warm at getting caught.

“Next!” The man working the ride, yells out.

You sit close to him as the ride starts to move, your thigh touching his. You try to ignore how warm he feels next to you.

“This has been really fun. Thanks for taking me,” you say, trying to slice through the silence.

“Yeah. Thanks for coming with me.” He has that boyish smile again. “I was worried you were going to say no.”

You shrug, a little unsure of how to respond. “I’m glad I didn’t.” You tighten your hold on your teddy bear. “No guy has ever won me a stuffed animal before,” you laugh.

“It took a while, but I got it eventually,” he says, chuckling.

“I’ll cherish it forever.”

His green eyes soften at your words. He looks at you like he’s trying to memorize you, like you’re the only thing of importance, not bothering with anything that’s happening around you.

Something flutters in your stomach as you feel almost embarrassed to hold his gaze. The moonlight shines off his curls and you can feel him lean into you.

Your eyelids flutter as his lips ghost over yours. His fingers find the back of your neck, and his lips finally capture yours. You match his movements, his thumb reaching up to your cheek to slightly caress it.

The kiss starts slow and gentle. But his fingertips press harder into your skin as he deepens it, licking inside your mouth.

It surprises you a little, the kiss beginning to feel hungry.

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip knocks you of your daze. You pull back from Tyler, your finger wiping the part of your lip that hurts, only to look down and see a bit of blood.

You don’t notice how he already licked away the taste of your blood on his own lip.

“Sorry, Y/N. It was an accident.”

You hear him apologizing, sincerity in his voice, but you catch a glint in his eye.

You decide to brush it off. He was just caught in the moment.

You reach over to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “It’s okay.” Your smile causing the guilt to leave his face.

A loud boom moves your attention to the night sky, colors dancing on the black canvas. His hand reaches for yours, squeezing it as you both watch the fireworks.

Tyler lied.

Ever since your date with him, you’ve gone to the Weathervane every day. He’s made it a habit to give you your coffee for free, pretending he never said he wouldn’t.

You and Tyler have wordlessly decided to take things slow. There’s hasn’t been any real conversation about it, but you can tell that he respects your boundaries.

When you went over to his house for a movie night while his dad was at work, Tyler didn’t try anything. The closest he got to you was him wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

It’s not like you don’t want him, but you feel like you moved too fast with your other relationships, and they didn’t turn out so great. So, you want to prevent anything souring between you two. Tyler’s a good guy, something that’s pretty rare to find.

You mostly enjoy talking to Tyler when the Weathervane empties. The only people there are you two, occupying a booth and feeling like you are the only ones that matter.

He’s told you all of the stuff you wouldn’t tell someone on a first date, like that he goes to therapy, and how he wishes his dad talked to him more, or more about one thing in specific.

The death of his mom weighs heavy on him. You can tell it’s a touchy subject for him. He stops himself from talking too much about her, an emotion passing through his eyes that you can’t name.

The only thing you can do is tell him you’re there to listen when he’s ready to talk about it, comforting him with a squeeze of your hand.

Whatever darkness that rolled over him, is now gone, returning to the Tyler you know and see every day.

You’ve wanted to ignore it, pretend that everything is fine in Jericho, believe that the police had everything under control.

But when another person is killed, it’s hard to ignore the danger that surrounds the town.

“Everything okay?” A deep voice takes you out of your thoughts. “You’re letting your coffee get cold.” You look down at your untouched drink.

“Just thinking.” You don’t hide the uncertainty in your voice.

Tyler doesn’t hesitate to sit down across from you, his elbows resting on the table.

“About?” He asks.

You shift, trying to figure out how you’re going to articulate your thoughts to him.

“It’s sad.” You look up, meeting his eyes. “The people dying,” you explain.

He waits for you to continue.

“I guess I’m just scared. I haven’t really wanted to think about it… but now I am.”

He considers your words, sympathy written on his face.

“It is… scary.” He pauses. “But it is only happening in the woods. Since it’s a bear-.”

“Some people are saying it’s a monster or something,” you interrupt him.

“Do you believe that?”

“I don’t know. That’s just what people are saying,” you say defensively. “I mean you should know.”

His eyes narrow, confusion on his face, and before he can say anything, you clarify.

“Your dad. Hasn’t he told you anything?”

“I told you. My dad tells me nothing.”

You lean back in the booth, sighing.

“I don’t like being in the dark either, but you’ll be okay.” You feel his thumb rub circles on the back of your hand. “Just stay away from the woods.”

Tyler’s warning echoes in your head as you drive down the empty road. Tall trees surround you, the headlights on your car illuminating the darkness in front of you.

You silently curse at your mom for making you go to the next town over, just because the store in Jericho was out of something she so desperately needed.

It was daytime when you left, hoping you’d be back before it got dark. But dread filled you as you watched the sun sink past the horizon.

What’s worse, is your car had trouble starting before you began your drive home. The grinding noise making you cringe. It finally worked and now all you can do is clutch your steering wheel and hope for the best.

You’ll be home soon, the outskirts of town starting to look familiar to you.

But is familiarity comforting in this case, or the opposite?

You keep your eyes on the road, but your brows furrow when your music turns off. Your headlights next. Finally, your car stopping in the middle of the road.

You step on the gas, nothing happening. You try turning your car on again. Still nothing.

“Shit,” you mutter.

Your worst fear has happened. Now you can only hear the sound of your breathing as you look around in the darkness.

You turn your phone on, the screen lighting up the car. Before you can call your mom, you find the sealing of your fate in the corner of your phone screen. “No Service”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You throw your phone down onto the seat next to you, your jaw clenching.

You consider your options, either stay in your car and risk freezing to death or try to walk back to town and risk getting brutally murdered.

You know there’s something lurking in these woods but freezing to death feels more likely right now.

You make sure to grab your phone before stepping into the chilly, night air. You wrap your arms around yourself as you look around, beginning your trek to town.

You stay on the side of the road, the rustling of the trees in the wind makes you feel uneasy. You don’t see any sign of anyone or anything.

You used to not believe in scary stories. You never had a problem with any of the Outcasts you met, never thinking of them as “monsters.”

But now you’re not sure. You feel like you have to keep looking over your shoulder. Now you think any of those stories you heard as a kid could be true.

A loud scream stops you in your tracks, your blood turning to ice.

You look in the direction of where you think the scream came from, only seeing the rough outlines of the trees.

You check your phone again, grimacing at the fact you still don’t have service.

You want to run away as fast as you can, but guilt washes over you, unsure if you should leave someone to die with no one around to help.

Taking a deep breath, you step further into the trees. Out of all the dumb decisions you’ve made, this will probably be your dumbest, or your last.

But you can’t help but put yourself in that situation. You would want someone to come to your aid.

You try to keep your footsteps quiet, but they crunch down on the fallen leaves. You wince at the noise.

You try to find where the scream could have come from, but you don’t see anyone.

Until you hear something coming toward you, something loud and big. You stop and listen, eyes widening when you see the silhouette of something you could only see in your nightmares.

Before it gets too close, you hide behind the tree closest to you. You try to steady your harsh breathing, but as you hear it start to go past the other side of the tree, a loud breath escapes you.

You slam your hand against your lips, trying to quiet yourself. But it’s too late, the monster stops, almost like it’s anticipating your next mistake.

You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for this moment to pass. Hoping that it won’t hear you and leave.

After what feels like an eternity, you hear it continue its path, away from you. When you know it’s gone, you put your hand down, almost sighing with relief. You gather yourself, processing your brush with death, and look at your surroundings.

You must’ve gotten turned around because now you can’t remember which way goes back to the road. You also have no idea where that scream came from. But after what you just saw, you can only think the worst.

You pick a path that you think will take you closer to Jericho and is away from the monster. You’re on high alert, eyes moving all around you. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to sleep again.

You slow down when you see a figure ahead of you. It’s a person, which automatically makes you feel better.

As you get closer, you make out the familiar face.

“Tyler?”

Your eyes rake over him, taking in the fact he’s only wearing a tattered T-shirt and pants that are unbuttoned, hanging low on his hips.

The blood is what makes your jaw drop. It’s all over him, like he got into a fight, or… was attacked.

You don’t hesitate to step up to him, taking a closer look.

“Tyler, are you okay? Did the monster-.”

You stop yourself, your arms falling to your sides. You instinctively step back, realizing he has no wounds for the blood to be coming from.

You finally look into his eyes, and you feel like you’re looking at a stranger. He doesn’t look at you with the affection he usually has, that gentle emotion, like you’re something that could slip away from him so easily.

Now all you see is darkness and hunger, like he could devour you. Instead of keeping his distance so he won’t lose you, he’ll take you anyway, holding you tight so you have no choice but to stay.

You swallow, your throat starting to feel tight, your eyes getting glassy.

You don’t understand exactly what’s going on, if he’s the monster or not. All you know is he’s scaring you and you need to get away from him.

He calls out your name just as you turn around, running away.

The adrenaline pumping through your veins forces you to move faster. You can hear his footsteps behind you.

But your adrenaline only takes you so far. You don’t realize how close he is to you when you slow down a bit.

All of a sudden, you feel your arm being tugged back. He uses the leverage to wrap his arms around you, his body pressed against yours.

You try to struggle out of his hold, but his arms are strong. He presses his lips to your ear, his breathing unsteady.

“Caught you,” he rasps.

That’s enough for a sob to erupt from you, pleading with him. “Let me go, Tyler.”

You think he listens to you, loosening his arms. But his hand goes to your waist instead, turning you around to face him.

He keeps his hand on you, his grip firm enough to remind you that it’s there but not tight enough to hurt.

You look up at him, the moonlight shining through the trees casts shadows on to his face, making him look sinister. You can’t see all of him, even if you tried, part of his face always in the dark.

You try to blink away the tears, but they run down your face. You’re nervous to say anything to him, but you’re scared. You want to know what he’s going to do to you.

“Are you going to hurt me?” Your voice cracks around the question, almost regretting the words once they’re out of your mouth.

He doesn’t react the way you feared he would.

Instead, he just furrows his brow and brings his finger to your cheek. You flinch a little at the sudden touch. But as he delicately wipes your tear away, you end up leaning into his caress.

He reaches down to your other cheek, his lips meeting your skin instead. A ragged sigh leaves your lips as he tastes your tears. Licking away your fear, despair, and heartbreak all at once.

He moves his lips to yours, the kiss almost painful. But you don’t stop him, letting him take the breath right out of you.

He pulls away, warm breath fanning over you as he whispers, “Only if you want me to.”

His lips are on you again, and he pushes you until your back hits one of the trees.

You’re sure your mind isn’t in the right place because somehow your fear has turned into desire. Or maybe the fear hasn’t left, instead fueling this fire in the pit of your stomach.

His teeth nip at the sensitive skin of your neck, and you can’t stop the whimpers that come from your throat. He soothes the stinging with his tongue while he peels back the layers of your clothes.

Goosebumps prick at your skin, but the freezing air doesn’t bother you, feeling so warm from everything he’s doing to you.

He keeps his rough hands on you, grabbing at your bare skin. He acts like a man starved, and you never thought Tyler had this side to him. But it’s obvious you knew way less about him than you thought.

You stand completely naked in front of him, and you don’t miss the way he drags his eyes over your body.

He moves his hand lower, fingers slipping inside of you. He rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb, pushing his fingers deeper as your arousal coats your inner thighs. He could come right then and there from the sweet moans you’re making.

He doesn’t want to tell you how all he could think about was you, after a kill. He wished he could call you in the middle of the night or sneak in through your bedroom window. All he wanted was to bend you over and fuck you until your throat hurt from screaming his name.

But now he doesn’t have to chase you anymore, he’s finally caught you.

He takes his hand away from you, taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. You watch him, drinking in every detail of him.

He steps closer to you, pinning you against the tree. The cold touch of his hand on your waist makes your lips part as he turns you around.

You hear him pull down his pants and a shiver runs through you, waiting for him to finally be inside you, the ache in you getting worse.

The palm of your hand uses the tree for support as his large hands grab your hips. The tip of his cock pokes at you before he slowly thrusts inside you.

You gasp at the feeling, your walls stretching around him. His lips graze your ear, and you can hear the groans that fall from him as he starts to set a pace.

“Tyler,” you whine out.

One of his hands moves to your breast, cupping it, fingers playing with your already hardened nipple. The hand that stays on your hip, grips it harshly, and you know you’ll have finger shaped bruises in the morning.

“You feel so good.” His voice is low in your ear. He continues to rut into you, focusing on how tight and wet you are around him.

This is way better than stroking himself to the thought of you.

More moans leave you as your fingers claw the bark of the tree. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your life.

His thrusts have become brutal and merciless, and all you can think about is the feeling of him inside you, how full you feel, and how he continues to hit a spot that has you seeing stars.

You feel him cover your hand with his, fingers intertwining. His breath is hot as his lips are on yours again, your head turning to meet his. The kiss is sloppy, but he swallows each and every one of your moans.

Your eyelids flutter at the way he pounds into you, and he moves his lips away from you.

You can feel yourself getting closer to your release.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

His breathing is shallow, and his pace is getting sloppier.

When you don’t answer right away, his fingers move to your throat, not squeezing but the hold rough enough to make your breathing ragged.

He repeats himself, this time, with a little more aggression.

“I’m yours. I’m yours,” you say over and over again, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over you, clenching around his cock.

He comes at the same time you do, his mouth on your shoulder, teeth sinking in. But you don’t pay any mind to the pain, just feeling pleasure.

When he’s done fucking you through your releases, he pulls out, his cum spilling out of you.

You take a moment to gather yourself, before turning around to face him. Both of you coming down from your highs.

“I knew it was you who was hiding behind that tree.” His voice startles you. “I can smell people’s fear.”

Your jaw goes slack as you take in what he’s saying.

“I can taste it.” He brings his fingers to your inner thigh.

“I’ve tasted yours…” He begins to push the stickiness on your thighs back inside you.

“…and yours was the most delicious of them all.”

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin fanfic

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𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓐𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓻𝓮

Dark Tyler Galpin x Siren Reader

A/N: Request sent by anon, I hope I used the ideas well enough and everyone will enjoy this. I warn you, it's not my best work. Be aware of mistakes, english is not my native language. Work contains smut, minors do not interact.

Xavier and Y/n were each other firsts in almost everything. First friend, first love, first kiss. They were almost inseparable.

But something started to go wrong.

Maybe it was because it was first love and those were meant to fail. Not without reason this type was also called puppy love. Everything was approached with excessive excitement and an equal amount of expectations and dreams.

The girl, however, never paid much attention to it. She was in love and all that mattered to her were the feelings that the brunette had for her. What she didn't expect was that he would also give her the worst feelings known to human.

-Your coffee and a cinnamon roll - a new voice said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Her teary eyes moved to the boy standing over her. Tyler with a warm smile put a mug in front of her, and a small plate on which lay a sweet treat.

-Thank you - she said, trying to sound normal but her voice was trembling anyway -Um, Tyler. I didn't order dessert - she remarked, looking at him expectantly.

-I know - he said, his voice like a woolen blanket on a winter's evening -But I saw my favorite girl had tears in her eyes, so I wanted to try to comfort her.

Favorite girl.

Those two words were etched into her mind like a permanent tattoo. Especially now, when her heart pounded with pain after the loss.

-It means a lot - she confessed, dropping her head to stop more tears from flowing.

-Do you want to talk about it?- he asked concerned.

-I don't know if I be able to do it - she confessed quietly, moving her gaze on the cafe window.

-If you would like, I can just sit with you, keep you company - he said.

-I would -the girl replied with a slightly ,tired smile.

Tyler sat down beside her. In silence, watching as she sipped a hot drink, occasionally picking at a sweet snack with her fingers.

He wanted to be worried, but all he could feel was unbridled joy. When his eyes saw the teenager, something in him snapped. His heart was flooded with an uncontrollable amount of obsession with the siren next to him, but since she was with Xavier he couldn't make a move, he feared he might have alienated her. But now, now nothing stood in the way, and he had come at the perfect time when Y/n was most vulnerable and susceptible on manipulation.

Grasping her smaller hand gently, he squeezed it in an act of silent comfort, and she immediately squeezed it back, looking at him as if he had saved her from all the evil in this world.

The boy smiled softly as his eyes darkened. He had her exactly where he wanted it.

-Of all the people, you chose him?- a male voice suddenly said.

The girl turned on her heel, looking incomprehensibly at the teenager. Her brows furrowed and her face took on a colder expression.

-What are you talking about, Xavier? - she asked.

-Tyler -he replied shortly.

Y/n raised her eyes in disbelief, after a moment snorting like a cat.

-It's none of your business Xavier - said the siren - Everything related to me ceased to be your business at the moment when you trampled my heart without even thinking about the consequences.

Brunet came closer to her, trying to grab her hands, but she ran away from his touch as if burned.

-Don't you remember what he and his group of friends did a year ago?- he remarked, trying to show his point of thinking.

-I remember - she said -But I'm not going to write people off for their mistakes in the past. Tyler is good, Xavier. He was with me when you broke my heart, he picked up every single piece and put it back together, not you.

She felt like she could finally breathe. Letting go of the last rope that held her emotions in a firm grip.

-I did - he began, but couldn't finish.

-No, don't explain yourself to me - she interjected in a hard tone of voice -You've done enough. I loved you Xavier, I loved you more than anything in this world, and you just ruined it like it never meant anything to you. Tell me, was it ever real for you or was it just an illusion?

-It was real, of course it was real - he whispered, catching her face in his hands - I never knew that it would hurt so much to lose you.

-You're right Xavier - she stated quietly, and he smiled thinking that the girl would come back to him, oh how wrong he was - You lost me...forever.

With these words, Y/n pushed her ex-boyfriend's hands away, turning on her heel to prevent him from seeing the tears flowing. It was the fact that she knew that no matter what he did, there would still be a part that would love him. And that terrified her like nothing else.

Walking as far as she could through the city, she found herself in Weathervane, as if her feet carried her to the only source of comfort she knew. It didn't matter that Jericho didn't just stop at the coffee shop, something always drew her there.

When Tyler saw the girl, his face immediately lit up. He loved seeing her face, no matter when, no matter where, he just had to see her, it was as important to him as oxygen itself.

-Hello my favorite girl - he said, and seeing her tremble at his words, his eyes darkened unconsciously.

He quickly learned that Y/n loves compliments just like him. She loved being seen by the people she cared about, she needed that warmth just like Galpin needed her.

-Hey - she said, rushing into his arms as soon as she saw the opportunity.

Nestling into his chest, she inhaled his scent, which was actually muffled by the coffee, or maybe the boy always smelled mostly of this? It was hard to tell.

Brunet embraced her waist, pulling her closer, almost in a possessive and jealous manner, as if no one else could look at her, only himself. Even when the cafe was empty.

-I have something for you - he confessed after a moment, twirling a strand of her hair.

-Hmm, what is it? - she asked, her big doe eyes nearly drove him crazy.

Tyler reluctantly let go of her body as he made his way to the back room, from which he emerged a moment later, holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand. Y/n widened her eyes in surprise, a blush involuntarily appeared on her face.

-Rave'N is soon - he noticed, and seeing how the girl's face beamed, he knew he hit the jackpot.

-I'm the student of Nevermore. I should have invited you, not the other way around - she remarked, walking slowly towards him.

-I noticed you like old-school romance, so I thought I'd invite you. Even if it's kind of against the rules -he stated, watching her reactions -So, Y/n, would you like to come with me to dances?

The girl smiled broadly. Taking the flowers from the boy, she kissed him on the cheek, stroking his face with her free hand.

-I would love to -she replied, smiling after a moment, exhilarated.

As Xavier's eyes landed on a particular siren, his heart involuntarily began to beat faster in his chest. She looked beautiful, like a living sculpture or a work of art brought to life. Her body was covered with a white silk material that hugged her body tightly, emphasizing every aspect of her figure, and the lace only added charm to the whole dress. Her hair, though pinned up, managed to find a way out, falling on her face in the form of a few loose strands, and her neck was decorated with a silver necklace that almost sank between the valley of her breasts.

Brunet shamelessly watched her until a man's hand came to her hip. Frowning, he shifted his gaze to the owner , who turned out to be none other than Tyler Galpin.

The teenager held her in an almost possessive grip, and in response she only fell on his torso, hiding her head in the hollow of his neck to be able to kiss the exposed part of his skin, which made him immediately shift his gaze to her, looking at her with adoration, later kissing her forehead tenderly.

-Will you dance with me? - he asked, practically purring in her ear.

Y/n smiled. Taking his hand that rested on her waist, she pulled him to the dance floor, for a moment her gaze was level with Xavier, who had not taken his eyes off her since her arrival, but this moment made her confidence diminish. Enough for her partner to notice the change in her expression instantly.

Sheriff's son sent him a warning look, turning the girl's back to the green-eyed boy, so that she focused only on him.

The teenager leveled her gaze with Tyler, and her mind immediately calmed down. Feeling his large hands on her hips, she almost melted under their influence, connecting their foreheads as they both swayed to the music.

-Can I kiss you?- he asked like a gentleman, even though his voice was low, almost dark, sending a shiver of excitement down the siren's back.

-I want you to wanna kiss me so bad that you don't even ask - she stated, looking at him through half-closed eyes.

Brunette looked at her with desire, after a moment connecting their mouth in a slow kiss. Their lips couldn't tear themselves apart, connecting almost instantly as one of them pulled away to breathe.

Boy's eyes wandered towards Xavier, who, if he could, would probably tear him apart. But he didn't care much, returning his attention to Y/n, which occupied most of his thoughts.

His hands, as if on cue, tightened on the material of her dress, involuntarily forcing her hips to move, and she allowed him to, moving as he wanted.

Y/n clung to Galpin's body, wrapping her hand around his neck to hold him even closer, even though there was absolutely no space between them. Putting her chin on his shoulder, she rocked with him, feeling him rest his head on her shoulder as well, kissing her bare collarbone.

It didn’t matter if the music around them was slow or fast, danceable, romantic or driving people completely crazy. They danced to their own rhythm, gliding on the dance floor in each other's arms, not leaving each other even for a step.

Suddenly, the girl felt something wet on her face. Opening her eyes, she lifted her face up, causing more drops to fall on her forehead and cheeks. Tyler straightened up, looking at her, wanting to know why she stood still, but seeing her face stained red, he ran his thumb over her skin, checking what had hurt her, but there was nothing under the blood. Only then did he saw that the liquid also adorned his clothes, painting his jacket scarlet.

Then chaos broke out around them. The Nevermore students crashed into each other, screaming and running to avoid the rain of blood, which turned out to be mere paint. Y/n grabbed Tyler's hand, trying to lead him away, but he ended up quickly grabbing her in his arms, taking her away from everyone, especially Xavier, who was fanatically searching for her.

-I'll take you to your dorm - he said innocently, and the teenager nodded thankfully.

-Thank you - she said, putting her hands on his neck- Do you know where to go? - she asked, slightly shocked that he hadn't asked her for direction yet.

-I figured I'd just keep walking straight - he explained quickly.

-Well, you're lucky - the girl stated, turning her head towards the corridor ahead -My room is at the end on the left - she confessed, and Tyler immediately started walking towards it.

-Can I come in? - he asked, setting her down.

-Sure. You'll be able to put on something clean, a few of your shirts are in my closet - she stated, looking away from him, slightly embarrassed by the confession.

-My shirts, hmm? - he muttered as he closed the door behind him.

-I may have borrowed one or two while I was at your place - she announced, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

-I don't mind - he admitted, walking toward her like a predator - I like knowing you wear my stuff. It's clearer that you belong only to me, no one else -he added, catching her chin in his fingers, lifting it up.

-Tyler - the girl whispered, blushing.

-You belong to me, don't you Y/n? - he asked, his eyes darkening -Tell me the truth, don't you dare lie.

-I...- she began, almost gasping for air as the boy's hand rolled up the material of her dress, resting on her womanhood, which was covered only by the thin material of her panties.

-Come on Y/n, you're my favorite girl, and favorite girls tells the truth - he stated, pressing down on her clitoris ,which made her moan softly.

-I belong to you - she said shyly.

- Good girl - the teenager praised her, grabbing her jaw with his other hand - You deserve a reward.

-Reward? - she asked confused.

-Of course - he said, stroking her dirty face with his thumb -I'll make you feel good, very good. It's up to you if you want my fingers, my tongue... or my member, or all three.

-Tyler...I never - she began, trying to hide herself.

-Don't worry. I'll be gentle - he said tenderly - Consider it my way of convincing you - he began.

-Of what? -asked the siren.

-That I’m better -he said.

-You already are - Y/n replied honestly.

-You're just telling me what I want to hear, sweetheart? - he asked -So I’ll fuck you?

-Please - she whispered, closing her eyes.

-You already asking. So polite - he remarked - Will you tell me what you want?

-I don't know - she admitted quietly -I don't know what I want.

-Oh, you're poor thing - he murmured, kneeling before her -In that case I'll give you everything, and you'll take it.

Before Y/n could fully process the words in her mind, Tyler began feasting between her legs. The girl felt embarrassed at being so exposed for the first time, but the feeling quickly disappeared, pushed out by lust and unbridled desire.

Unable to stop herself, various sounds fell out of her mouth. Moans, whimpers and screams that she couldn't stop.

-Ty...Tyler- she moaned, clutching the wall behind her in desperation - Stop...I'm going to pee...please stop.

But those words only turned him on more.

Grasping her thighs in a firm grip, he lifted her body up so that her legs hung over his shoulders, causing her to nearly fall from the sudden movement. And seeing him lift her body with ease made her reach her endpoint with a loud, uncontrollable scream.

-So sweet - the boy purred, his voice drowned out by the fabric of her dress as he slurped her juices that squirted straight into his face.

Y/n's face turned burgundy. Her mind screamed for her to hide away from everyone while her heart pounded, becoming addicted extremely fast to the feeling that overtook her body.

She was so conflicted, yet she stayed put. Waiting to see what Tyler will do with her.

After a moment, the boy got up from his knees, towering over her again. Her flushed and embarrassed face gave him more satisfaction than he could admit. Grasping her neck, he slid his hand up to her jaw, turning her head as he wanted.

-Are you ready for the main attraction? - he asked, and the tone of his voice, so dark and dangerous at the same time, sent her far beyond her body.

Y/n was scared as much as she was excited, but didn't want to disappoint Tyler, so she nodded obediently, not trusting her own vocal cords for the moment.

Brunet turned her back to him, pressing her body against the wall, while one of his hands pulled her hips closer to his crotch. The boy brought his mouth close to her ear, gliding gently on its lobe.

-Can you feel me? - he asked, pushing his loins against her bum -You made me so hard. You always do that when you're with me, but you don't realize it, do you? You are too naive and innocent.

-I'm sorry - she whispered, not knowing what else to say.

-You don't have to apologize - he said, stroking her cheekbone -I'll make you feel exactly what I feel -he promised, imperceptibly grabbing the fabric of her dress.

The first thing the girl heard was the sound of ripping, then she felt the silk material slide off her shoulders and breasts, hanging loosely from her waist. A shiver ran down her naked back, and as the Tyler's hands pulled her clothes up, revealing her ruined underwear, her body burst into flames.

-So ruined, you look perfect - he admitted, removing the last of the material protecting her from the teenager's eyes, even though she thought he had long ago gotten rid of them - Only tears are missing... but don't worry, these will soon be on your face as well.

Removing his belt and unbuckling his pants, he pulled out his member, not without reason stroking it a couple of times, knowing full well that a pair of eyes were watching him carefully.

-It won't fit - the mermaid confessed quietly - You'll tear me apart.

-You're so wet I'm going to enter you in one fluid motion -he stated, clinging to her back again -And when I do, I'll stretch you properly, don't be afraid - he added, directing his manhood to her entrance, which was tightening again and again - See? - he whispered as half of it disappeared into her tight and warm canal.

-Too big - she said, on the verge of tears, feeling her lower belly being filled.

-Shh- whispered the green-eyed boy soothingly -You take me so well, your pussy want me inside. Don't deny it and let yourself be carried away by pleasure.

As Tyler entered her fully, he growled as her insides gripped him, not letting go, sucking him inside. Y/n, on the other hand, had never felt so stuffed, so full.

Again, he didn't let her process the situation exactly, starting to move back and forth slowly at first, testing the waters. Changing pace quickly ,obsessed with wet sounds, skin slapping against skin and feeling the outline of his member under his fingertips.

The girl leaned her forehead against the cold wall, moaning and squealing, letting him use her to his heart's content. Even when the pain mixed with pleasure became too much for her, she dutifully accepted everything he gave her, losing track of time.

Galpin snatched one orgasm out of her after another. Hitting her harder and deeper with each climax until his Y/n was barely conscious. Her mind, long clouded by lust, was unable to function and he took full advantage of it.

Finally, the tears in the girl's eyes, her sore throat and the walls of her womanhood that tightened on him made him unable to stand it, coming deep inside her. She shivered as her latest orgasm mixed with Tyler's. A sticky substance flowed from her used inside, straight to her thighs. The girl wanted to be disgusted, but deep down she felt how her desire only grew stronger, although it shouldn't have.

Her eyes began to look for those belonging to the brunet, who did not stop watching her even for a moment. Caressing her lips extremely gently and tenderly, he smiled, and adoration returned to his eyes.

Y/n like an addicted of the feeling, tried to kiss his lips again, and he easily bent down, giving her exactly what she wanted, after a moment looking back.

The siren decided to follow him, confused, only to find Xavier in the doorway staring at them with envy and a hint of lust that he couldn't contain.

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biggestsimponhere · 1 year

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angst to smut ask: #7 prompt for angst where the reader is actually the hyde and has been manipulating everyone into thinking it was Tyler. Eventually he takes things into his own hands and ties her up and hatefucking ensues

Hatefucking - Tyler Galpin x reader, OML, THATS A VERY INTERESTING PROMPT 🤭😈 this could easily have an actual angst pt 2 btw.

WARNING - Smut, dom/sub undertones.

You hadn’t meant to throw Tyler under the bus. He was just the easiest. He was there at every attack I mean it makes sense doesn’t it? So as Wednesday continued her hunt you subtly threw hints out about it being Tyler. “Where’d Tyler go after the dance?”, “Why didn’t Tyler follow you into the woods when you went after Rowan?” Of course you liked Tyler it was really such a shame you had to do this to him. Slowly the group started to question Tyler like you had been. You of course knew the truth. He wasn’t the Hyde. You were.

So all that being said. That’s how you ended up here. tied to a bed in what appeared to be an abandoned building. Tyler sat across from you in a chair. “Why’d you do it?” He asked leaning forward. “Do what Ty?” You asked trying to act concerned. You could easily break out of this if you tried. “Stop it, don’t act dumb” He spat, looking away from you. “Ty, I don’t know what you’re talking about, why did you tie me here” You said forcing panic into your voice. “Oh stop it, you manipulative little bitch” He said moving to stand over you. “Oh fine, but it was fun wasn’t it Ty” you said smirking. He just looked away from you, clenching his jaw.

“Oh just admit it Ty, you enjoyed our little game” You said looking up at him. “No I didn’t” he said glaring down at you. “Admit it Ty, you want me, I can smell it, the arousals coming off of you, is it me being tied up?” You laughed as he turned away again. “Enough” he said, his voice firm. “Come here Ty” Clearly the boy didn’t have much willpower cause he did come back. “Shut up” he said looking at you again. “Shut me up” You said smirking again. He leaned down and kissed you. You chased the kiss but he pulled away. “You want me too, don’t you?” He said laughing. “Obviously I want you, why do you think I’m still stuck to this bed?, you think I can’t get out?” You said shaking your head.

“Oh I know you can, I just wanted to see if you would try or not” He said before kissing you again. “Untie me please” You asked as he moved from your lips to your jaw and then to your neck. “No, I quite like having this power over you” he said sucking on your neck. You yanked at your wrists, the rope falling loose off of them. Then you flipped Tyler so he was flat against the mattress with you straddling him. “Power? Over me? That’s really interesting” You said grinding onto him and then watching him chase your hips. “Seems like the only one with power here is me” You said as you sucked on his neck. He went to thread his fingers through your hair before realising his wrists were now tied to the bed. “H-how, when did you do that?” He asked looking at his wrists.

“When I was kissing you, silly, men are so easy” you said pushing your hips against his again. You leaned down and captured his lips with yours again. “Is there something you want honey?, you’ve gotta ask. You know the drill” You continued kissing down his neck till he was breathing heavier. “You gonna ask pretty boy?” You said swiping the hair off his forehead. You quickly removed your clothes before sitting in front of him again. “P-please” He groaned out. “Please what?” You said, making him beg a bit more. “Please touch me, please” He said bucking his hips into your hand. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You said undoing his belt. He was practically a mess beneath you and you’ve barely even touched him.

“Hey what’s your safe word?” He looked up at you confused. “I’m mean, not cruel” you said at his questioning look. “Red” He said as you pulled off his pants. Now that his jeans weren’t constricting him, you could see just how big he was. You bit your lip before pulling his boxers down. “Wait!” He shouted before you could do anything. “Yes?” You said looking up at him expectantly. “I- I wanna eat you out first, please sit on my face” He said making puppy dog eyes at you. “Are you sure? You don’t have to” You said, slightly concerned about crushing him. “Yes I’m sure, god I’ve never been so sure about anything” He said licking his lips. You moved up towards his face. You hovered over his face till he nodded at you. You were now fully seated on his face. He immediately started sucking on your clit.

You bucked your hips against his tongue. He then moved down towards your hole. He stuck his tongue in you feeling how you tightened around him he groaned before continuing to lap at you. You moaned out, bucking against his face. His nose rubbing against your clit making you moan louder. You threaded your hands through his hair as he continued to eat you out. “God!” You moaned out as you came into his mouth. You slid off of his face and back down his hips. You stopped for a second, untying his hands. “Can I suck you off pretty boy?” You asked to which he responded by rapidly nodding. You moved back down to settle in between his legs.

Leaning forward you licked his tip causing him to groan. You then moved your tongue from his tip down to his base and then back up. You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it for a minute, before taking him deeper. He put his hand through your hair and pulled it into a makeshift ponytail. You hallowed out your cheeks before taking him deeper. Above you the hand that wasn’t in your hair gripped the sheets as he whimpered. You pulled your hand up to wrap around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You continued to suck him off till he couldn’t take your agonisingly slow pace. He gripped your hair a little tighter before fucking into your face.

You just let him chase his orgasm. He came in your mouth shortly after and you sucked him till he had nothing left to give. Then you slid off him with a pop and moved to kiss him again. “Please fuck me, please” he whined as you settled on his hips again. “Since you asked so nicely I suppose I can do that, are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You asked as you lined him up with your entrance. “Yes, yes please” he whimpered as you sank down onto him. It took a few to adjust to his size but eventually you got there. You started bouncing on him before eventually getting tired of doing all the work. “Be a good boy for me and fuck me, I’m sick of doing all the work” You ordered. So he flipped you around till he was on top.

He started his pace up again, and you moaned loudly in his ear. “God, I hate you” you moaned as he continued to pound into you. “Yeah I hate you too” He said moving to suck another hickey onto your neck. “For someone who hates me you sure seem to want to mark me a lot” you groaned as he pounded into you. “Could say the- same to you” he said gripping your hips. Surely tight enough to leave bruises tomorrow. You just moaned as you came around him. He followed shortly after, cumming inside you. He pulled out and laid next to you. “Y-you’re not gonna tell anyone I’m the Hyde right?” You asked looking him in the eyes. “Not until we figure out how to fix it sweetheart” He said brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You wrapped your arms around him and he pulled you into him. “Goodnight, I love you Ty” you mumbled into his chest. “Goodnight. I love you, sweetheart.” You drifted off to sleep in his arms. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and then whispered “I’m sorry” against your hairline before he injected you with sleeping serum.

#tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #wednesday #Wednesday characters x reader #hunter doohan

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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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Yandere Tyler Galpin (Based on S1)

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Tyler Galpin X gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, mildly smut, mild sexual content, implied future noncon, noncon/dubcon touches, chaining, kidnapping, obsession, possession, obsessive/possessive/delusional behaviours, violence & death, murder, stealing stuff, misused stolen underwear, stalking, following, disturbingly violent depictions (sorry if i missed sth)

Ever heard of monster cases? Yes, monster. The press says bear attack but you better watch out. They're giving false information about the bodies, and the monster is sure to be very, very cruel. When you go for a walk to have a good time, you may be the victim of piercing eyes peeking through the trees. It approaches so carefully that you can't even tell where it's coming from. One victim, two victims, three victims... Are you the next? You might ask, 'Did anyone manage to escape from it?'. But there's a more interesting question: Did the person who escaped really escape by his own effort, or did the monster let him escape? But the real question is: Why?

Tyler Galpin. There's a good chance you know him. Weathervane is the only good cafe around and you must have been in there. Everyone goes there. As a Nevermore student or sweet girl next door, you'll definitely get this barista's attention. He doesn't sit in the back and silently watch you while you sip your coffee. Yes, the first time he sees you, he's definitely captivated by your presence and watches you for a few days in amazement, but it doesn't take long for him to break his silence. He makes his first move with an awkward "Do you need anything?" or "I have a quick question about the customer satisfaction".

You think how nice and sweet he is. Completely ignorant of the facts, you accept the coffee he brings on the house. When he sits on your booth and talks about random things, his eyes turn away as if he's too shy. When he accidentally takes your hand, he smiles nervously and immediately apologizes. How good at pretending to be... innocent.

As he gets closer to you, he quickly changes from his "shy" mood to "silly lover" mood. Silent and long stares that he's unaware of, spacing out while talking, thoughtful compliments, the "I'm confused but got it, anyways how about a coffee tomorrow?" attitude he gives when you try to reject him, facial expressions that match his play.... You turn everything into a game for him.

You trigger his sadistic and animalistic instincts, which he hides from everyone, with a feeling he can't explain. It's like the excitement of a predator hunting its prey greedily. Being around you and watching you gives him an indescribable pleasure. His eyes, glowing with a dark excitement that no one notices, follow you wherever you go. His mouth waters, his breathing becomes heavy, and an ominous smile forms on his face. It's an addictive feeling, like riding a roller coaster. When he tells you to be careful and stay out of danger, being the danger itself makes him want to laugh. How appetizingly ironic!

Fortunately, your first meet didn't happen while he was wandering in the dark fully turned. Because of his insatiable nature, he could tear you apart before he could fall in love with you. But if you're lucky and he sees you at a time when he can act consciously, he'll let you escape. Why didn't he break you like a small twig? This question would be the only thing on his mind until he sees you again.

If you knew the truth, would you still keep talking to him? If you knew he was behind of those deaths, would you return his awkward smile? When you think he's working at the cafe, in class at school or at home for dinner, he actually watches your every single step like he has no other purpose. He's so interested in what you do, wants to know it all. He has to know everything or he'll lose it.

His father doesn't notice his obsession or think it's an obsession. Let's say he realizes, there's nothing he can do. Tyler succeeds in not attracting his father's attention and making it seem like an ordinary romance. He doesn't have to, but he doesn't want an extra trouble. He limits the things he has to deal so he can devote all his time to you. He even shows you're doing him good by being warm to his father so he wouldn't have to deal with him to always be with you.

If his son is in love with an outcast, he's not happy and always keeps an eye on you. Even though you're an outcast, Tyler makes progress so much he decides you're one of the safe ones and makes an exception for you. You're lucky you don't get his son in trouble and recover him in a way that even the doctor couldn't. He saw how crazy Tyler went when he tried to separate you from him for the first time. If you're a normie he's grateful. It's good to know his son eventually gets over his mother and their troubled father-son relationship.

When his father sees you at their house all the time, he just shakes his head and leaves. Or he almost rolls his eyes every time he sees you with Tyler in the cafe. But he finds it a little weird when he hears Tyler muttering about you all the time. Saying your name without noticing, phrases like "I need to see you" or "I miss you". Some are more concerning, especially when he says it like an experienced serial killer. "I'll rip that boy's throat out" or "I'll rip that bitch's head off". But he's probably just being jealous, right? Teens like to overreact everything.

It's much easier for him to watch and manipulate you if you're a normie. Monsters and all other hidden information are impossible to access unless you have a close friend from Nevermore. He can make you his in a short time and you don't stand a chance against him. But he likes to take his time. It's fun. He watches you hungrily as you sweetly wander around. You look around in fear when you hear noises that are suspicious because you know about the "bear" attacks. Oh, that look of panic that appears every part of your face...

Being an outcast makes things a lot more complicated and difficult, but damn, he loves a good chase. He can sit and talk about Nevermore, what you've discovered, and the monster. Anything you want. You two can search the forest together or he can prepare you a romantic surprise in the middle of it. For some reason he keeps hiding the truth. Running into his arms from danger isn't something he wants to lose. He almost mocks you while smiling. His "hidden" authority over you makes him feel like a different monster.

Get as close to the truth as you want, he would never hurt you. Blinded by your love, all he wants is to kidnap and lock you up. He loves you in a way that he can't even understand. The desire to crush the bones and rip the stomachs of every living thing he come across disappears when it comes to you. It's replaced by a different desire: to possess.

Jealousy, control, manipulation, violence. That rage-filled jealousy creeps into him when he sees you with someone else. His stealth control efforts where he keeps you away from everyone by act the fool. The guilt he imposes on you and the confused always right guy mask while doing this. Going after them one by one at a time that you're completely unaware of, leaving a terrified police team behind. Behind his good boy face lies a rabid monster ready to do anything for his love.

Sometimes you ask yourself if you ended up with him because you really loved him or because he made you feel obligated. There is no better choice than him. You overreact a lot, you are suspicious, you're being a jerk. It's always you. Why would you break this nice guy's heart if you're not selfish and arrogant who wants no one but the best?

He frowns, implying what you say is meaningless and silly. He puts an understanding but confused smile on his face. He looks at you for a few seconds and gives the breath he's been holding, saying "Alright.". He looks around and shakes his head, then looks at you. With disturbing pauses, "I don't... I don't quite understand why you don't want to spend time with me. I thought we liked each other." He makes you self-doubt again.

But you start to really suspect him. Let him look as innocent as he wants, everyone makes mistakes. You saw your stuff in his room. Not just your ordinary stuff. He even had your used underwear, and there was a white, dried liquid on it. You didn't even want to think about it. How could he do this? You never expected this from him. As if that wasn't enough, the earphone you dropped when you were running away from the monster for the first time was. on. his. desk. But the last straw... when you went to the forest to research in the middle of the night, you saw it again. All those screams and images... And the deadliest thing happened to you: you fainted.

You shouldn't have been able to start a sentence with "When I opened my eyes," but when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in Tyler's bed. You shuddered in panic and were thankful you were still alive. But after the shock, nothing made sense. How did he find you? His answers to your endless questions were inconsistent. You noticed he was getting uneasy so you stopped. He insisted you stay at his house that night, even though you didn't want to. He whispered while caressing your hair, his eyes were reddish but not from crying. The way he breathes and speaks, the way he looks at you was very frightening. You were scared of him and lost your trust in him for the first time. "Don't worry, you're safe with me."

You're not sure whether you should talk to him pretending like nothing happened or cut all ties immediately, but your instincts tell you to be careful. Very careful. You know, like when you realize you're dreaming and you say to people, "Hey, it's a dream". From then on, they look at you in a demonic way. Their eyes tells you that you've just learned something you should never have and the consequences will be severe. Just like that, keep being his sweetheart and keep your mouth shut. Ignorance is bliss.

Something tells you that if you don't follow your fears and never learn the truth, Tyler will continue to treat you the way he's treating you now. Going to the movies with you, buying you your favorite coffee, trying to braid if you have long hair (he learned because he likes to play with your hair)... Normal couple activities. As you see his dark side, you realize the true intentions behind his demeanor. Your ignorance gives him satisfaction. Stay like that, don't know anything. Even though you're sure that he is the monster, look into his eyes with fear and keep being his little darling just because you're so scared to leave. He wants it. If you say you know his darkness inside, you feel like something terrible is going to happen to you. That he'll chain you to a dark cave and fulfill all his dark desires he has kept inside.

But you made mistakes, just like everyone else. Maybe you tried to trap him with your friends from Nevermore, or maybe you asked his father to keep his obsessive and perverted son away from you. Maybe you just tried to get away from him little by little. He knows no matter what you've done, he can't pretend that secrets don't exist anymore. It saddens him these beautiful moments with you, such as keeping a small pet around and playing, will come to an end. After killing those he's supposed to kill, he chains you just as you feared, but not to a cave. To his bed. He wants you to feel comfortable, it's your first time with him after all.

He groans at your naked body and rubs his lips against your ear. "You look so delicious."

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eufezco · 1 year

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Tyler and Readers daughter seeing Tyler as the Hyde for the first time and instead of being scared she just calmly approaches him and offers him a goldfish 😭

pt. 2

tyler is the most loving father ever. even before his daughter was born, he already loved her unconditionally. he loves spending time with her, doing her two little piggy tails and choosing the cutest outfit before driving her to daycare, and then waiting for her outside with her afternoon snack and opening arms just for the baby to run stomping into them. that's why he's scared that someday his baby would grow enough to discover that he is a monster.

"it's not like that, tyler. she'll still love you the same."

but tyler shook his head every time and answered you "she will never want to hear from me again when she finds out that i am a monster." and it breaks you every time because you know that's not true. you were educating your daughter to respect everyone, why would it be any different with her father, one of the people she loves most in the world? besides, even if tyler didn't even want to think about it and that in most cases the children inherited the mother's condition, there was still a possibility of her being also a hyde.

you drove to the weathervane with your daughter sitting in the back of the car eating some snacks. once you arrived at the cafe shop, you noticed that the lights were on, and the door was open, but there was no one inside. "mommy will be here in a second, baby." and you played some soft music for her while she waited for you in the car. you got out of it and quickly approached the entrance to the cafeteria. you didn't need to go inside to know that tyler wasn't there and that something was wrong. there was a trail of blood leading from the door of the weathervane down the street a little way. "shit." you mumbled and quickly got into the car again.

"okay, baby, come here. daddy needs us." you left the car at the edge of the forest, you held your daughter in your arms and you went into the woods. he was most likely halfway through the transformation, that's why the blood. his wounds from the past transformation were not healed, so he would probably was badly injured.

your daughter was confused but she was still busy eating her cheddar goldfish. you walked a few meters with her in your arms until you found tyler's clothes ripped on the ground. "no, no, no, no." you knew what that meant. when you turned around to take your girl back to the car and drive her to bianca's, there he was, transformed into what he hated most. his breathing was heavy, his big eyes stared at you and your daughter, ready for your next move, and his fanged teeth were showing in an attempt to scare you both. his body was way bigger than yours, and it blocked your way back to the car. his long claws were digging into the ground, almost as if he was fighting against his nature.

"tyler–” you called him with a sigh.

"daddy?" your daughter called him. her green eyes were analyzing what she had in front of her. her small body was a little tense between your arms, but her face showed no fear. she tapped on your shoulder three times and you hesitated for a moment. tyler would never forgive himself if he hurt your daughter. you ended up leaving the girl on her feet, always behind her in case she fell. walking heavily she approached him, he didn't try to attack her nor he did try to avoid her. using her sticky little fingers, she pulled the last cheese goldfish that she had left, and then she held out her arm, offering it to his dad.

the hyde lifted one of his big arms off the ground, and you threatened to pull her away from him. being extremely careful and just by using the tip of his long claws, he took the goldfish from the girls' hand. after that, she returned to your side and asked you to pick her up again.

"i'll take her with bianca and xavier, and i'll be back." you didn't know if tyler was hearing you, but by the time he returned to his human form, he will be tired and hurt, with all of his past wounds open again and most likely with new ones. the hyde huffed and you guessed that he did hear you. he slowly moved out of your way and you started to walk to the car with your daughter in your arms again. her eyes never left tyler, she rested her head on your shoulder so she could keep looking at him for a little longer while you walked away from him. with her hand, she waved goodbye to him and he didn't move from there until you were both far away enough

A/N — I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEANT BY GOLDFISH AND I WAS LIKE ??¿¿ WHY WOULD THE CHILD OFFER HIM A REAL FISH i hope you meant the snacks tho🧍🏼‍♀️i was confused

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herlondonboy · 1 year

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Beauty And The Beast

Pairings: Tyler Galpin x gn!reader / Wednesday Addams x twin!reader

Summary: Tyler helps you realise that you really don’t deserve to love.

Warnings: angst kind, manipulation. I write this whilst I was supposed to be tidying my room.

Word Count: 1.0k

You never believed that you deserved the love your parents got; the love you see in movies or love at all. You weren’t as smart or as cunning as Wednesday and you weren’t as funny or kind as Pugsley. You found yourself wanting to be your siblings. You wanted the the relationship that they had. You wanted Wednesday to protect you from bullies in a bittersweet manner, you wanted Pugsley to talk to you, period.

You didn’t know what happened or what went wrong, but Morticia and Gomez somehow ended up with you as a child. Maybe you were switched with someone else in the hospital because you didn’t feel like an Addams. You felt like an outcast in your own family. You liked colour, you weren’t abnormally pale, your touch was warm. You were you and that was enough for your family, so why wasn’t it enough for you?

When your sister was sent to Nevermore, and your parents decided it was best for you to tag along, you almost began to despise them. It only got worse when you found out you had a single room, closed off from the rest of the school. It was like you were being punished for no reason.

You were exiled by the world’s outlaws.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that you weren’t welcome there. You started taking long walks down to Jericho after your last period just to sit in the back booth of the Weathervane and write down all of the reasons you didn’t deserve to be an Addams. The book was nearly halfway full.

But one uneventful Thursday, a barista, the youngest one that you had seen working in here, walked over to you. “May I sit?” He asked, a kind smile on his face. You nodded hesitantly as he sat. God, how you wished you could turn back time and tell him no. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Hello, Tyler.” You smiled at him, looking down. You felt like if you looked any longer you’d drown in his eyes. “Uhm, y/n.” You held out your hand.

“Oh, I know.” Tyler said, shaking it. “I’m not stalking you, I just… we have to put names on the cups, remember?” He said at your raised eyebrow. You chuckled slightly and he cleared his throat. “I know that we don’t know each other, but i was hoping that we could get to know each other.”

“I didn’t think it was so easy to make me cringe.” You joked, smiling at his blush. “I’d love to get to know you, Tyler.”

“Oh! Great, uh, great, yeah.” He stammered. It was as if he was expecting a swift ‘no.’ “Uhm, here. My number.” He handed you a piece of paper. “Call me. O-or text me, whatever you prefer. Uh, bye.”

From then on, your alone time at the Weathervane became your Tyler Time. Your notebook hadn’t been touched in weeks and there was a predominant smile etched onto your face. For the first time, you actually felt like you deserved to be loved. Tyler saw what no one else did. Tyler saw you. Not y/n Addams - not Wednesday Addams’ abnormal twin. You.

Tyler had asked you to be his date for the Rave’N and you said yes. It was a great nice. Excluding how the normies put red paint in the sprinklers and drenched everyone in a blood-like substance; how Tyler ran away towards the end; and how Wednesday’s friend was attacked by the monster she was hunting.

The first, and last, time you kissed Tyler, something happened. You blacked out and then suddenly you were watching Tyler turn into a beast and murder Kinbott, your therapist. And then you watched him attack Eugene Otinger. And then you watched him talking to someone about how you would help him get insider information on Wednesday. It was awful, like everything you had gone through to allow yourself to love was wasted. You gasped awake in Tyler’s arms as he looked into your eyes, concern written all over his face and you wondered. Was any of it ever real?

“I’m okay.” You mumbled. “I just- I need to go.” You rushed out of the Weathervane. Tyler watched until you were out of his view. You sobbed all the way to Nevermore, hugging yourself as you made your way to your sister’s room.

Wednesday looked almost alarmed when she saw the state you were in. “y/n?” She asked and her voice made you break down.

“It’s Tyler.” You said, standing awkwardly in front of her. You’d kill for a hug right now, but this is Wednesday that you’re talking about. “I kissed him and had this vision thing and saw him attacking Eugene Otinger and I-“ You choked on your words, finding it so hard to breathe. “I thought he really liked me too. I thought… I thought that I deserved love, but it’s all my fault.”

“y/n, nothing is your fault.” Wednesday said softly.

You shook your head. “It is. I told him things about you, us, the school, because I thought I could trust him.” You clenched your eyes shut, sadness dissipating into anger. “I’m so stupid. Of course he didn’t love me. Stupid, stupid.” You began hitting your head in frustration.

“y/n, stop.” Wednesday said, but you didn’t. She grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug.

You cried into her shoulder. “I want to go home, Wednesday. Home was bad, but it was so much better than this.” You told her. “I loved him and he-"

“y/n, Tyler manipulated you and conditioned you into thinking about him like that. He used you to get to me. You are not at fault here. You let yourself believe that you can be loved, y/n. That’s good. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you.”

It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. You could love again if you let yourself, but would you?

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valeskafics · 1 year

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Headcanons for Perv Wednesday Characters x Reader

A/N: includes ajax, enid, rowan, tyler, wednesday, and xavier

TW: perving, nasty nasty perving, voyeurism, panty stealing, IDK THEY ALL NASTY NSFWWWWWWW

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Wednesday Taglist: @jamespotterismydaddy @ietss @parkerraeken

Ajax Petropolus

-ajax is such a chill dude, but he's a massive perv

-definitely pretends to be dumber than he actually is so he can get "tutored" by you in whatever subject

-acts like a total dumb dumb when he sees you so the minute he answers something right, he gets extra praise

-constantly staring at your chest or ass and pretending he's not actually staring he's just "zoned out" because he's stoned

-makes perverted jokes around you just to make you blush because he likes thinking of other ways he'll be able to make you blush when he finally gets you underneath him

-kinda wants to tag team you with xavier, because one of his fantasies is sharing a girl with his best friend

-always offering to let you walk up the stairs ahead of him or anywhere ahead of him not because he's a gentleman but because he's a fucking perv and wants to get a nicer view of that booty of yours

-kind of more... childish about being a perv? not the type to steal underwear or anything, but more of the dirty jokes, secretly fantasizing type

-has definitely asked xavier to draw you making out with him, xavier's had enough

Enid Sinclair

-she's so cute and bubbly like who would actually think enid sinclair is a perv?

-sorry she's a MASSIVE perv

-she'll sneak into your dorm and just lay in your bed naked, rolling around on your sheets

-will prob also get herself off while laying in your bed, pretending it's you doing it for her

-loves asking if she can borrow your clothes, just because she likes wearing something she knows you've worn

-deadass steals your underwear and wears it then brings it back she's fucking weird for this

-will pretend to be sad about ajax or whoever and ask to come snuggle in your dorm in your bed with you

-loves resting her head on your chest and pretending it's completely innocent (she just tryna feel up the tiddies sry to bust your bubble)

-she gets away with a lottttt because you think, hey it's enid, she's a total sweetheart

-she'll definitely annoy the fuck out of wednesday with how much the poor girl ends up having to cover for her or just listen to her thirst over you

Rowan Laslow

-rowan is such a dirty freaky nasty perv sorry

-you think he's this sweet, nerdy, unassuming boy, so you let your guard down around him

-he's always got those glasses on, so you can never really tell if he's looking down your shirt when you're sitting together studying (he totally is)

-definitely uses his powers to create situations where he has to "save" you

-you're in fencing with him, he spies on you changing in the locker room, he's nasty for that but sorry

-definitely gives panty stealing vibes (he prefers the ones you've worn recently, he's nasty)

-constantly staring at your lips when you're in class together, cannot get his mind off what it would be like to kiss you among other things, like if you're eating anything like a banana or a lollipop this man is BRICKED TF UP and ready to go rub one out he physically cannot deal with it

-very jealous, hates seeing you with wednesday or xavier or whoever

-xavier knows about his whole pervy obsession and tries to mind his own business but when rowan's rubbing one out in the middle of the night, saying your name it makes it kinda rough for xavier to pretend he doesn't notice

Tyler Galpin

-tyler's definitely a massive perv, he's spilled coffee on you at weathervane more than a few times just to get a look at you in a wet shirt

-fantasizes about hunting you down as the hyde and having his way with you

-he's a boob guy for sureeeee, loves it when you wear necklaces that rest just around your collar bone or cleavage because he imagines himself pulling you in by your necklace and kissing you before fucking you

-seeing even a bra strap and a slight bit of your underwear is enough to make this dude go feral and have to run outside and breathe to get a hold of himself

-honestly, he's so fucking horny for you all the time, it's a little pathetic

-has definitely broken into your dorm and stolen your panties and bras

-not above using his hyde abilities to transform and spy on you, especially if you're in your dorm alone and getting yourself off

-literally wants to kill any guy who touches you, does not give a fuck who

-probably the only one of the pervs who'll actually try and make good on their fantasies

Wednesday Addams

-it's so unexpected for her to be a perv because it's wednesday, like does she even actually like anyone?

-but that's what makes it so easy for her, you're so desperate for her approval and friendship, that she just easily weasels her way into every aspect of your life

-she's not an overtly sexual perv, at least at first

-it starts off slow, resting her head on your shoulder until soon, she's resting it on your chest "wanting to listen to your heartbeat"

-the only time she's ever interested in shopping with the girls is when you're going because she wants to see you try on all your cute new outfits and pretend you're modeling them just for her

-definitely written a few songs on her cello about you, likes playing them for you because you get this really glazed over look in your eyes admiring her and she can't help but wonder if that's what you'd look like if she was making out with you

-she's very weary of physical intimacy but for her? even holding your hand feels a bit pervy but she does it quite happily

-in all honesty? she's the least pervy of the pervs, it's mostly just her being a girl with her first crush and feeling weird about it, not really understanding how she feels

Xavier Thorpe

-this man has created a whole pornographic library with his artwork of the two of you even if you've never so much as kissed or even talked to him

-he's a tortured artist, he gets a little obsessive, always staring at you, undressing you with his eyes

-has spent the whole night awake fantasizing about you before, comes to class with dark circles, wearing them like a badge of honor

-if you're in archery with him, he's definitely pressing himself up against you, the man thinks he's chris pine in the princess diaries 2

-he's definitely spied on you changing before and has absolutely zero regrets about it

-feels his blood boil anytime you talk to tyler at weathervane when you're all in jericho, because why the fuck do you need to talk to that normie

-another underwear thief/panty smeller

-also enjoys smelling your hair whenever you're near him, actually buys a shampoo that smells similar to yours so when he gets himself off in the shower, it smells like you

-always pretends to forget his book in class so he can lean over you and share your book with you

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sweaterweatherever · 1 year

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Can you do something for Nevermore!Tyler where he is kind of an ass to everyone except for his s/o?

This thing of ours (Tyler Galpin x Reader)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x AFAB Reader.

A/N: Roald Dahl, anyone? Also, who is manipulating who? Who picked the other one? You tell me. Yes, I know I said tomorrow but I couldn't help myself. Here, the Manipulative Reader x Manipulative Tyler

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal unprotected sex. Innocence kink if you squint. Cursing. Manipulation, from both parties. Writer running with the request and doing what she wants. AGED UP CHARACTERS. Toxic, don’t try at home. Corruption kink, maybe (Reader gets manipulative slowly, maybe Tyler rubs on her?)

Requested: Yes. I am so sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this. I see the request, I get it started just as they specify, and then I start asking questions. If you don’t like it, I can redirect you to Sweet and Sour, which has Tyler treating the reader right. See my pinned post for it. Maybe I will write something more fitting later. Tag requested: @ajaxisbae

Getting a bad reputation at Jericho was awfully easy. Do you know the saying about small towns? Yeah, Jericho was like that. Everyone knew each other, who were the outcasts, who were the stoners, who was the mayor’s son, and of course, the sheriff. It didn’t help, Tyler had a story of acting up. First, with the death of his mother and bootcamp, then a short period of time of acting like a normal member of the community and then the murders. The sheriff son, an outcast, and a murderer? When he finally got back from his court mandated time in a mental health facility, with loads of therapy to look forward to, he didn’t even need to try. His reputation was already forged, so he got to just lay back in the bed he had already made. Why keep trying when everyone would be perpetually questioning his motives?

And so, when he got shipped off to Nevermore, he didn’t bother with the facade. Wednesday glared daggers at him in any hallway, her friends looked at him with a mix of pity and disgust. Turns out, the whole group was pretty influential on their year, so whatever Tyler did, if they didn’t approve, the rest of Nevermore wouldn’t. If this was happening months ago, Tyler might try to manipulate them again, get in their good graces, so the rest would fall back in line. But he was sure he couldn’t get Wednesday to fall for his tricks ever again.

So, he embraced his asshole reputation, the fearsome, unrepentant murderer one. And it was good, for a while. Until you showed up.

“Can I sit here?” A timid, meek voice asked. As always, he was the only one who was sitting alone, and he liked it that way. If it were for him, Tyler was going to finish his education and get the fuck away from Nevermore and Jericho. His plan was to get into a college far enough, possibly in a sunnier state, and for that, he needed to focus, not to make friends.

“Fuck off.” He answered, without lifting his head. He was setting up his notes for history class, already thinking of maybe recording it because the teacher talked way too fast.

“Is anyone sitting next to you?” The voice insisted, this time sounding more frustrated. “I’m new and this is the only free seat.”

At that, Tyler lifted his gaze and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was wearing the standard Nevermore uniform, in the purple color. But there was something about her that made her glow, and it wasn’t a physical trait. She had kind eyes, and pretty blush on her cheeks, but overall she made him think about the Roald Dahl quote, a person with good thoughts can never be ugly.

That was the deal with this girl, good thoughts shone out of her face, making her look lovely. Even embarrassed and frustrated at his outburst, she met his eyes with a tentative smile.

“Sit down, then.” Tyler offered, feeling much like the asshole everyone said he was. His own reaction was odd... Why did he feel so pulled to you?

“Thank you.” You answered, stiffly. Seemingly unable to contain himself, Tyler pushed his notes towards you.

“Here.” He said. “You can take a look, so you aren’t so lost. Name’s Tyler, by the way.” Kindness was something he was rusty in, but for you, he was willing to try.

“Y/N” You looked at him, and slowly sat down. The way you were keeping an eye on his hands told him you were familiar with bullying and expecting to get pushed or made fun of at any moment. That made rage boil in his chest. How could someone do anything bad to an angel like you?

“Sorry about before. I’m an asshole.” He said. You nodded and got to work on reading his notes. Your distrust in him was clear, and so, he decided it was time to go back to his usual stunts.

The key to a good manipulation is this: Do it carefully. Do it slowly. If you are a wolf among sheep, even if you are focused on the most special one, you don’t attack fast and hard, sending the others into a panic. No. You watch first, and approach slowly.

Turns out, pretty things like yourself get warned off about the monster sitting next to them in class. It’s Enid, the one who gets picked to do it. She is the sweetest out of all of them, the friendly, approachable one. If Tyler ever hurts you, you might choose not to approach scary Wednesday, afraid of being laughed at. Or awkward Ajax, who is a boy and not much to look at in terms of a defender.

“Y/N, right?” She asks, when you are out by the quad, exploring the place. “I’m Enid!”

“Hi,” You smile back, shyly. As an introvert, you don’t have a lot of experience making friends, and in your previous school you had floundered around until an extroverted adopted you. You hope Enid is the one to do it.

“Look, I… I run a gossip blog for the school, so I know a lot of stuff. You don’t want to be near Tyler, he is bad news.”

“Tyler?” You ask, feigning confusion. You feel silly. Of course, she doesn’t want to be your friend, she is just trying to warn you. And sure, the boy was rude, but is she implying it will hurt your popularity or something? Who cares about that? You feel sick to your stomach. Nevermore is more similar than you thought to your previous schools, it still has teenagers, drama and power plays. This was supposed to be a place in which you would be safe, you would feel at home, finally not an outcast. And if you obey to Enid, you could. You could make some popular friends and finally be liked. But it doesn’t sit right with you.

“Yeah, he… He is done some pretty nasty stuff.” She whispers to you. “You know about the murders?” And how could you not know, when it had been the first thing that popped up when you googled Nevermore? You had read all about it, how the records had been sealed because the perpetrator was still a minor at the time and not in his right mind.

“It was him?”

“Yeah, look, stay clear of him. He is dangerous. It’s for your own safety.” Enid insists.

“I don’t think what you are doing is fair.” It slips out before you can contain it. You squeeze your eyes shut, now you feel idiotic. You can tell by the expression on Enid’s face that you have blown any chance of a friendship with her.

“He could hurt you, and he is so… so nasty!” Enid complained. You kept quiet, the so could you unspoken. Gossip blog? Really? Were you supposed to take her seriously after that?

So, you go straight to the source.

“Tyler, hi.” You hate what you are doing, heart beating wildly in your chest. But it isn’t right, what they are doing with him. Warn off anyone who even talks to Tyler?

“Hi.” He smiles at you, and you know his kindness is going to run out once he figures what exactly do you want. You wring your hands in front of you, anxiously. Your cheeks heat up. What you are about to ask is so rude, you fear he will snap at you.

“Did you kill all those people?” Even if you whisper the question, it still feels loud, the words echoing in your ears. You can’t take it back, but how you wish you could. Tyler face falls, brows furrowing together.

“Yes. That is what they told you?” He asks, and you physically recoil. So, it’s true, Tyler is a murderer. The thought doesn’t compute in your head. Sure, he can be brash, and he isn’t the friendliest, but nothing about him screamed homicidal maniac at the first glance. You don’t want to believe it. Still, you flinch. At your sudden move, his expression gets sadder, and you feel the urge to console him, to touch him, pull him into a hug. Anything to get that look off his face. Tyler’s eyes are wet, mouth curled in a grimace that screams pain.

“I… I…” For the first time in your life, you are speechless. What do you say to him? You grab his hands in between yours, trying to calm him down.

“No.” He says, pulling out of your grasp. You don’t dare follow him. “We aren’t even friends, we sat together in one class. Go. I don’t need your pity.”

“But…” He is right, of course. In the end, you are strangers, tied together by a silly twist of fate. It just happened you were the new student, and he was the only one sitting by himself. It could have been Enid, or any other person in the classroom. A coincidence. It didn’t matter. But you wanted to help him, and didn’t understand why the rest didn’t try. He was hurting! Couldn’t the rest of Nevermore see that? Besides, aggravating the mass murderer wasn’t really the path to a long, healthy life. Your heart hurt for him. He must be lonely, after all of this. And surely, if he really were so terrible, they wouldn’t have him here, right?

“Yes. I killed all those people, I enjoyed it. But I was manipulated to be that way, I was drugged and fucking assaulted. There. Your morbid curiosity is fulfilled. Any other gory details you want of the worst time in my life?” Tyler spits out, hands coming to tangle in his hair. He seems on the verge of crying from frustration. In a move neither of you are expecting, you advance the steps that separate you from him, until your bodies are flush with each other, and you wrap your arms around him. Tyler tenses at first, whole body going rigid. Then, he sighs and melts in your embrace, hands coming to hold you back hesitantly.

You keep hugging him, unaware of the smile he is pressing against your hair. You are naive, and shy, and oh so focused on doing the right thing, that if you probably noticed, you would excuse it as a friendly smile. Tyler knows the truth, he knows himself. It’s the smile of the predator that plays with his prey just before eating it.

He can’t tell when he loses his control. At first, he is nice to you because you are sweet and pretty, and he wants to ruin you. You are also kind and help him feel less lonely. Tyler knows that. He is trying to get you to fall for him, not because he likes you, but because it is convenient, and he hopes to own you. You are perfect. Perfect for him to ruin.

He does it slowly, going from standoffish to sweet, but finds it harder and harder to be mean, especially when you look up at him, all wide eyes and innocent smile. So, he tests himself. One day, when you are excitedly explaining the essay you are writing, he tries treating you like he does to any other outcast.

“…And here, the teacher said I could…”

“Will you shut up?!” Tyler says, and it’s still softer than he would say to Wednesday or Kent. But your eyes get wet at the harsh tone, blinking to keep the tears away. There is an embarrassed look on your face, like a child scorned. You feel silly, ranting at him about your homework when he is clearly in a bad mood.

Tyler can’t stand it, the sadness in your beautiful eyes. He gets up from his chair, his homework forgotten. He kneels in front of you and grabs your hands in his.

“Sorry. Sorry.” It feels like his heart is being ripped off his chest, with the way your lower lip is trembling. Tyler knows then he is fucked. He would do anything to wipe the expression off your face. If someone told him a year ago he would be on his knees, begging for a girl’s forgiveness, he would have laughed. Hell, if someone told him that months ago, he would have never believed it. Tyler kisses your knuckles, one by one, uncaring you are in the library, where everyone can see. “I… I didn’t mean to snap at you…” The lies taste bitter on his tongue. What if he stopped trying to manipulate you, would you stay? The idea makes something flutter in his stomach. “I was just… I was having a bad day, but I’ll make it up to you.” He presses a kiss to your knuckles one last time, sneaking a glance to your face. The flush on your cheeks is still embarrassed, but you seem taken with the way he has been pressing kisses to your hands. There is a delighted little smile fighting to appear.

You card a hand through his hair. Tyler sighs, head tilting, offering more of himself to be pet. He is touch starved. You had noticed that when you hugged him the first time, and vowed to try to give him as much affection as he needed. He never notices the way you smile during those times, how much you like this power at your fingertips. One smile from you and Tyler melts.

Then, he starts to slowly spiral. His attraction to you had been instant, but he had been able to act as he pleased. Now, he is losing himself into you, and it’s scary. Most things he does, he does because it will bring a smile to your face.

“Here.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek and sliding a bar of chocolate towards you. It’s your favorite because Tyler pays attention. He wants to know everything about you. He ignores the odd looks that the rest of your classmates are giving him. So, what if he wasn’t in AP Lit as you were? You didn’t have breakfast, and you needed to eat. “Promise me at lunch you will eat real food.”

You smile up at him, totally charmed. Tyler preens under your gaze. Someone makes a retching sound. You look in that direction, and Tyler does, too. He doesn’t like it when your attention isn’t on him, he likes it less when you frown.

Tyler presses a kiss to your forehead, glaring until the guy almost pisses his pants. He is careful, so you don’t see his expression. He knows you don’t like him being an asshole to everyone, and so, he tries to be on his best behavior. It’s hard, but so worth it.

You are waiting for Tyler at a booth, hands placed lightly on your lap. You had begun dragging him out to Jericho more and more, determined to take the town for exposure therapy at his presence. At first, the whispers had been loud, but now it had reduced to two voices, one not so convinced.

You know Yoko, Enid, and Wednesday are following you every time you go into town, at the later request. But the first two seem much more unconvinced about it when the days keep passing and no murder happens. They get sloppy about it, uncaring you hear them converse.

“Ugh, what’s up with him?” Yoko says, and you heard the tell-tale sound of someone sitting down. “Not even in AP Lit, and still fucking terrifying. I don’t know what the girl has, but please, girlie, share.”

“I think it is cute. Tyler looks at her like she hung the moon, and at the rest of us… like he wants to skins us alive. “ At hearing that, you can’t help but smile. You will train Tyler out of glaring at other people, given enough time. But for now, it is enough. You like being the only one. Tyler is cute, sweet and very eager to make you happy. You can’t help but be attracted to him.

“I don’t believe it for a second.” Wednesday glowers, from her spot in the booth.

“He is in love! Maybe he is reformed!” Enid says, and you don’t need to turn around to know she must be smiling. She enjoys the whole thing too much, being the first of the trio to cease her distrust. “For love, how romantic!”

“Or perhaps she is manipulating him…” Wednesday eyes the way Tyler runs to get you a coffee and insists on covering the bill. You aren’t as good as him at hiding your satisfied smile at how taken he looks. But Tyler is oblivious enough to take it for a besotted look. “Maybe the Hyde has a new master.”

“And good riddance to the old one!” You say, under your breath, and go help Tyler with the drinks. You reward his efforts with a kiss to his cheek.

Slowly, you start spending more time together. This fantasy you are both living in, it’s fun. You like the way he looks at you, the way he presses kisses to your cheeks or puts your hands on the sleeves of his sweater when you are cold. It feels like some old romance movie, and Tyler swears he is the one doing all the wooing, he is the Danny to your Sandy. He doesn’t realize you have him right where you want him.

People talk. Of course, they do. When you first start to drift closer and closer, the whispers are mostly like Enid’s. Concerned. You are such a quiet little thing, shy, friendless, new. Is he taking advantage? Tyler wonders so himself, beating himself over the fact he enjoys this manipulation, how he doesn’t regret it. After all, he can play the good guy like no one else, with the “Aw, shucks” routine and the shy smiles, the charming whispers in your ears. Fooling you is easy, or so he thinks because you are a romantic at heart, like every girl. Who doesn’t like the bad boy who is willing to be good just for you?

Sure, maybe he didn’t fool Wednesday Addams, but he can have you. You lack her suspicious nature, you are warm and trust too easily. You wouldn’t try to even lift a taser. That tiny pair of hands, the delicate wrists? He can tell you have never thrown a punch in your life, nor done any heavy lifting. No, you weren’t at all like Wednesday.

You are on your knees, painting tiny flowers on the art project you both are working on. This time, you didn’t even have to ask, it was given you were doing it together. Your tongue pokes between your teeth in concentration, hands stained with paint. Tyler watches, mesmerized by how you look on your knees.

“Fucking hair…” You say, pushing back a strand with your wrist.

“Quite a mouth on you, sweetheart.” But he crawls towards you, and grabs your hair in a loose ponytail. Your breath hitches, barely, but Tyler hears anyway. His senses, the Hyde, are so finely tuned to you, it’s scary. Even the smallest changes don't go unnoticed.

He can’t help but test this newfound power of his, pushing, always pushing. He tugs a little harsher at your hair, and your head follows the movement, neck extended in a tantalizing curve, and he wants to bite you so bad… His eyes track the way your glossy lips part, almost into a groan, but even if your body is tense as a bow, you don’t pull away.

“What are you doing?” You ask, slightly out of breath.

“Fixing this.” He comments, and your eyes flutter closed. You like having your hair played with, he has noticed. Tyler wonders what kind of sound he could pull from your lips if he was actually trying. The thought is too much, and so, he gets up, and walks towards your vanity. He needs to clear his head. This feeling of spiraling, of losing control, this Tyler doesn’t like. “Where are your hair ties?”

He tells himself not to worry. Maybe he is actually falling in love with you, but you are right there with him too. Perhaps Tyler fell first, but you are falling harder. He can tell. It’s all in the way you blush when his thumb brushes your cheekbone, how you sigh when he hugs you, hands going lower and lower each time. There is no resistance, you are surrendering.

You weren’t fooling Wednesday Addams, either, obviously. When the whispers go from concerned to admirative, the rest of the school seeing how good Tyler was for you and how you have changed him for the better, she glares. Wednesday can tell you are manipulating Tyler right back. Possibly, so does the rest of Nevermore because it’s obvious to everyone with eyes he worships the ground you walk on. So, what if the guy is an asshole? He is head over heels for you. Tyler doesn’t really care, too busy simpering for your attention. You have become his whole world. You don’t ask, but you know, you know, he would kill for you.

It’s almost like you are already dating, really. Every free moment is spent with each other, you are in his clothes more often than not. It's such a fun game, you can’t help but be charmed. Your legs tangle together, hands grasping at each other desperately, but you know, you know he won’t kiss you. Not yet. You realize this early on.

This time, you are sitting on the dock, bare feet submerged in the water. You are wearing a nice lip tint, that makes your lips pop just so. You had decided today was the day you got him to kiss you, it's the next step in this play of yours. There is something about him that makes you want to own him, even if everyone in this school knows he is your boy. It’s not enough. You want him completely, eyes only in you.

“I think… If my mother hadn’t died, I would have still… You know.” He doesn’t meet your eyes at that confession. You frown, you don’t like him sad. He is not fun that way. If he will be broken, you will be the one to do it, not some stupid redheaded woman with a vendetta and a town full of hypocrites.

You take his hand, squeezing encouragingly. You like him sharing secrets, all shy and sheepish.

“I don’t believe in destiny. But some things… I sometimes wonder if they are fixed points in time, things that need to happen.” You answer, carefully eyeing his reaction. Tyler remains calm, one of his hands coming to your jaw, tilting your face up, so the moonlight illuminates your features.

Tyler can smell fear. The Hyde can, he enjoys it, revels in it. There is none coming from you at his confession, and it makes him feel better. Currently, he has the upper hand. Now he knows if he were to kill again, you would cover up for him without being asked. You would do anything for him.

So, he thinks he is manipulating you. It’s cute, in a way. You would have stayed without it, just for him, but this makes it way more interesting, raising the stakes in a way that has your blood pumping in all sorts of good ways. Tyler himself is awfully cute and smart, and you like the way he is playing along with this cat and mouse game of yours. But you know, you have to be the one to kiss him. He needs to feel more in control, and so, you are willing to accept losing this battle, in exchange for winning the war. And so, you plan it the perfect way of showing everyone he is yours.

You wait for a cloudy day, at lunchtime. You have dressed lightly, on purpose.

“I’m cold.” You complain, tugging your sleeves over your hands. It’s a familiar routine, you have it practically rehearsed. Any moment now, he is going to offer you either a hug or his jacket.

“Why do you always forget to wear a jacket, sweetheart? At this point, I think I’m doing more bad than good, spoiling you…” Tyler complains, but as always, he takes his jacket off, placing it over your shoulders.

“But you like spoiling me.” You pout to him, ignoring the disbelieving look the whole quad is giving you. No one gets away with giving Tyler attitude, hell, no one gets away with talking to Tyler except you.

“Or you just like wearing my jackets.” He teases, hoping to make you blush. You do because he is good at it, and pairs the remark with a genial chuck under your chin. You might be the one in control, but you are weak for this boy.

“Or… I just like you.” You say, looking at him from beneath your lashes. Tyler mouths open and closes in surprise, the faintest trace of pink appearing on his cheeks. Before he can retaliate, you press a chaste kiss to his lips and sprint away.

Tyler laughs, loud and sweet, and gives chase. He is much like a golden retriever, always willing to run you down. You shouldn’t find it endearing, but you do. He thinks he is this sort of big predator, a wolf, but he has fallen for the trap of domesticity. Tyler finally caughts up with you near the dorms, pining you to the wall and peppering your face with kisses. You laugh, then, with genuine excitement. You wonder if you too are falling for the trap of domesticity.

So, you are a thing now. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Things… Things don’t change much, there is more kissing and touching, but Tyler doesn’t press you to make things more intimate. He genuinely cares about you, and you don’t know what to make of it. You care about him too, you might be falling for him.This is a time bomb, not a relationship. And you know it is going to explode in the most delicious way.

It all comes to a head when you start having sex. This is nice, you guess. Tyler is careful, but you know he wants to do more than just fuck you slowly and lovingly into the mattress. The hunger in his eyes mirrors yours. He fucks you well, but it’s lacking. It’s like something you would do to like, the wife you don’t love after thirty years of marriage. It lacks passion. This isn’t what you two are.

“Okay.” You say, the next time he thrusts into you, whole body tense and not from pleasure but from containing himself. You can tell, by the way his jaw ticks, how his eyes darken when he looks at you. He wants to ruin you, but he doesn’t think he is allowed. “Tyler, babe, this is not working.”

He freezes, pulling away from you and plopping down on the bed.

“Are you okay? What do you mean?” Tyler is genuinely concerned. You don’t know if you were that good at wrapping him around your little finger, or he is in love with you for you. You don’t care. Second guessing is half the fun. Besides, he is yours either way, either by force or out of his own free will.

“I mean that I need you to throw me around a little, choke me if you can.” At that, Tyler makes a face, mouth dropping open a little in an expression that is of real surprise. He seats on the bed, next to you. You don’t bother covering your nudity, or even closing your legs. If things go your way, and they will because you have worked hard at this, it’s nothing but a brief pause.

“I don’t understand.” He states, looking at you with eyes so big it’s almost funny.

“Oh, don’t play coy now.” You take one of his hands and press it against your throat. It fits you perfectly, like a beloved collar. His fingers tense up on instinct, bruising you in the most wonderful way. “I know you want to.” You singsong. Tyler stares, and dumbly comes to stand back between your legs.“What, you really thought I was going to buy your act?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Tyler deflects, but his face tells another story. There is hunger there, some fear too, but also delight. Almost like he wanted to be caught.

“This is getting old really fast, Ty. Look, let’s get this over with. You tried to manipulate me. I manipulated you. None of it was real, or maybe it was the most elaborate courting ritual ever. Whatever. Now, will you fuck me like you mean it, or are you going to keep pretending to be something you aren’t?” His face goes from surprised, to doubtful and then anger. It seems like he doesn’t like the idea of being manipulated, like it’s only okay when he does it. Tyler was still angling for the upper hand, even if you discovered him. Oh, he is perfect. Perfect for you.

“So you aren’t as innocent as I thought.” Tyler thrusts back in, with a smooth flex and roll of his hips. It’s not soft, nor considerate. Your mouth falls open at the stretch, even wet as you are, the intrusion is sudden, and it stings a little. This time he isn’t pulling any punches. No. He grabs you by the jaw, forcing your lips to pucker together and making you look like a fish. His grip is bruising. “Answer me.”

“What do you want me to say?” You can barely ask. Finally, you think, this is more like it. He thrusts harder into you, making you whimper.

“You are a real bitch, did you know?” Tyler noses at your jaw, licks a line to your earlobe. You give a little, desperate pant. It’s animalistic, this thing of yours.

“Well, I don’t see you complaining.” You laugh, clenching around him. Tyler bites at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hard enough to make you gasp. You start to think maybe you bit more than you can chew with him, hips snapping harshly against yours. You try to pull away, and he grabs your wrists, forces your legs more open.

“Don’t you see?” He asks, pinching at your nipple until you cry out and kick half-heartedly at him, back arching, brain so fuzzy you don’t know if you want to pull away from his touch or pull closer, closer, until you merge into one person. “Love is like this, for people like us.”

The admission is sweet, so sweet, you never want this to end. You muster your strength and buck up against him, turning you, so you are the one who is on top. He is going to give you hell after, but you don’t care. He is finally yours. Completely.

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Hello,

I was wondering if it were possible to write a Tyler galpin x reader smut where he is like basically feral and running on pure instinct? I'm a big fan of your writing and it would much appreciated 👍

Thank you~~~~

pairing: Dom!Tyler Galpin x Sub!Fem!reader summary:Tyler teaches you a lesson after you messed up Warnings: not exactly con, face fucking, shit ton of degrading, MeanasfuckDom!Tyler, unprotected penetrative sex, choking and slapping a/n: This is a lot, I'm serious, so please don't read it if you are impressionable or in any way triggered by any of the warnings. That said, I wrote this while writing an essay about a saint, so yeah, that was an experience.

You’ve gotta learn

"I'm sorry" you said, for the thousand time since you had entered the room. His room, his blue-walled room, filled with posters and CDs. A normal teenager's room, where one should do their homework and dream of the future. But that was before, before Marilyn Thornhill, before the hyde, before he had killed and killed countless innocent souls. Now it was a facade, a distant reminder of what it could have been, of what he could have been. “I’m really sorry Tyler” your eyes were starting to wet, pathetic useless tears were threatening to spill out of them “ I fucked up” “Fuck if you did” he said harshly “you had one job and you still managed to fuck it up” he yelled “I swear to god if I get caught because of you “ his index finger pointed threateningly at you “I don’t even fucking know “ he exhaled, dropping his hands by his side. “I’m sorry” you mumbled as a tear streamed down your face. “Are you serious?” He stepped towards you “Are you fucking crying?” You gulped. He was scary when he was mad. You had seen it before, since you began helping him you had uncovered shades of him that you had never met. Things he hid from the word, moments of rage, of anger so powerful you had found yourself fearing for your life. Wondering if you were gonna get out alive, or if his feral eyes were gonna be the last thing you ever saw. And now there it was again, the Tyler nobody knew, the real one, towering over you. “I’m so-“ a sob interrupted your words. “Oh stop” he said annoyed, “ you think your apologies will change something?” he hissed and you looked at your shoes, not able to bear his gaze anymore “huh?” He tilted his head to meet your eyes “answer me” “N-no. You’re right” you sobbed now, not in control of your emotions. "Stop " he gritted "Or I'll give you something to fucking cry about" he gripped your face "and I won't stop even when you beg" he inhaled your scent "not until you'll have no more tears left " You looked at him apologetically “I-I” “Choose your words wisely y/n” his low voice seemed calmer now, but you knew he wasn’t. That was the tone he used when he knew what he wanted, and was determined to get it. And you knew what he wanted. “I’m sorry” another tear wet your face. He smirked, because he knew, because you had done just what he wanted you to. “Get on your knees” You looked at him, fear very clear in your irides. The last time this happened you ended up having to hide bruises all over your body. “Tyler-“ “Get on your knees y/n, and open your mouth” You did. “Maybe this way you’ll learn to shut up” He unzipped his pants and they pooled at his feet with his boxers. His cock sprained right in front of you. Staring at you threateningly. “Stick your tongue out” he ordered, as he gathered your hair in his fist. You obeyed again, and he pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him, before he slowly pushed his dick into your mouth. You gagged once his tip hit the back of your throat, and he groaned, not stopping but pushing himself even deeper. More tears pooled in your eyes. “What, you don’t have anything to say anymore?” He retracted his hips and thrust hard back into your mouth “No more pathetic apologies?” He did it again, his grip on your hair getting stronger. He chuckled “ it’s hard to do that with my dick in your mouth” Your bare knees were hurting, bent against the cold tiles. He pushed himself into you again “isn’t it?” He humiliated you, as he started going faster, strings of saliva falling and sticking all over your chin. "Isn't it?" he asked again, yanking your head back. He wanted you to answer. As if the mascara down your face and your knees on the floor weren't enough. You nodded, humming in agreement around his cock. He chuckled "such a fucking slut" before resuming his rhythm. "you just have to be told everything" he kept going " so fucking pathetic" "i have to do this you see?" he growled "or else you're never gonna fucking learn" "you understand?" he asked, choking you on his dick, like you could have answered. you stared at him, your eyes red from the tears and your face wet from both them and your own spit. you had never felt so impotent in your life, completely at the mercy of someone else, not strong enough to fight back, but most importantly, most scarily, too in love to even try. Because that was the truth. You loved him, you loved him more than you loved yourself, more than your own life. He was a monster, a killer, a criminal, and yet he protected you, he held you and he was there, he was always there for you. So even at times like this, even when you knew something wrong was happening you couldn't help but think it was for him. You were helping him, just like he had helped you times and times before. And yes, of course, the modality was really diffrent, but the outcome was the same. What were a couple bruises compared to his face afterward? Compared to all he had done for you? And so you nodded, granting him what he wanted, what he needed. "tell me what you understood" he ordered, removing his cock from your mouth. You coughed softly "Y-you are doing it for m-me" you answered stuttering "Why?" he pushed himself into your mouth again, taking you by surprise. More tears traveled to your chin before he took it out. "T-to make me l-learn" "That's right" he said, bending down to you "don't you think you should thank me?" You swallowed nervously "t-thank you" you bit your lip "thank you Tyler" you whispered almost inaudibly. "What's this?" he asked angrily, grabbing your face "I want you to properly thank me" Your eyes widened, part of you thought he was gonna be more clement this time, but turns out you were wrong. "Quickly before I make you" he said, calmly threatening you. "O-ok" Your trembling hands went to unbutton your shirt and as you started his cold voice interrupted you "faster" he ordered impatiently, and so you did, unbuttoning everything before you took the garment off. His eyes fell to your breasts, covered only by a black lacey bra. "take it off" he growled You did, freezing a moment to let him take in all of you. Then you got up, stumbling a bit, but succeeding nonetheless, and you looked at him in the eyes, like you knew he wanted, and also to spot any signs of a mistake, as you unzipped your skirt, and pulled it down, stepping out of it. once his expression didn't change, anger mixed with hunger always predominant in his eyes, you kept going, pulling your panties down too. you stopped now. "what are you waiting for?" you looked behind you at the bed and then back at him. There was no getting out of it. you were gonna do it for him your heart started racing as you sat down on the bed, glancing at him one last time before laying down. You slowly bent your knees and then spread your legs. He appeared next to you and you watched as he got on the bed, slowly getting on top of you. He gripped your face, your cheeks squeezed between his hand as he scrutinized you, every single inch of your face "You're gonna be good?" he said "Mh?" "Y-yes" "good" he let you go, his hand going to his cock to position it at your entrance, while his other one slid up your chest all the way to your neck. He gripped it, and you whimpered. Turtleneck it was. "shh" he shushed you, as he entered you slowly, a pace you knew was gonna be forgotten in about a second. "Shut up" his grip got tighter "You've gotta learn" He looked at you, a faint smirk ghosting over his face. "don't you?" He didn't give you time to agree with him as he thrust out and in you again strongly, your whole body bouncing back against the headboard. Fuck that hurt. You gasped and he didn't even acknowledge you as he did it again, and then again, and again. "so fucking stupid" his dick was pounding into you relentlessly, not an ounce of mercy in his thrusts "need to be told everything" his grip was getting tighter again "need to be taught everything" it was getting hard to breathe "need to have my dick in your mouth" he bent down closer to you, his words firing at your face "in your pussy" you were trying to gasp for air as your vision went blurry "to learn when to shut up" "T-Tyl-" you tried speaking "You said you'd be good y/n" "I can't- I can't breath-" "I know" he said coldly, and your heart dropped. maybe this was really gonna be it. "pl-please" you begged, a tear streaming down your face. "fuck you're pathetic" he kept his hand where it was, his thrusts getting harder "such a cry baby" he kept going, your head hitting the wooden headboard again " I liked you better when you couldn't talk" Black dots soiled your sight. "Tyle-" you tried again, but one of his hands came down your cheek, slapping you, your head swang to the side. Your mouth widened, but no sounds came out. "shut the fuck up" he grunted "I'm almost done" There was blood on your lips. He was still going, his grip on your neck always the same, just like his pace, and you were bleeding, trying to get some air in your lungs. This was Tyler, And this was you. "fuck you feel good" he groaned, his grip unintentionally loosening as his thrust got sloppier "Such a slut" His cock twitched inside you "such a fucking slut" he came, groaning loudly. You looked at him, your eyes empty, tired, looking for something, even an ounce of emotion, any at all to go on off, and he looked away, pulling out of you.

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