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trippy-thot · 2 years ago

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No More (Xavier Thorpe)

TW: Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Dub/Non-Con, Cheater!Xavier, Creampie, Dacryphilia

A/N: idk how I feel ab this, like my writing wasn’t the best

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You don’t know how you ended up here. In this position to be exact. All you wanted to do tonight was to watch the new Scream movie with your best friend.

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“Xay! Open up.” Your knocks onto the dorm room door we’re in intervals of 3. It was cold and you’d been out here for a solid 2 minutes waiting for him to open the door. Just as you were about to call it a night and go back to your hall, the door opened revealing your best friend.

God, he was hot. There was no denying that Xavier Thorpe was sculpted by the gods themselves. How could he not be? With his chiseled jaw and toned body. His perfect 6-pack that led into an even better v-line. And his hands. His large, veiny hands. Hands that would fit ever so nicely around your-

“Hey? Eyes up here.” He snapped his fingers, forcing your attention up from his towel wrapped waist to his eyes. The blush that crept across your face couldn’t be helped. Clearing your throat, you pushed him out of the way and walked over to his bed. The door shut and you could’ve sworn you heard the lock click as you grabbed everything out of your bag. His footsteps echoed through the small room and into the bathroom, no doubt putting clothes on.

A small part of you wanted him to stay the way he was. There was no harm in looking at him as long as you didn’t do anything, right? I mean c’mon, who were you to destroy his relationship? Especially if it was with Bianca. Not only was she the queen-bee of Nevermore, but also your friend. Maybe it was for the best that he put clothes on. It helped to suppress all the feelings you had for him. And the thoughts.

After setting out the few snacks and getting the movie loaded, you patiently waited for him to come out of the bathroom. But as per usual, he took his sweet time. God forbid you had to be back in your own dorm by 10. Everything had to revolve on Xavier’s time. With another shiver running down your spine, you decided to take this opportunity to put on some extra clothes. You only had yourself to blame for wearing some pajama shorts and a shirt. Looking around you didn’t want to go through all of his clothes in the closet so instead you settled for the hoodie on his stool.

His scent filled your lungs as you put it over your head. Something along the lines of mint and fresh laundry. A smile plastered your face as you did, the fabric making you feel warm instantly. Xavier was still in the bathroom so you took initiative (Again), to look through some of his artwork. Roaming his sketchbook, you flipped to the back part since you’d been familiar with his previous pieces. Drawings of the lake, quad, and friends were on each page. But the very last one caught your attention. It was of you. Not just of you smiling and laughing. No. The drawing was of you sprawled out on his bed, completely naked. Tears streamed down your face as your hands pushed up. “You ready to start the movie?”

The voice of your friend caught you off guard, making you slam the book on the table. There were no words to say to him. You didn’t know what you could say. So with a nod, you got up and sat on his bed. He did the same, but it was a bit awkward. The twin size bed was barely big enough for Xavier’s 6’2 self so what makes you think the both of you would fit? Apparently he was thinking the same thing. Without warning he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, placing you in between his legs. The brief silence was cut short when you began the movie. Even after it started his hands didn’t leave you. Barley 15 minuets into the movie and you could even pay attention. Not with the way his chest was against your back. His hands affectionately rubbing circles into your sides. Especially not with the way his chin rested on your shoulder, his breath grazing your ear.

You were turned on to say the least. It made you feel like shit though. Knowing that it should be Bianca in your place. All you and Xavier are, are best friends! So why was he being so handsy with you? And why weren’t you doing anything about it?

“Is this the hoodie that was on my stool?” Your thoughts were interrupted at the sounds of his voice. Again, you only nodded; Trying your best to focus on the movie and not the way he seemingly pushed himself closer to you. “Is there something wrong? Why aren’t you talking?” His tone became more stern, demanding almost. Shaking your head no, you turned the movie up on the computer. Xavier didn’t like that answer. Hence the way he forcefully gripped your chin to make you face him. Panic arose in you as he did. He was going to ask about the drawing. Ask you what you saw and what you looked at. Then he’d kick you out or something worse. He took notice of your facial expression, his own softening. “Aw, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry. I just want to hear your pretty voice.” A thumb ran across your cheek as he smiled. It was hard to stay scared at such a beautiful face. Finding yourself melting into his touch and his voice you finally spoke. “I was just cold. But I didn’t want to go through your closet.” He smiled again and leaned closer to you. “So you went through my sketchbook instead?” Face dropping, your eyes winded. Any hopes of him not asking? Vanished.

“No?” Rolling his eyes, he looked from you to the desk. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you go through it. The way you smiled while you flipped through the pages of the lake. How impressed you were with the one of the quad. And the way your legs closed, mouth parting when you got to the last page. You know, the one of you on my bed? Where you’re crying oh so prettily for me?” Flabbergasted didn’t even begin to describe how you felt. Babbles of you denying it and trying to make an excuse didn’t phase him. He knew that you saw. And based on the way you were avoiding eye contact, your cheeks getting flushed now, proved that to him. After a few more seconds he got tired of your excuses and decided to shut you up with a kiss.

A harsh one. His lips met yours, hungrily biting at them. It took you by surprise, making you gasp. This gave him an opening to shove his tongue into your mouth. As he attempted to explore, you shook your head, trying to stop him. Of course it didn’t work. I mean, seriously. Where’d you get the idea you could ever overpower him? With your weak self, smaller than him. Hands gripped your hips harshly, making you yelp. Finally he removed his mouth from yours, reaching over to move the laptop off the bed. In one swift motion he had you flipped onto your back, his large body hovering over yours. The fear in your eyes, trying to hide the desperation made him feral. Xavier pulled off your shorts, then his hoodie along with your shirt, leaving you only in your panties. He ogled your chest with his eyes before leaning down and sucking harshly on your boobs. His left hand gripped your waist tightly to sure you wouldn’t get up while the other groped your right boob. Eventually he switched, not carrying about your kicking or thrashing of your arms. When he finished your nipples were swollen and perky.

Eyes meeting, he felt his boner grow at the sight. It was just like his drawing. Your red and teary eyed orbs sulking at him. Hands pushed onto his chest trying so desperately to get him off of you. He wouldn’t stop for your tears. If anything he wanted to provoke more out of you. Tearing his shirt off he watched your crying stop briefly. Very briefly to look down his front. He knew that was your favorite part of him. His abdomen in specifics. Your crying resumed when he took off his sweats and boxers as well. Sure, you had thought about this many many times. But you didn’t want it to happen this way! Not when he was with Bianca, and not against your will! Yet the prodding thought in the back of your mind made you think otherwise. Still holding both of your wrist in one hand, he dipped down in between your legs. Screaming ‘No’s’ and ‘Stops’, as he pushed your panties to the side only made him more excited.

He licked his lips, eyeing your glistening pussy. Your own wetness already coating your outside. “You’re already so wet for me, love. Don’t tell me this is…turning you on?” Shaking your head, you tried so hard to protest but the second one of his fingers entered you? It was all over. His long and slender digit curling inside you made you buckle your hips into him, the faintest moan leaving your lips. Xavier of course took notice of this and looked back up at you with a shit eating grin. “You like that?” No response. He did get one when he pulled his finger out only to put a total of 3 in you. A loud moan escaped you, making him chuckle. The way he circled and explored you with only his fingers made you feel crazy. Even crazier when he picked up the pace.. “It’s ok. Make as much noise as you want. I know you’re enjoying it.”

“But w-what about Bianca?” Those 4 words made him stop entirely; Pulling his fingers out of you all together with a wet ‘Pop’. Your panties were taken off you all together as you watched him move up you again. His nose scrunched as he aligned himself with your entrance. You really shouldn’t have looked down. A gasp left you as you eyed his cock. It was a good 8 inches, maybe more. Decent in girth but extremely long. There was no warning, no words, nothing, before Xavier shoved himself into you fully. A cry of bloody murder left you as he did. He decided to shut you up with another kiss. This time it was less forceful and even passionate? There was no time for you to adjust before he bottomed out inside. Hands clawing at his chest he did nothing. Right as he began to thrust into you, you made another mistake of looking down.

You could see the outline of him inside you, his top prodding below your belly button. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. Feeling you tighten around him, he looked down to meet your gaze. Eyes widening as well, he moved a hand down to your stomach and pressed on you. The moan you let out was by far his new favorite sound. That was all the confirmation he needed to continue. Head dipping into your neck, he pulled out fully only to shove himself back in.

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The chorus of both your moans and skin slapping echoed throughout his dorm room, maybe even the halls. By now you’d cried more tears than you could count but that didn’t stop Xavier from licking them right off your face. The coil in your stomach was bound to snap for the 3rd time soon. It was a bit baffling that Xavier still hadn’t finished. No doubt he was close. Your neck and collarbone were now covered in purple and blue. There was barley enough energy left in you to speak. Again, only whimpers and the occasional moan of his name left you. On the verge of passing out, all your senses came back when there was a knock at the door. Xavier stopped for a brief moment, still inside you. Silence. Then the door handle jiggled.

“Xavi? Why’s your door locked?” A gasp left you at the sound of Bianca’s voice. Hands pushing at his chest again, he grabbed them and pinned both above your head. “No reason! Just b-busy right now.” He replied. You knew it was wrong. Of course it was. But the slightest part of you wanted the door to unlock and her to come in and see. Having no idea what overcame you, your hips pushed down against him in a way to ask for him to keep going. It caught him off guard, making a groan slip out. “Xavier?” Her voice rang out again. He turned back with a smirk before pounding into you again. This time hard enough to make the bed hit the wall. “Have you seen (Y/n)? She isn’t answering her phone.” Moaning as he bit your shoulder again he replied. “No, I haven’t. Maybe check her dorm?” “Are you ok? You sound tired. And what’s that noise?”

“Nothing! Just go! I’m really busy right now.” He snapped. The second he did her footsteps echoed through the hall. Turning back to him, his grip on your hands tightened. “We should s-stop now.” Xavier laughed at your statement. “Now you say that? Not at the beginning?” A halfway deadpan was on your face. Did he not remember you begging for him to stop? (Not like he would’ve anyways). His thrusts became harsher and more erratic. “You’re gripping me so tightly-Even if I wanted to pull out, I couldn’t. But I don’t think you want me to.”

He was right. You didn’t want him to. If he could stay in your like this for forever? You’d let him. But you’d never admit that. “Y’know, every time I fucked Bianca, I imagined you.” He smiled and kissed you again. “I thought about you crying and moaning my name. I thought about you begging for more and cumming around my cock. I wanted it to be you that I came inside.” You felt him twitch inside, your vision beginning to blur. “You like the sound of that?” No thought went through your mind as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer. Chuckling he moved your hair out of your face. “I think you do. I bet you’d like it if I came inside, filled you up.” More babbling of his name left you. All it took was a meek ‘Please’ from you for him to finish.

He pushed inside you as far as he could, hot cum spurting deep into you. A large groan of your name left his lips, his face full of pleasure. The last thing you saw before everything went black was Xavier fingering his cum back into your weak body.

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delicateflowerss · 2 years ago

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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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cherie-soup · 2 months ago

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nevermore characters as flowers!! pt. 1?

i'm afraid there is nothing to have prompted this, i simply needed to get it out into the void

Lenore

Asphodel: my regrets follow you to the grave

These flowers are said to be in the underworld, brought to light by Homer's Odyssey; there is a field dubbed the Meadow of Asphodels where neither good nor bad souls resided and grieved, as a sort of purgatory. I associate this one with her since she was so guilty after Theo's death :)

2. Camellia: Longing for you

The association with pining and camellias comes from an 1800's novel, 'La dame aux camélias', which tells the story of a young noble and a courtesan falling hopelessly in love; however the courtesan's father pulls strings to make it seem she had pursued another man, while the noble thought she had committed suicide. This one is rather wraven coded to me, due to their fathers meddling (albeit unintentionally) in their relationship; also Annabel just reminds me of a camellia looks wise :)

3. Dogwood: Our love will overcome adversity

The flowers of this plant are dainty and light, though the trunk and branches are sturdy; showing that one's love would endure any amount of trial or hardship. I'd like to think if Annabel Lee and Lenore did have a wedding, they'd have this as decorations!!

honorable mentions include honeysuckle for devotion, hellebore for 'we will get over this scandal', edelweiss for courage, and oak for bravery.

if people like this i'll add onto it but for now i just needed to get this out </3

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #nevermore #lenore nevermore #nevermore lenore #lenore vandernacht

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toournextadventure · 2 years ago

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everyone but her pt.12

Summary: In an attempt to stop you from being alone during spring break, Wednesday invites you to the Addams Mansion for the week. Her parents take a liking to you, grandmama turns you into an accomplice, Pugsley steals your attention, and you're constantly trying to fight Lurch. A typical week for the Addams family.

Word Count: 5.9k Warnings: swearing, injury mention, threats of violence, sword fights, mentions of trauma and abuse, anxious habits Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Everyone But Her Masterlist) Taglist: @extinctspino @basichextechml @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @jinxscatbomb @awolfcsworld @n0p35 @suzhiman @gengen64 @eclipsesmoonshine14 @asters-abditory @alexkolax @thenextdawn-backup @cacciatricediartemide @cozwaenot @the-night-owl-blr @natashasapphic @parkersmyth @alilbitlesbian @irish-piece-of-trash @rainbow-love4ever

You sat too far away for Wednesday’s liking. Instead of sitting at the table with her, Enid, Yoko, and Divina, you were now sitting across the quad with Ajax. She could hear the echo of your laughter, but the spot beside her was cold. It was off putting to not be able to feel your pinky linked with hers. You were turning her soft, but at the moment, she didn’t really care.

“What are your plans for spring break, Wednesday?” At the mention of her name, her eyes snapped back to Yoko who was looking far too smug about something.

“I will be heading home,” Wednesday answered. Her scowl only grew when she heard you laugh yet again. What could be so funny?

“You should invite her.” She followed the direction of Enid’s gaze to where you were now sitting on top of the table. “She’s not going anywhere.”

Wednesday watched your interactions with everyone around you. There was a nonchalance that radiated off of you, something inviting and disarming. Maybe it was your smile that she was becoming more drawn to with each passing day, or how easy it was to just be in your presence.

But she could see something darker. She could see the slight slump of your shoulders or the occasional shake of your hands. The finger splints were finally gone but you still had a bit of gauze wrapped around your knuckles. Yes, you were easy to be around, but did none of them see the pain behind your eyes?

With a sigh, she realised Enid was right. She should ask you to go with her for spring break. It was far too soon after what Enid had officially dubbed your “Mayweather breakdown” (whatever that meant) and even though she hadn’t spent much time with you after that, she knew you shouldn’t be alone. You had been left alone for only moments and had done that much damage; Wednesday could be forgiven for not trusting you.

She ignored the smiles on the three girls’ faces when she stood up and made her way over to you. Everyone paused their conversation only for a second before continuing, giving you space to focus on Wednesday. An unusual reaction from them, but she supposed she would keep her mouth shut this time. From your spot on the table you towered over everyone even more than normal.

“You’re staying here over break,” she said simply. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug. “The kids aren’t out for a few more weeks so there’s no point in going home.”

“Come back with me.” She shouldn’t have blurted it out the way she did, but there was no other option. If she didn’t ask now, she was going to talk herself out of it.

“Yeah, sure,” you said around a humourless chuckle.

Your head turned back to everyone else at the table, but Wednesday didn't move. It was dismissive and, quite frankly, beneath you, but she would keep her mouth shut for the moment. She just stood there and looked at you until eventually, finally you turned back around. Your brows furrowed in disbelief and your head tilted slight. It almost made Wednesday smile.

"Wait, really?"

—---

With the way you and Wednesday were sitting on complete opposite sides of the car, Morticia would have thought you hated each other. You had seemed hesitant enough before leaving Nevermore, but now you seemed curled in on yourself with your seatbelt fastened tight. She had tried to tell you it wasn’t necessary, but you gave her such a look of panic and terror that she held her tongue and simply helped you find the dusty, stiff buckle.

She and Gomez sat opposite you and Wednesday, and the difference was like night and day. While she and Gomez were sitting as close as possible with as much physical contact as they could manage to get, Wednesday was practically pushing herself against the door. Every now and then you would look at her out of the corner of your eyes, give a strained smile, and look back down at your hands that were now holding a deathgrip on the seatbelt.

“Darling,” Morticia said softly. She waited for you to look up and realise yes, she was talking to you. “Are your parents alright with you staying with us for the week?”

“Oh,” you sat up a little straighter. “Yeah, they’re cool. They actually want to send you something as thanks.”

“That’s not necessary, little bird,” Gomez said. The blush on your cheeks (and surprisingly Wednesday’s) at the pet name was telling and Morticia had to stop a smile.

“They insist,” you shrug. “It’s their love language.”

Morticia took note of the way Wednesday sat up a little straighter, her eyes still gazing out the window as if you weren’t even in the car. It was an unusual reaction, one she only displayed when she was feeling some sort of positive emotion. A curious reaction when the cause was your words.

As the car ride continued, Morticia and Gomez kept up a conversation with you. Unlike her daughter, you were rather eager to talk. A bit too much, she would admit, but there was an excitement on your face. You weren’t rigid in your answers, rather displaying facial expressions, body movements, quite a lot of hand gestures. The gauze around your hands and a few fingers was misleading, but it didn’t seem to slow you down.

It was truly curious, Morticia thought, to see Wednesday finally look at you when you were distracted with the conversation. Only when you were distracted would she watch you, and not in her usual manner. Morticia knew her daughter, and she knew Wednesday only ever looked at people as if they were prey caught in her trap. This, surprisingly enough, was nothing like that.

Wednesday watched you talk and move and ramble with nothing less than what Morticia would describe as pure adoration. Once or twice she almost swore there was the slightest smile on Wednesday’s face when you would giggle as you talked. The only remnant of her predatory personality was the way she eyed you from top to bottom.

Oh, Morticia knew that look. She sat back in her seat and continued to watch the both of you with sheer amusement.

This was going to be an exciting week.

—---

Gomez liked you. Oh yes, he liked you a lot. He had liked you on the car ride over, and how you had somehow captured Wednesday’s attention (whether for better or worse). And the complete lack of fear or intimidation with the house (aside from how big it was) was always a good look.

But he put you to the test, and you passed with flying colours.

Like any true gentleman, he had let you get settled in your room first and let you explore the house. Wednesday, of course, had taken you on the tour and showed you all the Addams history that littered the halls. The look of awe on your face had nearly brought him to tears; it had been a long while since anyone had been amazed with the Addams family.

“How do you perform under pressure?” He asked once everyone was settling in for a quiet afternoon. You choked on your tea while Wednesday gave you the slightest look of concern.

“I-,” you cleared your throat once, “I perform just fine.”

“Is that so?” He asked with a smile that you didn’t see in time.

“Yeah, I think- shit!”

Gomez tossed the sword at you without warning. The teacup in your lap fell as you reached out, spilling tea on the rug underneath your feet. He reached for his own foil beside the chair as you fumbled, doing your best to keep the sword from hitting the floor.

“Good!” Gomez shouted as he got into his stance, eyes locked on your form as you scrambled to stand up. “Prove it!”

Wednesday just rolled her eyes and went back to her book. At least that’s what she wanted everyone else to think, but both Gomez, Morticia, and Grandmama noticed how her eyes kept flickering up to where you were standing.

He lunged right as you finally grasped the sword in your left hand. You parried at just the right moment; it was impressive. However, he had an advantage over you and used it, quickly sweeping your feet out from under you. You hit the ground with an “oof” and the clang of the sword.

“Shoddy footwork,” Gomez teased.

“Precisely what I said,” Wednesday chimed in without looking up from her book.

Gomez watched with an amused smile as you scoffed and rolled your eyes, looking in Wednesday’s direction. Were you going to say something back? A witty retort, perhaps? An expletive? He was curious, but not so curious as to stop his attack. With your head turned, he attacked again, bringing the foil down in an arc.

And just like that, you brought the sword back up to stop him.

“Splendid!” You had done precisely as he had hoped you would. “There’s hope for you yet.”

“For now,” Wednesday finished. She clearly didn’t see the frown you sent her way.

Oh yes, Gomez liked you.

—---

Before the end of the first evening, Morticia was convinced of two things: one, you were one of the most genuine souls she had ever met. Two, Wednesday was irrevocably attached to you. The first was simply an observation that she was eager to discover further.

The second. Well, that was just something she would need to continue to observe.

You were all sat at the table for dinner, and you looked thoroughly exhausted. Gomez had made it his personal goal to keep you on your toes, challenging you to duels at any point. So far, you had been successful in keeping yourself safe. There were only one or two new knicks on your arms, and one on your thigh. If Morticia had noticed the concern in Wednesday’s eyes at the knowledge, she kept it to herself.

But now you were faced with the next test of the Addams family; Grandmama’s food. Most guests would politely decline the conventionally unusual food before finding something else to eat. And for a moment, Morticia was worried you would be the same when you looked cautiously at the plate set in front of you. You looked down and tilted your head slightly.

“Have you never had-”

“-Don’t tell me!” You interrupted, immediately shrinking back down into your seat when everyone got quiet.

“Are you sure?” Pugsley asked. “It’s… different.”

“My family has a rule,” you said quietly, “never ask what it is before trying it.” Everyone was still looking at you curiously, waiting for you to continue. “It stops us from convincing ourselves it’s bad.”

And as everyone waited with bated breath as you tried it and gave an encouraging little nod to yourself before continuing to eat, Morticia couldn’t stop herself from smiling down at her own plate. Ah, she thought, this is what she sees in you. It was how genuine and open you were even under what most would consider to be unusual circumstances.

“Darling,” Morticia said once everyone had gathered in the common room for the evening. You looked up from your book with wide eyes and the hint of a smile. “You can remove the harness.”

Everyone paused, just for a moment, before thankfully going back to what they were doing. No one had talked about it beforehand, not officially, but Wednesday had mentioned your wings once or twice. Particularly how you kept them put away for whatever reason. The Addams house was supposed to be a welcoming place, somewhere anyone could feel at home, and Morticia was going to do her best to make sure you knew that.

“I- they’re big,” you said in a hushed voice. “They knock things over.”

“Things can be replaced,” Gomez said reassuringly.

You looked at them with uncertainty; did you not believe them? Nothing in the house was irreplaceable, even if they just had to put it back together. Your comfort, on the other hand, was top priority. With an inaudible sigh, you nodded and gave them a forced smile before looking back down at your book.

The next morning, you came downstairs with your wings tucked tight around your shoulders. Morticia and Gomez shared a secret smile at not only your newfound freedom, but also at the way Wednesday couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. Well, while you weren’t paying attention, anyway.

It certainly was going to be an exciting week.

—---

Pugsley was suspicious of you at first. Not because of anything you had said or done, but anyone that his sister was friends with was bound to be trouble in some way. You had come into their home with wrapped hands and a gentle smile, and that was weird. Your stature, your height, the wings. It was intimidating, and he could only imagine you had the potential to be just like his bullies at school.

But you were nice to him, he wouldn’t deny that. You always managed to stop Wednesday before she could have her fun and even though he missed the torture, he knew you meant well. Thankfully you didn’t stop Wednesday every time otherwise then he would have a problem.

Although at the moment, he sincerely wished you were around because Wednesday was stalking through the halls with a crossbow. He loved the attention from her but he wasn’t particularly in a “get impaled by an arrow” kind of mood at the moment. But the more he ran and hid, the more Wednesday enjoyed it. He just needed to find somewhere she couldn’t find him.

Something slammed into the doorframe beside his head when he turned a corner. He let out a scream that he quickly cut off when he saw you sitting against the wall, sword in your lap and arm outstretched. To his right, lodged deep in the wood, was a dagger.

“Dammit, Pugsley,” you whisper-shouted as you pushed yourself to your feet. Very silently, he noticed. “I could’ve killed you!”

Maybe that’s why my sister likes you, he thought but decided to keep it to himself.

“Are you hiding from dad?” He asked when he took in your stiff shoulders and frantic eyes.

“No,” you scoffed. A pause. “Yes.” Then a suspicious look at him. “Are you hiding from Wednesday?”

“No,” he said. A pause. “Yes.”

You looked him up and down for what felt like an awkwardly long period, but then a smile pulled at the corner of your lips and you laughed quietly. It was a nice sound. Pugsley usually only ever heard his dad laugh, so to hear someone else’s was kind of nice. His hand accidentally brushed your wing when you went to grab the dagger, and it shook all the way down to your spine. He heard you inhale sharply, but you quickly regained focus.

“Come on,” you said as you patted him on the shoulder. “We can hide together.”

Pugsley let you lead the way, but quickly sat down beside you with your backs against the wall. It gave the perfect position to see the door, but could still stay out of sight. His shoulder rubbed against your arm; you were awfully warm. In an anxiety-inducing silence, you both sat there and kept your eyes trained on the doorway.

You were still far too big, but something about being around you was comforting. Maybe it was the occasional ruffle of your feathers breaking the monotonous silence. Or how you towered over him, not in a domineering way, but in a protective way. Almost like you would keep him safe if it came down to it. Maybe you would. Was that what Wednesday liked about you?

“Does she scare you sometimes?” You finally asked after what was probably a solid 10 minutes of silence. “Because she absolutely scares me sometimes.”

“Wednesday?” Pugsley asked. You nodded. “No.”

“Really?” You asked and turned your head to look at him. He kept his eyes on the doorway. “Not even a little bit?”

“Addamses don’t get scared,” he answered.

“They’re never scared?” You tried to clarify. He was young, but he could tell your tone had changed.

“Nope,” he shrugged. “Never.”

You fell silent and slowly turned your head back to the doorway. What were you thinking, he wondered. It was like you weren’t convinced he wasn’t scared. And he wasn’t. Why would he be when he knew, deep down, his family would die and kill for him? Sure, Wednesday tortured him, but that was how she showed her love. And he enjoyed it, he liked making her happy. Maybe he had stretched the truth a little bit, but he knew he didn’t have to be scared.

“I’m scared of cars,” you said softly. It was an unusual statement, and he turned his head slowly to look at you. You were staring off into the distance.

“You’re scared of cars?” Pugsley asked. You nodded slowly.

“Terrified,” you said. “My uh-” you inhaled shakily, “my brother and I got in a- a pretty bad car accident a few years ago.” A sad smile pulled at your lips. “So I don’t get in cars anymore.”

“But,” Pugsley looked down at his lap. “But we picked you up in a car.”

“Yeah you did,” you said with a nervous chuckle. “You absolutely did.”

“Did that scare you?” He certainly hoped not.

“Shitless,” you replied instantly. But your smile turned less sad as you looked down at him once again. No one was watching the doorway. “But I trusted you guys and, what do you know,” you shrugged, “we made it safe and sound.”

Pugsley nodded to himself along with his thoughts , looking back down at his lap. They had scared you, but you still trusted them to keep you safe. It was how he felt with Wednesday. Sure, he had told you she didn’t scare him, but she did just a little bit. It was hard not to be scared of her when she hunted him with a crossbow or tried to electrocute him.

Could he trust you the same way? Clearly you wouldn’t hunt him for sport, it didn’t seem to be your personality. If you were anything like everyone else, you would have a normal love language. But could he trust you? Truly trust you? The wind from your ruffling feathers tickled his nose and brought a smile to his face.

Yeah, he thought. I can trust you.

“I’m scared of the football team,” Pugsley said softly. He didn’t look up, but he could feel your eyes staring into the side of his head.

“The football team?” You asked quizzically.

“Ever since Wednesday left, they started bullying me again,” he explained. Your feathers ruffled and puffed out a little. It tickled.

“All of them?” You asked through what sounded like clenched teeth.

“Mainly the quarterback and his two friends,” Pugsley said. His eyes widened when he realised what he was admitting to you. “Don’t tell Wednesday,” he whisper-shouted as he turned to look at you.

The evident anger in your eyes softened the longer you looked at him. He could see the way you were still clenching your jaw. You inhaled, held it for a few seconds, and then exhaled slowly before offering him a forced smile.

“I won’t tell,” you said. “Our secret.”

You held out a fist with your pinky sticking out. He looked at it for a moment in confusion before realising what you were doing. It was childish, he thought, but he reached out and linked his own pinky with yours. The gauze was rough against his knuckles when you squeezed once before pulling back and leaning against the wall once again.

“We should probably be brave and face them,” you said with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Pugsley agreed. “We should.”

Neither one of you moved to get up. But Pugsley felt your arm wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer, and he saw the dagger hanging from loose fingers. He was much more accustomed to physical contact, but from someone outside the Addams family? It was unusual. He liked it.

This was what his sister liked about you.

—---

Grandmama Addams was having the time of her life watching you try to navigate through life as an Addams. It had taken you only two days to learn about their food customs (you still refused to learn what it was; you said you didn’t want it to impact your opinion). On the other hand, you still weren’t entirely prepared for all of Gomez’s attempts on your life.

At least you were getting better at defending yourself.

You were still getting used to Lurch. Well, she should correct that, Lurch was still getting used to you. Grandmama was finding more than enough entertainment in watching you try again and again to fight him. You always eyed him suspiciously when he was around, analysing his every move. More than once, Wednesday had stopped you mid-swing before you could actually start a fight.

He had indulged you once in an arm wrestle.

“Oh come on,” you grunted as you stood up, pushing against his hand with both of yours. “You’ve gotta budge eventually.”

“Give it up,” Wednesday said as she watched on in utter disappointment.

“Just move,” you continued. Grandmama swore that if you continued, you would pop the blood vessel in your head. “You stubborn, pea-pickin’ bastard, just move!”

It took only a second. Lurch gave you one look before slamming his hand down, throwing you through the table as you let out a mangled scream. He stood up and dusted his suit off while Grandmama cackled and Wednesday’s face filled with fear for a fraction of a second. If Grandmama hadn’t been paying attention, she would have missed it.

“You’re an idiot,” Wednesday told you as she helped you up and started picking the splinters from your arm and neck.

“I- ouch- I could’ve beat him,” you argued, wincing with each piece Wednesday grabbed. “I want a rematch.”

“Do it again,” Wednesday said as she pulled another splinter out from the bottom of your jaw, “and I’ll stick these splinters in your eyes.”

“How endearing,” you said. She gave you her usual death glare before pulling a splinter from your neck for emphasis.

All while Grandmama watched in complete satisfaction. No one was saying anything, but everyone could see how Wednesday adored you. It was in the little things; her lingering gaze when you weren’t looking, or her hand brushing against yours if you were both sitting on the couch and reading. It was in her bringing you a cup of tea if you were focused on something and helping you keep your wings from knocking things over.

It was in the slightest blush every time you would smile at her and tell her “thank you.”

So Grandmama would admit she was a little surprised when, on the third night of break, she was heading to the kitchen (as she so often did during the Witching Hour) and heard the front door close softly. She almost ignored it; if anyone was brave enough to break into the Addams house, she would give them a fair chance. But curiosity got the better of her when she heard the footsteps echo through the parlor and into the dining room.

Slowly, she made her way into the dining room as well and watched a tall, winged, hooded being hanging a sword back on the wall. Gently, quietly, as if it was something sacred before stepping back and admiring their handiwork. They lifted a hand and pushed the hood back as they turned around, a skeleton mask covering the bottom half of their face.

And then you froze, hand still on your head, eyes wide when you realised you had been caught.

You stood there in complete silence and evident shock. While Grandmama just smiled and watched you. She wanted to see if you were going to finally say anything, try to explain what you were doing up so late. In a hooded cloak. With a sword.

“Late night?” She asked, not even bothering to hide her smile.

“I-” you yanked the mask down and let it rest around your neck, “-I can explain.”

You looked terrified; at having been caught, no doubt. What you had been doing, she didn’t need to know. You appeared to be safe (aside from the bandages from the splinters) and that was truly all that mattered. There was no need to be scared, not here. Not with her family.

She moved slowly so as not to scare you again (much like a bird, she thought) and brought her finger up to her lips. Shush, she gestured. Your brows furrowed before they slowly relaxed and your mouth fell closed. Slowly you did the same, bringing your own finger to your lips that now held a small smile.

“Tea and poker?” Grandmama asked as she brought her hand back down.

You didn’t reply, just nodded and followed after her. She sat you down at the table and tossed you the pack of cards while she made the tea. As you had previously requested, she didn’t dare tell you what was in it. When she turned around, you were shuffling the cards with pure concentration.

The black cloak and eyeshadow around your eyes made you look just like an Addams.

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An unexpected knock on the front door was a rare occurrence. Morticia went to the door and opened it, fully expecting to see some poor child who had been dared to approach. But oh, she realised her misconception when she was greeted by a policeman who looked like he was too tired to even bother with whatever he was doing.

“Good morning, Mrs. Addams,” he said, and Morticia realised it was officer Vinny. She always adored him.

“Good morning, Vinny,” she said with a polite smile. “How can I help you today?”

“Do you have a guest staying with you this week?” He asked. “Tall with black wings?”

Morticia was going to deny your presence; Vinny was a good man, but officers only darkened her doorstep when someone was in trouble. Or killed. But as soon as she opened her mouth, you stumbled down the stairs still in your pyjamas and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Wednesday was fast behind you, already dressed for the day and looking far more awake, and Pugsley was last, slightly more tired than Wednesday, but more put-together than you.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Vinny called out, and you froze, all the sleep magically disappearing from your eyes. “Where were you last night?”

There was no doubt everyone could feel the atmosphere in the room change. Wednesday’s demeanor darkened as she stared at Vinny, and you seemed to be catatonic. Your eyes went every direction, stopping on every person as if you were searching for what to say.

“What is this about, officer?” Gomez asked, cutting through the near-painful silence.

“A couple ‘a high school boys filed a report last night that some, uh,” he pulled a piece of paper out of his front pocket, “they said some “winged grim reaper” threatened them.”

“What kind of threats?” Morticia asked.

“Uh, they said, and I quote,” he looked at his page again, “if you so much as breathe in Pugsley Addams’ direction, I will rip your heart out through your throat and feed it to you on a platter.” He folded the paper and put it back in his chest pocket.

Everyone froze, only their eyes turning to look at where you were standing. You were looking up in faux thought, your face contorting as you pretended to consider the officer’s words. Wednesday, however, was looking at you as if you had hung the moon in the sky. Never in her life had Morticia seen Wednesday look so completely enamoured. If given half the chance, she probably would have no doubt her daughter would have dragged you off to her room for the rest of the day.

“Listen kid,” Vinny said when it was clear no one was going to say anything. “I just gotta know where you were last night.”

“She was with me,” Grandmama said, finally coming into the entry for the first time. She walked up and stood directly beside you; the size difference between you, Grandmama, and Wednesday was rather comical.

“All night?” Vinny asked.

“We played poker over some tea,” she said with a smile.

“You any good?” Vinny asked you after a pause; your shoulders slumped.

“Apparently not,” you grumbled, to which Grandmama cackled.

Vinny looked at each and every one of them, stopping on each person for a few seconds before moving on. Wednesday still had her eyes glued to you, her gaze softened. Pugsley was looking at you with pure admiration, a small smile on his face. Oh how Morticia loved to see his smile, it always brightened her day.

“Alright,” Vinny finally said, and everyone let out a collective sigh. “I won’t take up any more of your day.”

“Thank you, Vinny,” Morticia said. She attempted to close the door, but Vinny put his hand out and stopped her.

“Hey kid,” he called out, and you met his eyes. “Remove the eyeshadow next time.”

Your eyes went wide as Vinny bade farewell and walked off. With a gasp, you started rubbing at your eyes, pulling your hands away to show the smeared eyeshadow all over your skin. Grandmama laughed at you once again and patted you on the shoulder before walking away. Pugsley and Wednesday grabbed your hands and drug you to the kitchen to get cleaned up.

“She’s turning into one of us, cara mia,” Gomez said as he pulled Morticia into his arms. She sighed and melted into his embrace.

“It calls for a celebration,” she said with a smile. The kiss left behind her ear was confirmation enough.

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“Mr. Addams?”

At the knock on his office door, Gomez looked up from his paperwork to see you standing there awkwardly, your wings wrapped tightly around your shoulders. He set his papers down and leaned back, his eyes taking you in. What made you so sheepish at all times? It had been four days, were you still not comfortable yet?

“Come in, little bird,” he finally said, ushering for you to enter the office. You shuffled in and shut the door behind you. “What can I do for you?”

“You mentioned a ball at the end of the week,” you started. Why were you avoiding his gaze? Timid thing.

“Indeed, the Addams Family Ball. Quite the party,” he said with pride. “Lots of dancing and laughter.”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you about,” you said, finally looking up but still not meeting his eyes. “Wednesday said you and Mrs. Addams are amazing dancers and, I mean, I can’t dance to save my life, so I just-” you inhaled deeply. “I was hoping you could teach me.”

Gomez sat there and watched you as you tried to catch your breath from your rapid talking. Truly, he was honored that you would ask him to teach you. Yes, he liked to consider himself an excellent dancer, and Morticia certainly was. But Wednesday was also an exceptional dancer.

“Would you not prefer Wednesday to teach you?” He asked. The sigh you let out was comical.

“She said I’m a lost cause,” you grumbled. But your face softened as you continued, “I want to surprise her.”

Ah, there it was. The real reason you had asked for his assistance. There was an uncertainty in your stature, but Gomez knew your intent. He had seen it since you had gotten into the car at Nevermore. You were completely dedicated to Wednesday, and as he had suspected, you were willing to do anything for her.

He had figured that out when you had scared off Pugsley’s bullies.

“Morticia and I would be honoured to teach you,” Gomez finally said, taking great joy in the surprised smile you gave him.

He very quickly discovered why Wednesday had called you a lost cause.

While you had been improving greatly with your swordsmanship footwork, they were starting from ground zero with your dancing. But he and Morticia both knew better than to tease you for it; the pure frustration on your face was enough. As the song ended, you groaned and let your head fall back.

“I’m going to kill myself,” you mumbled as you brought your hands up to rub your face.

“You’re improving, darling,” Morticia said, resting her hand on your shoulder. They slumped under her touch. “Dancing takes practice.”

“I don’t have time for practice,” you sighed. “The ball is in three days.”

Morticia looked at Gomez while you wandered off in the ballroom. You let yourself fall against the wall as your wings wrapped around you. With the fluidness of a habit, your fingers started to pick at the little feathers on the bone while you looked off into the distance.

They didn’t have to say anything to know what the other was thinking. Such a gentle child, worried half to death over your ability to dance. Surely you couldn’t really think Wednesday would see you differently if you couldn’t dance. It wasn’t the end of the world, the Addams certainly set a high standard.

But it was clear you did worry about it. It hurt Gomez’s heart to see you so concerned over something he would have considered trivial. There must be something he could do to help you. Learning all the dances would be too much for three days, of course he knew that.

They shared one last look before Gomez walked over to where you were and sat down beside you. Your fingers stilled their picking for a moment before slowly falling back into your lap. Were you embarrassed about the habit? He picked up one of the small feathers you had left on the ground and rubbed it between his fingers; it was incredibly soft.

“You wish for Wednesday to like you,” Gomez said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” you said softly. Horrifically soft.

“And you wish to impress her.”

“Yes.” Just as soft.

“Because you adore her?” He asked.

“Yes,” you said, a little bolder.

“You wish to protect her?” He continued. You straightened up a bit.

“Yes,” you answered definitively.

“Because you love her?”

“Ye-” you stopped yourself before you could finish the word, eyes wide and breath caught in your throat.

But he got his answer nonetheless.

“Aha,” he exclaimed before getting to his feet. “I have a solution for our dancing problem.”

You gave him a confused look, but quickly took his hand when he stretched it toward you. As he pulled you up he noticed the slightest bald patch on the joint of your right wing. Never mind that, he thought because he had a way to help.

“It’s no use,” you said as he led you back over to Morticia. You took her hand and rested your other on her waist anyway.

“We shall teach you one dance,” Gomez said with a smile. “One dance is all you need to completely woo Wednesday.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, but you squared your shoulders and stood tall.

“Absolutely,” Gomez said as she shared a smile with Morticia.

This was going to work splendidly.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams imagine #everyone but her au

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nevermoredramaalt · 3 months ago

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Hello everyone.

I planned on only reblogging and reposting certain things on this acc but I have decided I am done only reposting and reblogging. There are many problematic people in the Nevermore fandom, including the creators (ew). And specifically I have a problem with one creator who I can for sure call out. Undead_Dolly, or known as @lenores-2nd-wife on here. She’s small but she still has people she interacts with. There are a lot of things she has done and that includes being an ass to discord members in her server, and most importantly groomed one of her members who was 15. (I’m sure RnF would love her). She also allegedly said slurs against poc in private dms, but the minor no longer has the screenshots so take that with a grain of salt.

To start I will address the grooming as that's the bigger issue at hand. There are many conversations that just prove this, but I will show only a few to save time and energy. Besides these few should show just how much of a freak she is:

Tw for sexual stuff ahead;

(Sharing links to her smut….)

(Her tagging the victim to show them more smut...)

She is obviously being sexual in her conversations, and directly pinging the minor she is grooming when sharing her explicit ideas. She even makes sexual ideas about the minor’s OCs. If you need more explanation than that I don’t think you understand the severity of this. I’ve included all the short one offs she’s made for the minor, and I have screenshots. There’s a google doc at the end containing the ones the minor was able to get a hold of.

If you want more screenshots of her behavior let me know in my question box and I’ll post more as this shitstain has had tons of conversations with the victim. They even say these conversations took place in front of other minors as well bcs she has a mixed-ages server.

For less serious but ironic information she is a two faced cunt when it comes to drama on her server. She could have addressed the problem in DM’s but instead chose to embarrass the member in the general chat, and what the member had posted wasn’t that bad, it was talking about a message the member’s friend had sent.

In conclusion, Undead_Dolly not only is a groomer and an ass, they support problematic people, and are allegedly racist.

The fact Nevermore mods have not banned her isn’t surprising and shows they only care about banning people who actually speak up about the terrible conditions of their discord server.

Thank you for reading.

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #lenore nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #rnf #call out post #how the hell did she get away with this for so long #just disgusting

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leggyleggington · 6 months ago

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NEVERMORE FANDUB

Hello everyone! I'm planning to make a fandub of the entirety of Nevermore, though I can't do this alone. As of now, the first episode/ chapter will be from episodes 1-7 since dubbing each episode individually would be a tad inconvenient. Now you may be wondering, how can I participate? Well, all spots are open till August 1st, and here's what I need:

• Voice actors (speaks for itself I believe.)

• An Editor Assistant: The editing assistant's job would be getting their hands on all the panels in high quality and to seperate the text from the speech bubbles. The rest of the editing will be done by yours truly!

• A tweener: I'm not planning on tweening everything, but I'd like to have some tweening in important scenes, adding some of that extra spice in there! Unfortunately I can't tween very well so that's why I need help to accomplish it.

Lastly, keep in mind that this project is long term. So be prepared to dedicate yourself to multiple episodes. Additionally, I unfortunately can't offer any payment so this project will be unpaid. You can find the casting call here, hope to see you there!

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore comic #nevermore dub #nevermore #voice acting #casting call #vas needed

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majosullivan · 1 year ago

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In episode 83, we got our confirmation that Pluto is missing an eye, his father being the reason he’s missing an eye, like with the owner in the Black Cat and the exact details about what happened. However, we still don’t know what Pluto’s eye looks after what happened and how much time passed between Pluto losing his eye and his death. Well, I was thinking about this and I came to a pretty sad realisation. Thanks to Ironscorpion on the Nevermore discord, the current timeframe we have for Pluto is 1923-1928. The NHS was formed in 1948, so at the latest, twenty years after Pluto lost his eye. Before the NHS was created, people were generally required to pay for their healthcare, although free treatment was sometimes available from charitable voluntary hospitals, as well as some local authorities operating hospitals for local ratepayers. Now from what we’ve seen, Pluto and his dad don’t seem to be well off, far from it. In addition, considering what we’ve seen from his dad and the obvious factor of him being the reason Pluto lost his eye in the first place, I doubt he would pay or even allow Pluto to seek out treatment. So, depending on how much time passed between losing his eye and his death, it’s possible that Pluto was never able to go to a hospital for his eye and had to do his best to treat it himself. Furthermore, even if he was able go to a hospital, chances are that he would have to sneak out and pay for it himself

#Cronus when I catch you Cronus-#(for reference I’m been dubbing Pluto’s dad Cronus in my head until we get his actual name)#nevermore #webtoon nevermore #nevermore webtoon #pluto nevermore #nevermore pluto

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duke-is-the-shit · 8 months ago

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Nevermore voice claims

Lenore- Kennagh Leann

Annabel Lee- Addie Nofal

(the above voice the characters in the official dubbing and I think they fit perfectly)

Duke- Justice Smith

Pluto- Jack De Sena

Morella- Shoba Narayan

Berenice- Michaela Deetz

Eulalie- Kimiko Glenn

Ada- Grey Griffin

Montresor- Alex Brightman

Prospero- Keith David

Will- Jeremy Shada

The Raven- Robert Pattinson (his Boy and the Heron voice)

Merry and Mourn- Micheal Kovach

If I missed any let me know in the comments

#nevermore webtoon #This was fun #duke nevermore #pluto nevermore #montresor nevermore #annabel lee nevermore #ada nevermore #will nevermore #lenore nevermore #berenice nevermore #eulalie nevermore #morella nevermore #merry and mourn nevermore #prospero nevermore

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allmyocsarebritish · 11 months ago

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Cello time

Pairing: Wednesday X Reader

Warnings(?): Soppy, I think it is a universal experience to almost cry at this song (linked at the end), I still haven't finished any of my wips so I wrote this instead

I actually love this sm lmao

It was no secret that the Hyde was playing on everyone's minds. The creature rampaged through the dreams of all Nevermore students; for no-one knew exactly when it would next strike. Living in pure fear was exhausting, and you didn't know how much longer you could go on.

Though it wasn't all terror, distress and sleepless nights. Life may have been a chore, but you did have one solace.

And her name was Wednesday Addams.

The raven-haired girl who swore she felt nothing had found her reason to live. She may have sworn to never end up like her parents, yet she was purely delaying the inevitable. The Addams curse was inescapable, no matter how stone-hearted she pretended to be. One smile from you and the walls Wednesday had solidified with layer upon layer of cement and mortar came crashing down, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

And she would protect you with every fibre of her being; to the death and beyond the grave. So truly, she did not know why you bothered to fear.

You would never tell her what really scared you. What made your blood run cold, lingering in the deepest, darkest corner of your mind. It wasn't the disturbing appearance of the evil beast, nor the paranoia that the creature was a student like yourself, wandering through the very halls you did. Hell, it wasn't even the thought of the Hyde taking you as it's next victim.

No, it was the thought of losing her.

Exactly one week before the Rave'n, you sat on Wednesday's monochrome bed, engraving the features if her side profile into your mind. She was the picture of elegance, a true gothic beauty. Her slender fingers glided over the keys of her type writer, as she began to round off her daily writing time.

You couldn't help a giddy smile pulling at your lips, for this meant only one thing.

Cello time.

This was your favourite pass time; feeling the cool evening breeze caress your cheeks as you tilted your head to the twinkling stars, serenaded by the passionate music radiating from Wednesday's instrument.

With a final click, the Addams girl turned to face you, flashing a small smile. A smile that made you feel as though you had swallowed an entire bowl of crawling spiders. You replicated it, albeit more emotionally, before rushing to open the window.

Your adoration for as you dubbed it, "cello time", made Wednesday's previously dead heart restart with an electric jolt. The fiery sensation was unbearable.

How she loved it.

Bringing her source of music, she joined you on the balcony, indulging in a long, romantic kiss before gliding to her music stand. She flicked through the sheet music, you peering over her shoulder intently.

"Which one would you prefer, Cara Mia?" She questioned, and you couldn't deny the addicting feeling of your heart bursting at the nickname.

You grinned, knowing she would have already presumed which one you would choose; hence why she paused on that sheet.

"This one." You clasped your hands together excitedly, hoisting yourself up and sitting on the wall of the balcony. Wednesday grinned back, extending her bow.

An overpowering feeling of pure, blissful love washed over you as the first few notes of 'Can't help falling in love' rang out into the silent darkness.

The love you felt for Wednesday was unrivalled, and as the song continued, your eyes became glassy, overcome with powerful emotion.

As the final notes rang out, you leapt from your seat on the wall, racing into the arms of your girlfriend.

"I love you. More than words can say, more than I can even comprehend. I don't know what I would do without you."

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#Youtube #wednesday #netflix wednesday #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednsday addams #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #jenna ortega x you #the addams family

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ariasdistress · 2 years ago

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blood lust.

pairing: vampire!fem reader x sheriff!tyler

warnings: dark mature themes + knife play, gun play, heavy degradation, dub-con, non-con. all my characters are over 18, implied age gap.

after months of bickering and tireless efforts with his father, tyler galpin graduated the police programme. taking on the same career as his father, becoming the new sheriff of jericho.

being the sheriff wasn’t a popular position yet he was a lot more beloved than his father. especially by the outcasts. the new sheriff galpin had a certain avoidance - you could call it leniency that was not shared by his father towards the targeted group.

that brings us to now, riding down suburban slopes while the night was still young. you were staring deep in awe of the navy sky, infinite and vast. the overtly deep thinking accelerated from riding off a high fuelled by petty theft. well, stealing booze.

holding up a normie store was actually easier than expected. in complete honesty, you just threatened to drink them dry and to help your case - you were also an attractive vampire, visually the type of ‘sweet girl next door’ that nobody suspects to be a troublemaker.

although, you were quite the contrary even aspiring to be a big time criminal. like a textbook rebel outcast. coming from a broken home, forced to go to nevermore and misbehaved just to feel something; to feel alive.

misbehaving in nevermore was mainly stealing blood bags, smoking behind the sports hall or sometimes doing a little more than ‘fanging out’ with guys in your dorm room after hours.

struck by an idea while riding past a dimly lit house. you gazed in wonder at the isolated structure. far from town with a variety of towering lithe trees surrounding it.

‘perfect’ you clapped your hands together, smiling to yourself. the light of the moon twinkled off your fangs as the alcohol caused a certain swing to your hips. your confidence exhilarated, without a care for the consequences.

karma, however, waits for no vamp.

not realizing sooner that the one inside the home was awake.

watching you.

knowing what you were about to do.

knowing who you were.

with ease you swiftly climbed up the pipe, skilfully opening the lock on the vintage window. “like clockwork” you mumbled happily. a little tug of the lock was needed then you were in. sliding inside and taking in the somewhat messy bedroom.

‘damn, whoever lived here is a slob.. pick up a coffee mug once in a while..’ you thought to yourself.

white sheets contrasted the dark toned clothes scattered across the large bed. a sigh escaped you while your claw shaped nails playfully brushed against a hoodie thrown onto a chair..

you noticed an old desk sat adjacent to it, curiosity starting to arouse your interest as you tiptoed over to the desk. once again messily dispersed with.. case files?

panic quickly spread like an disease causing your eyes to widen. frantically reading the front of the mustard yellow folder.

“property of jericho county police station.”

“holy fuck” your voice became shrill as you muttered. your smugness had been drained and replaced with a sense of pessimism.

“out of all houses to rob?? why the fuck did it have to be sheriff fucking galpin??” you were left with nothing to do but crouch idle next to the bed. hoping, praying to anything out there that nobody was home.

as you got up to leave through the window, the silence broke with the pump of a shotgun echoing behind you.

a symphony of goosebumps ran through your body as you held your hands up in fear. biting at your lower lip. turning around slowly to accept whatever fate had in store for you.

“what is a pretty thing like you doing in my house so late?” an older man grinned. in your mind, far too old to be the freshly 18 tyler galpin that worked at the weathervane while you were a kid. the messy blonde didn’t back down, now aiming the shotgun at your forehead.

you stepped forward taking a closer look at him. almost surprised, it was tyler only quite older, taller and physically much more muscular. he cleared his throat, the sound snapped you back into reality.

“answer me, what the fuck are you doing inside my house.” you tried to respond but your vocal chords shrivelled up, watching the barrel of the shotgun approached closer to you.

your glossy pink lips instantly pouted with eyes welling up in tears, “i-im so sorry sheriff”, you mumbled out. mascara trickling down your flushed cheeks.

knowing deep inside you looked beautiful, you weren’t surprised when dark green eyes fell onto your mirage of sadness.

“see i thought this was my friends house- i wanted to surprise her- it was my first time i-in this new neighbourhood and i-.” you put your all into this act, knowing the only card left to play was the ‘innocent sweet nymph.’

“cut the shit sweetheart” he interrupted, lowering the shotgun yet his stance stayed stern. his strong fingers trailed over his forehead, eyebrows, toward his hair as the corner of his mouth warped into a smirk.

“i can smell a vampire like you from yards away. i’ve been watching you too. for weeks. you’re an amateur at best. thought you were going to rob me huh? fucking airhead.” his voice was spiked with venom as he inched closer.

everyone assumed he broke the generational curse of disliking outcasts - being a normie and all. but nobody except his colleagues knew his secret; his burning hatred for outcasts. developing from his father, he harboured a special animosity especially towards vampires; calling them vermin and leeches behind closed doors.

“n-no sir i couldn’t even dream of robbing you, i’m um just a bit tipsy and wanted to surprise a friend! honest!” pleading, you realised the ‘innocent girl’ was fading. you swallowed the lump in your throat, the atmosphere in the room now becoming unbelievably tense.

tyler burst out laughing, “do you think i’m stupid y/n i’ve been watching you this entire time. you vampires really think you’re better than everybody? your ego needs to be brought down a few pegs doll.”

you felt your blood boil, why was he being so mean? sure, this wasn’t the most optimal of situations but you being a vampire had nothing to do with this.

“sheriff.. me being a vampire doesn’t have anything to do with this. if you let me go, you won’t ever see me again. please.” tears flowed mixing with your eyeliner while your voice started wobbling out of a mixture of anger and fear.

the last thing you wanted was to be on tomorrow’s local news as the idiotic thief who got caught stealing in a sheriff’s home.

“keep crying pretty like that and i just might let you go.” sheriff galpin joked, before whacking you with the side of his shotgun. the sting greeting your cheek as you laid there in pure agony.

“i’ll teach you a lesson, doll, one you won’t forget” the world was spinning out of focus. the blurred image of a malicious grin and strong arms lifting you was the only thing left. only moments later, engulfed in complete darkness.

you awoke to being bound. legs and arms restrained in cuffs behind your back as you kneeled in front of tyler, his dark boots took up your eyesight.

you could almost taste the dampness of the room. was this a basement? a prison? you jolted at his rough fingertips lining your jawline, forcing you to look up at him.

“aren’t you a vision for sore eyes? never knew a bloodsucker could be this lovely looking...” he whispered. the older male now turning your face to observe your every feature. the left side of your face was red, ready for bruising while your long lashes parted. showcasing your dark eyes staring knives and daggers at tyler.

“fuck you.” you were able to mumble out before you were met with another pain. a large hand tugged on your hair violently, gesturing your face toward his boots. after struggling and fighting against his grip nothing was working.

“lick them. whore.” strings of your hair began to pluck out, deciding to give into his demands quickly. you sobbed as you licked a small stripe on his black boots. a shine forming where your saliva met his boots.

wincing, you spat out the taste without hesitation. with rage consuming your mind.

“don’t look at me like i’m a bad guy sweetheart. you did this, but i’ll be nice. i promise.” tyler hummed, cupping your face, almost lovingly with his palm. he pointed to the end of the room, pivoting your head to look at it.

“let’s just make a little home video, to show the guys at the force what happens to pretty little outcasts who decide to become petty criminals”. he smiled, sinister intent masking any kindness left behind his mossy eyes.

before you could utter a word of objection, tyler slashed his palm with a silver kitchen knife. hissing, pushing the dripping blood up to your mouth. your tongue lapped up the blood like a starved animal with greedy fangs greeting the sheriff’s palm.

you scanned the older man’s face through wet lashes; maroon orbs twinkling while you whimpered against his cut for more blood, tongue pushing and swirling around his wound. tyler looked down at you, hating himself for admiring how pretty you were under the broken lights.

“god you’re a good girl. you’re so obedient for me.” the blonde praised, using a free hand to run through your hair. after soaking up every drop you detached your fangs from his hand, licking the excess from your lips making sure the older man saw it.

tyler used his wounded hand to rub your bruised cheek, cooing sorrys and awws. being blood-drunk you leaned into tyler’s palm like a touch starved pet, hoping he would feed you again.

the sweetness of the action turned into malice as he grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your lips to crash into the crotch of his sweatpants. he laughed while the outline of his hardening cock rubbed up against your lips and nose.

“you’re so stupid, it’s almost cute. thought i’d gone soft on you huh?” the corner of his lips turning upwards as he turned his body towards the camera - hoping it catches your every pitiful sound as you whimpered in protest against the thick fabric.

whines and no’s left your lips as you tried your best to keep them shut. you felt like crying out for help again, but you knew it wasn’t any use.

his hand sneaked down and grabbed your cheeks, pushing them open as his other hand slid his sweatpants and boxers down in a singular motion. his pale cock sprung free, precum leaking down his blushing shaft.

staring in awe of his length, it was so thick you could feel your throat closing up. tyler couldn’t help but fight back a smile looking at your desperate expression, wanting to run his tip over your perfectly shaped lips.

“suck. if you use your fangs i’ll break your jaw, leech.” he spat, gripping your jaw tighter towards his throbbing cock. you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out as the sheriff gestured to you to lick it.

it was beyond embarrassing knowing you were being filmed. giving pet-like licks to an older man’s cock but you couldn’t help but fight a growing impatience between your legs. how tyler’s disheveled blonde hair, low eyes and big muscular arms enchanted you into wanting more.

growing impatient of the teasing from your blood covered tongue, he forced himself into you. groans left the older man as you glanced up at him. his lips half open and brows scrunched together in pleasure; you hummed around his cock, rubbing your thighs together for any kind of friction - shamelessly imagining tyler’s thick fingers inside you instead.

“keep looking at me, just like that slut. that’s all you’re fucking good for. god you’re pretty with my cock inside your filthy mouth.” the male growled, bottoming out inside you with your drool coating the base of his cock entirely. his hands found their place in your fluffy hair, interwoven in your locks to fuck your mouth deeper.

hoping tyler wouldn’t notice, your fangs lightly grazed the tip of his cock as he pulled out. unfortunately he did, his agonising grip getting firmer craning your neck up to look at him.

“the one thing i asked for you not to fucking do, you brainless airhead. you fucking deserve for this.” he cut himself off with a groan of frustration. he grabbed your waist and spun you around, angrily unlocking both the cuffs to spread your legs. dropping to the floor like a ragdoll, your ass was up in the air while he palmed your heat through the denim shorts.

“please.. stop.. sheriff please. i’m a virgin.” you told him the truth, hoping he would show you some mercy. sure you did stuff, but never to the extent of getting fucked, this fact embarrassed you beyond belief.

“you should’ve thought twice about that, hopefully that tight little cunt will listen to me.. maybe i’ll send this to your parents too huh sweetheart?” tyler sneered, his cut hand groping the exposed skin of your ass that the shorts couldn’t cover. wishing to crush whatever spirit you had left, he wanted you to submit completely to him.

large veiny hands creeped down your body, “look how slutty a virgin like you dresses. pathetic, like you’re begging to get fucked against your will” he mumbled in your ear, large hand coercing your jaw to look at the camera in front of you. tyler’s other hand perfectly cupping your tits, twisting the hardening peaks through your thin black shirt.

“smile for the camera sweetheart, tell them how you’re about to lose your virginity to a man old enough to be your dad” he softly spoke smiling toward the lens, his deceivingly loving touch creeped lower to skilfully undo your denim shorts. realising what was going to happen you sobbed quietly, your cries evaporated. “shut the fuck up” sheriff whispered ripping your shirt into pieces from your back. the black fabric caressed the ground.

at this point the large video camera was facing you as you were on all fours, your arms shaking from holding your weight up. the metal cuffs did a number your skin, with bruises forming from the violent friction. trying to cower and hide your privacy didn’t work with tyler as he kneeled behind you, forcing your legs apart in his presence.

awe and wonder contorted the sheriff’s face, drinking in your puffy leaking cunt.. “prettiest cunt i’ve ever seen” he spoke, loud enough so only you could hear it before rubbing your entrance softly.

your face flushed at the sounds behind you, unable to wait tyler slapped his cock around your wet pussy. slowly rubbing the tip of his head against your ball of nerves, grunts of satisfaction leaving his parted lips.

the screen next to the camera filled with the image of you getting violated. your were lips bitten trying not to let out noise when tyler glanced at the screen pissed off that you were holding back.

he slapped your ass painfully, enjoying the look of the skin rippling. “make as much sound as you like sweetheart. i’m sure the guys down at the the station would love to hear how i break you down into nothing but a whore.”

just as he finished his sentence, you felt his thick head poke at your entrance, “you’re so tight, i might not even fit.” forcing himself inside, a groan leaving his mouth as his entire throbbing cock hugged the inside of you. you whispered profanities to yourself, not wanting to make noise.

your wetness didn’t help your unstretched cunt from latching onto him, making it unable for him to move. the glint of the knife next to him grabbed his attention. sadism taking over, he started cutting into another part of his bloodied hand and bringing it around to your lips.

the scent and sound of blood droplets on the floor made your brows perk up, blood-lust ran through your veins as you soft inhaled the aroma. the mouth watering, sweet scent of blood.

you caught onto what the sheriff was doing as your vision filled with cloudiness, his deep voice sounding like a hallucination.

“drink up.. don’t make me force it down your delicate little throat” his voice was like molasses to you but his blood smelled sweeter. his heartbeat was quickening, the sound of his blood travelling through his veins filling your ears.

you couldn’t fight it back anymore. letting yourself slip with your fangs leading the way. letting the wet skin touch your lips as you consumed the red liquid, wanting to drain his hands. tyler laughed at the scene feeling how soaked you were getting.

pushing his hand against your mouth, the older male grabbed at your waist. squeezing your skin as he bucked his hips inside you, making you cry our. tyler used his cut up hand to grab a handful of your hair, pounding you in the process. euphoria washed across your face as you tried to protest but nothing came out your throat except needy sounds.

“you’d fuck anyone on camera if they gave you some blood huh?” like second nature you cried out for tyler, his name the only thing on your broken mind. he drove his cock into the spongy part of your insides, making you gasp out ‘no’s’ - not wanting to climax so soon.

“no? no??? you want to say no to me?” the sheriff’s voice darkened, dragging out the last sentence as he reached for a pistol behind him. in the same motion he pulled out, pushing his entire length deep inside of you. rapidly hitting your cervix at a pace your body couldn’t keep up with.

large hands played with the pistol. a calloused finger dancing with the trigger, the gun was ghosting around your skull. cold metal pushed against the temple of your head, fear erupting - you felt beyond helpless.

breathless moaning and efforts to finish your sentence fell short. his cock felt full inside you and you didn’t even realise your hips were moving.

“you’re choking my dick so fucking good. you like this pervert? i should put a bullet in your head?” his hand rapidly traced down your body, gliding over your soft skin. the blonde rubbed your clit mercilessly, forcing you into let out shameless noises.

skin smacking against each other and high pitched moans left your plump, dark red and bitten lips. you turned around to look at him, both your eyes connecting to catch a longing gaze.

dark red nails scratched into the floor of his basement as your release neared closer. the older man noticed how your swollen cunt gripped his cock every time he degraded you.“everyone’s going to see how stupid you get on my dick now? are you proud slut?”

“please, sheriff ‘m gonna cum” you yelled out, clamping your pussy involuntarily against his cock. tyler was close, his pace becoming animalistic, letting his cock think for him. mere moments after, your insides were filled with his warm cum. his cock pulled out of you causing your body collapse.

in response tyler dropped his gun to the floor. his strong arms held your unconscious body up - his hands carrying your thick thighs. spreading your legs apart to show the camera your pussy, his cum dripping to the floor shamelessly.

“this stupid bimbo won’t be stealing anytime soon”

author’s notes: sorry i haven’t posted in so long! i’ve been in a kind of slump!! i’ve been pretty inspired with the whole sheriff and criminal relationship n i wrote this, hope everyone enjoys! i will be writing more soon!

thank you for reading! aria. ᥫ᭡

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