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The Doplerganger Phenomenon (Halloween 2023) PART 1

Pairing: (Professor) Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader (College Student)

Warnings: Vague horror mentions, SFW. Words: 2911

Tropes: A doplergnager of someone you know...A string of unexplained deaths and on top of that things are going missing from your apartment.

A/N: 🤪 Inspired hugely from a childhood Japanese horror (?) Romance movie that ws titled Dooplergnager!! #no beta, no editing. My first MCU FIC. Sadly I can't find it on YouTube and I lost the CD, if anyone can find it-- the movie goes like this without any gore. An office girl (I think) lives alone at home, uses charcoal to draw on a canvas and is thinking of entering a museum's art contest... but is so indecisive, and suddenly the door bell rang, she goes to see who it is and sees its a blind guy who idk is asking if it's the right address or smth. She says no and he goes away. ... Boom from one floor beneath her apartment, at the same location as her door, another her appears... her dooplerganger-- who does what she was indecisive about, draws, enters the art contest, basically this whole movie is some detective supernatural thing where a detective discovers that some ppl jump off buildings after seeing their dooplergangers achieve better than them. Sooooo ;) this is not an original idea, just wanna honour this movie.

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Clap.  

 "Listen here. If nobody takes this Friday exam seriously, I'll have Mr. Laufeyson take over all my classes for the rest of the week." Lightheartedly said Thor, his wide voice overpowering the whole classroom, grinning in playful triumph, yet the threat was very real. 

Groans and moans—some boos here and there—fill out the jam-packed classroom, ranging from zombie-tired to actual fear responses. My reaction lied delicately, balancing on the tightrope of both dread and hope, but my heart twisted in excitement. 

Among the chorus of complaints, chatter, and chairs shrieking surrounding me, I took my sweet time filing and packing my things, which were not so neat. Class ended on a very motivational note. .   .   . 

Professor Thor's brother was not one most students willingly paid a visit to after-hours, unlike the other teachers, and looking for him without a purpose in academic advice is as pointless as buying rope from a camel. 

His striking slim features, like his most prominent and popular emerald gems for eyes and boney face, take a stand in attracting many to sign up for his courses. I so happened to be one of the lucky few who didn't check the profiles of the teachers and allowed that to influence my decision-making. 

Beauty is always deceiving. 

And it never fails to be so entertaining to watch from the back rows when another person rage-quits, abruptly leaves in the middle of his teaching, or slumps defeatedly in their seats each and every week. It never stopped Mr. Laufeyson from carrying on the lesson—not even when a wasp flew in by mistake and terrorised the class while he didn't bat an eye.

Until it went after him, he took immediate action, swatting it hard against the wall with a ruler. 

He froze. 

Holding that fatal position, he rotated his head towards me—I meant, the class obviously. 

"Now, any questions? And if there are, you best make it good; otherwise, you'd like your future grade to fall from a height." He removes the ruler, revealing a flattened wasp slowly unsticking itself from the wall and plummeting down with a comically weak buzz.

Then silence.   

"Just like that." 

I held back from laughing, except for a tiny chuckle joining the other students'. Sucking in the bottom of my lip, I focused on the assignment on my laptop while keeping an active ear for any tidbits of information from him. I really liked his humorous side. But there was something else about him that I loved. 

…RING. 

 There went the bell, and class was dismissed. Mr. Laufeyson, with a smooth ease, was the first to leave, and the others and I stalled to watch him before following suit in hushed giggles. 

"—ho! Just now, that got me feeling some type of way." 

Another girl low moaned, "I'm melting like an ice cream in the sun."

 "I wish he used that ruler on me instead." 

Mmhmm.

Mr Laufeyson's back disappeared after a sharp turn, he's never in the cafeteria during lunch breaks but in a way what a relief he won't ever see the dumb side of me. Not that he sees me as anything else except a student. 

But it will change.

Thankfully graduation was right around the corner… By then I'll have a chance to ask him out properly. Maybe buy him some flowers? As a farewell appreciation gift. 

.   .   .

"I heard you used my name again to scare the children," Loki piqued, hands studiously behind his back as he approached the sun-lit kitchen.

His brother, shining blonde tied-back hair, grins wolfishly after downing a beer can and tossing it in the trash, making it over to Loki.

"Relax, it's just a joke, brother!" Thor let out a boisterous laugh, smacking a large hand on Loki's shoulder and causing him to slightly flinch. "College kids need the motivation. A kick of adrenaline, am I right?" 

"More work that is unnecessary doesn't sound very funny to me. I will not be babysitting your class again after last time, a word of warning."

"Oh come on now, you have a knack for torturing students to greatness— and I can supply you with as many peoplee as you wish. Just say the word!—"

Loki's unamusement showed in his thin smile and poise stance.

"—Don't think I've seen the way you've been holding yourself back from having fun these days." He winked, walking off with a whistle in the direction of his study.

Loki didn't think it was obvious but of course his brother noticed his recent shift in behavior, more avoidance. But like all things in life, it would soon pass. It has to. And it will.

The root of his avoidance would graduate soon enough next month. He'll just have to exercise more patience and wait it out.

.    .    .

Friday nights are always the best to rewind and treat myself to fast food on the couch. It's fun to pretend that there's 3 days in the weekend.

Time to imagine the handsome actor in the Notebook as Mr Laufeyson.

"Sorry, can't join you tonight girl. I got a 2nd date with Taro!" Juliet whooped excitedly, pumping a fist towards the ceiling as she one-handedly strapped on her glittery heels with urgency.

I waved weakly at her bursting enthusiasm, smiling hard and happy for her. "Goodluck—"

The door slammed in my face, faint clip-clops of her heels muffled away into the buzzing night, and the disappointment of my ruined plans reflecting off the smooth rogue-wood. 

Welp and there goes movie-night with my bestie roommate… Now I've got the whole place to myself, wowie, nice. Time for some self-care.

Was what I thought before accidentally falling asleep in the middle of a firework love confession scene on the big screen, an empty bag of popcorn kernels laying at the foot of the couch I slouched on. As I finally snored myself awake, a series of insistent knuckle-punching came from the door, louder than the TV audio.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

That is so unlike the bubbly optimistic Juliet I know, she wouldn't be coming home until… I patted around me for my phone and checked the time. 

9:00 PM. 

Yep. It's far too early. 

Instantly I sat up straight, unblinking, eyeing the front door with a tight clutch on my phone. No way is Juliet even close to retiring from her date, ever. No one is supposed to be here and not at this time.

BANG. BANG.

Step by cautious step, I neared the door and tiptoed to peer out of the peephole at what–or–who was causing the commotion. My phone at the ready to call the cops.

BANG.

A mop of slick black hair blocked the majority of my sight: as if this person was leaning forwards, face-first, into the door like he was either trying to hide his identity or didn't know how doors work. Since usually people wouldn't be standing so absurdly close against a door with knowing the possibility of it hitting them.

Or this is a drunk idiot who wondered off from one of the other houses. An uncommon occurence but happens.

BANG— 

"Stop!" I shouted, my free hand taking hold of the doorknob firm and full of annoyance. Ready to give this possible-drunk a piece of my mind.

The person listened then a soft, almost feverent breathing came through the wood after hearing my voice. Are they drunk and sick? Not the first time seeing this terrible combo.

"Please take a step back!" I warned the person on the other side and swung the door wide open in a rush of concern. 

My unsuspecting self, dumbfoundedly, receiving the best shock of my life. It was a man. I knew.

"Well," glimmered a pair of deep green gem-like eyes once settling in my face. Upclose and too personal.  "Hello, my darling. It's been too long." 

That infamous silky voice that slithers into anyone's consciousness for days. Belonging to non other but my– I mean, that man.

My vocal cords decided to stop functioning without my consent. "H…" 

Almost all of my vocabulary disappeared from my brain the second I fully registered the familiar handsome face in my head. His petal-thin lips parted while my jaw hung as we both looked at each other in a mutual deadlock.

"M– Mr Laufeyson?" My tongue muscle memory took over. 

He nodded curtly in confirming his identity, still staring wide-eyed at me as if drinking me in like a new sight to behold. 

Wait he shouldn't be here. I wasn't hallucinating this hard, right.

There was no reasonable explanation as to why I could be hallucinating without a drop of alcohol in my system. Unless he stalked me, which is impossible to imagine the busy man ever doing, even pondering it, to me of all people. 

Hah. I wish.

But lo and behold it was him, genuinely in the flesh, smiling the most biggest white-teethed smile I've seen. 

"May I come in, please. Darling?" 

In where? In what? 

Trying to make sense of the current reality standing infront of me, hoping this wasn't a prank. 

"Why are you here… Sir." I intoned, politely, darting my eyes around him at the dark corners suspiciously. This wasn't some graduation prank right, I secretly hoped it wasn't.

"Why?" A, very nice sounding, humourous chuckle ripples from him before he continued.

"How could I not pay a visit to my most brilliant student? I would regret it for as long as I live." He said it extremely convincing as if it was normal to show up out of the blue at my house in the middle of the night. 

"Right. Um, please come in."

I beckoned him in with an instinctual welcoming smile, holding back the urge to tidy my no-doubt ratty appearence and adjust my clothes as he entered. 

Brushing his whole arm against mine, on accident I think, but he didn't seem to notice, too focused on removing his shining boots. 

Nervously, I closed the door behind him while deeply breathing in the faint passing of his leafy cologne. My mind long forgetting if I should've let him inside. 

I tersely said, ignoring the happy booming in my heart, and gestured to the gray couch. Hoping he wouldn't notice the tiniest shade of darker gray, the imprint of where I lazed earlier. 

"Please, sir, make yourself at home." 

"Oh, I planned to." Mr Laufeyson winked uncharacteristically, smoothly shrugging his coat off him and folding it over the armrest– where I laid my head earlier– casually. One of his hands had a purplish-dark marking across the skin, must've been from him knocking something. 

"Thank you, darling."  

"No problemo." That was not a cool response at all. Internally I cringed at myself while mentally noting to get him a bandage for his hand injury.

It took much willpower not to lose control of my eyeballs from running down the rare sight of him in only his white button-up while feeling his intense emerald gaze all over me. 

Juliet is not going to believe this.

Alright, I'm going to be a good host. And only that. He probably wants to ask about what career path I'm choosing or something, so hold back.

I cleared my throat, meeting with his eyes.

"Sir, would you like some tea or coffee?" And maybe stay longer.

"From you? Anything will do."

.   .   .

Crackles of laughter sitting together on the couch, his arm draped over the back of the cushion behind my head, silly banter over past lessons he taught, tiny tidbits of his favourite things and color (as I suspected was green) proven correct. We share more things in common than I had thought. 

Who knew I'd be the lucky one to be graced with getting personal with Mr Laufeyson. 

1:10 AM.

In a blink of an eye, time seemed to skip over and the hour hand crossed midnight. Even though I felt no ounce of drowsiness— it wouldn't be appropriate to let him get caught by my roommate. This wasn't exactly all that inappropriate too, we only talked. 

"Sir, it's getting very late. I'm sure you have another student to visit tomorrow or something," I tried to sound casual with mild contact, genuinely smiley, and not at all like I was pushing him to get the hint. 

His emerald eyes flashed understanding as he gave a relaxed smile, getting up from the couch slightly slow. "I'd hate to overstay my welcome and have you lose your beauty sleep." 

I chuckled and copied his action while he collected his coat, his slim fingers fiddling with the buttons almost mindlessly. It was a rare sight to see Mr Laufeyson act… Nervous? Maybe, that would be funny to imagine but he must be feeling discourteous for accidentally not watching the time slip by. 

I know I would.

"Oh and dear." 

My gaze instantly flicked up to his already on me. "Don't think for one second I could ever forget you," he closed the distance between our bodies and said my name so intimately. Leaning in, tilting his head, my heart a combustion of excitement, as his eyes shut and he left a peck on my cheek. 

The signals were green. He was giving all the right signals and I'd be a fool not to go for it. Just not right now. 

I muffled my own giggle, leading him to the door as I held it wide open for him. "Thanks for stopping by, Mr Laufeyson. It means a lot to me." More than he could ever know. If only he could stay longer but that would be a huge violation to my roommate's trust. Darn it.

"As it is for me." 

He softly smiled, taking his sweet time to walk down the small steps. Glancing back at me twice. 

He left without a hurry into the swallowing darkness where the streetlights lacked reach, and I continued staring out the peephole long after his ghostly tall figure lost itself in a concerning direction. Only alleyways and deadends there. 

But I shouldn't be too worried, he looked like he knows where to go.

Tik. Tok.

 Tik tok.

It felt like an eternity wishing for Monday to arrive quicker, my nerves aflamed for the entire weekend as I picked out cute outfits in advance. Surely he'd appreciate a different look from me, I couldn't wait to see his face again.

—RING.

.    .    .

Back to class. Here we go!

For once throughout my college days, I woke up an extra hour before my alarm and prepped an all natural make-up look. Taking special care to choose a flattering outfit and spritzing all over myself with my favourite scent until I knew I would be a walking cloud of sweetness. Hopefully something to be remembered by.

 Out the door I went after leaving some waffles for Juliet's breakfast. Way too early but it was worth it.

"—Right, let's continue where we left off before another bee decides to steal the thunder and my job. All at once." Mr Laufeyson placed away the long ruler responsible for last week's insect death, I noted that he was wearing the same coat from coming over last friday, as a round of chuckles and soft giggles in the mix, erupted at his words.

Mr Laufeyson was putting extra work into being humorous today of all days or his mood improved positively better... Possibly because of me. Because of last Friday night. Or I was getting too ahead of myself when he could've easily paid a visit to the others. Right, he's just being a good concerned teacher. As always...

Class went on like normally. And he didn't even glance at me.

. . . The hour had passed.

Hoping for the littlest of interaction after class, I sprinted the steps down to the front of the classroom. Ahead of anyone else. "Mr Laufeyson!" 

Once I stepped around the desk to properly stand before him, a perky excitement in my every movement to be upclose to him again. My expectations of mildly receiving a smile from him was shattered the second he angled his face towards me, his stiff folders collected under an arm.

"What."

 Mr Laufeyson said harshly, "—exactly do you want? My time is limited. My email is on the Google classroom, you can easily find it online to contact me. However If it's a matter you believe is urgent, see me in my office after school hours immediately."

Not expecting this... Kind of standoffish tone.

I deflated under the scrutiny of his sharp green eyes and downturned pink lips, hopes of my outfit and being noticed stomped by his quiet impatience and unusual agitation. Right, we were still in school. Why did I choose such bad timing to talk to him.

Too eager, I must've came across as desperate. Yikes.

"Okay, sir. Thanks," I gave a weak smile as he spun to leave swiftly. 

Probably not hearing me in the midst of everyone else's small chatter joining the outside noise as I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder. Heart heavy but I survived.

His change in attitude was unexpected but not unwelcome. The iciness of it. A telltale sign that something or someone had bothered him. By the troubled ook of his deepened wrinkles, I guessed it must be recent— An hour or few ago, maybe— his stiff body language told me it's a personal matter.

Either I was deducing nonsense or being a kick of delusional away from acting on my deepest urge to confess my feelings.

How could I even help him?

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🫠 Omni-Man Is My Jam. Drabble.

(Short drabble thingie while sleep deprived celebrating my incoming birthday, 200+ words,🫡 while I finish up some of my other fics, ready to explode. If you're feeling generous, here's my kofi.)

Omni–Man:

Long hard day of work or doing nothing, you lay on your bed to catch up on some much needed down time with yourself and phone before Omni–man invites himself in through your ever-forgetful window. The persistent viltrumite you can never get rid of even when you want to.

What does he say to that? from MK1, "I can hold my breath for weeks."

So it's no surprise when you're the one gasping for air, one hand desperately clinging onto your pillow for dear life to not blackout from the sequence of eye-rolling orgasms, the other with fingers digging deep into his short hair as he stays determined and hyperfocus on eating the sweet little pleasure between your trembling thighs caught in his strong beefy hands. You definitely blacked out after the 5th or was it 9th orgasm?

When you awoke at midnight, it wasn't to peace. Omni–man never seemed to take a break, almost threatening with an infinite amount of energy and stamina as he loomed over you, your legs draped over his mountainous shoulders. "I'm going to demolish this pussy." And he meant it in every soul punching thrust, increasing in intensity.

And when he finally calls it a night… Oh you could only twitch in response, dazed and gaping in many ways than one as he chuckled, throwing a lazy blanket barely covering the mess he made of you before flying out in an instant.

His message on your phone blinkied in the darkness: 'Be prepared for next time, pet.'

Once more for those in the back.

"I won't cry for you" - Yandere Tyler Galpin x Female Reader PART 3

•Part 1 •Part 2

Words: 1699

Warnings: Mentions of torture, psychology, dysfunction yet healthy family relations if you squint.

Show: Wednesday (2022)

Summary: You've graciously or stupidly, granted Tyler a phone to call his father for whatever reason he had while you went to call yours for assistance. And since you weren't fully knowledgeable about Hydes, you contacted the only person you knew, who wasn't in prison, that had that knowledge. Your father, Alvin Gates.

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🥺 Sorryyyy this took forever a lot of months, planned to post this at February but got sick and many stuff happened, preparing for an interview :--D but am back in my writing mojo!/kinda, HAPPY HALLOWEEN) AND I HEARD season 2 is coming omggg I'm excited

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"Well, well, well~ If it isn't the sweet consequence of my actions with your mother." A voice unmistakably grouchy speaks, sounding jovial with every word out.

A quick glance to your locked bedroom door before you finally said a response into the cellphone.

"You sound well, father." You mildly greeted, a tinge of a smile in your voice. To think it's almost only been a month since the last call.

"Yeah yeah it's been a while but cut the chitchat, sweetie, what do you need helping with?" You could imagine an eyeroll as your father said, always cutting to the chase.

"About Hydes." You spared no other detail and maintained calm articulation. Not that you needed to be careful with him, thankfully.

For more precaution, it's better if not even your own father knows about Tyler being in the house. You didn't want things to get out of hand.

"Ah- what about them? Did something happen that isn't supposed to–" Suddenly silence overtook the line, a thoughtful humming until he spoke again. "Don't get yourself into any unfamiliar territory, kid. That's suppose to be your mother's speciality."

So he noticed, of course he did. Better leave that to his wandering imagination than spoil your plan. A very non-existent plan at the moment.

"I don't plan to. Father, I was just curious since I kept hearing about them." True, that wasn't a lie in the slightest. "I was wondering if you'd know anything about them."

Surely he must know something.

"Hmm, you heard it from someone, no doubt. . . Alright, alright. What do you want to know exactly, kid. I'll tell ya as much as I can afford to." Sounds like mother has been keeping tabs on him.

"Hydes obey only one master, their own, correct?" You continued when father hummed a helpful tune, "would it be possible to sever the ties between a Hyde and its master."

A pause in-between your father's breathing left you suspended.

"Well. . . Got bad news for you kid, I don't know any available methods for that." He sighed gruffy like he felt bad, "sorry but can't help you with the whole severing business. It's set in stone, pretty much."

"I see. . . " You massaged your temples, disappoinment rising inside you. But you couldn't just accept this answer easily, stubbornness seemed to take hold in your heart. For what reason? You couldn't figure out.

"However–" A hoarse chuckle emerged from your cellphone. "It's not entirely impossible to say there aren't other ways of solving that problem. I'm sure you can get some creative ideas from their origins, kid. Only one thing is set in stone, Hydes only serve one master."

Father's bold hint sparked a lightbulb in your head. Their origins.

In the first place, what caused Hydes to bond an undying loyalty to their masters was–

"Sorry for not being alot of help, kid, I'm out of time for the day. Take good care of yourself, will you."

"I will." A buzz of excitement slowly crept over you as an idea began running through your mind. "You were very helpful, dad, thanks. You take care too."

"Mm sounds like you found an answer eh?" He sounded genuinely happy, making you feel much more sturdy in this new plan.

"Not exactly but I should be on the right track." If Tyler would go along with it.

"Mm so you're going to try any attempts, I see. Hah– it's hilarious how similar you and your mother's thinking is!"

Again with the comparisons. You rolled your eyes, "Goodbye, father."

"Alright alright, see ya kiddo. For now." BEEP. BEEP.

The call was over already.

.  .  .

You turned off the burner phone, picking out the block of battery from the back and saving it in your other hiding space for another time. Now you should check on Tyler, you can't afford to trust him so easily especially when his father's a sheriff. 

Quietly you went out of your bedroom, closing the door slowly so as to not make a sound. You headed down the stairs in a casual, fast pace to quickly see his state of mind.

But it's likely he isn't planning to screw himself over... Your assumption was most likely made correct when you came to see Tyler sitting slumped on the couch, his face buried deep in his hands. 

Sweeping your gaze across the living room and floor, the burner phone you gave him was nowhere in sight… Mentally noting to check the trash bin by the kitchen before you stomped down the stairs and made yourself known.

Tyler's eyes peeked up first from the gaps in-between his fingers like the leafy venus flytraps back home ever so often tempting you to closer inspect. To place your finger in there, to feed. 

He waited on your next move.

Your arms folded, hiding your hands twitching on their own for a tweezer. "Did you have a good talk?" 

What else could you really say without sounding too interested in him. 

"It was something…" Tyler did a small shrug, less energy than he's shown before, voice dulled by the cover of his fingers. "Could've gone better. I wish he didn't hang up so fast."

"What did you talk about?" Might as well see how much information he was willing to give.

A small sigh, Tyler slowly revealed half of his distraught face. "Not a lot. He wasn't interested in what I had to say… Told me to be careful." Strange of the dutiful sheriff to say but then again you didn't know what kind of father-son relationship they had.

"How are you feeling?" One of mother's favourite lines growing up that you've somehow adapted into your vocabulary. It seemed the most appropriate.

You continued watching Tyler's tensed form with a safe but short distance away, the coffee table acting as a possible shield in between you and him. Incase he raged.

But there was none.

There was something in his usual silence this time that irked you. Like he didn't fully trust you. 

You approved of that, as he shouldn't. Mutually. Especially if things ever go wrong because of him, you were ready at a moment's notice to abandon everything to do with him. 

"I… Hate him." 

The pause went on for however many tensed seconds before Tyler's hands fell onto his knees.

"Sorry sorry, I know I shouldn't be saying this… I mean I can't say I don't miss him." 

"You can say what you want. I don't mind," you said flatly, genuinely meaning it. His expressions stiff, he looked mentally pent up, thoughts practically steaming out from his ears.

"No, it's fine. You've done a lot for me already, I owe you." He grinned brightly, the dark cloud looming over from before gone in an instant, "for that phone call too."

"Sure," it wouldn't be bad to have a Hyde indebted to you.

Tyler checked the ticking clock on the kitchen wall, "I guess it is getting late… See you in the morning?"

You nodded. "Night, Galpin." 

"G-Good night! Have a good sleep." He smiled dopey, waving briskly while walking backwards to the foot of the stairs before jogging up to his bedroom. So naturally at home.

Just how eager was he to get back in his room?

 That wasn't his usual way of walking, what could he be looking forward to or hiding in there… Or he could just be relieved of stress after that talk with his father, maybe that brought about his new behavior.

Your suspicions were beginning to sound far-fetched even to yourself but then again, there was always that silver of possibility that he could be planning to rebel against you. 

So you moved fast towards the kitchen sink, tiny spikes of uneasiness pulsing through you, turning the facuet on and letting the water run loudly as you went to look into the trash bin.

Expecting to look down into a void of nothingness.

The large black plastic bag sleeved over the edge of the bin looked loose and puffy. Clearly you didn't do this, your meticulousness wouldn't allow such a lazy set up. You pat down the puffy areas, flattening the edges to allow better access in seeing what trash had been collected.

Shiny peices of black metal greet you at the bottom of the pit, tiny and almost powder-like glitter in the kitchen light. What previously used to be a burner phone now looked like the result of being in someone's clenched fist. Useful monsterous strength… if he could actually get it under his full control.

Whatever anxiety crept inside your heart disappeared as you contently spun on your heel and turned off the kitchen faucet. 

A small appreciation for Tyler as thanks to him, there's less work for you now.

You wondered why you even felt 'anxious' at all, it must've been the slight stress of knowing he could've screwed things up for you. And himself. Now that makes sense, of course since it's not as if you actually knew him personally even back in town. 

Feeling much more at peace, you headed towards your own bedroom, adjacent from Tyler's. His room barely made any noise except for the few inaudible mumbles and the faint use of his shower and the light peeking through from underneath his door. 

You never noticed before but he always had the lights turned on in there. Well, it's not as if you were the one paying the electrical bill. It was nothing noteworthy.

Once settling in your own bed and underneath your blanket in the cozy dark, sleep came easily… Until your brain jostled an interesting observation your very eyes must've slipped. 

In the trash bin, there was no sight of the small black piece. The memory card. 

The sim card. 

Despite his questionable actions, you chose to sleep, thoughts racing alongside a strange excitement building up in you. 

Oh what are you up to, Tyler Galpin.

Time was ticking. Neither on his or your side. He just didn't know it yet.

In the following morning you received a misscall from an unknown number. Father. He never contacts you first. There's nothing he needs that you could provide. It must be about the Hyde. 

Finally.

💲🐖 Put Your Money where your mouth is. Oink. (Female OC x Paypig reader)

• Warnings: Paying behaviour, human ATM, money slave to a femdom, soft femdom, blackmail, non consensual humiliation and soft financial domination, soft bullying, the femdom is my female OC. SFW.

∆ MINORS DNI? Viewer discretion is advised. Safe for work. ∆

Summary: You were going to be owned, completely, financially by a bratty bachelorette who shoves you past your limit and wallet to entertain her at her own party.

🥴 Author's Note: First time writing more humiliation stuff (fun fact I am slightly stressed so gimme your monei) hope it's good guys and happy Halloween!! 1.9k words!💲💲💲And to Yall little cash piggies, send my Kofi or paypal some love and plenty of cash 🥱just do it cause piggies don't get a say so, I do.

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It isn't love at first sight but a deep reverence when you lay eyes on… Her. Lucky for you, you aren't going broke anytime. Famous last words until paycheck day.

"Like, honestly," the redhead woman clicks her tongue, tone deliciously condescending. "I'm doing YOU a favour."

Laura fingers the stack of random dollar bills on the high bar table across from you, taking her sweet time counting all your hard earned cash right in front of your sweat dripping face.

"See how good I'm treating your– Hah!– I mean, it's MY money now. You should practise more gratitude in your life before someone else does it better for you." Like a slave, you find yourself nodding along agreeingly to a woman you barely knew.

She sounds pleased with herself for a second as she mentally totalled the amount in her hands, then a flicker of her smokey gaze sets on you in hardened dissatisfaction and your body shivers in delightful cold sweat. The good kind that buries itself in the lower part of your jeans. You never knew you could be this turned on in your life.

Helplessly, your eyes track her newly bridal manicures combing through the money you tributed her, as she hums along to the song being played overhead, a classic nude shade matching her cocktail dress though tastefully chosen– you know in your heart of hearts that it could've been done better. She could've and should be treated to better things. 

A goddess like her, albeit a not-so-single stranger you just met and got pressured into joining the fun, deserves even more. 

Exaggeratingly you clear your throat to be heard over the surrounding chatter, heart hammering in it when you gesture politely to her hands. "Can I pay for your nails? When you want new ones, of course." 

In nervous wait, you dare not to make eye contact until sensing her sharp gaze on you.

Her electric pink lips purse upwards before she releases a genuine laugh at you, making her abundant auburn curls bounce over her bare shoulders. "Awww how sweet… Oh you would like to, now wouldn't you?"

Laura checks her nails under the soft light like she's assessing how much of your offer is deserving of her acceptance… Not that you would know what a goddess like her is thinking, you could only anxiously (and excitedly) guess in your stuffy seat. 

"Well? Don't waste my precious time, it's nothing like yours." She snaps, one hand tightly gripping the tribute money while she pointedly looks at her empty open palm expectantly and beckoning for more. More of the hidden money in your large pockets.

Hesitantly, with an obvious nervousness at this interaction, you fished out a large crisp bill from your wallet and placed it carefully in her open palm. Hoping the amount would please her.

- $1000 

"Wow… Wooooww, I can't believe you're trying to be a smartass little piggy," Laura scoffs viciously, easily crumbling the bill in her hand to make a show of her point.

The degrading nickname she called you had sent multiple electric waves down to your… growing arousal.

"A thousand dollars isn't nearly enough for the kind of nails I want. I can't believe you tried to trick me, Me. Do you know who I am?!" 

Your mind instantly answers that she is a goddess, unlike your delayed mouth. "N-No?" Crap.

"A worthless virgin piece of shit like you should be bowing to me right now, heck, you should feel grateful for every second you BREATHE in my air. Get down on your knees, pig." There was a slight mutter of disgust beneath her breath as her ruby lips curled in displeasure, sending you to instantly bow forwards and fall onto your knees like a loose Russian doll. 

Her disgust further grew at the sight of your eager and willing display to please her.

No doubt some of the bar patrons' curious gazes skirt to you like, some bubbles of laughter towards your display of obedience while most ignored what was going on. You just became another piece of entertainment for an uncaring and leering audience.

"Hmph. At least you can listen, that's not too bad… But I can't believe you're actually doing this. This is so embarrassing for you, ugh." Laura giggled almost delightfully into her hand after a quick glance down at you by her feet. 

"Now go make yourself a little useful and get me and my girlfriends some bottles."

And you did. The server coming by had to bend down to take your order from your position on the floor, an uncomfortable look from them all the while smiling professionally.

Laura didn't talk to you for the rest of the party, just chit chatting with the ladies and other people with a full glass of bubbly. It was difficult to convince yourself to change sitting positions to relieve the burning numbness in your thighs and legs when you'd sense Laura's overwhelming grey gaze over you as if to check whether or not you listened well. 

The smallest quirk of her auburn eyebrows gave you the feeling while she wasn't exactly pleased- she had approved, even without sparing another word. The tingles across your spine from knowing that was wonderful.

You felt that hours must've passed but in reality the night had just begun.

Excusing herself for the restroom, Laura got off the bar stool and in the process accidentally her heels half-stepping on your thigh, gifting you sharp and hard pain. She let out a laugh as she disappeared to the back of the bar while you swear you could still feel the indent and shape of her stiletto heels.

A cute mousy woman looks down at you with eyes shining in concern before returning her attention to the rest of her drunken friends at the table. "Don't you guys think she's being a little mean to that poor man?" 

The drunkest woman hiccuped and smacked the table, loudly scoffing. "Oh please! He wants to be here, it's his choice- if you were really worried about him then you would've tried to pull us all away from here. But you didn't, so it's not that bad." 

"A pathetic fuck is what that is, the poor guy." Another friend of Laura's laughed snidely, downing a shot from the third round of drinks that you paid for. 

You were just there, an existing humiliation as the conversation continued to flow above your head— soon enough the women forgot about you as more desserts and colourful drinks were served

Meant the lighter your wallet felt, it didn't matter because you loved every throbbing second of it. 

You were becoming Laura's personal walking ATM machine. Disposable.

.   .   .

Sephora shopping sprees with a group of beautiful women sounds like a dream come true, especially when you've been dragged along by Laura every week– it wasn't a problem after the first month or so but she ignored your tiny protests to meet her despite her knowing you had work today. It's not as if she cared about you or your hard-on.

 Nothing stopped her from pressuring you to call in sick like a 'loser pig' while the invisible pressure belted around your neck squeezed pleasurably tighter as Laura verbally forced you to spend more than your consented limit.

Looks like you were going to have to cancel the restaurant reservations for your nieces and nephews or survive off the impending doom of pennies remaining in your bank account.

The only thing you couldn't cancel was the uncomfortably taunt and hardcore boner taped against your inner thigh. An order by Laura and her friends for shits and giggles. 

They never checked to see or asked if you really listened to their words. They didn't need to. 

You know they don't give a shit about you, the fact cementing itself pleasurably in your mind as none of your messages to your mistress received any replies. She only texts you the necessary details, nothing more and you loved it.

— 'Ashlee Avenue. Raven's spa. Tomorrow 4 PM.' 

'Yes, Madame.' The only appropriate response.

.   .   .

But there are unfortunate times where you've made her unhappy. Just to what extent, you were about to find out her wrath. 

On the pristine marble flooring of her bedroom in her shared penthouse. Her fiancè at the pool, lounging under the sun and barely batting an eye when you were ordered around. 

"I'll say this once nicely, piggy, since you're going to be MY pig and anything I own should have somewhat of a brain cell left in their pathetic skulls. Am I right?" Laura's voice viciously echoed in the large room, her auburn hair lit like an intimidating smouldering flame against the entirely white walls and decor.

"Y-Yes, Madame." Instantly you answer obediently.

"Good, good! See you're not so stupid, piggy… Understand this from now onwards, if you aren't making me happy or trying to, then I'm gonna have to be the big bad wolf and blow you away." Laura let out half a cackle at her own joke before collecting her composure and continuing, looking down her sharp nose at your dog seated position in plain judgement.

She slowly lowers herself to a deep squat, serious eyes levelling an inch right above yours as she leans in slightly close, wrinkling her nose at the 'stench' of your pathetic desperation to be fully hers. Her next words almost took you out of consciousness from the shock and pleasurable terror. 

"I'll blow your fucking reputation to the ground by posting about you attempting to fuck me, Mr Assistant manager, an engaged woman. You can say bye bye to your career and family if you even have any. The fucking point is, I'll destroy everything you're apart of and make sure your name is too ruined for you to get back up on your feet—" 

Laura cut herself off for a short intake of breath, playfully glaring at you as if you had tired her mouth. "So if I were you, unless you want your boss finding out about you trying to steal somebody's wife, be ready to oink whenever I call for you. It's simple instructions just like opening that big fat wallet of yours for me, don't you agree, little piggy?"

"Y..Yes—" Her glare narrowed on you in warning. "— Uh, oink. Oink!" 

Your brain must've fried itself on the high dosage of dopamine and horniness as you realised you were sounding out the words instead of making the actual noises a pig would. It was pathetic either way, your attempts too.

"Oh you can do better than that, I know you can." She tutted, smug in her absolute power over you. "But… practice does make perfect. Animals like you need to remember their place. Now next time oink louder, cheap piggy." 

For her, you did. 

🐖🐖🐖

Within the year, you've 20 000 dollars tributed to your Mistress. Everything was worth it but nobody could ever find out about the true degenerate that you are.

"Piggy piggy," a lazy beach-themed manicure hand beckons you to come closer on all fours towards the edge of the swaying hammock, the rough sand beneath grinding painfully into your bare knees and palms as you did your best efforts to oink despite the delicious exhaustion.

Laura admires her nails under the bright sunlight and barely acknowledged you, as your nose caught the faintest whiff of the expensive feminine perfume you've bought for her clinging onto her slightest tanned skin. "You still got your savings right?" 

"Oink oink oink!" You hoped your voice conveyed an eager 'yes.' 

"Good, good. You'd be even more useless to me if you're penniless so soon. I've drained one of your wallets high and dry huh?" She laughs without a care in the world, as she should.

"Oink oink!!!"

Yes, Mistress. 

End.

my kink is seeing money go into my bank account

Oooo omg 🥺😳😳 Love the pregnancy part, just wow–

Baby Addams.

Pairing: MaleWednesday x reader.

Warning: Mention of kidnapping, Mention of forced marriage, pregnancy, Yandere Male Wednesday. Gomez and Morticia from 1991. (poor transition Spanish and Italian) If you speak any of these languages feel free to correct me nicely thank you.

Summary: You were Wednesday's wife, with a baby on the way. (sorry summary sucks)

A/n: This is inspired by the story Yandere male Wednesday , by @teresalace I asked her permission so yea. Check out the story.

Three years, since you met Wednesday, Three years, since he took you away from everything you knew, Three years since you were married into the Addams family, and finally Wednesday had got what he wanted like he always did. You were pregnant, carrying a new addition to your husband's family. Gomez and Morticia were overjoyed about the news.

It was a dim, gloomy morning, and the massive black blanket lay on your growing stomach "Mi alma, wake up." a monotone voice whispered in your ear as you slowly opened your eyes, his plump lips kissed your shoulder, tracing down your arm to your wedding ring, sweet nothing whisper in Italian in Wednesday's normal deadpan voice "My parents are coming." he said getting out of the king bed.

You sighed and sat up as best as you can with a six-month baby bump, the room was dark in aesthetic and semi-normal, with hints of white and a little red amongst the black. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the large custom guillotine that hung above the bed, which luckily was unable to move, You had to convince and seduce Wednesday for that to happen.

Getting up from bed was somewhat difficult, but you managed to waddle to your shared walking closet, black and bright, warm colors were separated down the middle of the metal bar. You quickly showered and threw on a blue maternity dress, earrings to match, and a necklace. The walk downstairs was a little hard even when Wednesday helped, your home was gothic victorian style like your in-laws but less big. Swords, old timely guns, and torture devices littered the walls as while as mirrors, the rugs were dead animals. The furniture was you guessed black and white with red, and some armor and statues stood around the living room.

You both headed to the kitchen, It was a modern kitchen that your husband allowed you to decorate the only rule? It had to be in his aesthetic which you took. Wednesday leads you to the kitchen island and helped you onto the dark wooden counter stool "Good morning Wednesday" you smiled at him tiredly ready to break the silence "Yes, it is quite a bad morning today." he hummed and sat a glass of water down in front of you and began to make you breakfast. Despite being tricked into this marriage he was a good husband dare you say the best, Yes his..well him, he never made you feel unloved and was surprisingly romantic. The apple didn't fall that far from the tree, though he wasn't over-expressive with his displays of affection. A loud shriek rang out making you jump "I hate that doorbell." you whispered as took a bit of your breakfast that he put down. "I will get it, Mi Alma" he walked out of the kitchen to the front door, Wednesday inhaled, and opened the door. His dad held a brown box and his mother smiled at him "Our boy." She cooed, opening her arms in a grand gesture "Mother, Father. It is a displeasure to see you." Wednesday acknowledged looking boredly between his parents then sharply turned and walked back to the kitchen, Gomez and Morticia headed to the living room the door eerily closing behind them.

You swallowed the last bit of food when Wednesday walked in "Come." he offered his arm, you locked your arm his and hopped off the stool.

"There's the woman who stole our son's black, dead heart and hunts his every tortured thought!" Gomez exclaimed loudly as you walked into the living room, earning a threatening "Father." from Wednesday which Gomez ignored. "Hello dear." Morticia gracefully walked to you, almost appearing to be floating "How far along now?" She asked smiling at you "Six mouths." You smiled back "We wanted to give you this." She looked back at Gomez who held up the box "Shell we look through it together?" She asked pulling you away from Wednesday and to the floor where Gomez sat the box. Morticia opened it and took out stuff one by one "Here's Wednesday Teddy when he was just a little boy." She cooed and passed you a black teddy with stitches, the head ripped off "Cute.." you grimace, sitting it beside you. She pulled out kid-sized knives and swords "Oh this was his favorite toy!" She pulls out a toy guillotine, big enough to chop off a finger or a Barbie's head. 'So the obsession started during childhood. great.' you stared at it hopelessly.

"Son." Gomez touched Wednesday's shoulder both of them watching their wives interact with each other one with joy and the other hiding her disdain poorly. Gomez only got a side-eye look from his son, letting his father know he was listening, eyes back onto you "Let's talk." Gomez pat Wednesday's back and walked across the living to the hallway. Wednesday huffed and walked out.

"What do you so desperately need to talk about?" Wednesday stared his father down, wanting to be back within your essence "Son..are you sure she's the one for you? She doesn't scream...Addams material." "Are you saying you disapprove of her?" "Not exactly-" "Because if you are," Wednesday took a step closer to the older Addams "You will never see me or my children. She is my every soul, she cut open my heart and made me bleed for her. I would walk through heaven and back to please her. I would kill for her," his eyes narrowed "Even if it means you." a pregnant silence fell upon the two. If it was a cartoon you would be able to see a row of dots typing above their heads. Gomez grinned and shook his son back and foe "You have truly found your own Morticia!" he laughed, swung his arm around the tensed Wednesday and walked back into the room.

You yawned as laid back into the bed, your in-laws stayed until the dark of the night arrived. Though weird they were a joy to be around, the love they shared, you had wished for since you were little you had got it from a man who rarely showed emotion but love doesn't have to be over the top, love could be quiet yet meaningful and coming from someone like your husband. It was more special.

"Are you ready Mi alma?" Wednesday asked, pulling you into his embrace, his chin resting on your head, you tried nodded as the lights of the room were turned off by themselves, in the stillness of the dark and at the edge of sleep you whispered a "Te amo." Wednesday allows his lips to curl upward just a bit in the safety of the night "Ti amo"

Transition

Mi alma.

My soul.

Te amo.

I love you.

Ti amo.

I love you in Italian.

🐸 Prince Naveen x Female Reader (NSFW) 🚩 (smut)

💃Happy marital life after the wedding~

▪︎Words: 2110

▪︎Warnings: Teasing, Cunninglingus, Naveen going down on reader on the dinnertable.

😭💕 Wrote this two weeks ago, I'm getting more comfortable with smut writing. Hope y'all enjoy! This is my second instalment of the 'Disney x reader' series 😁 first was Prince Philip. Please enjoy!

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Cooking is a part of your love language, anything to do with taking good care of your loved ones never tires you out.

Firmly handling a long wooden spoon, you swirled through a bubbling pot of gumbo, nice and slow in the thick stew. The rich meaty mixed vegetables flavor filled the entire kitchen, every breath you'd take in would be a delicious meal as you hummed a jazz tune to yourself. 

Even from afar, there was a lovely shine on your slightly sweaty skin casted down from the golden crystal lights fixed to the ceiling. Popping your hips out to every few beats of the boiling pot you continuously stirred. Oh, you couldn't wait to eat right after your husband comes back from his music band, dinner always tasted better with a loved one. 

.   .   .

Click. 

Right on time, you heard the soft thud of the front door knob opening and a faint scuffle of shoes being taken off. At that familiar sound, a happy tingly feeling rose from your stomach, not just because you were starting to feel a little peckish but you were looking forward to seeing someone...

A pair of muffled footsteps led towards the kitchen and gave you a lovely surprise.

Hearing a low melodic whistle from behind, you instantly smile and throw back a glance over your shoulder. "Oh you're absolutely glowing, my evangeline. Glowing!" Naveen said enthusiastically, leaning his side against the doorway, his sparkling teeth and wide smile never failing to lift the tiredness within you from a good day's work, his princely presence alone cheering your spirits.

Your lips spread into a loving warm smile as a chuckle rose out of you. "Why thank you, Naveen, you're looking more handsome than usual." And goodness gracious he really was, wearing sleek long pants with that favourite white polo shirt of his, the sleeved clumsily rolled up at the elbows and revealing his firm arms crossed over each other. Emphasizing the muscles there, like he was barely containing himself from springing his arms around you. 

"Of course, of course. It is both a burden and a treat to be as unbelievably handsome as I am~" He eagerly ran a hand through his luscious hair and kept it behind his head, posing unashamedly for your eyes. Never failing to reel chuckles and laughter out of you, anytime and any day.

“Uh huh, right. It must be so hard for you, baby.”

He nodded in an exaggerating fashion. "It IS very hard to have a beautiful person such as yourself by my side…” His eyes shut as he loudly breathed in the air, pausing dramatically. “Mmmmm, it smells delicious… Absolutely divine." His eyes reopened and stayed on you like a target, hardly sparing a glance to your side where the stew you cooked was. "Why don't we get comfortable and…” 

“-And miss out on dinner? Naveen, we best keep our stomachs full before anything else.” You lightly said, a scolding tone as you shook your head for good measure at his teasing expression. 

Putting down the wooden spoon on a plate, you heard a deep, almost mischievous chuckle. 

"Oh, I know a way to get full…" 

As if he couldn't wait any longer, Naveen gleefully leapt and wrapped his strong arms around you, lifting you off your feet with little effort as you yelped being brought out of the kitchen, his grip slightly crushing your breasts and you grumbled when your toes barely grazed the ground. 

Like a floating water lily unable to move as easily against rippling water, you felt like you were floating as he carried you onto the dining table. 

"Naveen–" Before any protest could come out of your mouth, his lips mashed into yours and sent your body an explosion of tingles to course through.

Not wanting to fall, you had your hands propped behind you on the table surface and continued the harmonic kiss as his warm firm hands fondled the fleshiness of your thighs for his own pleasure. Inching higher and higher towards your hips, massaging gently as his hands dipped underneath the elastics of your underwear and tugged downwards.

Any and all protest disappeared from your mind when a breeze flowed by as your underwear was gone, and you heard a slip of fabric followed by an undone belt falling to the floor. 

"I've been looking forward to this meal, princess." His mouth latched to the sensitive nub, with little pressure at first while his fingers rubbed and probed around your vulva in lazy circles to get you worked up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer for better pleasure.

And it was working.

Round and round your labia, working up a slow rhythm that build up a delicious heat in your tightening core, but his chuckles added a cherry on top vibration onto that

It didn't take long with the help of his fingertips, like the skilled musician that he is, played you like a fiddle to spur on your release, your tensed thighs relaxing around his head, an audible sigh of relief letting out from you.

Wow…

"So, how was it, (Name)?" 

A slightly sweatier Naveen smirked sweetly up at you, breathing a little heavier, his long tongue running over his glistening wet lips in a smug fashion as if he was savoring your taste and to get a reaction out of you.  

You wheezed out an answer with a dazed smile, weakly rolling your eyes at his display, trying to glance down to his handsome face in a pearly sheen from the sweat. 

"Very… Very satisfied." 

That would be enough for a long while until the next time you'll make love with him.

"Then I'm about to do it again," his happy response was swift like his readied tongue when he dove back down in between your thighs, to your dripping entrance, continuing his expert strokes and rapid flicks on your vulva. 

Hardly appearing to be exhausted though you were sure his jaw would've been sore and aching now as his flicking tongue twisted and turned in so many different angles you never knew was possible, worked another explosive orgasm out of you. 

 Your curling toes, calves tensed as he never stopped his tired tongue from lapping up your juices. 

"Ah. I-I already came," half-mewls kept slipping from your lips. "You can rest," you breathed hard and heavy and called out to the head deep in-between your thighs, your fingers interlaced with his dark locks of hair tugging a little to get his attention. "Naveen!"

"I'll stop once you've begged for more~" Now that isn’t fair, that logic of his never helps you at all and he knows that! What a greedy prince.

"Please, don't give me more," you gasped at his sped up tonguing, like adding firewood to a burning furnace. He kept firing you up.

"Naveen! I won't kiss you today if you don't take a break," you grumbled a warning, sweating like rain, meaning every word you said.

Hearing you, he paused, cool puffs of breath closely fanning over your slit and making you twitch but giving you a chance to take in a proper deep breath. 

"Fine by me, princess– I'll just kiss your other lips, they look more lonely." The pounding in your chest intensified as your hands clenched onto the table edge, mentally you weren't prepared for his determination in peppering you in ravenous affection.

His tongue resumed drawing all over your intimates, specially licking up any essence of your obvious arousal glistening under the chandelier lights like a pearl.

"From my glorious time being a frog, I have learned to never underestimate what nature can teach you." He added before lowering his entire face down, your hips involuntarily jolting at feeling the sudden pleasures multiplying the second his lips began to kiss your very clit, no doubt swollen from his previous workings.

Almost making you feel jealous of your own…. Self. 

Then came his tongue. Oh gosh, his tongue! 

It penetrated your stickiness, lava hot, made you squirm involuntarily on the edge of the dinner table. Twisting and turning inside of you skillfully, inch by inch, scissoring you while his fingers prodded around your labia teasingly like he didn't know what to do.

Pleasurable torture is the only way you could describe it as you breathed in through gritted teeth, eyes barely focusing on the chandelier above, your shaky hand pulling onto a tuff of his hair gently.

Every time you even tried to move away from his tongue, his other hand slipped around your waist and secured you in place while his silken tongue kept dancing along your inner walls, his soft lips brushing against your lower ones.

He was french kissing you in another way, gosh. And you were so weak to him.

Finally, your whole body froze and shuddered as you climaxed, locking Naveen's face against your slick for a few seconds until your limbs slackened. 

A quiet gasp for air came from below you before a small burst of laughter came.

Both of you needed a moment to breathe deeply, your face flushed in a light sheen of sweat, which was laughable in comparison to Naveen's overly pleased smirk as he rose to his feet, his chest equally as heaving as yours. 

Another comfortable moment passed by.

I… really appreciated it. You didn't have to do this so soon, Naveen…" You caressed his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing his cheekbone, watching the warm dark skin turn shades darker beneath... And your wetness shining around his mouth.

He smiled in full satisfaction and leaned into your touch, his blushing never gets old, you knew he really was a sucker for compliments especially from you. "But I really enjoyed it, thank you, honey."

"Oh believe me, it was my pleasure, darling." Yeah you believed him, a certain hard poke at your thigh from below his waistband reminded you that it's going to be your turn to satisfy him.

"Well, It's about time I give you a reward," you smiled wide teasingly, slowly unbuttoning your shirt underneath the apron, his eyes sparkled, you could almost hear his anticipating excitement, following every inch of exposed skin before your apron blocked him. "But first, dinner. I made some good o' gumbo, and we should eat it while it's piping hot." You said smoothly, pushing yourself off the table and stabilizing on wobbly legs.

Naveen laughed out hard and rubbed his belly, joking. "I think I've already eaten plenty—" Oh the gull on this man.

"—Oh no you don't, fun comes later, I will not let you be with an empty stomach no matter how 'full' you say you are. Now come on, honey." You gently cut him off with reddened cheeks, shaking your head in disapproval at him. "There will be no skipping dinner while I'm here, not on my watch." 

He jokingly rolled his eyes when you placed a hand on his hard chest and lightly pushed him for you so you'd be able to get unstuck between him and the dinning table. 

Smiling, he let you push him to the side as you sauntered into the kitchen, him naturally following you to provide some help in bringing out the plates and utensils to the table. Teamwork always sped things up.

Using two hand towels to grab the hot handles of the still boiling pot, you heaved it onto a pre-prepared thick cloth on the dining table. Naveen already set up the soup bowls for both you and him, large plates and tall glasses for water. All that's left was to bring out the fluffy rice and dinner would be served at last.

Out of nowhere, your husband nervously blurted out as you were about to sit down. "I love you, my princess, I adore you." His glimmering eyes seemed to stare straight into your soul and captured your love all over again.

You paused mid-way and smiled lovingly, "I'd say the same in a heartbeat if I wasn't starving, but I do too. I love you, Naveen." 

And just like that, both you and him leaned in over the dining table and kissed briefly... Which turns into one long smooch, leading to three then the loud rumbling of his stomach interrupted the moment right on cue. He sheepishly grinned, "guess I'd better eat before loving."

"My stomach agrees," you giggled, the powerful smell of the gumbo stew making your mouth salivate, and you weren't the only one, looking at Naveen eyeing the soup across from you. 

Dinner that evening was a lovely overflow of laughter, praises, conversations and much later a lot of fun loving. 

😳🥵🥵 Wish I was Starlight so bad right there and then ..... Watching the boys right now on, at episode 7 so far– can't wait to write a fic of Homelander

Hey, I was wondering if I can do a yandere male Wednesday fanfic inspired by yours?

I wanted to see if that was okay by you, I would of course credit you.

🎉😚 Of course!!! Go ahead, no need to ask for my permission, super excited to read your fanfic!!! ^•^

🫵Egyptian Nights- My practice comic 🥹Pls check it out! Enjoy the trashiness of it

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Egyptian Nights - Teresa Lace (Practice comic)

🤕(This is just my 2nd practice comic- everything is trashy on purpose <3) 'A convenient arrangement between a god a...

Ok I'm in the mood for any sexy fanfic about Disney Guy characters I don't know why I just am especially the ones who are very good looking such as the beast Eric Prince Philip John Smith John Rolfe and Hercules and Prince Naveen and Aladdin and li shang I don't know why they're just very handsome and sexy as hell 🥵😏 please do forgive me for saying this also please be safe

😜🤠 I was in the middle of writing other stuff but saw your message and boom, inspiration- I really enjoyed writing this and hope it's sexy and yall enjoy! 😜I might write more~ • Art does not belong to me. This is smut, no other warnings except usage of words : Length & staff. • Words: 1.2k

Prince Philip x Gender Neutral Reader (Marital bliss)💋

Morning air felt more magical than ever since the wedding. 

The sunshine pouring in, the gentle flowing of lace curtains and tweeting of insistent birds flying in through the high windows, every morning in the grand bedroom would bring about an indescribable joy waking you up without a hitch. What especially overjoyed your heart laid asleep right next to you tangled in the sheets on the velvety plump bed, a dashing boyish face with thin petal lips and fluffy brown hair- softer than any bear's fur- you'd comb if he hadn't been sleeping peacefully. You sigh on your side of the plush pillow. 

Very content in watching him sleep as the sunlight peeked through the curtains and flashed over his pale delicate features, your eyes following the brightness sliding down the slim mounds of his defined chest before going over the rest of the plum-shade sheets covering both your and his bare bodies. Oh how much you adored him. 

Your prince deserved some sleep after last night's tiring hunt. 

CHIRP. CHIRP. 

Zipping past your sight in the air were songbirds, in blues and pinks, singing away in loud melodies you didn't wish to hear for once— you whispered at them and gestured at the window with a hand—hoping they would retire and that all the sounds wouldn't wake your husband. It may have been too late as you hear a heavenly groan from your close side. 

Your prince was stirred from sleep by the chirps. The birds became silent like they had planned this.

"Oh, good- good morning, my beloved." He fluttered awake, honey-brown eyes glittering in the light, blinking around in a daze until they found and settled on you with loving ease. 

Sleep washing away from his face as he smiled warmly, dreamy so your lips curled to mirror him.

If you weren't under a love spell before, you are now from the moment his gentle voice called out to you. 

"Philip, good morning. Are you feeling better now?" You asked, as always the first thing you do.

He shifted in the sheets comfortably, turning his more exposed body to the side fully to face me. 

"Oh, I feel better than ever,'' he sighed, still smiling bright as you felt a wiggling hand from underneath the sheets crawl up the hill of your hips and rest there. You held back a sound in your throat as you closed your eyes and enjoyed his warm hold on your skin. Ever since the wedding, you discovered this prince was really insatiable when he awoke— But you loved it, your body buzzing in anticipation for what's to come next.

You couldn't help telling him your worry, "what if the maids or someone hears us?" The day right after a hunt usually meant the servants and people were busied and going about in the halls. 

"My truest love," your eyes instantly opened to that sweet voice calling you by an even sweeter nickname. "How could you be so adorable, to worry for others when they only come at the ring of a bell. We are free to be with each other as we like," his gentle hand began rubbing your hip and trekking backwards to your buttocks. 

He was right. You and Philip were free to do as you both pleased as only the two of you shared the second grandest bedroom in the castle. Who would dare intrude on your honeymoon days?

As his hand carefully fondled one buttcheek, a pleased sound escaped your lips. Philip was convincing you by the second, not that you'd say no to receiving his immense love.

It felt like only the two of you were there in the whole world when looking around the enormous bed, in the center of the spacious and tall decorated room where echoes can't reach. Both of you had your own little castle within the castle. . . 

"Will that be a yes, lovely?" With his handsome face drawn close, a light pink of excitement clouding his slim cheeks, glowing honeyed eyes staring deep into you now as if asking for permission. 

You grinned and obliged happily, "oh, Philip, yes." 

That was all he wanted to hear for him to unleash his hunger, expertly rolling on top of you in a blink of an eye. You recognized the hunter's look as he massaged both your hips and lowered his lips to your sensitive ear, starting tiny kisses trailing a delicious path of shivers down your jaw, down the center of your vulnerable throat and bare chest. There he was enjoying himself for too long at touching and licking your nipples. You glanced down and spotted his rising staff, reddened and beautifully his. 

He stayed mezmorized at groping your chest for another moment and you protested. Impatient at his teasing, you grabbed his surprised face in your hands and pulled him up into a long passionate kiss, spurring a growing fire inside you needing to be quenched.

Your lips parted from Philip's for air as he chuckled at your eagerness, fluffy brown hair now matted to his forehead with sweat. Even still, with the way he always gazed at you full of adoration and peace, he looked so beautiful. And now he looked ready.

Raising your legs above his waist, the sheets slipped off the bed as he stood on his knees and bent over you, and instinctively your arms wrapped around his strong smooth back.

"I-I love you," he said in soft whispers, positioning himself to safety enter his length into your body.

You moaned out as he rubbed himself painfully slow upon your entrance, heating your body to a fiery trembling mess. "Oh I love you as well, please, Philip!"

At that cry, he pushed himself into you, slow and pausing to allow you to relax around him before repeating this until he was entirely inside you. Long and thickening as moments go by, he hadn't moved until you did, his eyes shut and breathing heavy like you. His desire for you is as potent as yours for him.

He began moving with purpose, while you cried out in happiness, his swollen pink lips muttered your name over and over as he kept filling you again and again. 

Keeping you so full of him as you did in his heart, unforgettable and forever there.

Pure blinding bliss as his strong body and yours fit together, moved as one slow and soft before it didn't feel enough. You grew breathless and so he as thrusts after powerful thrusts drove deep into you, and in return you focused on clenching down on him, his hot member fulfilling your every bubbling needs and you welcoming every drop of love within. 

He gasped into your neck, sucking hard and biting the skin to attempt quieting his peeking moans. "Oh perfect, (Name), how are you such a perfect dream come true." 

You thought the same for him but you swallowed, voice too worn out from letting out all those noises in the course of making love.  

Slowly, with feather-like touch, Philip pulled away from your arms reluctantly then collapsed beside you on the bed. Exhaustion wearing both you and him but when you look over at him, he mustered the energy to give you a tired dashing smile as you still felt him throbbing within you.

You smiled lovingly back.

Gentle breathing amidst the songs of morning. Neither of you wishing to be apart, entangled legs and bodies joined together in loving bliss, laying there warm underneath the beaming sun.

 It was also last time the loud chirping of birds disturbed you for the day as they quietly flew out of the window, leaving you and Philip slipping off to dreams in each other's comfort and true love's embrace. 

THE END~

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🥵The Bastard Takes You Home (Courtin Cowboys the bastard x G.N Reader)

• Words: 4.2k

• Triggers: Usage of word Member, non consensual humping, In the woods, Minor spoilers, Ditzy reader

Author notes: WHere's the bastard x reader fics at?🍳👄🍳Back from My long ass hiatus and now it's studying season for abit, going to work on unfinished stuff for yall, hope you enjoy guys! (tho this isn't the most satisfactory story I've written so far personally 🥴🥴 Or maybe I wasn't in the mood anymore) As always, minors beware AND SUPPORT @ffishstickks COURTIN COWBOYS!!!

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It's 1863 and you're on a journey with an old friend to the western town of Summerfair.

Luckily or not for your incredibly charming friend, they managed to win every heart from left, right and center while you were settling down and becoming a decent inn's cook. Last thing you heard from your dear friend, landing themselves in some love scuffle before ending up with a dopey shepherd, was having an all lovey dovey time in that barn. . . 

The clink of a beer infront of you pulled you from your thoughts, full and chilly when you grabbed it.

Downing it immediately, the noisy world around you came bubbling back to life. The bar, ever so lively with patrons chatter and piano tunes, made you feel less alone. 

"Thanks bartender," you smiled with a bright buzz, "I'll cook you up something good next time for the free drinks." HIC.

You stood from the bar seat. A solemn head nod from the bartender bids you farewell.  

Out of the saloon you went, a pleasant buzzing throughout your body, still in the middle of the quiet town.

Just as you walked a step to balance yourself, something below stopped you. Looking down at the ground by your shoe, you couldn't believe it!

You picked up the 100 coin pieces, quickly pocketing it into your pouch and gave it a pat. A cheerful smile making it's way on your derpy face.

What a good omen! 

Maybe it could mean it's time for you to find somebody to spend the rest of your days with. Good omens don't always come your way. 

.   .   .

Hah, what funny things were you thinking now, the sun has barely set. 

The loneliness must've begun to sink in after overhearing a married patron brag about one of the multiple lovely times he's had in the saloon. Oh how suddenly you wished to be living in those romantic stories, to be the one held sweetly underneath moonlight and stars. 

It would be so nice, you thought wistfully.

In your slightly drunken walk down town, head high in the clouds, you smacked right into a charming familiar face who you haven't seen in a while of a week.

"(Name)! Great timing, I've got so much to tell you– What are you doing daydreaming outside the inn– you'll get all sweaty and red." Not waiting another second or for a response, they dragged your bubbly-self into the shelter of the inn. 

Your body felt cooler already, calming you down as both you and your friend plopped on the reception seats. The buzz in your blood slowly going away. 

HIC. 

"Thanks, buddy," you pushed down an incoming burp from ruining whatever you wanted to say. "Thought you were busy loving that Shepherd."

"I was, just LAST night." They chuckled, looping their arm around yours. "But never too busy to visit my dearest friend, so tell me, what's gotten you looking so glum? I hope this town hasn't bored you yet." Oh no this town was the most exciting thing to you since you weren't close to anyone besides your friend and the friendly inn keeper (who provides rare ingredients for your cooking per request), barely boring but then again you were simple to entertain.

The one and only friend loyal enough to stay with you through hard times while disappearing into thin air when not needed. The friend you needed right now to make a life-changing decision, drunk as can be.

HIC.

"I've been wanting to settle down you know. Maybe in this town or the next one, I don't wanna keep–" A large burp from your guts interrupted your heart-to-heart talk.

"Burping?" Your friend teasingly finished the sentence.

"–Being alone after a long day."  You breathed out a sigh as they watched, sobering up slowly. "It sounds nice enough to imagine having somebody to go back home to." You hoped you didn't sound ungrateful to them but it just isn't the same anymore, you couldn't always rely on your friend for emotional support. Both of you knew that. 

A short pause. 

Giving their earnest attention to you, your dear friend pulled your hands into their lap and held them. "I truly hope you find what you're looking for, (Name), take  your time and see what or who life can surprise you with!" 

When they comfort you like this and talk sweetly, it's no surprise they've got the whole town smitten for them in an instant. Even though you were generally known as their best friend, it still came with some advantages– free drinks sometimes– and more if the time of day was right. You were proud to have a wonderful friend like them and hope to have an equally amazing partner too. 

Wishing that day came sooner.

"(Name)," their voice brought you back to earth and to a pair of concerned eyes. "I think you need to down a cup of water or two, you must've had too many drinks." 

Smiling unashamedly, "only one but guilty." Your answer was followed by a snort response from them. 

Your friend's eyes twinkled like an idea popped in. "I'll tell you what, after you have some water, why don't we go fishing together? Might as well when the weather is lovely and the sun is still out." You took a brief minute to think. Fishing wasn't the most fun activity, you've tried before and preferred to buy your fishy ingredients from the market but with your friend as company? It started sounding not too bad of a plan.

"Hmm. Alright, let's do it," you agreed, shrugging. What could possibly go wrong other than feeling boredom and being sprayed with water or slapped by some fins if unlucky. They cheered loudly and shook your hands together in theirs, earning a glance from the ever-smiley handsome inn keeper.

"Don't you worry, it'll be fun!" They grinned enthusiastically, getting to their feet and pulling you up along. "A warning, you'll need some patience and a strong grip because some of those fishes are slippery fellows." Too late to back out now when you heard that. 

"Great. I could use a challenge now and then," was what you said until both you and your practically beaming friend left the inn, following the forest path and arriving at a creek they discovered in the woodside of the town. 

Fresh minty breezes, vibrant greenery and shrubs surrounded you in every inch though you didn't expect for the fishing spot to be at an unimpressive small creek. 

"This place is where I usually fish! You can even forage some of them delicious berries if you walk a bit and turn right." They squeal showing you, delighted and setting down their basket full of fishing supplies near the creek edge, not too close to be worrisome.

Its deep and calm blue waters glittered in the sunlight while both you and your friend settled down on the flat grassy patches (that you assume have been made by their many trips here), under the cool shades of the forest. 

Curious, you stared at the creek then asked them. "If you've been fishing here a lot of times then there's no way there'd be any fish left, right?" They turned their head to face you, giggling as if you said something funny, pointing to the basket.

"You'll see, (Name). Just give it a try and wait, this town never seems to run short of anything. Really." That felt like they weren't referring to the fish anymore but something else entirely you couldn't understand. 

Moving on from that before the small talk ate away the remaining time before sunset, you and them began unpacking stuff, each person equipped with a sturdy, metal fishing pole in both hands. Looking back at the waters then to the wriggling worm on the hook of your fishing pole, some part of you doubted this would work and be a waste of time. 

Sure you couldn't see through into those unclear waters but could there really be fish swimming in there? 

The answer, a shocking yes with a side of boots and weeds. 

No kidding patience was important, you fished more junk than actual fish whereas your friend beside you managed to capture the most. 

"Really wasn't expecting this much fish, wow," you exclaimed at the sight of the bucket full to the brim with a colorful variety of fish, some you've never seen before in all your years of cooking. 

"What did I tell ya?" They set side their fishing pole, grinning, barely a drop of sweat on their shining face.

"You were right." 

"Psh, of course I'm right," they teased, leaning against a tree. "Told you to go exploring the town some time, there's plenty of surprises to experience. But a word of caution, don't go exploring at night. There's nothing much to see than maybe a pervert here and there doing their business."

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Everything was peaceful, with your friend relaxing beside the full bucket, you laid on your side on the soft cool grass, bare feet pointed towards the creek. 

"Remind me to bring more buckets next time we go fishing," you slurred, lips slowing down in movement.

"Hah, will do, (Name)." Their giggles fading into the breezes.

Gentle rustling of bushes lulled you to doze away and drape your eyes from the world, no longer hearing the shrills from the birds overhead. 

It felt like nothing could ruin this perfect day. So you decided to fall asleep, waving off your persistent friend to go on back without you, trusting that they would leave some fish behind for tonight. Though fishing alone wasn't fun, they were right about the weather being lovely, almost too lovely to not take a nap.  .  .

Unfortunately the short nap you originally intended for, lengthened to an hours long coma. Only when the sudden burst of froggy croaks and loud crickets chirp disturbed your sleep, did you realize the sun had been replaced by the brightest full moon. 

You hugged your form, waves after waves of chills beginning to settle in your bones. 

That was one dangerous nap, to be waking up at near midnight in the woods. Nope, you got to head back to the inn and fast.

Rustle. Rustle.

Instinctively you held your breath, paused in the middle of pushing yourself off the bitter-cold ground. It could just be the wind? Or an insect hopping about. Yeah, yeah it must be. 

Convincing yourself that it was nothing, no, it had to be nothing, was a tough feat but somehow you managed to carefully get up. 

The tip of your shoes accidentally kicking over something nearby, oh- it was the bucket of fish! How nice of your friend to not leave you without some company. 

It was too dark though, you put aside the urge to bring along the bucket and opted to only placing it in your spot. Hope the fishes wouldn't spoil at sunrise. 

Then off you went, towards the inn.  .  .

There was a small problem in your navigation skills when everywhere you turned to appeared to have the same vaguely shaped trees, it was black as the night sky above too but fortunately you walked out of the creek area. 

You think the hard ground beneath your shoes feel familiar, that is, until mud and softer patches of soil messed with your senses. Great, you stood there in silent frustration.

Maybe you should've explored the woods like your friend suggested before as now you surely were lost. Not that it was their fault for leaving you behind. 

Rustle.

.   .   .

RUSTLE. RUSTLE. 

Louder now, you heard it, the rough shaking of bushes close by. Your heart pounded. 

That wasn't nothing. 

Loud enough to freeze you in place, just as you looked in the source's direction– 

Something heavy tackled you to the ground from behind, the side of your face smashing against dirt and mud as that thing landed on your back.

–Oh no, bear. A huge bear in these woods and no warning signs in sight about it?! Your friend would've told you, scratch that, would've not even mentioned fishing had there been a wild animal–

"Grrrrr." 

Hot air fanned the nape of your neck as it sniffed you over like you were its next meal. 

Frozen and taking in shallow breaths, your mind was focusing too hard on the sharpness of its talons pressing against your arms. Almost warning you to stay still, not that you could successfully struggle against its monsterous weight before being crushed to death.

Wait, did bears know how to cage people? 

"Grrrr," its breath leaned down and edged the curve of your ears. Please get it over with, you were awaiting, hopeful for, a quick and painless death at this point.

Panting over you, in the silver of moonlight you caught a side-glance at the wild animal or at what you initially assumed to be that had you pinned down. 

It was no animal but a humongous bare chest man, canines glinting as he grinned down at you.

Long shaggy pitch black hair that resembled fur than human hair, earthy toned skin that faded to an inky black down his forearms. 

Was half of his body covered in mud? 

Ah, your neck ached from trying to get a better view of him. Surely even a beast of a man like himself would help if you explained yourself, right? 

"Uh– excuse me, sir." Huffing, he dragged his gaze from your body to your eyes as you managed to turn your face with small relief. 

"I uh just went fishing and lost my way from the pathway to town, could you please help?" It never hurt to attempt for anything but you had a moment of regret as the stretching silence that followed was less than helpful. 

His claws, or sharp nailed hands, shifted from your holding down your arms and now dug into the sides of your waist. Maybe he didn't intend for it to be painful but his weight wasn't one bit comfortable.

"Heh." 

Low and rusty, the beast, ops you meant, man let out a gut-busting laugh before removing his weight on top of you. Finally you could gasp for a lungful of air, for how long you laying there for the former freezing soil under you felt warm. 

The man hadn't spoken anything but It must be a good sign! 

"Oh thank you, sir!" Just as you gathered strength to push yourself up, a big hand forced you down hard. Admittedly it wasn't your first time dealing with an unexpected kissing to the ground. 

Thankfully none of the mud or dirt made in your mouth but why on earth did he? 

"Uh sir, weren't you going to let me go?"

A mightier growl escaped from him, showing teeth this time around, scaring you in place as your voice gave out. Again. 

In that second, you remembered this man was no friend, a practically nude stranger who roamed the woods, clearly not dressed to make any good impression. But at least you were given some breathing room, so he wasn't evil. You think. 

Another low growl, this one directly over your head. 

Staying silent became the best option. 

He must've sensed something changed as the sound of him sniffing you grew louder, stopped, and with an unimaginable swiftness you heard an audible long rip in your outfit. 

Chilly air instantly flooded the areas where fabric used to be, your skin felt sensitive. Your eyes flew wide, more opened and shocked, heart trembling at the noise.

RIPPPPPPP. 

Another long tear by no doubt his claws. Oh no no no, your poor overalls, your trousers! 

Your thoughts sizzled, face flushing when his claw-like hands ran down your exposed skin, like in search of something– 

The jingle of coins startled you. No, oh no, he was aiming for your money all along! 

In horror, you watched as he picked a few coin pieces out of your pouch and pocketed it somewhere, tossing your still full pouch away out of the moonlight.

Your fear changed to actual frustration. The nerve of him! To be robbing you in broad moonlight, why, you ought to teach him a lesson and give him a good head smacking. . . If only he didn't have his hand and knee pressing down on your back.

 .  .   .

Wait a second, you felt his knees shift near your legs. Then finally in your delayed mind, you came to a terrifying realization that the hard thing pushing against your lower back was most likely a gun– 

"Uh sir! Please let me get up, surely you're satisfied?" You spoke in a pleasing tone, trying to move a tiny bit under his body weight. Heart thumping.

 He had better be satisfied after taking a piece of your precious money. 

He didn't move off you. Still staying there on top of you, sniffing? Looking around the moonlit forest as if he had forgotten your existence being squashed beneath him. The cold ground painfully pebbling your nipples against the ground, evident of how long you had been in that darn position.

"H-Hey! Could you please get off–" Something hot and stiff poked at your waistline, long and harder than any boulder. He shifted his body or must've crouched over you as his gigantic shadow covers you whole.

The hard poking grew in size and so did the fear in your heart. Wait, how did you even feel that, this almost entirely nude man has no pockets to carry a gun, it didn't feel metallic in the slightest so what was poking you– Oh.

Oh dear no.

Don't look down, don't look down– 

"GRRR." Oh what was he growling about this time?! He already took your money, what else was he going after now. You stilled.

Then he began moving it, slowly rubbing his hardness in that one spot below your lower back. Like he didn't know what he was doing but you weren't going to correct him. 

Already uncomfortable just lying there being used as some scratching post for an animalistic man who robbed you not so long ago. . . Wait, in this position, a strong heat radiated from his lower body and grew closer and closer- 

He began rubbing himself on you, soft as if testing the waters at first than harder. Vigorously humping himself against your exposed buttocks, warming up the cool skin and pressing you into the earth further. 

Breathless and at a lost for words, you shivered while struggling to stay put. Heart wildly beating in your chest like it was screaming for help, so loud you'd think the entire forest could hear it. 

He wouldn’t hear it, he kept going, the hardness of his member cutting into you and you felt it.

A slimy slick spreading across your bottom, thick globs of heaviness sliding down and sending tingles in between your thighs. The tingles grew everywhere, and you became aware of a throbbing, not from the man’s flesh, but yours, as if your body was enjoying this terrible torment forced on you. 

Please let it end. 

He would slow down to your momentary relief, only to speed up at an alarming rate and burn you from behind, skin to skin. The smell of the earth and everything became a blur.

The rumour of the beast in the woods was no exaggeration, like an animal he wouldn’t stop pleasuring himself on you and all the while you silently prayed for it to end as it felt like hours had gone by like this. 

Kept going and going, barely any drop of sweat on him all the while you felt like you were being cooked from the inside out, sticky, clammy skin, and out of breath.

The persistent throbbing, hot and needy, inside of you couldn’t cease to stop craving. . . Touch, any kind of touch to relieve this ugly tension fully other than being kneaded into the ground. After this ordeal you were going to ask the pretty saloon lady for help, you won’t be able to last another night without some help.

Finally his rubbing slowed down, hardness swelling impossible hot against your ass and as if his throat was caught on a fishing hook- a deep grunt expelled from his chest and like dread, you felt it, almost a bucket load of slime spilled over you, your hips and down your thighs.

"Now could you move, please?!" That must've sounded more aggressive than you intended it to be but it worked, he crawled off you but the stickiness remained. Before you could muster up the energy to give him a piece of your mind, he slowly growed before bolting into the shadows. 

You were alone again, thank goodness.

Sluggishly, you rolled onto your side, flinching at the disgusting globs of slime slide off of you and pool underneath. Taking a moment to rest and mostly to catch your breath, lungfuls of air expanding your chest, feeling crumbs of soil stuck to your skin. The moon was blinding you by the second the longer you stayed there in the open. . . Exhaustion and the cold lulled you to almost dozing off but it was too dangerous out here, you slowly rose, grabbing your pouch of money, swaying like a brittle leaf in the wind as you walked on the path back town. 

.  .  . 

Maybe because you hadn’t been seen by them in a while, your friend instantly burst out of the inn and instantly spotted you, supporting your weight and walking you to the bathroom as you confided in them about the attack.

“How horrible! What a disgusting thief,” your friend spat while helping you change out of the torn pieces of fabric that used to look like an outfit as you quickly covered yourself, hiding the slime on your skin from being seen. They continued ranting, dissatisfaction written all over their face. “I’ve had the same experience weeks ago, it’s always the money that they want. I even told the sheriff about it but there’s been no news yet, shucks.” 

You nodded agreeing, not that you told them exactly all the details but enough to draw the conclusion that you’ve been unwillingly robbed. Worried about you, your friend promised to stay the night and went to visit the sheriff to give your account. The innkeeper was a trustworthy fellow who wouldn’t let any criminal in.

After a long, long much needed bath, the heat within your body eased down to a tolerable simmer, especially places where that beast’s release reached. Like where your holes twitched and- Ah, stop you shouldn’t be thinking of that! Huffing out a frustrated sigh, you stomped past a mirror into your room, not feeling brave enough to take a look at your no-doubt reddened face.

It felt like heaven being comforted by your dear friend and sleeping together in the same bed, your curiosity popped out again- wondering what became of that beastman- if just giving the sheriff a report was enough for his capture. Maybe you should do something, see if you could mark a spot in the woods where that man would visit, it would be a ton better than waiting around for good news. Right! 

Determination filled your blood and forced you onto your feet, heart thumping fast in almost excitement.

The moment you stepped out of the inn, it felt like a terrible idea. With no plan in mind, you snuck away from your snoring friend in bed and proceeded on the moonlit path towards the dreadful forest. 

You heard a hurt groan before you saw the source. A man who should’ve already fallen dead, the naked beast with a weapon deep in their forehead spilling blood. Black blood trailing down his rough face, dripping onto the ground. 

Witnessing something incomprehensible had you rooted to the spot, it was a scene out of those horror tales your gram would tell to get you and the other children to sleep, of a monster impossible to defeat. You should've never curiously followed a beast of the woods. Now you would never be able to escape his territory, entirely roamed by him. How could you even attempt to stop him from carrying you when you see not even a dagger lodged in his forehead deterred him from staying alive. 

Could you call him a beast? He sniffed the air like one.

Even beasts can be killed but not this man. 

He froze like he heard or smelt something.

What was far worse than a beast is an unkillable one, and worse than that- was a beast who has found its prey. You. 

It didn’t take long for you to sprint away out of instinct but it was too late, he had seen you, and with one long arm he caught you mid-air and carried you on one broad shoulder, whimpering and struggling to no avail. Deeper into the woods where you’d never be able to escape, where only wisps of light and fireflies lit the mornings and darkness reigned the rest of time to come. 

Deep below the neck of the woods, rumours of the dangerous beast have now changed due to the rare sightings of him not only alone- there was another one who stood by his side, a beast more humane looking yet scared and equally as nude. No one dared to overstay in the woods anymore, not wishing to join those monsters or become their next meal.

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Hello, Mate! I’m not sure if you’re still taking exams (my school schedule is wack💀), but l was just wondering if you’ve added a masterlist for your stories/fics. I read your Male!Yandere Wednesday Addams x Reader fic, and l instantly fell in love with your writing. Thank you for reading this, please take care of yourself and remember, we care for you❤️ (l’m sorry if this seems awkward. I’m not very social, even online, to be honest💀)

Hello too! 🥺✌️ I'm not taking the exams yet but it is studying season for me until it is! (That's why I wrote exam season- Have to focus more on studying 🤣✌️)

Not yet, I plan to add a masterlist soon like every other writer here on Tumblr 😅 Just haven't gotten to it yet as I don't feel ready enough to make a Masterlist- I don't think I've written enough to make one but I will soon!! Thanks for the reminder!! ☺️ aww many thanks for liking my work! I really appreciate this message!! (Don't worry you don't sound awkward at all!! It's okay to be awkward! :--D I find it charming)

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Teresa Lace

👀👍 The irresistible charm of an older Eddie Munson is impeccably written by this amazing writer!!!

𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your father, jason carver, promises you one thing and can’t deliver it to you. you decide to get back at him and it him where it really hurts: eddie munson. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older!eddie munson x carver&cunningham!daughter!reader (READER IS JASON AND CHRISSY’S DAUGHTER) 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: age gap (reader is 18, eddie is 56), brat!reader, mentions of birth control, genital piercings, smut (MINORS DNI): p in v sex, unprotected sex, spitting, blowjobs, slapping, choking, pain kink, praise kink, master kink, daddy kink 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: PLEASE REMEMBER THAT READER IS JASON AND CHRISSY’S DAUGHTER, WHICH MEANS THAT READER IS IMPLIED TO BE WHITE! if you do not like this, then this is not the fic for you. however, i worked super hard on this and many people want to read it, so i'm reposting it. thank you, and peace and love <3

Why the fuck were you here? The trailer park was dark and quiet in the nighttime, and you crossed your arms over your chest as you walked from your car to the front door of the trailer. You kept repeating it to yourself— what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck— as you knocked on the door of the trailer, and you heard a rustling from inside as the occupant moved around. You had certainly woken him up, and your palms felt sweaty. You were being stupid. You should just turn around and apologize to your father and forget the entire thing, but, just as you were turning on your heel to get back into your car, the door flew open. 

“Umm,” the older man started. “Can I help you?” 

You sighed. You knew Eddie Munson from a distance, solely as the mechanic who worked on your car from time to time— time to time meant at least once a month because, even though your dad had bought you a nice car for your 18th birthday present, he hadn’t bought you a good car. The cherry-red Porsche sat behind you, the very same car that Eddie fixed often, and he peered over your shoulder at it. “Is something wrong with your car?” he asked. “It couldn’t wait ‘til the shop opened at 8?”

“No, no, nothing’s wrong with my car,” you mumbled. “Well… Actually, it’s started making this weird noise when I start it up, but that’s— That’s for later. No, um, my dad’s pissed me off super bad tonight, and I just, umm, figured you could… help…? Maybe?”

“Your dad, huh?” Eddie asked. He leaned back inside the trailer for a moment, and you nearly thought he would slam the door in your face, but all he did was grab a green-and-white carton of Newports and a lighter. He slotted a cigarette between his lips and gestured at you to talk, and you watched his tattooed fingers flick the Zippo and light up his cigarette before you swallowed thickly. “What’s he done?”

“Well, um,” you started. “Do you know who my dad is?” 

“No clue, sweetheart,” Eddie said. He blew out a mouthful of smoke and plucked the cigarette from between his lips, and he rubbed his big hand down his salt-and-pepper facial-haired chin. “Who is he?” 

“Jason Carver,” you said slowly. “You went to high school together?” 

“Carver,” Eddie spat. “Yeah, I remember Carver.” He crossed his arms, the sleeves of his wrinkled shirt tightening around his muscles, and you bit your lip as his tattooed skin pulled with it. Eddie had tattoos everywhere, on his neck and arms and hands and fingers, behind his ear and on his throat, and you wondered exactly where else he had tattoos. “He made my life a living hell.” 

“Yeah, he’s doing the same thing to me,” you grumbled. 

“No way, wait,” Eddie laughed incredulously. “You’re Carver’s daughter? The valedictorian, captain of the cheer team, that’s you?”

“Well, jeez, don’t make fun of me,” you pouted. “How do you know that?” For all that Eddie seemed to know about you, you knew very little about him: he had a smoking problem and an ex-wife problem, you were sure of that, but anything else was a mystery to you. 

“Heard it around town,” Eddie shrugged. “I didn’t think that Carver could make something as pretty as you. You don’t even have his big ears or anything.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, and you covered your mouth as you smiled. “Dad does have big ears,” you said softly. You almost missed how Eddie had complimented you, and you pushed your hair behind your ear as you chewed your lip. “But Dad’s fucked up, and I’m really pissed.” 

“What did he do?” Eddie asked, puffing on his cigarette again. “Took away your vape or something?” 

“I’m not that shallow,” you huffed. “It’s just that… It’s a little stupid. I mean, it’s a lot stupid, it’s the stupidest thing in the world, but, umm, I have a bunch of friends that are going to Paris for their graduation trip, and Dad said that I could go, but, tonight, he just hit me with this whole thing of, like, ‘oh, it’s too expensive, we just bought you the Porsche’, but I didn’t ask for the Porsche and he told me I could go before he even bought me the stupid car, and I’m just—”

“Hey, easy,” Eddie said, reaching out and putting a hand on your shoulder. “Take a breath. So, he told you that you could go on this trip, but now he’s saying you can’t?”

“And he promised me!” you whined. “He said I could go, but now he’s-he’s being such a dick! He said that he can’t afford the trip and the car, but I didn’t even want the car in the first place! It’s not fair!” 

“Oh, sweetheart, calm down,” Eddie said, and he steered you into his trailer, shutting the door with his foot once you had crossed in. The trailer was messy but clean, smelling like laundry soap and cigarette smoke, and Eddie fell back onto his couch and patted the empty space next to him, inviting you down. You knew that, once you sat next to him, your plan would fully be in motion, and your heart beat quickly. “C’mon, sit down, tell me all about it.”

“Aren’t you angry I’m bothering you this late?” you mumbled. 

“Not angry,” Eddie said. “I’m just… Your dad pretty much ruined my life in high school, and it’s petty of me, but I wanna make sure you know that you’re not alone. Your dad’s been a bully since day one, and it’s not fair, you’re right. If he promised you something like this and then rolled back his promise, that’s not fair. But, sweetheart, I mean this in the nicest way, but you’re also acting like a huge fuckin’ brat.” 

“I am not!” you said quickly. “You just said it, you agree it’s not fair!” 

“Yeah, but why’re you here?” Eddie asked. “You couldn’t, like, call one of your friends to cry about it? You had to come to me? Baby, I was asleep, it’s one in the fucking morning.” 

“Well, God, sorry it took me so long to get ready!” you snapped.

“Get ready for what?” Eddie asked. “Don’t tell me you did all of this—” he wagged his finger up and down your body, obviously talking about your dress and shaved legs and perfect makeup, “Just to come out to the trailer park to talk to me.”

“Alright, I won’t tell you,” you said quickly. Eddie’s eyes widened for a moment, and he started to ruefully laugh, pushing himself up from the couch. 

“I see what this is,” he said. “You’re pissed at your dad, so you think that if you, I don’t know, sleep with me or something, you’ll be getting back at him. Right?” He looked at you, and you clenched your back teeth. He had hit the nail directly on the head, but you didn’t want to give yourself away that easily. What’s the fun in that?

“I just wanted to talk to someone else who understands how awful my dad is,” you spat. “I’m not a slut, Mr. Munson! And you’re more than twice my age, probably three times my age, I bet you can’t even fuck anymore anyway! As if I’d wanna fuck a freak like you!” 

“A freak, huh?” Eddie said. “Apple fell in a straight line from the tree.” 

“Fuck you,” you seethed. Now he was seriously making you mad. “I am nothing like my dad.” 

“Oh, really?” Eddie asked, narrowing his eyes. “‘Cause all I see in front of me is a little princess who’s throwing a tantrum ‘cause she didn’t get her way. Aw, the rich girl can’t go to Paris with her friends ‘cause Daddy bought her a Porsche? Boo-fucking-hoo, cry me a river, sweetheart. Your dad got everything he ever wanted, and you’re exactly like him.” 

“Fuck you,” you said again, and hot tears needled at your eyes. No. No crying in front of him. Absolutely not. 

“Is that all you can think about?” Eddie asked. “Fucking me?” 

You huffed and stood up, stepping forward to leave and to try to forget the entire interaction, but Eddie’s inked hand shot out and grabbed your arm. His grip was tight, his eyes dark and hard, and he rolled his cigarette in-between his lips. “Wait just a second, baby,” Eddie said. “Listen, you are being a little princess and a brat and a total pain in the ass, but… I’d be lying if I told you that you weren’t a pretty little thing. Sometimes I wonder how Carver’s daughter could be so pretty, then I remember you’re also Chrissy’s kid. God, baby, I had such a crush on your mom in high school.” 

“Ew,” you sneered. “You’re gonna fuck me ‘cause I look like my mom?” 

“No,” Eddie said. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘cause I know it’ll make your dad so angry, it’ll probably kill him.” 

“So you are gonna fuck me?” you asked. 

“You’re 18?” Eddie asked, and you nodded. “Show me your license.” 

“I’m not lying,” you said, but Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “Fuck, fine.” You tugged your wallet out of a pocket on your jacket and flipped it to show him your driver’s license, and he scoured it until he found your birthday. Eighteen, as of five months ago. Questionable, sure, but not illegal.  

“Are you on the pill?” Eddie asked next, and he shifted to stub out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. 

“Yeah,” you said, then hesitated before you added, “And I brought condoms.” 

“Of course you did,” Eddie chuckled. “This was your plan all along, huh? I fuckin’ knew it.” 

“Okay, can you blame me?” you asked. “I just… I’m really pissed at him, and I know how badly you wanna get back at him too.” 

“You don’t have to convince me anymore, baby,” Eddie said. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” 

“Virginity is such bullshit,” you said. “It’s a social construct meant to cage and restrain people—”

“You can knock it off with the morality lesson, kid,” Eddie said, and you felt a gush of wetness cover your thighs. Why did him calling you kid turn you on so badly? “‘Cause I’m not fucking you if you’ve never had sex before.” 

“I-I have,” you stuttered, and your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as Eddie raised his eyebrows at you. “I have!”

“What was his name?” Eddie asked. 

“You wouldn’t know him,” you said quickly, and Eddie laughed. 

“His name, baby,” Eddie said. “If you’ve fucked a guy before, you should be able to tell me his name.” 

“John Sinclair,” you said finally, after a few long moments of silence. 

Eddie started for a moment. “Sinclair?” he said. “Lucas’s kid?” 

“Oh, God, don’t tell me you know his dad too,” you groaned. 

“We all went to high school together,” Eddie explained. “Sinclair was in my DnD club. Is Max this John kid’s mom?” 

“Yeah, his mom’s named Maxine,” you said. “What’s DnD?”

“Way to make me feel old,” Eddie mumbled. “If I go up to him and ask him if you guys have fucked, he’ll say yes?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “He will, I promise. It was right after prom last year, he was my friend’s date—”

“Oh, wow,” Eddie laughed. “Fucking the friend’s date, not even your own. Jesus Christ, you’re just used to getting what you want, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“No, baby,” Eddie grinned. “Guess I can’t.”

And with that, he leaned down and grabbed you by the sides of your face, and he kissed you. You squeaked with the taste of him, all cigarettes and skin and man, and you grabbed hard at his shoulders, letting him slide his tongue between your glossy lips. Sure, John had been nice to you and respected you when he had taken your virginity in the back of his car, but you didn’t want Eddie to respect you. You wanted him to fuck you, to leave bruises and hickies that your dad would see and ask about. You wanted Eddie to take out 40 years of anger against your dad on you. “Mr. Munson,” you gasped, your tits swelling with breath and pressing against his chest. “Fuck me, please.” 

“I will, princess,” Eddie said softly. His hands fell from your face and traveled down to your hips, stopping for a moment to squeeze and paw at your tits, and he finally rucked up your dress and huffed out a laugh. “No panties? And you say you’re not a slut.” 

“I’m not,” you whined, and Eddie laughed. 

“Seems like you are,” Eddie said. “Coming to my place, chasing older cock just to make your dad upset. Sure seems like something a slut would do.” 

“I’m not a slut,” you told him, but you were struck quiet when his big, inked hand cupped your wet pussy, letting his middle finger pass along your slit. 

“So fucking wet,” Eddie whispered. “You like to fight, don’t you? Gets you all hot and bothered, huh?” 

“All the better for you,” you replied, and Eddie landed a kiss on your neck. 

“Yeah, fuckin’ better for me,” Eddie said. “You’re gonna be so good, I know it. Get on the bed, baby, take off your dress.” 

You toed out of your sneakers and did as he told you, traveling to the back of the trailer to a half-open door. You pushed it open and looked at the room for a moment— clothes everywhere, a vintage guitar hanging on the wall— before you focused on the large bed, and you sat down and smoothed your skirt over your thighs. Eddie followed you in, kicking the door closed, and his hand drifted down to his crotch, palming himself through his plaid pajama bottoms. “I told you to take off your dress,” he said. 

“I want you to do it,” you said. “Daddy.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asked. “Girl’s got daddy issues, huh?”

“F’course I do,” you shrugged. “Look at who my dad is.” 

“I don’t wanna,” Eddie said. “All I wanna look at is your pretty little face as I pound into you. Or maybe I wanna look at the back of your head. I haven’t decided yet.” 

“Better make up your mind quick,” you told him, slipping off your jean jacket and dropping it on the edge of the bed. “As long as you mark me up.” 

“You want marks?” Eddie asked. “You want all those hickies and marks and everything? Want me to be rough with ya?” 

“Yeah,” you told him, slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders slowly, teasingly. “As rough as you want.” 

“What if I don’t wanna be rough?” Eddie asked. He knelt on the bed, his big thighs caging around your waist, the bulge in his pants inches from your face, and your mouth watered at the smell of him. “What if I just wanna treat you nice and be all gentle and cute with you?” 

“You don’t want that,” you told him. “You wanna ruin me.” 

“I sure do,” Eddie said. “You suck cock good?” 

“Not really,” you mumbled. “Only ever done it once before.” 

“John?” Eddie asked, and you nodded. “And that kid was probably just happy to have your mouth on his dick, he wouldn’t tell you if you were doing bad. Want me to teach you?” 

“Just want you inside me,” you told him. Eddie was holding his dick now, and the shadow of it inside his pants was driving you crazy. The outline was big, intimidatingly so, and you reached out and hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants, tugging it down to let his cock free. He was half-hard, his cock extra-thick and heavy, the thatch of hair at the base showing grey and black, just like the long curls that he pushed behind his shoulder. His balls were thick too, hanging deliciously, and you sucked your lip between your teeth as your mouth watered even more. You had never had the desire to suck dick before, not even with John— you had really only done it because he asked for you to— but something about Eddie’s thick, cut length made a fire erupt in your belly. 

“What’s this?” you asked, your eyes locking on a small silver ball protruding from the head of his cock. “Is your… Do you have a…?” 

“It’s called a Prince Albert,” Eddie explained. “Got it so long ago… You probably weren’t even alive yet.” 

“Did it hurt?” you asked, cringing slightly at the thought of it. 

“A little,” Eddie shrugged. “But it looks good, doesn’t it?” 

“Looks really good,” you mumbled. “Looks… Looks really yummy.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie chuckled. “You wanna suck it?” 

“Yeah,” you whispered, and you instantly wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, feeling the warmth of the metal ball bearing of the piercing against your tongue. Eddie jolted, his cock throbbing in your mouth, and a tattooed hand grabbed at your hair quickly. 

“Fuck, baby!” Eddie laughed. “Gettin’ right to it, huh?”

You nodded, letting your tongue swirl along the piercing greedily, and you took more of him in your mouth, feeling him harden in the soft warmth of your mouth. He took a heavy breath and groaned softly as you started to suck on him, hollowing your cheeks to tighten around him, and your clit throbbed as you watched him lean his head back, the inked skin on his throat stretching as he did. “Good fuckin’ girl,” Eddie whispered. “Take me deeper, baby.” 

You let his cock fall from your mouth, a string of spit connecting your bottom lip to his piercing, and you gasped in for air. “Don’t think I can,” you told him. “You’re just too big, Mr. Munson.” 

“Jesus Christ, call me Eddie,” he chuckled breathlessly. “I think we’re past the whole ‘mister’ business.”

“Alright,” you agreed, and you tugged his pants down a little further before you captured his cock in your hand, slowly jerking him off as your lips went to his fat balls, kissing them gently and kitten-licking at the seam of them. 

“Yeah, baby, lick my balls,” Eddie mumbled. “Fuckin’ bitch of an ex-wife wouldn’t go near them, s’like she was allergic or some shit. Suck on ‘em a little, show me how much you love ‘em.” 

You took one of his balls between your lips, stroking his shaft as you sucked gently on him. Eddie moaned softly, almost like he was afraid of you hearing, and your pussy tingled at the sound. Your free hand fell down your body and went up your dress, and you rubbed at your clit, trying to get any pleasure as you switched to his other testicle, sucking on it as well. 

“Touching your clit?” Eddie asked, and you nodded, flashing your best doe eyes up at him as you suckled at his sack. He leaned back, drawing himself from your mouth, and you whimpered as you started to chase him back. You weren’t done yet. You wanted to always have his cock or balls in your mouth, you wanted nothing more than that, but Eddie had other ideas. He quickly dragged his shirt over his head, exposing his inked chest to you, and his hands went to your dress, tugging it up over your head and off of your body. You were completely naked for him, your body thrumming with excited energy, and he grabbed at your hips, kneading your skin between his hands. 

“God, baby,” he said. “Your body’s a fuckin’ A. Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect pussy… Open up your legs, let me see you.” 

“I-I shaved,” you told him. “I didn’t know how you liked it.” 

“I can see that,” Eddie laughed. “For future reference, I like it however you like it. Whatever you wanna do with your body, that’s your business. I’m just here to fuck you.” 

“How feminist of you,” you giggled. 

“I’m nothing if not a people pleaser,” Eddie said with a wink. “Open your legs, I need to put my fingers inside you.” 

“Oh, wow,” you rolled your eyes. “So romantic.” 

“Well, if my fingers don’t fit, how is my dick supposed to?” Eddie asked, and he was right. His fingers were thick, all inked up with barbed wire on his top knuckles and various little drawings of candles and crosses and skulls and hearts on his lower knuckles, and you wanted them inside you so badly. 

“Right,” you said. You carefully opened your legs, exposing your sopping wet cunt to him, and Eddie moaned at the sight of it. 

“Look at that,” he said. “All wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.” 

His fingers danced from your hip to your pussy, and he lightly traced the lips of your cunt before he pressed his middle finger, all inked up with a skull, inside you. You gasped and grabbed at his hair, squeezing your eyes shut, and you moaned softly at the stretch. God, his finger was deliciously thick inside you, and you weren’t sure how you were meant to take more than one, let alone take his cock. “God, Eddie,” you whimpered. “So big.” 

“I know, baby,” Eddie told you. “Poor thing, can’t even take my fingers. You’re gonna be so tight, it’ll be so fucking good.” 

His second finger nudged your hole, threatening to slip inside you, and you tugged on his grey and black hair, earning you a breathy chuckle. “Found my weakness,” Eddie told you, his cock rising up to rest against his tattooed belly. “Fucking love having my hair pulled.” 

“Really?” you asked, and Eddie shoved his second finger in. You groaned at the burn of the stretch of your velvet walls around him, and he instantly started to curl his fingers up, searching for that magic spot inside you. “Eddie, it hurts.” 

“Aw,” Eddie pouted. “Can’t take it?”

‘No,” you said quickly. “I-I can take it. Just hurts.” 

“If you need me to stop, just let me know,” Eddie told you. “Alright? I might be a mean old bitch, but I care about you.” 

“You’re not mean,” you told him. “Or old. Or a bitch.” 

Eddie laughed. “Honey,” he started. “I’m 56 years old. I think that’s on the other side of middle-aged. I’m about to be geriatric.” 

“That’s not old, though,” you countered. “It’s not like you’re, like, 80 or whatever.” 

“That’s your cut-off?” Eddie asked. “If someone’s 80, you won’t fuck them?” 

“Yeah, that’s my cut-off,” you laughed, and Eddie groaned softly. 

“When you laugh, your pussy gets tighter,” he mumbled. His fingers were still moving inside you, thrusting in and out and fucking you as he curled his fingers up, and the silver ring on his middle finger pressed up against you with every thrust. He was quick it with, fucking you on his hand faster than you had ever imagined, and you tugged his hair again and whined and whimpered as he finally drove home in that spot inside you. 

“Fuck, Eddie!” you cried as your legs shook. “Fuck me, Eddie!”  

“Hey,” Eddie said sharply, and he grabbed you by the chin hard. “Not so loud. Don’t want you waking up half the trailer park ‘cause you don’t know how to shut the fuck up.” 

“I can shut up,” you told him quickly. “I can, I promise.” 

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie said slyly. He looked down at you, where your pussy swallowed his fingers, and he said, “Fuck it.” He quickly withdrew his fingers from you, earning him a hiss at the sudden emptiness, and he stripped off his pants to be fully naked for you. You were right before; he had tattoos everywhere, lining his legs and hips and sides, and you smiled at the small devil illustration he had just above his pubes. “You ready, baby?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “Don’t forget about those marks.” 

“Oh, baby, I haven’t forgotten,” Eddie said. “Just thinkin’ about where all I wanna give ‘em to you.” 

“On my neck,” you told him, and Eddie swooped down, attaching to your throat in an instant. He bit at your skin, sucking it between his teeth and breaking the small blood vessels under your skin, and he only stopped when you mewled in pain. When he pulled away, he grinned down at his work, and he said, “I’ve gotta get inside you, my dick’s gonna fall off if I don’t.” 

“You dick won’t fall off,” you said with a roll of your eyes, and Eddie just smiled. 

“Wanna bet?” he asked as he nudged your legs open wider, and he worked up a mouthful before he spit down on your waiting pussy. He took his cock in his hand and used the pierced head to spread his spit around, and you gasped at his piercing caught on your hole, still all open and throbbing for him. 

“Oh my God,” you mumbled. “Oh, fuck, just fuck me.” 

Without another moment of waiting, Eddie pushed his cock inside you, letting you adjust to just the size of his head, and your head fell back. You had never felt anything like this before, anything so big and perfect, and the piercing dragged against your gummy walls as he pushed in even further. You worried that the piercing would hurt, but it was the thing you enjoyed the most about him, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “More,” you told him, digging your nails into his shoulders. “More, Daddy, more.” 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eddie chuckled. “That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.” 

“Turns me on too,” you told him. 

“Man, you’ve got some serious daddy issues,” Eddie laughed as his balls hit your ass, fully inside you. You felt like the breath had been pushed your of your lungs and you struggled for a breath, and you couldn’t stop the fuzzy feeling in your head as Eddie started to withdraw, fucking you slowly. “Next thing you know, you’re gonna be asking me for the money to go to Paris.” 

“Daddy,” you whimpered, lifting your hips to meet his thrust in, and you gasped in pain as he buried himself so deep inside you, his head kissed your cervix. “Fuck, ow.” 

“Oh, Jesus, you okay?” Eddie asked. “Do we need to stop?” 

“No, it’s not your fault,” you told him, wincing at the pain. “Fuck, that just hurt really bad.”

“What did I do?” Eddie asked. “Is it the piercing? I can take it out really quick if you want—”

“Eddie—”

“Yeah, let me do that, hang on just a tick—”

“Eddie!” you laughed, dragging him down into a messy kiss to shut him up. For as rough and gruff as he was acting before, he let his true self shine through for just a moment, and you saw the guy in those yearbook pictures from back in ‘86, smiling and throwing up devil horns. He was just a goofball, plain and simple, and that wasn’t something that people grew out of. He cared about you, even if it was just for the night. He readjusted his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, and you felt his erratic heartbeat against your chest. “Hit me.”

“What?”  Eddie asked, breaking the kiss abruptly. 

“This is getting too lovey and soft,” you told him. “You’re supposed to be hatefucking me ‘cause I’m Jason Carver’s daughter. Remember? You’re supposed to be taking out your anger on me. You promised that you’d fuck me and not make stupid love to me, so do it. Hit me.” 

“I don’t wanna mess up your pretty face,” Eddie protested. He still fucked you as he spoke, going slow and shallow, and you frowned. 

“Oh, so you’re breaking your promise to me too?” you asked. “First, it was Dad and Paris, and now it’s you. I thought you were better than that.” 

“Fuckin’ low blow, sweetheart,” Eddie chuckled darkly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, wanting me to be rougher.” 

“Do your worst,” you bit at him with a wicked smile, and Eddie’s dark eyes went black, setting his jaw. 

“Fine,” he said flatly. “Was gonna take it easy on you, but you don’t leave me any choice.” 

He slapped you, hard, across the cheek, forcing your head to the side, and you gasped in pain as your cheek lit aflame. “Oh, shut up,” Eddie snapped. “You wanted rough, you’re getting rough. And don’t you fuckin’ complain either, you wanted this.” 

“Fuck, Daddy,” you whimpered, and you held on as Eddie started to fuck you harder. He was deep inside you, but not enough to hurt you again, and you peered over his shoulder to see a small mirror hanging on the back of the door. You watched as his lithe body moved, his taut ass flexing with every fuck inside you, your heels digging into his buttocks, but your eyes were glued to the giant bat that covered his back, the wings crawling up the back of his neck and into his hair. 

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie said venomously, grabbing hard at your throat. “Call me Master.” 

“Master?” you repeated, and Eddie nodded. 

“It’s an old song from when I was in high school,” Eddie said. “Come crawling faster, obey your master… Whatever. Doesn’t matter.” 

“Yes, Master,” you said, and Eddie smiled. 

“God, you’re so good,” he told you. “You like when I tell you you’re good?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, and Eddie pulled out of you. He used a strength that you didn’t think he had to throw you onto your stomach, manhandling your hips in the air as he sent a hard smack to your asscheek. It hurt, not as much as your face did, but you jolted anyway, crying out. “Make it hurt, Master, please!” 

His palm cracked against your ass again, and you mewled, pushing your ass out further to him. “Got a little pain kink too, huh?” Eddie asked. “Praise and pain, you’re doing so good for me, gonna make me cum so hard, sweetheart.” 

He used one hand to slide himself back inside your slick and waiting pussy, and his other hand tangled in your hair and tugged your head up. You were face to face with that mirror, forced to watch yourself get fucked, and you laughed, watching Eddie in the mirror. The hand in your hair readjusted to your throat, grabbing you hard and pressing his thumb into the vein on the side, and he used the leverage to fuck you hard. The angle was new, a lot better than the old one, and you moaned in time with his thrusts. 

“Yeah, this perfect pussy…” Eddie muttered, smacking your ass again. “Sucking me right in. You’re so good, y’know, most perfect pussy I’ve ever had.” 

“Thanks,” you giggled, and Eddie smacked your ass again. 

“Love the way it bounces back against me,” he told you. “Fuckin’ fat ass you’ve got, fuck. Might have to keep you, won’t let you go to Paris or anywhere.”

“Keep me,” you gasped. “Mark me, make me yours! Please!”

“You said you’re on the pill, right?” Eddie asked, and you gave him a quick “uh-huh”. “Good girl. Gonna cum inside you when we get there.” 

“Alright,” you giggled. You felt euphoric as Eddie fucked you, all the chemicals in your body making you smile and laugh, and you shrieked when his hand came to your clit, rubbing it in quick, small, focused strokes. “Master!” 

“Aw, your legs are already shaking,” Eddie cooed. “You gonna cum? My fat cock too much for you?” 

“Just so big,” you cried. The knot in your belly was bordering on splitting, electricity running up the back of your thighs and into the soles of your feet and the very top of your tummy, and your arms gave out from under you. Only your ass remained in the air, and Eddie dropped your throat from his tight grip in order to grab your hips and shove you back onto his cock. It took your breath away, and you whimpered into the bedsheets as he pounded into you. The bed underneath you creaked loudly, obviously never having seen this level of action before, and the sounds of it hitting your ears made you feel funny. It was ugly and slick, sticky and wet, smack-smack-smack of his heavy balls hitting your clit with every fuck, but it was the best thing you had ever heard. “Master! Wanna cum, let me cum!” 

“You think you deserve it?” Eddie asked. “You’ve been a big fuckin’ brat tonight. I don’t think you deserve to cum. I think I oughta fuck you until the sun rises and Chrissy and Jason notice you’re gone. Haven’t they noticed yet?”

“Th-They’re probably asleep,” you stuttered out. “They would have called me if they noticed.”

“Well, let’s see,” Eddie said, and he reached behind him for your phone, tugging it out of the pocket of your jean jacket. “Fuck, I’m not wearing my glasses, I can’t see this tiny writing…” 

“Alright, Grandpa,” you chuckled, and Eddie grabbed your hair and tugged hard, making you yelp. 

“Keep that attitude and I won’t let you cum,” he snapped quickly. “Missed call from Daddy. Missed call from Mom. Text from Daddy: Where are you? Another missed call from Daddy. Another text: Just called Tara’s mom, you’re not there. Come home now or you’re grounded. Another text: Is this about Paris? Jesus Christ, get a clue, Jason. Guess we don’t have any time to waste, do we?” 

“Please stop talking about my dad,” you panted, anxiety growing in your chest. So what? Dad takes your keys away from you? You’ll hitch a ride to school. Takes away your computer, your phone? None of it mattered. You weren’t going to Paris like he promised. “It’s a real turn-off.” 

“Whatever you say, baby,” Eddie told you with a small sigh. 

“Are you sad this is ending?” you chuckled. “Aw, Eddie.” 

“Don’t aw at me,” he said. “I’m still your master, baby, and I will be until I cum.” 

“Even after, I bet,” you told him. “I bet, the moment I call you, you’ll come running.” 

“You bet I will,” Eddie laughed. “Sweet pussy like this, I’ll do whatever you want me to if it means I get to fuck you again.” 

“You old perv,” you smiled, and Eddie smacked your ass one more time. 

“Yeah, but I’m the old perv that you fucked,” Eddie chuckled. “I’m about to cum, baby, and I want you to cum first.” 

“An old perv and a gentleman,” you said, and Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“What can I say? Mama raised me right,” Eddie said. His hand resumed its quick rotations on your clit, and that electricity returned, and you yelped as the pleasure returned full-force. 

“Master,” you whined. “Wanna cum, please.” 

“You’ve been a pretty good girl,” Eddie considered. “Been a little brat, but not naughty. You can cum, baby, cum all over my cock, make it all messy.” 

“Fuck!” you cried. “Eddie, oh my God!” 

“C’mon, baby,” Eddie said. “Good girl, c’mon.” 

You grabbed the bedsheets hard enough that you thought they might rip, and you came suddenly and hard. Your whole body shook as you pushed back onto Eddie, trying to get him deeper, and Eddie groaned as your cunt went tight as you came. “Fuck, honey, just like that,” Eddie said, and he reached up, rubbing your back as you gasped for air. Your head felt fuzzy and your body gave out underneath Eddie, and, luckily, you didn’t have to wait long for Eddie to finish. 

You felt him painting your walls almost in time with you, a deep moan drawing from his chest as he filled you to the brim with his hot, thick semen. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he said on shaky breaths, and he molded his front to your back, breathing in time with you. “Don’t wanna move.” 

“Then don’t,” you whispered. His weight on you felt good, like the best weighted blanket you had ever had, and you clutched a pillow to your face as Eddie started to slowly kiss your neck, his lips resting just against your pulse-point. 

“Was that good for you, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered, and you nodded, humming softly. 

“So good,” you whispered. 

“You wanna stay ‘til morning?” Eddie asked. “I make a mean fried egg.” 

“Yeah,” you mumbled. You searched the bed for your phone as Eddie got up, and you quickly tapped out a message to your dad as Eddie redressed and retrieved his cigarettes from the front room: hey dad, i’m fine, just staying at a friend’s. you really upset me and i couldn’t stand being in the house with you. we can talk tomorrow when i get home. 

“Who’re you texting?” Eddie asked as he went to his closet, and he pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants and tossed them in your direction. 

“My dumb dad,” you said. “Telling him I’ll be home tomorrow.” 

“Cool,” Eddie said. He sighed as he laid down next to you, and you tugged the shirt over your head as you curled up into his side. 

“Thanks for… This,” you said softly. “It means a lot.” 

“I know, sweetheart,” Eddie said, drawing at his cigarette. “Go to sleep, you’ve got a big day tomorrow.” 

And he was right. When you woke up, Eddie was already awake, the hood of your car opened as he fooled around inside it, grease up to his elbows. The morning was cold as you stepped outside, frost biting under your feet, and you called, “Eds? What’re you doing?” 

“You said your car made a funny noise when it starts up,” Eddie said. 

“When did I say that?” you asked, wrinkling your nose. 

“At the top of the night,” Eddie told you. “You hadn’t even come inside yet.” 

“Neither had you,” you said with a smile, and Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, well, your connector cables are corroded,” he said. “Your battery is all fucked up. I’m not sure how your car even started to get you here.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Can you fix it?” 

“Not here,” Eddie said. “I’d have to take it into the shop, call a tow truck to bring it in. It’ll probably be $300 to fix it, too.” 

“My dad will pay it,” you told him easily. 

“Or, you could trade this piece of shit in,” Eddie offered with a chuckle. “Maybe then you could go to Paris.” 

“How am I supposed to get home?” you asked. “I told Dad I’d be home soon.” 

“I can drive you,” Eddie offered. He wiped his hands on a towel that hung from his shoulder, and the flame of attraction grew in your belly again. How had you never seen it before? Eddie was hot. “I mean, I’m headed into town anyway. I bet you guys live in Loch Nora, huh?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “Umm, thanks.” 

“No problem, baby,” Eddie said. “Just give me some sugar and we’re square.” 

“Sure thing,” you giggled, and you threw your arms around Eddie’s neck and kissed him softly. He chuckled and grabbed your hips as he kissed you back, and you smiled into his mouth. 

The drive was pretty quiet, all things considered. His van was nice, as far as vans went, and metal music played quietly from the speakers. He held a hand on your thigh as he drove, and he said, “You’re still wearing my clothes.” 

“Yeah,” you said. “Didn’t feel like putting my dress back on.” 

“I’ll need those back, y’know,” Eddie said. “I only have so many shirts that aren’t stained with grease.” 

“I’ll give them back,” you told him. “Maybe later today when I see you at the shop.” 

He rolled up in your driveway, and you sat and stared at the house for a moment before the front door opened and your dad stepped out. “Look at me,” Eddie mumbled, and he put his hand on your face and gently turned your face to see him. “You’ve got hickies on your neck, a handprint on your throat, and you can hardly sit ‘cause your ass is all bruised up. Want me to give you another hickey real quick?” 

“No, it’s fine,” you told him. “Maybe a kiss?” 

“Gotta show off for your dad,” Eddie smirked, and he leaned in and kissed you softly. 

“Kiss me like you mean it,” you mumbled against him. “Master.” 

“Fuck, honey,” Eddie said. “Making my dick twitch.” His hand softly cupped your cheek as he kissed you harder, and his tongue snaked inside your mouth. He tasted just the same as last night, and you grinned into the kiss. 

“Alright,” you said, and you gathered your things before you jumped out of the van, slamming the door shut and waving at him. “Bye, Eddie!” 

“Eddie?” your dad shouted. “Eddie Munson? Why’s Eddie Munson dropping you off at 8AM?” 

“My car broke down again,” you told him, brushing past him and into the house. 

“And you called Eddie to pick you up?” your dad asked. 

“No, I was already at his place,” you said casually, and you watched your father’s eyes widen as he finally saw you fully, the marks on your neck and your clothing. 

“You didn’t,” your dad said, his eyes narrowing. “You wouldn’t.” 

“I wouldn’t what?” you asked. “I wouldn’t sleep with the guy you bullied in high school? I might; who’s to say?” 

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I won't cry for you, Yandere Tyler Galpin x Female Reader Part 2

Yandere Tyler Galpin x Female Reader Part 2, "I won't cry for you"

Part one: here (PART 1)

• Words: 2358

•Triggers/Warnings: none

•Show: Wednesday (2022) Netflix

💖Author's Note😌: Happy almost Chinese new year everyone! Enjoy! And please remember 😅this story is more of what I imagine the show would be like in season2 but I haven't watched S1! 💖Much love! My Kofi is in my pinned post if you'd like to support me :-D Singapore based writer wo!

As promised, tagging y'all! @taylorsreputationsversion​ and @queen-wolf7577

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Summary: After successfully relocating the Hyde, Your mother's pet, Laurel Gates (Professor Thornhill), in a nearby town, you had almost not much else to do except to help see to that Tyler Galpin adjusts to his new life and identity. Yet as time goes by, you realized you had a terrifying fondness for his company but that's just because you see him as a wounded stray animal you've adopted. Surely you could overcome this attachment. Maybe. Like mother like daughter. . .

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The rest of the first week living with Tyler felt distant and polite, you liked it that way, being able to keep a close eye on his few unusual movements (other than staying cooped up, reading books and whatnot in his assigned room) and overall health in the house.

You'd conclude that he's overall healthy from the three meals he'd eat daily, though mentally you can't say for certain.

There was no need for conversations whenever you crossed paths with him when there wasn't anything to talk about, so in a way you were technically on a short holiday. He was barely an annoyance, always keeping to himself, no complaints whatsoever, had respectable minimal eye-contact with you whenever there's a brief moment of passing between you and him. . .

How nice, like he instinctively knew his place to be submissive. One less problem to deal with.

Until one early morning in the living room, at 7am of your usual waking time, you were surprised to see breakfast for two laid out on the coffee table. Two cups of coffee accompanying their own full plates of steaming hot pancakes– admittedly it was a strange, welcoming sight.

"I- uh- wanted to surprise you."

You whipped around at the sudden voice and observed Tyler standing behind you awkwardly, wearing layers of clothes with big pockets that hid his dangling arms.

So, Galpin made the first move.

You shot a swift glance between him and the breakfast before easing a small smile out of your stiff lips. "consider me surprised, Galpin."

Huh, he usually wouldn't come out of his room at this time. . . (Which was why you chose this time to be busy in doing your other tasks and grocery shopping.) It got you thinking, suspecting him of wanting to gain something from you. Let's hear it first before throwing a dog a bone.

"I'm glad you're awake, uh the pancakes won't get soggy then." He says, tone genuinely relieved. Almost sounding like he was actually glad he didn't have to go up to your room to get you for breakfast. . . Or he was one incredible actor.

Either way, you weren't mad. It was more than interesting living with a former normie. You were glad in a way that he had settled down nicely but it did seem somewhat suspicious. He settled down way too fast- but you'd think you would be desperate to adapt if you were in his shoes and even overwhelmingly grateful to be given assistance.

"After you, Galpin." You gestured towards the food on the coffee table, a low grumbling in your empty stomach urging you to eat already. He quickly protested, "oh n-no, you go first. . ."

You raised an eyebrow, it only took a few more seconds of staring for him to zip up and hesitantly nodding in defeat. He went to take a seat at the coffee table and you followed suit, sitting across from him.

The steam of the rich creamy coffee hit your nostrils the moment you sat down and took a deep breath in. And even though there was barely any movement from infront of you, you carefully sipped the hot coffee. . . Just one drop. Wow.

"This is really good," you admitted outloud, looking into your mocha-coloured coffee, surprising yourself in the process. "I don't think I've had coffee taste this good in years."

A small whoosh of relief released from across you but when you flicked your gaze up, Tyler had already started grabbing his cutlery and wore a bigger smile while cutting through his pancakes. "Glad I have something to bring to the table. I guess working in café wasn't so bad," he finished his sentence by stuffing himself a large bite and chewing with intense urgency.

His attention zeroed in on his food once he saw you begining to eat yours.

Gosh, he must've been starving waiting for you to get out of your room. Not that you felt guilty but for a moment as you stared at him engoring himself with pancakes. . . Your heart sunk a little and pitied him. For only a moment, of course. . .

He made breakfast for you because he felt indebted to you. Simple enough for you to understand and not question.

No wonder he seemed the tiniest, slightest bit on edge around you the past few days and from the corner of your eyes- you'd occasionally catch him watching you subtly while you ate. Maybe he was worried of what you'd say to him.

Like a worried tenant trying to please their unpredictable landlord from kicking them out.

In the dead quiet other than steel clinking and the muffled beeping of cars outside, he must've sensed your blatant stare on him as he shifted in his seat and tried to smile casually. "I forgot to say this but good morning," he greeted, evergreen eyes boring into yours.

You slowly nodded, copying his friendly smile to a tee, "morning."

That was already a huge effort you never expected yourself to make, especially willing without any underlying intention. It's only been a few days since you've adopted– gave a place for him to stay. . . You couldn't possibly be growing an attachment to him.

It can't be possible, you reassured yourself mentally while finishing off the rest of the fluffy pancakes.

You were leaving soon in a week or two anyways, these interactions are temporary and won't even be remembered in a couple of months for you. Good.

"Galpin," you called when he was about to take away your empty place along with his, "thank you. Your pancakes were delicious, so was the coffee. You didn't have to do this."

He shrugged his back at you, putting down the empty dishes in the sink before he turnt on the faucet.

"I can't just sit back and not do anything. You've already done alot for me so. . . " He washed the cups through the running water. "I thought making breakfast for you would help you relax," Tyler said nonchalantly as he washed the rest of the dishes.

Huh, did you seem stressed to him?

A slow smile spread on your face when you looked around the tidy living room, arms crossed. "How nice, thank you, Galpin."

"I also took out the trash. Gotta pull my weight here, right." He chuckled lightly, trying to sound humorous while drying his hands with a hand towel by the kitchen counter.

As much as he's right, you initially prefered being alone in the mornings but without your dear plants near– Tyler soon became a good substitute for some company. . . You really need to take another long hot shower before you begin thinking again.

He stood idle across from you, tucking his hands in an oversized jacket your family member used to wear. (No doubt he found from the closet in his room) "So I guess this is uh, see you later?"

"Sure, see you. Galpin," you nodded, watching him back away and retreating up the stairs quietly with a short glance thrown behind his shoulder at you before disappearing.

Only when the clicking of his door closing echoed through the house were you finally able to fully relax and do the rest of your morning routine. . . .

After much housework and managing some of your mother's leftover papers (on subjects unknown to you), you recalled not having checked if the meat had gone bad, so you did.

Slowly opening the freezer of the fridge did not prepare you enough for the shocking sight of a cold white empty space. How did a dozen of plastic packaged red meat that you just recently ordered a few days ago, become completely gone in no time.

Obvious answer: Tyler Galpin.

You slowly closed the freezer and went to check the trash bin in the kitchen, only to see an empty bin. . . Ah right, Tyler did say he threw the trash away earlier.

The pots and pans are crisp and clean, but since you weren't always at this second house with Tyler– there were many time gaps where he could've cooked or fried the meat. Assuming he cooked it at all.

You rubbed your feet against the floor, sensing no grease nor oil on the smoothe clean surface. He must've found the mop somewhere and cleaned after his cooking. . .

What funny timing. Except that you don't remember reading anything about Hydes craving meat, but could you have misread? Impossible.

You needed some time to think about Tyler's abnormal cravings (and recalling the bloodied state he was in when you discovered him in the woods) he most likely is going through some kind of withdrawal.

Then again, you aren't a monster expert so you need to call someone who is.

So you reached behind you for your phone, secretly hidden in your back pocket but froze in place. Wait what were you thinking, (Name), this is so unnecessary. You've helped him enough, whatever else he goes through he should deal with it. Not you.

Your hand dropped from your back as you continued going about your day in endless amounts of work, peacefully. Or so you convinced yourself.

And for hours long you didn't see Tyler until he came down the stairs suddenly, all jittery and nervous smiles when noticing your stare on him from the couch.

"Afternoon, Galpin." You greeted before looking back down to your work laptop.

"Ye-yeah, good afternoon," he softly said, watching you for a couple of seconds before taking any action.

Him walking towards you in a casual saunter like he had something important to say, opening his mouth before closing it. You glanced up and blinked at him questioningly.

"Um- If it's at all possible. . . Could I talk to my dad? Or just send a letter, something to let him know I'm alive. . ." He asked pleading, heavy toned.

Staring intensely into yours was his forest green eyes shrouded by the shadows of his front curly hair. Eyes full of uncertainty and glimmering hope yet also prepared for the least favourable answer.

So you pulled the laptop closed while maintaining steely eye-contact and asked. "Galpin, Isn't it dangerous to be contacting your father during this time?"

By this time, you meant when the whole town's police force could potentially be on the hunt for him, an escaped murderer.

His eyes shone brighter after hearing you not say no. Tyler then confidently stood firmer, like an opportunist he took what he could get.

"Nothing's gonna happen if we're already out of Jericho," he said it matter-of-factly with a dead serious expression, "the cops don't search anyplace far. . ." Looks like his father must've told him something for his confident to skyrocket in this area.

"I'll see what I can do." You rose from your comfortable seat, "I won't guarantee anything except your safety, remember that, Galpin."

You smoothly maneuvered around a wide-eyed standing Tyler as he tried to speak as you headed up the stairs. Towards your bedroom.

Because somewhere deep inside your wardrobe was a cardboard box full of throwaway phones incase of emergencies. And this wasn't an emergency but a small favour that could lead to a potential disaster if one was careless.

Shaking these useless thoughts out of your head, you took one of the phones and hid the box again.

After going back down to the living room where Tyler was waiting for you, sitting on the couch this time- on the place where you last sat, you just stood Infront of him.

"Your hand, please."

Curious, he held his hand up to you. Only for you to put a black burner phone in it, his thumb accidentally brushing along the side of your hand as you do.

"Smash it or step on it, anything. Do what is necessary to destroy it after your call. Absolutely make sure you get rid of it, your future depends on it." You immediately returned your hand to your side, feeling a small tingle spreading- comfortably.

Too comfortably for your liking.

"Thanks, seriously. I- This means a lot to me," he stuttered, smiling widely, gratefully then stared at the burner phone in his hand in contemplation.

In that smile you almost lost yourself but snapped out of it quickly, he just has a nice smile, that's all.

For a split second it reminded you of your mother's many practiced smiles, generously wide with all her pearly white teeth on display to show how harmless she is. She taught you better than to trust smiley people.

Tyler stood up from the couch and peered into your eyes, breaking your train of thought completely. "I'll see you later then?" He asked softly, the burner phone gripped tightly in his palm.

"Maybe, I'm not sure of my schedule. Another time, Galpin." You shrugged then turned to leave before he could call you.

Now that you think about it, today's been a day full of interactions between Tyler and you. You weren't sure what to feel about it.

So off you went to your room, your mind battling itself the whole way up the stairs. . . As you laid on your bed, your brain alarmed you of what would happen if Tyler were to mess up any one thing.

A clue that'd give away his location. Any word mentioning you, a technical accomplice.

You didn't trust him enough to be helping him at all.

You'd be in big trouble. Worse trouble if the police got involved. . . Mother would find out about the. . . Escaped prisoner? Guest? Visitor? It didn't really matter what to call him except that his existence right now is a secret.

One of your few secrets that had a ticking bomb.

You grabbed your phone from underneath your pillow and dialled a number you hadn't expect yourself to call in months. . . And for the person to answer instantly with a gruffy laugh.

"Well well well, if it isn't the sweet consequence of my actions."

A somber smile lifted on your face at the older voice against your ear. Looks like Tyler won't be the only person calling his father today.

"I need some help."

Author note: 😭💖Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes! THANK YOUUU ALL SO MUCH- I'm very grateful for all the support 😚yes I'm still writing the Tyler Galpin x Reader fic!! Part 2 will be out before Saturday (I hope), but here's a little something to celebrate 1000 likes!!! 🥺💞

Batman x Gender Neutral Reader

words: 887 . 🥺💞Song suggestion while reading: Cherries by Madison beer

Summary: It's been one year since you've started dating the Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprise and still, it feels like you're living in a dream to know both you and him are in love and are together! Though not always together physically, unfortunately due to Brucey's secret vigilante life- You could only hope he makes it in time to celebrate your and his anniversary. . .

BRRRRRR.

"Speak." Oh how you missed hearing that gentle, masterful calm voice of his.

He's most likely in his batmobile right now, flying over the city or doing something genius you haven't figured out yet.

"Mm, got any plans for tonight, Batman?" With your hip, you leaned on the coffee table and stared out the floor-to-ceiling glass window of a penthouse. (One of many you shared with your future husband all over the city.)

"Depends on who's the lovely person asking. And I thought I've told you not to call me during–"

"–Night patrols, yes but. . ." You twisted the silky curtain fabric around your finger, "I just really wanted to hear your voice." Also to see if he remembered your anniversary date.

There was a small pause before a delicious low chuckle trailed down your body tenderly in vibrations through the phone. "Will that be all?"

Oh no it won't be once he gets his ass here.

You tightened the lavish bathrobe around you, "hopefully I'm not disturbing you too much, Mr Batman. But if you have some time to spare, I'd appreciate it if you'd spend it on me."

Another one of his entertained chuckle runs through your nerves like silk.

You sighed dreamily, "it would really make my night. . ."

"I'll come to you within 24 hours," you swear you heard a teasing smile in his lovely deep voice. (He had no idea what a chase you'll be giving him this time. If it'll even be a chase at all for the big brain he has.)

"I'm not at my (our) usual place. . . " That was the first clue you gave him, "how ever will you find me?"

He guaranteed before hanging up, "you're never far from me. If that's all, I'll need to get going to see you soon." Oh he'd better.

You left the phone on the coffee table and laid out on the lounge sofa to relax, looking out at the world-wide view and specks of stars in the great sky. If he's late, you planned to sleep here for the night. . .

But true to his words, you didn't have to wait long, sensually alone, drinking some juice in your fluffy bathrobe when the sound of the doors opening gently alerted you.

"Baby," his footsteps ring from behind you and closer they reached until a large warm hand lands on your hip.

"It didn't take you very long to get here," you pouted and turned your head around to see the handsome love of your life- though internally your heart jumped for joy at how early he arrived.

They were piercing in the shadows, but sweet in the lights as Bruce's sapphire blue eyes would sweep across your whole body from head to toe for a minute (something like his routine as Alfred, his butler, had once said) admiring you.

"I tried to delay myself as best as I can to give you some space, (Name), but it is almost midnight." So he knew all along. What an eyeroll moment if not for how wonderful he is looking down at you with that sweet loving smile and his burning hand on your covered skin.

He then crouched and leaned in closer to softly- like a butterfly- kiss the center of your forehead, the ironed tie of his suit hung and grazed at your arm as he held that kiss for a while.

Then you couldn't help speaking, "I thought I'd give you a little challenge. . ." Which wasn't very hard in the first place if he had placed a tracker on you somewhere, somehow like he'd usually do. For safety reasons, you'd assume.

"Oh yeah? And how did that go," he cocked his eyebrow sharply.

"Not very effective but I don't care," you reached out your arms around his neck and tugged him down onto your body. "I hope you have alot more time because I'm not letting you go until tomorrow night."

Bruce allowed this, you were well aware of his extremely superior strength and how much you had an effect on this hero who'd melt in your proximity.

His strong chest pressed down on yours and suddenly you could feel his heart beat racing against yours. . . Like there was nothing except both of your flesh and bones being the obstacle for your hearts to join into one. . . He kissed the side of your lips like he couldn't resist your pull. "Of course not, I don't expect anything less from you, (Name) Wayne. . . I couldn't stop loving you even if I had tried."

"No complaints, Brucey. I'm having you all for myself for the day." You said confidently though didn't mean it completely, sure you could be selfish but the city needed Batman more than you do. . . You have his heart and that's more than enough. (Also his wealth but that's not the point)

Many times in your life you've seen the absolute lovestruck way he's looked at you, but the warmth shimmering between your body and his as he, unblinking, gazed seriously into your soul. . . Made you fall in love again and again. As if you couldn't love him enough.

Bruce whispered near your jaw in the sweetest voice, cracking near the end. "(Name). . . Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary too, Brucey." You kissed him back, deeper than ever. The night was still young after all.

Can you do yandere version male Wednesday?please 0w0

'Love goes by harps; Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.' - Shakespeare.

🎨 ART BY: Jose_arrt (youtube)

Words: 3750 Warnings/Triggers: Spoiler friendly to the show, Wednesday is creepier and a soft yandere. Source: Wednesday (2022 Netflix)

Note: 👀 I'm still not open to requests guys (still on unpredictable holiday with family) but life has exceptions and I found this to be interesting plus I wanted to try out a new format so hope everyone likes it! A yandere, genderbent Wednesday Addams! Enjoy!! merry Christmas to all! AND HAPPY NEW YEARRR, Blessings are coming, endure through the bad times for the bestest time to come!

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•NEVERMORE ACADEMY•

"Just because Nevermore's a school for outcasts doesn't mean we got to dress like one," snorted a fellow social cliche member.

Your group sounded in agreement whereas you zipped up, blood rushing to your cheeks, turning around fast to catch a glimpse of who they were talking about.

The new boy. Him.

His skin corpse-pale, a daunting unchanging expression like the permanent state of a withered tree, dressed in a sophisticated all black attire. Wednesday Addams, the outcast of outcasts, befitting all qualities that made of him.

A boy full of woe who, always seemed to be unblinking his obsidian eyes, would glance over at you (an amount of times far exceeding what would be a 'coincidence' but that's what you were hoping to believe) during strolls around Nevermore's campus.

Ah- He turned away from you, his attention shifted to his side where a well-known bubbly blonde werewolf took place, Enid. They started talking, one louder than the other, Wednesday's unanimated face seemed unamused at the cheery flurry of expressions on Enid's. They were a contrasting duo but a match for sure, though you couldn't help feeling disappointed at the short eye-contact you had with him.

Why couldn't he just look at you a few more times with his killer gaze, oh right– you were in the middle of a group. . .

Can't be helped then, you sighed to yourself amidst your friends' laughter and peevish jokes, returning to previous conversations with them again.

Unbeknownst to you, from afar, Wednesday flickered his dark eyes towards your smiling figure among others, all the while listening to Enid's cheerful attempts at convincing him to spend more time together.

"Hellooo, Wednesday?" Enid waved a hand speedily Infront of his face, "did your mind wander off somewhere–"

"–I'm thinking of how much force it takes to poke an eye out." Wednesday curtly says, his head turned slightly towards a particular group. Enid worriedly asked, "you mean it in a friendly way, right?" "Depends."

Silence ensued between the two until Enid noticed Wednesday's unceasing stare at. . . You. "Oooooh were you looking for someone? Wednesday–"

"I don't recall ever doing that," Wednesday instantly shut Enid's teasing tone down, "let's keep moving." Unaware of the playful side-eye Enid was giving him, Wednesday continued his walk forwards. Sometimes Enid can't help but think Wednesday Addams needed some time to understand his own hidden emotions before they take control.

. . . It took weeks of the back and forth staring between you and him, until one day Wednesday surprised you out of the shadows, confronting you after you had abandoned your side of the staring game.

Who wouldn't give up if they were in your place, after hearing so many unflattering rumours about Wednesday- you stopped trying to even befriend him. There was no way you were compatible with him considering his stoic nature. . . That was what you had thought until you were facing him in the almost empty hallway.

"W- Wednesday Addams," you greeted in a shaky voice, body frozen. Heart booming threateningly against your ribs and pushing up your throat to spill out all your feelings for him. But it's too soon.

"(Name)," he said his usual graceful deadpan. Wait how did he even know your name, does this mean he noticed you- Oh right, you were in the same classes as him. . .

Your fleeting hopes were revived when he spoke up again, this time much more tensed like he was being interrogated by you and had no choice but to speak. Even though you were silent and quaking in your boots at just a heart racing glance of his lifeless- good looking face.

"I enjoyed being disliked by people. . ." He stepped a foot closer to yours, "naturally, it's what I'm accustomed to. I welcome it even."

Oh my god, he was getting closer, you could almost see the emotion (though it could've been in your imagination) sparkling in his pupil-less black eyes, the slightly messy yet perfectly neat formation of his stiff yet soft-looking hair.

He paused for a moment to intimidatingly scan your face for any twitches of emotion (at least that was your assumption). "–But the thought of you joining the others in avoiding me, I found that to be distinctly displeasing."

Wait what– You weren't exactly paying alot of attention to his words but the cadence of his voice you've barely gotten to hear much. What was he trying to say? But you didn't want to look dumb so you just hummed acknowledging.

You swallowed down the incoming compliments worming their way up your throat and squeaked out a, "I-I see."

Wednesday continued standing Infront of you, waiting? No that's not possible. . . Could he be waiting for you to say something else? Did he have a problem with you? You hoped not.

Ah you smacked all those other thoughts out before smiling nervously. His eyes narrowed menacingly at your smile but you found this new expression to be cute.

"T-that's good to know," you bit down on the nerve-wracking stutters from embarrassing you Infront of him. Of course you've noticed how slightly annoyed he would look when people expressed their likeness for him so that's why you never made the first move. Ever. Even when you wanted to. .

Wednesday tilted his head, the smallest movement under his brow covered bangs, "Is it?"

Wait, was he asking a rhetorical question⁉️ Ah, you can't think of anything else to say anymore with that stubbornly shivering heart of yours in his presence.

Enthusiastically you nodded, reassuring him without a clue in your head about what he was trying to say. . . Wait.

Holy, wow, was this a love confession? You stared dreamily into his wide eyes, maybe, just maybe, this whole interaction is a prank (as unlikely as it sounds coming from an Addams) even if your heart was shuddering a mile a minute. Hoping for something to happen.

"I shouldn't have said that." He muttered, looking perplexed by his own words which made you confused. Then why did he go out of his way to talk to you? (Oh no, don't you dare get your hopes up again.)

"It's al-alright, Wednesda- day." You hoped he wouldn't mind you saying his name casually, "I um, need to go back to my dorm. . ." Ugh, that wasn't what you were planning to say. . . So lame.

"Go on," he nodded and retracted his step, giving you more space to freely move. Still your heart won't calm down but thankfully you had more space to take in a full breath.

Just as you were about to bid him farewell, he turned his body towards the direction of your dormitory. "After you, (Name)."

He seemed to want escort you back to your room, how gentlemanly. You never expected to have the chance to interact with him this much.

"Mmhmm," was all you could muster up when you started walking. Slowly, alongside Wednesday's curt strides.

A flutter kickstarted your heart once again into beating fast as you side glanced him, expressionless yet calm. Maybe he likes you but even if he didn't, you found his company to nicer than anyone else's.

After accompanying you to your room and you waving an essatic goodbye at him. Wednesday Addams that night was left very peculiarly somber, lying on his back and for once- enduring the excited chatter of his roommate without interrupting him.

He didn't think it natural to have thoughts of you in his head. Maybe it was a vision. But his brain told him a vision only appears once yet your face and voice was drawn in clear memory and repeated in his mind like a torturous echo.

How unusual. And not the good kind. He had barely slept that night and concluded it was entirely your fault. And you should be held responsible for disturbing him even when you did nothing but exist.

•THE SECOND ENCOUNTER• Was he always socially awkward? If so, you hadn't noticed it even after staring at him numerous times from a distance. Now that he was Infront of you, facing you directly with elegant poise, your brain froze all it's functions again.

Dot. Dot. What a pleasant silence.

"Is staring all you're capable of?" He finally said, his flat voice devoid of any emotion sounded like music to your ears. Though it could've been your imagination, he didn't seem as tense with you as the first time you met him.

Maybe you were growing on him? That thought made you smile at ease and brought his gaze for a split second down to your lips like he was observing something fascinating or strange.

"What else can I do other than st- stare?" You took this as an opportunity to be playful, hopefully this will make him see you as a friend.

Wednesday then blinked- wait did he just blink? You hardly noticed the smallest shutter of his eyes and the tiniest lift in his lip corners when he looked somewhere else for a second. "Have you seen this before? It's called a mouth," he flickered his eyes at yours as if to make a point. A very interesting, lingering point.

"Thanks for the reminder, We- Wednesday." You smiled, enjoying the mildly friendly banter with him that's becoming a usual routine. Progress is still progress regardless!

"No need to thank me for what's obvious." He stated, a handsome calmness in his blank face. He's right.

Some students walked by the two of you while others shoved their way through and accidentally pushed Wednesday into you. His hard chest bumped against yours for a moment while you stood there dumbfounded, barely hearing the person's apology when warmth was spreading across your skin. Wow.

"I-I uh think I should get going. . ." Flustered, you averted looking directly at him, conscious of his now widened stare.

Not a word left his slightly parted lips when you quickly moved away and ran off towards your dorm, heart pittering wildly inside you. His large eyes unceasing to follow your form until you disappeared into the halls, as if something possessed him in that nick of time.

Wednesday was then forced to acknowledge for once in his life, emotions were even complicated than they seemed. As you had a strange effect on him and he was no longer certain if that was a bad thing.

Maybe his roommate might have the answer? . . If he could only catch him for a moment.

•LAST FATAL ENCOUNTER • Only fools would deny the existence of their own emotions even when oblivious to revealing them. Wednesday was no fool, further from it actually. Until meeting you, that is.

Never had he felt more foolish in the entirety of his life than to walk away from you– Well, the place where you and him had talked before you'd usually depart in flustering steps like a slippery squid.

An adorable squid.

A happy shriek erupted from his side, at the other side of the half-light half-dark shared bedroom. "I'm so super excited!!! Me and Ajex are going out on a picnic date!! We are celebrating our three weeks anniversary!! Wish me luck guys!"

"Good for you." Wednesday nods slightly while Thing high fives Enid mid air.

"Aw Thanks Thing! Wednesday- do you have any plans for today?" Enid asked, dusting himself off.

"None whatsoever, except for maybe deciphering some poetry left behind by–"

"Oh my gosh! Ajex just texted me!! I got to run, see you later Wednesday! Thing!" The door slammed after Enid's hyperexcitment and never made a sound again in the brooding silence.

Right. There was nothing else to do on a Saturday when all the mysteries so far in Nevermore academy have been solved or have cold trails. Nothing could ever bore Wednesday, or so he thinks, so he set off to continue working his poetry while Thing disappeared somewhere for their lotion reapplication or beautification something. . .

Everybody else had gone on their own adventures and Wednesday expected nothing more to happen. . .

So imagine his blank surprise (and supreme shock) when around midnight, you showed up at his dorm room, oddly overwhelming his peripheral and senses just by standing warmly and close. Yet somehow he allowed you inside fast after you just barely greeted him since. . . None of you wanted to get in trouble.

"Why are you here," he asked as you tried to maneuver around him and the closed door before he boxed you into the corner.

Forcing you to lift your head to meet his very close dark eyes peering into your soul. Like they can see everything. In that moment you froze, not knowing how to act around him when there was enough distance between his body and yours to feel his warmth.

There was a tension that never went away and was growing by the second as his proximity to yours lost itself in your mind. "I just wanted to see y-you," you stammered out softly, admiring his casual clothes, all-black of course.

"Is that all?" Wait, was he expecting to hear something else?

All you could hear in your ears was the rapid beating of your heart and the small movement of Wednesday's purplish lips. Oh shoot he said something and you didn't pay attention!!!

Dazed, you nervously smiled at him and pretended like you heard him. Maybe he asked how your day went? But you swear you saw the word 'love' for a second. There's no way he confessed his love to you so what did he ask?!

You went silent, too shy to ask him to repeat himself.

He cracked a bit of a smile that left you breathless as you admired it. "You won't be leaving until you give me a concise answer."

"T-To what?"

"You'll have to figure that out yourself. Until then, you are stuck here, (Name)." True to his words, even when you tried to sneakily twist the doorknob behind you– you found it absolutely stubborn to turn. As if somebody on the other side was holding the door tightly with their life or. . . It just happened to be broken.

"Uh, yes?"

"(Name), are you certain that's your answer?" He said lowly, his voice deepening along every word.

"Y-yes!" Truthfully you had no idea what the heck were you even saying yes to but it was even more dangerous if Wednesday was serious about keeping you here in his dorm room.

The thrill of this secretive meeting excited you but the threat of detention and worse, expulsion, loomed over you the longer you stayed with him.

"Good answer." He seemed to be in a better (you think) mood- "Any other word out of your mouth would've cost you an arm and a leg, (Name)."

Awkwardly you laughed, already used to Wednesday's endearing yet morbid choice of speech but something about this time in your gut dropped like it was warning you to start escaping. From him.

He can't be serious, right. . .

"I wouldn't want to trouble you, Wednesday," you lightly played along. Your heart thumping louder and bare for him to hear if he ever chose to draw near and dissect all the emotions you felt for him.

"You couldn't trouble me even if you tried."

"Um- Wednesday," you pressed yourself against the door and stared up into his almost soulless eyes, "what would actually happen, if, hypothetically speaking, I said no?" Hopefully in this roundabout way you can find out what question he asked you.

"I would have tied and locked you in this room for the rest of the remaining semesters, then relocate you to a remote island where there's no internet access and no possibility of contacting any person except for me." He stepped even closer, "you'll be driven insane until you'd have only one person to depend on, for all your needs including mental and emotional. Me."

You could only breathe in short puffs at this point. Because somewhere along the dangerous lines he spoke, your legs began shivering like you were in a snow-storm yet the only cold thing around you was. . . Him.

"O-okay." A weak response. Your brain stopped functioning a while ago after memorizing every curve of his handsome pale face.

And. . . The more you stared at him, the closer his eyes seem to get. . . There were specks of brown in those eyes, like pieces of stone decorating his pupil in a. . . Soft. You felt something soft press against your lips and closed your eyes, succumbing to Wednesday's wicked plans.

You were doomed the moment you decided it was a good idea to go to his room. Nothing good ever came with a midnight sneaking, maybe except for this kiss. . . .

These little interactions never ceased to bore him for some odd reason. But he was certain now that you were definitely the reason.

Every morning and night, he found himself thinking of you regardless of whatever he was in the middle of doing. An inconvenience you'd have to have responsibility for, and oh he'd made sure, for a long long time you would pay the price unbeknownst to you.

You don't know how but in that same year you met Wednesday, you ended up engaged and married on the spot near the town's abandoned cemetery after misunderstanding his sudden asking for your help. Turns out, you were the fool this whole time for trusting him.

Now you were an Addams with no way back, wearing a white gold ring that seemed to tighten every time you strayed away from his side.

"I won't cry for you" - Yandere Tyler Gaplin x Female Reader (this is my first dark fic🥺) PART 1

PART 2

source: Netflix show- Wednesday

Words: 3340

Warning: Mentions of blood, psychological.

• my note: I haven't watched the show 👀 so this is just me writing whatever I felt could be possibly true from the few articules I've read. Hope everyone can enjoy this last braincell of mine writing this 😤 my holiday is still going on! SHOUT OUT TO MY WRITER SISTER- HMUE LAY. Please guys be patient for part 2 💖☺️ much appreciated for the tips too!!

Summary: Life used to be perfectly normal until you got word of your mother, Laurel Gates (Professor Thornhill), being detained somewhere private after the big event at Nevermore Academy. Now, all alone, it was up to you to take care of things at home and act every bit of what a distraught kid would look like. But you couldn't sit back and do nothing, especially with knowing your mother's 'pet' wasn't going to be taken good care of in prison. You were going to do something and tie some loose strings, like mother like daughter.

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"Last one." The silvery shine of a pair of tweazers as it releases a small insect into the spiky open mouth of a Venus flytrap, was more self-soothing than you thought as you placed the tool down. "I'll be back after a few days, I promise. So make sure to miss me," you whispered to them, lightly brushing your fingertips over the skin of the plants like your mother would.

Among the cluster of exotic plants your mother had grown at home, You lovingly watched your favourite, the last Venus flytrap snap Its leafy mouth shut before you left the house with strapped on bags. Feeding times were fun and all but you were running out of time, it's the house gardener's turn to look after the plants now.

Speedily, you rushed off towards the forest once outside and zipped your jacket up fully while shivering in the freezing cold wind of the night. You lowered your head and kept walking fast.

Hopefully no one saw or recognized you in the streets though you doubt anyone would, it's a small pilgrim world in this town and staying vigilant is key to not look suspicious.

Looking back in the direction of your home, you gave a final whisper to your dearest pet plants. "Sorry guys, mama isn't going to be coming back anytime soon. But rest assured, I will." If you didn't get killed. . . . Maybe hours had passed by with every crunch of dead leaves beneath your shoes, but you weren't sure and you didn't want to waste your cellphone battery by checking the time. You knew where to go and you had to hurry, who knows if the Hyde would be relocated by the time you arrive there.

The beaming of the full moon illuminated through the woods and guided you towards a familiar hiding place, a discernable cave where mother's emergency car hid in. And you held the very keys to it, in hand.

Maybe you've underestimated the amount of times it would take to power up the engine of an old semi-used car, but still you persisted in driving the mungy brown thing out of town and you did, as soundlessly as possible in the dead of night.

And as much as you could manage to nagivate your way through the woods with having the car headlights lead the way, it was more than difficult to track down the path of where the prison van went. Especially knowing it's been almost half a day since that van took off to god-knows-where.

Throwing sidelong glances here and there out in the moonlit dark, you finally slowed the car down after passing by enough thick trees and unfamiliar shrubs to know you were most likely near the intersection.

What actually made you stop the car were the bright strips of orange fabric scattered across the asphalt road in the direction of the woods, not too noticable at first glance but you were pleased to find a clue so early on to where mother's pet had gone.

Like breadcrumbs leading you on the right path, you left your car, pocketing a flashlight in case of emergency, and followed the pieces of fabric as they grew smaller in size and sparse into the forest.

Nevermind the fear of getting lost as your heart shook inside of you the farther you walked from the car, the chill of the biting wind barely calmed your body heating up the moment you spotted splotches of something like blood on the forest ground. You were close, you felt it.

Then you heard it, among the sounds of the night-critters and chripping grasshoppers, a heavy rugged breathing was unmistakably ahead. With a shivering pulse, you slowly stepped towards the area, turning behind a tall tree and saw a shirtless person laid there against the bark.

Eyes shut, disheveled curly hair, long scratches across his face that seemed to be covered in dark liquid, while his chest heaved for air. In the pale moonlight where anything and anyone could disappear, was Tyler Gaplin.

You found him.

It would've been nicer if you had brought a miniature pillow to wake the guy up with but your boots will do the trick for now. So you gave a light kick against his leg, once, twice until giving up at the lack of response.

You crouched near him to whisper, careful to avoid touching the ground and protecting your zippered jacket. "If you're awake you should get up, I'm not going to carry you all the way to the car." No answer.

"I should've expected this. . ." You mumbled.

It would've been better for you to discover him dead but he got lucky. Really lucky. Looks like you'll have to do this the hard way. You pulled back the sleeves of your jacket and grabbed the ankles of the guy, slowly and gently, lugging him across the ground, all the while avoiding branches and rocks where his head could hit. . . .

His heavy body easily slumped like a spinless leaf in the backseat of your car when you didn't bother to try readjusting his position, but you were already out of breath from dragging him the whole time.

Plus the blackseat was now dirtied by him but you weren't going to charge him, even though you should, considering how much easy he made it for you to find him. (Though he could've made things easier if he just disappeared but. . . You'll take what you can get)

Sure he'll deal with a sore neck or back but it wasn't your problem to deal with, you aren't a charity case after all. Only cleaning up the mess your mother made.

You momentarily stretched your back before getting in the driver's seat to drive, glancing often in the rear view mirror at the unconscious body showing no signs of awakening.

Good, you just needed some time before reaching the next town; Waterbury.

Little did you know then that from behind you, a pair of dark green eyes were awake and watching your every move.

. . .

Luckily for you, the dimly lit streets of Waterbury were barren and your job was made much easier to drive your car into the driveway of mother's second house.

It was convenient timing, you admit, that she had thought ahead and prepared a 'hideaway' place a year prior before the start of the new school year at Nevermore Academy. . . For what purpose? It wasn't in your interest to find out, mother does what she wants and so do you.

Now onto the second easiest task; to carry the unconcious bloody guy inside the house before anyone could see you two in the cover of darkness. Your arms ached in memory of the intense labour earlier, surely there must be another way of getting things done.

You stepped closer to the car window, wrapping your arms around your sides, peering inside with sharp eyes.

After examining his unmoving face and soft breathing pattern from outside, you guessed he must be fairly awake by now. You leaned your hip against the cold backseat cardoor, the bags strapped onto you weighing a ton on your bones as you lowered your voice to a no-nonsense level where he should be able to hear.

"Are you just going to keep sleeping? If you could, it'd be nice to give some answers to someone who's helping you and maybe walk yourself into your new home." Trying to sound friendly while still being on edge was the hardest task of the day when in reality you wanted to kick him awake but you gave him a couple more seconds to take in what you said.

The initial silence made you gave up and just as you were about to leave him in the car, a muffled groan came from the guy.

". . . What?" A weak, hoarse answer followed behind a slow opening of eyelids. The guy groggily blinked at you like someone who went through the most exhausting series of events.

Which was great. You didn't expect much to begin with so this response was a good enough start.

"Listen to me very carefully, I am trying to help you," technically you are, "my house is right Infront of us and we need to get you inside, immediately," while it's still dark out. You then pointed to your eyes, staring straight into his, now wide awake, "please blink twice if you understand, sir."

He took in a coarse breath and blinked hard at you, slowly moving his body from lying on the backseat.

"I–I understand," the guy said softly, now sitting as upright as he possibly could while keeping his head down. For a split second you hesitated as your fingers curled over the backseat door handle, his meek behaviour surprised you and at worst, gave you the chills. But you dismissed it, not wanting to overthink anything for this week's clean-up. Plus, you think he realized quick that he has no where else to go.

Truth be told, it was nice to enjoy the silence. No compliants whatsoever when you roughly directed him towards the house door, he walked himself inside, sluggish and zombie-like tired and looked around warily at his new environment as you closed the door.

Flipping on the living room lights, you were hugely relieved to see not a single speck of dust in every mahongy corner, of course mother wouldn't allow any place she owns to become messy. On the flip side, once your sweeping gaze settled on a guy's dirt streaked back, more work piled up in your brain. Great, just when you thought you could rest.

You cleared your throat slightly to get his distracted attention, "I'll go get a first aid kit, are you okay with me treating your. . . Injuries?"

He turned around fully, glancing down at you with a neutral, melancholic expression. "Uh, sure." You waited again incase he'd give another input but he stayed quiet, zoning out. It was obvious his mind was nowhere near present even when his body stood there still infront of you.

A part of you itched with curiousity at the monster in human clothing, usually a normie like you wouldn't have ever gotten the chance to have a face-to-face session with an outcast so this was the closest experience you were getting. In the flesh.

Before you went off to find said first aid kit, you intentionally snapped your fingers in a audible click to bring the guy back to earth. "Oh, feel free to continue sleeping or sit wherever you'd like, no one else is here except for you and me. So just make yourself at home," you said lazily, brushing the debris and pieces of dirt off your clothes on the floor mat. This house may as well be his new home since he can't go back to Jericho. Maybe he knew this too.

At your words, he slumped on the large couch and looked as worn out as a used car tire except covered in dried blood and long scratches. It would be better if you didn't ask where he got those wounds from, the last thing you need right now was more messes to clean up. "I'll be right back," you chriped from the stairs and plopped your bags in one of the empty bedrooms. The first aid kits are always located under the beds but you didn't reach for them right away, instead, you shutaway yourself in the bathroom and discreetly called the housekeeper/gardener from home to tell them the change of plans in your duration.

"I'll be back in 2 to 3 weeks time." You whispered into the cellphone receiver, "if and when mother arrives home before me, tell her I found a new interest or something believable that has to do with plant species. I'm counting on you." You hung up fast on the conglomerate of unhappy nosies before you could hear the proper nagging take place.

Now it was your turn to be unhappy and act like you care. You glimpsed at the red bag peeking out from under your new bed, time to play nurse. . . .

When you headed down the stairs, you spotted the guy staring out the only unblinded window. He didn't say a word and neither did you as you unzipped the red first aid kit and using a clean cloth, wiped his exposed upper body of grim and dirt and. . .

Minutes flied by like this, you disinfecting and then bandaging him up in a kindof decent sling while he stayed still and spaced out the entire time, hardly knowing if he's in pain or not from your inexperienced nursing.

Only when you were finished did he show a silver of movement and emotion.

"This town. . . Isn't Jericho." He spoke up first, voice less hoarse and more certain in something. Almost sounding relieved yet mournful.

All you did was nod as he fell dead asleep right there on the couch.

. . .

The morning after took too long to arrive, when you've already made a small plan in mind to ensure the hyde wouldn't become a problem in the future.

The days went by a grueling slow pace, full of watching a guy adjust to living in an unfamiliar house and spending most of the day inside his room excluding his walk to the fully stocked kitchen for food and staring out the window while you were out and about doing research on his issue. There weren't any pockets of time where both you and him could meet until you finally decided to take a break from overloading your brain and crashed onto the couch unceremoniously.

What you didn't expect to see next were a pair of dark green eyes peering down at you with a scarred face more lively and less pale. You raised an eyebrow, making no more attempts to be friendly outside of necessity, "do you want something?"

"Yeah, to ask a question. . . I mean, more than just one question," he said in a casual tone. You noticed he was wearing layered clothing, a jacket over another on top of a collared shirt, it's good he took the 'make yourself at home' phrase literally so you didn't have much else to do for him.

That brightened your mood and eased away the tiredness in your body.

"Then feel free, Galpin," you patted the seat beside you for him to sit, which he did before visibly tensing up.

"I never told you my name–"

"Tyler Galpin. Who hasn't heard of the sheriff's kid?" You didn't mean to but ended up cutting him off, and adding in a shrug as if to say it was dumb of him to ask.

"Right. . . " His shoulders sagged though not enough to indicate he was relaxed, you don't blame him one bit. He looked troubled but that wasn't in your business, you already played nurse to him so playing therapist was exceeding your limits.

Wait, wasn't he about to ask you something? You guessed it's probably about the town.

You crossed your legs, making sure there was distance between him and you. "If you're worried about being found out here, don't be. It's a small town but shouldn't be hard to keep secrets." As long as he kept a low profile and changed his identity, it can't be too hard.

Tyler swallowed, your gaze lingered on the thin scratch marks across his forehead and check, while knitting his brown eyebrows and listening. "Okay, I guess you're right," he sighed lowly, fingers interlinked over his knees, he looked as if he was distracting himself. Hopefully he ran out of questions because you were out of energy to use on him.

"I just . . . Wanted to know how are things in Jericho." He paused shortly to take in a shaky breath, "is my dad doing alright?" He looked like he probably wanted to ask something else but thought it through and decided not to.

Good decision on his part since no one else except for Nevermore students should know about the. . . Monster situation. It's better if possible that he doesn't find out you knew about him.

"Quiet and busy as usual, the school semester's ended," you deadpanned, "I'm not too friendly with sheriff Galpin but last I heard– the bear attacks have become a huge problem so there's a community alert going on." Bear attacks that he was responsible for.

Tyler's steady gaze never wavered once during the length you spoke, he only nodded and thanked you. At this point in time, as you stared at him, a lone boy, something inside of you began to fester and confusion clouded your mind.

Like some lost animal you had brought into your home to give shelter to, you aren't planning to stay any longer than necessary to befriend or grow attached to him. . . Yet the idea of watching over his 'progress' and hopefully pushing him towards leading a normal life sounded enticing.

You may have been staring for long too or too intensely at Tyler when he waved an open hand Infront of his face. "Uh, you. . . Okay?"

Blink. You blinked again, refocusing on his expression showing slight concern. "I got lost in my thoughts." Not wasting another second, you stood up from the couch, "bye then, Galpin."

There wasn't much to talk about in the first place and you wanted an excuse to avoid spending more time with him, he wasn't a house plant, he can eat, sleep and entertain himself without your help. That's right, you could finally rest again.

The moment you were about to leave, you felt a strong tug behind you. He stopped you by grabbing onto the hem of your blouse. "Hey, wait."

And so you did, turning your head around slowly towards him expectantly. "Yes?" You say in a nice and polite tone. Hoping this wouldn't be a waste of your time.

"Uh– I wanted to say thanks. I don't know what would've happened to me in those woods if you hadn't helped me, thank you. . ." He trailed off his sentence almost welcoming you to input something, like your name. But why would you? He doesn't need your name to survive.

Maybe it would have been better to tell him straight off that you weren't helping him for his own sake. . . But the opportunity to play a new role you've been eyeing for a long time felt too good to pass up. The savior.

For once a genuine smile popped up on your face as you looked into his shaded emerald eyes, "not a problem, Galpin. Glad I could help." Truly, maybe you did mean those words in the moment but you couldn't tell when your heart was beating intensely with excitement.

Before he could let go of the edge of your blouse, like some instinct unlocked in you and your hand automatically reached for his. Warmly caressing the top of his hand for a second as he released his grip, there was a strange twitch in his brows in reaction but you noted that he didn't move away.

No point in you sticking around after he's said his piece. So you smiled while your good mood was still present and went up the stairs. "Night, Galpin."

He didn't respond until you were already at the top of the stairs. "Yeah. . . Goodnight." He appeared, well, sounded to you, like some wounded animal reminded of their past. Or that could've been your imagination but you thought he sounded shaken.

That made sense, he probably still needs time to settle here. You nodded to yourself.

Figures. You knew he had no one else to rely on except a stranger, you, whose name he didn't even know. And the fact he saw you in a positive light felt. . . Good, similar to the same feeling you'd get from feeding your dear plants back home.

As you laid down on your bed, in your room which was next to Tyler's, a thought came across your head before sleep took over.

You were nothing like your mother, in most aspects. At least that's what you'd think.

Yandere Nam Haewon x Female Reader Part 2/2 (Because requested)

👏 For part 1 here

▪︎Warning/Triggers: Reader has long hair, Haewon dies, Yandere Park Yoon soo, platonic(?) Yandere Chae ah, Reader is gaslit and manipulated mildly and gets hit, mentions of blood, small spoiler of the comic(About supernatural stuff in the comic but not too much!)

▪︎Words: 5353

▪︎Manhwa: Olgami

(Requested by @cassanderasblog )

😩👍 author's note: Tumblr has a 4k word limit per post, for some reason it doesnt work for me so ×_× Screenshots to the rescue again! Very sorry everyone!

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For now, you weren’t ever going to be let out of sight from two unlikely allies who agreed on keeping you safe no matter the consequences. Life is good.  “No seasoned steak!” Yoon soo ordered from his place on the large couch, earning a glare from Chae ah who rose to help you out in the kitchen. You felt happier than ever, as Chae ah grumbly took out plates for everyone to eat. You shouted, “order coming right up!” Enjoying life with the two people you cared about who changed your fate.

Yandere Emperor x Gender Neutral Reader Oneshot (🥺 Smutty)

▪︎Warnings/Trigger: Light degradation, READER IS A WEAK AND QUIET PERSON, fluff(?) + smut, reader gets fingered, reader has a burnt scar on bottom half of face(read the manhwa if you interested in the actual romance story of why I put this detail), Mild yandere tendency, psychological,.

▪︎Words: 2612

▪︎Manhwa: The tainted half (ITS NOT COMPLETE, dont worry this oneshot is spoiler friendly!!!)

😭👏 Author's note: apologies everyone, for some reason when it comes to smut, the universe keeps making tumblr shut down whenever I copy paste the words. . . So screenshots to the rescue!

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Being one of the many descendant of a loving union between a goddess and a human, you were born in the Yul clan, who were blessed with such incomparable beauty that was like a curse as your people were exploited, sought after by man’s greed and trapped with no way out. It was difficult to be living in a time of his majesty’s endless tyranny, enduring the scorning of fellow concubines, the disapproval of courtiers and not seeing your cousin, a fellow concubine, was incredibly isolating to you. . . Luckily or unluckily for you, the Emperor has graciously been showing interest in you. You can only hope things will go well from now on.

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😩👍Gona be busy these days with more studying!! Hope you all enjoy this!! Bless you and as always, remember to never give up, it doesnt matter whether you believe in yourself or not -- JUST TRUST YOURSELF!! The situation will always be better than you expect ♡♡♡