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season 1!virgin!tyler galpin x virgin!fem!reader

synopsis – season 1!virgin!tyler having sex with virgin!reader for the first time.

a/n – my tyler requests are open! i love writing for season 1 tyler (especially x vampire!reader) i must say, so i'll give priority to those requests.

smut. fluff

❀ tyler was your first boyfriend and you were his first girlfriend. before you started dating you'd been good friends but dating was a completely different thing, specially when neither of you had much idea of how to handle it. it was all too innocent. the nervous smiles, the way holding hands felt like the boldest thing in the world, the long late-night texts where neither of you wanted to say goodbye...

but it was also too uncertain. you both second guessed everything. how often you should call? where you spending the right amount of time together? were you supposed to hold hands in front of friends or would that look silly? should you be saying i love you yet or was it way too soon?

✿ one of the things you were most unsure about was sex. it was easy to ignored sometimes, but other times it was impossible not to think about. neither of you were sure when the right time was supposed to be, or what if even meant to be ready. was everyone else moving faster? were you supposed to want it more? less?

you caught yourself comparing you to other couples, wondering if they were moving faster, if they knew what they were doing while you were still learning the basics. you never asked each other, but it was there. in the nervous laughter when things went too far, in the way one of you would pull back just before the moment led into more.

❀ and there has been some moments... like the first time you slept together and you woke up in his arms, with your back against his chest. tyler was still peacefully but oh my god you could feel his morning erection poking into your thigh. you didn't know what to do. should you stay still and pretend nothing happened? should you pull away before he noticed you noticing?

and then while you were moving around the kitchen making breakfast his eyes stared for more than necessary the curve of your ass to the point tyler could notice that your pajama shorts were a little see through and he could see your panties. he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the eggs in the pan, anything to hide the way his cheeks were heating up.

✿ it was one afternoon when you were at his house. you brought all your stuff, knowing his dad would be gone the entire evening and night. you ordered dinner, laughed over what to pick, and sat cross legged on the living room floor, eating straight out of the boxes and stealing bites from each other's plates. you played video games and tyler laughed every single time you lost and you accused him of being a terrible boyfriend for not letting you win at least once.

then, when it was getting late, you went to his room. you sat in his bed next to him. tyler had his laptop on his legs, scrolling through movies until you both agreed on something.

the room was dim except for the glow of the screen and soft lamp in the corner. as the movie played, you found yourself less focused on the story and more aware of the little things: the way his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder, how you stretched out your legs, brushing his and he didn't move away...

tyler lowered his head and pressed a sweet kiss to the top of your head. so innocent and so natural, like he always did. you couldn't help but smile as you turned your face toward him and leaned closer, giving a short kiss to his lips in return. now tyler was the one smiling. his free hand, the one not holding you close, came to brush your cheek and guide your face to his. tyler kissed you again, this time not breaking away.

the kiss deepened and you found yourself leaning more and more into him. tyler slid the laptop off his legs so there was nothing left between you two and he guided you closer, pulling you into his lap.

❀ there was nothing new about this. you'd make out in his lap before, and his hands had rested at your waist like they did now. but tonight was different, because instead of pushing away and laugh awkwardly when tyler got hard under you, you rolled your hips at his, almost involuntarily, but willing to know how it felt.

you both let out a moan into each other's mouth and that's when you broke the kiss. for a moment, you looked at each other's, waiting for the nervous laugh, for the playful push back, but neither of you moved. his eyes searched yours, asking a question he couldn't quite say out loud, and you realized you were asking the same.

so instead of saying anything, your lips met again and your hips rolled against tyler's one more time and his hands held your waist tighter. you felt how his mouth pressed harder against yours.

✿ tyler played with the edge of your pajama t-shirt. you were nervous. it wasn't like when he sees you with a bikini at the beach, it was more intimate. you hesitated for a moment but you ended up lifting your arms, feeling how a heat rush ran to your cheeks.

he pulled the t-shirt over your head and his fingers looked for the hook of your bra. tyler looked at you before continuing until you gave him a soft nod and he struggled, because he had never unhooked a bra and doing it without looking was even harder. you stayed still, letting him figure it out until you felt the click and it came out. you also took his shirt off and timidly and your hands rested against his abs.

❀ and he was so respectful as you always knew he'd be. tyler asked for permission before attaching his lips to your nipple, and you didn't know if he did it on purpose but his teeth brushed against your sensitive nipple and made you moan louder. his other hand rested in your hip, waiting for a sign that you wanted more, and that sign came into your hand resting on top of this and encouraging him to help you move.

✿ the rest of the undressing was clumsy and it wasn't sexy at all. before you stood up from him and when you felt his hand clutching at the fabric of your shorts, you broke away from his lips, just enough to talk.

—wait, tyler...

he looked at you worried. wanted you to stop? had he done something wrong? went too fast?

—i haven't shaved, —you admitted, cheeks burning. —i didn't know this was happening tonight... i don't know if you wanna keep going.

tyler sighed in relief, so it was that.

—i haven't shaved either, —he confessed. —do you wanna keep going?

for a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, and then, slowly, a small smile appeared at your lips.

❀ you had to stand from him to pull down your pajama shorts and panties, tripping with the fabric from the nervousness. tyler lifted his hips from the bed and took off his pants and underwear.

being naked in front of him wasn't as embarrassing as you thought. tyler had always shown you just how in love he was with your body, with every curve, every mark... he didn't care about the months you'd gained or lost weight, or whether you had body hair, or any of the little things you'd always worried about.

you caught the way his ears turned pink, his face flushed, and in that moment, oh my god, you realized you were staring, but you hadn't meant to, it was just that you'd never seen one in real life and you couldn't believe it was really happening.

—i'm sorry, i didn't mean to...

he shook his head and reached for your hand, but you stopped.

—can i...? can you be on top for tonight?

he nodded, almost before you finished talking, —of course.

✿ so you lay on his bed. knees up, legs spread, waiting for him. tyler reached for the drawer in his bed night table and you saw the a box full of condoms. your eyes widened a bit and tyler noticed and he realized that you probably were thinking that, even though you'd never gone that far together, he had a box full of condoms sitting in his drawer.

—it's not... i wasn't... i didn't even buy it, my dad gave it to me.

and if your cheeks weren't burning enough at the sight of so many condoms, now the thought of his dad handing him the box of condoms made your stomach twist in embarrassment. you pressed your face into your hands to hide the nervous laugh.

❀ tyler leaned over you, resting his weight on his hands on either side of your head. he looked down at you, trying to find any hint in your face that would let him know that you were not sure about this or that you wanted to stop, but there wasn't.

—you sure? —he felt the need to ask one last time.

you nodded, fingers threading through the curls at the back of his head. with one of his hands, he wrapped his fingers around himself, lining up against your entrance and he pushed inside you, careful, paying attention to any sign that you were uncomfortable. you swallowed, repositioning yourself in the bed.

—hurts?

you shook your head, —just a little uncomfortable.

—tell me if it gets worse.

you nodded and pulled him down to kiss his lips. tyler pushed deeper and you both moaned into each other's mouths. your legs squeezed him, encouraging to keep going, and so he did, until he bottomed you. tyler stayed like that for a moment, letting you adjust, not wanting to move until you told him it was okay, but also so he could focus on not coming right there.

✿ his pace was calm, not wanting to rush the moment, not wanting to hurt you and his lips never left yours, sometimes only to press his forehead against yours, your moans and breaths mingling. and then tyler's hips got faster and your legs wrapped around his body, trying to bring him closer, you both wanting to show each other how bad you wanted this. but still the carefulness was there, even as the urgency in both of you grew. the moment you breath caught too sharply in your throat, he slowed, worried he was pushing when he shouldn't and you had to whisper to keep going.

❀ and you felt how a tight nod started forming in the lower part of your abdomen, one that made you roll your hips against tyler's, needing more. he came with a deep groan that gave you goosebumps, yet you couldn't seem to reach that same high.

tyler kept going because he knew you hadn't finished yet and because he didn't want to be one of those guys that can't make her girlfriend finish. you started to get desperate, so you sneak your hand between your bodies, looking for your clit.

—let me, —he whispered, and he replaced your hand with his.

your back arched, your eyes closed shut. you let yourself relax into his touch as you felt his lips working on your neck, and it didn't take long until you were clenching around him and coming with a loud whine.

✿ the aftercare was so natural. you looked at each other, catching your breaths. tyler was still on top of you, and you couldn't help but laugh out of awkwardness.

—i'll bring you water, —he said, removing himself from you. the first thing he did after taking off the condom was to reach for his underwear, a sudden wave of shyness taking over him.

you nodded, also reaching for your panties and bra, —and i'll go to the bathroom.

Awkward

pairing : 18yo!Tyler Galpin x 18yo!Fem! Reader

warnings: smut/nsfw content . both inexperienced and awkward . virginity loss . unprotected sex . dirty talk. aftercare.

synopsis: what starts out as joking around in Tyler’s room doesn’t stop where it usually does. Neither of you have done this before, but you figure it out together.

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It started the same way it always did: laughter, a shove, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The two of you had been “play fighting” for weeks, though both of you knew the game was only half about winning. Tonight it tipped too far.

“Pinned,” Tyler announced, breathless, grinning down at you.

“You cheated,” you shot back, squirming beneath him.

“Yeah?” His grin widened. “Prove it.”

Monster

pairing : Virgin! Tyler Galpin x Virgin! Reader

synopsis : Your first time with Tyler should’ve been sweet and innocent, but it’s hard to stay gentle when the Hyde won’t stay buried. He almost loses control inside you, and you almost wish he had.

warnings : explicit sexual content , p in v sex , virginity loss (both), primal undertones

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Tyler’s room was dim, lit only by the yellow glow of the bedside lamp. The scent of coffee and cedar still clung faintly to the sheets, and you could hear your own heartbeat in the hush of the late hour. You sat on the edge of his bed, legs tucked nervously together, while he hovered across from you, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, curls falling over his forehead.

Neither of you had done this before. You both knew it. And that made every look, every accidental brush of skin, feel amplified , hot, electric.

not a request, just wanted to share hehe

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I know you said not a request however i saw this on my break and couldn’t help but indulge.

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The first time you took Tyler home, you thought you understood what you were in for. You’d seen him lean against the counter at the Weathervane, forearms flexing under rolled sleeves, broad shoulders stretching flannel, all that lazy charm hiding something hungrier underneath. You’d thought: big. But you hadn’t known how big.

Now you did.

𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: When Sheriff Galpin’s working late, you and Tyler share a bottle at home. He’s soft and tipsy, all warmth and boyish honesty, until the Hyde-strength he can’t turn off slips through in how easily he handles you

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ / NSFW Graphic smut, drinking/ alcohol use ,Drunk but consensual sex (clear consent established) Manhandling , Rough sex ,Oral sex ,Creampie, Praise + possessive language ,Soft aftercare

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It wasn’t unusual for Sheriff Galpin to work late. The house was quiet when he left, quiet still after, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the low music you and Tyler had put on to fill the silence

Two bottles sat on the coffee table. One nearly empty. The other well on its way. Tyler leaned back against the couch cushions with his legs stretched out, a half-smile on his lips and a whiskey glass dangling loosely from his fingers. His hair was a mess from running his hands through it, his shirt rumpled from how he’d slouched down to one side.

but imagine riding that monster cock? whew, its a whole different experience to engulf it from on top, sinking and taking it all with every drop of ur hips, yum

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Your thighs were already trembling when you finally settled over him, the head of his cock pushing against you with a pressure that felt impossible to take. Tyler’s hands were spread wide across your hips, firm enough to steady you but not enough to force you. His eyes never left yours, the sharpness in them softened by the way his jaw clenched as he fought to stay still.

“Go slow,” he rasped, his voice rough, the words vibrating against your chest where he leaned back into the mattress. “You’ll drive me insane if you don’t.”

You tried. You really did. But even the smallest shift of your hips had you sliding down another inch, the stretch burning and delicious all at once. Your nails dug into his shoulders as a helpless moan spilled out, your body clenching as though to push him out and pull him deeper in the same breath.

“Fuck—” Tyler’s head dropped back, his throat working as he groaned. His grip on your hips tightened. “You’re taking me… all of me. Christ, you feel so—” He cut himself off, dragging in a shuddering breath.

It felt endless, sinking down on him. Every inch filled you more, pressed against nerves you hadn’t known could ache like this. By the time you reached the base, your thighs were shaking so hard you almost collapsed forward. Tyler caught you instantly, one arm circling your waist and holding you flush against him.

“Look at you,” he muttered against your ear, voice hoarse and reverent. “Taking it all. Thought about this every damn night.”

You whimpered, trying to move, but the fullness left you dizzy. The first slow drag upward made your body seize, your walls fluttering desperately around him. When you sank back down, his curse broke into a ragged groan, his hands guiding you without thought.

Every roll of your hips had him throbbing inside you, so deep it was almost unbearable. You gasped and clutched at his hair, riding him in messy, desperate motions that left you both undone. Tyler met every drop of your hips with a thrust upward, filling you to the edge of breaking, his teeth grazing your throat when your moans grew louder.

“Keep going,” he demanded, his voice wrecked. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you fall apart on me. All of it. Every sound, every shake—mine.”

The word branded itself into your skin, and when you finally broke, trembling and crying out as your body spasmed around him, Tyler held you through it. He drove into you harder, rougher, until his own release tore through him, spilling deep inside and dragging another whimper from your lips at the overwhelming heat.

You stayed there, panting and trembling in his arms, both of you too wrung out to move. Tyler stroked your back with a shaky hand, pressing his forehead to yours with a grin that was more dazed than cocky.

but! reader and tyler were together before the hyde incident and he got taken away. reader seems to have the opposite effect of thornhill (??) where she calms him down and when he’s near her it’s like the hyde doesn’t exist. soooo reader goes with wednesday to visit tyler in the institution and she visits with him after wednesday has her interrogation. just super yearny stuff lol

—i don't think this is a good idea, —you whispered to wednesday, taking a few step back.

the door to the chamber were tyler was kept was open, but you still couldn't bring yourself to look inside. you hadn't even dared to glance through the reinforced window, but you knew he was in there. you'd heard him, talking to wednesday, while you stood outside, pressing your back to the wall. maybe if he told wednesday what she wanted to know, you wouldn't have to go in. maybe you could be spared from seeing him like that.

but tyler was not collaborating, you knew it when she opened the door looking for you. wednesday knew he wouldn't be able to resist to you.

—it's not, —wednesday agreed, —but you need to do it.

your throat tightened. you shook your head, —i don't know if i can.

—you can. you're the only one who can make him remember what he is besides the hyde.

and you turned, forcing your legs to move because you knew if you didn't do it, you were leaving your friends' lives at risk after those murders.

the fluorescent light from the ceiling blinked when you crossed the threshold into his chamber. cold sterile air hit you. and then you saw him, with big dark circles under his eyes, shirtless, skin pale against the harsh light. tyler looked exhausted and now confused too. his brow furrowed, his head tilted slightly like he couldn't trust his eyes.

tyler expected wednesday to come in and storm him again, he didn't even know you were here.

your name broke in his throat like he'd been holding it back for months. you took a shaky step closer when wednesday closed the door behind you. you didn't feel safe, after everything, how could you? yet you knew one thing with certainty. tyler wouldn't hurt you. not you.

—god... —his voice trembled as he leaned closer, pressing his forehead against the bars. his eyes searched yours, wide and desperate. —i thought i'd never see you again.

the chains at his wrists clinked as his fingers curled tight around the bars. his knuckles were white, as if he didn't hold onto the bars, he might reach straight through for you.

you managed a quick, nervous little smile though you hugged yourself, —well, here i am.

—you have no idea how it is to be here without you. i dream about you every night and then i wake up and it's just these walls, these chains. and i think about tearing this place apart, —his breathing became deeper, his chest raising and falling. —i've tried. i've tried to get to you...

his eyes widened with panic and fury, and you saw it. his hands twisted, fingers turning into claws.

—tyler...

but before he could fully shift, the collar around his neck flared with a sharp spark of light. a chocked groan left his mouth and his body jolted as he dropped to his knees. without thinking, you dropped down too, your knees hitting the cold concrete just on the other side of the bars. you pressed closer, desperate to catch his gaze.

—tyler, look at me. i'm here. i came to see you.

his forehead rested against the bars, chest heaving. he refused at first, shame in his face but at the sound of your voice his eyes finally lifted. it'd been so long since you'd seen those eyes looking at you like that, and for a second, you could see the soft barista that smelled like coffee, who wiped his hands on his apron just to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled at you across the counter like you were his favorite part of the day.

—i've missed you too, ty. every single day. i don't know how to live without you.

you rested your forehead against his. now there were chains instead of aprons, bruises in his hands instead of flour. but the second your skin touched his, the tension in his body began to fade.

you swallowed hard before you sneaked your hand past the cold metal bars until your fingers found the familiar curls at the back of his head. he shivered at the touch, the first soft and gentle one in months. tyler leaned into your palm. wednesday must have threatened security because there was no other way you were getting away with this.

she was looking the scene through the reinforced window at the other side of the door. tyler had been violent with her, full of rage and wild, and now he was on his knees, completely undone by your touch. by you.

you gulped. you were there with a mission and it was not to stroke his hair all night. you had to ask now, now that you had him in the palm of your hand, literally and metaphorically.

Tyler Galpin x reader

Part 2 of almost his again

Summery-After Almost His Again, Tyler returns, darker and more obsessive. You resist, but your heart betrays you—until Wednesday interrupts, and he vanishes with a chilling promise: this isn’t over

Tropes-obsessive love|forbidden desire|love:hate|

Ps-sorry if this seems a little rushed. I tried my best to get it out as quickly as possible x.

☆. in which thornhill kidnaps tyler’s partner and he’s not pleased about it.

     ⋆˚❀ ❙ Getting themself kidnapped wasn’t on the bucket list for today—all the werewolf wanted to do was follow Thornhill around as they were beyond suspicious of her. There’s been a string of killings involving a monster; a hyde as it was called. Y/N L/N was almost one hundred percent certain that Thornhill’s the one that’s been controlling it—and looks like they were right. How had things come to this? It was the million dollar question.

While Wednesday Addams was suspicious of Xavier Thorpe for being said monster and Dr. Kinbott of being said master—it was very much so the last thing Y/N believed—they’ve done an investigation of their own and came to find Thornhill responsible.

Ever since she began working at Nevermore Academy, she had been way too nice, and it was because she had a nefarious plan. She wasn’t the person that everyone thought; to be honest, the werewolf teen wasn’t even all that surprised once they began suspecting.

What surprised them the most was that the monster turned out to be their boyfriend of a year. He hadn’t verbally spoken about it but they knew him and they could tell that there was something wrong. The last time the two were on a date, they noticed he received an angry text from Thornhill and he left as soon as he found an opportunity.

Y/N wasn’t stupid and no, they didn’t want to believe that their boyfriend was the hyde, but their evidence pointed towards him. The question remained—why was Tyler forced to kill people? There was no way he was doing it because he wanted to…never would they accept that as an answer.

The werewolf thought they were sneaky but as it turned out, the teacher was aware that they were on to her, so she led them into an obvious trap; it being obvious now that they were in this position. She injected them with something that knocked them out as quickly as possible, and now here they were, sitting in an abandoned house with chains around them.

“Who else have you told,” was the first thing the woman asked them after they came to.

“What? About you being a psychopath?” To be honest, Y/N could be quite sarcastic and their comment earned a slap on their face—the right cheek to be specific. The woman’s action proved that the teenager struck deep with their words.

“You won’t be laughing when your boyfriend comes and kills you just because I want him to.” Thornhill gave a sickening smile.

The teenager’s expression turned darker at the mention of the boy they loved. “Why did you do this to someone as sweet as him? He shouldn’t be involved with you. You’re using him to do your dirty work and manipulating him.”

Y/N had always been protective of the boy, as was proven by their words. It didn’t even matter if it ended up with her slapping them again, they needed to speak their mind. He was such a sweetheart and since the killings began, they could tell that Tyler wasn’t okay mentally.

“Why? You outcasts shouldn’t exist. You are nothing but an abomination! Sweet Tyler will help me put an end to you, all of you. You’re not as smart as you think, by the way. After I caught you following me, I realized that. Did you think you’d get away with it? You are so stupid. You and Wednesday are a pain in my ass, but at least Addams hasn’t caught onto this yet.” Thornhill ranted on and on.

She took a breath before continuing, “I have waited years for this and I’m not going to be stopped by a dirty werewolf. Everything was taken from me! My brother was killed by you outcasts and so were my parents.”

The teenager fought the urge to roll their eyes at the woman’s obvious grudge. “You do realize that it’s not going to bring anyone back, right? I wasn’t even born thirty years ago when your brother died, so how is that on me? How is that on Nevermore’s student body? You seriously need therapy, Laurel.”

“You weren’t but that hardly matters! It was an outcast to blame and none of you should be alive anyways. I’d be doing normies quite the favor.” Laurel Gates glared at the teen as she was absolutely livid after speaking about her family’s deaths.

Y/N was about to argue with their captor but paused once they heard the sound of quick footsteps approaching. It wasn’t long before the familiar being could be seen by both the werewolf and human. It was relieving to now have someone else in the room and not just be stuck with Laurel Gates and her horrible obsession.

It made them feel disgusted to be in a room with Laurel Gates knowing what she forced their boyfriend to do; she manipulated Tyler, lied to him, and was basically grooming him. If the werewolf wasn’t chained up, they sure as hell wouldn’t take it easy on her. They did have a strong desire to end this all for Tyler; he deserved so much better in their eyes.

Speaking of the Galpin boy, he was shocked to see his partner sitting on the ground with chains wrapped around their chest and their arms. He stood there with a poker face but his eyes told a different story—he was quite honestly horrified to see the sight and that’s something that Y/N noticed when the couple met each other’s gazes.

“What is N/N doing here?” Tyler asked with an unreadable tone.

Laurel went to explain but was cut off by the kidnapped teenager as they didn’t want the woman’s voice sounding through the room. “I was suspicious of psycho over here and I followed her—turns out I wasn’t sneaky like I thought and she drugged me. I woke up like this and I’ve had to deal with her annoying ass.”

Tyler couldn’t help but want to laugh at his partner’s description of the woman but the boy was able to suppress such feelings. He was genuinely concerned about them since he was aware how Laurel felt; anyone that’s investigating the monster or suspicious had ended up dead or would be. That’s how she wanted things done.

Laurel had an angered expression plastered on her features and she moved closer to the werewolf again, striking their face again due to their sharp words. Said strike stung like a blazing fire from the force but Y/N didn’t see any point in giving the woman satisfaction.

The Galpin watched his master hit his lover and something primal in him was opened up like a Pandora’s Box—he was disgusted with the scene in front of him and all he felt in the moment was this overwhelming urge to just protect the person he loved. It wasn’t a want but it was a need; everything within him told him to protect Y/N with whatever means the action would take.

His eyes never strayed from his partner and their eyes eventually met his once again. He could see that they were in pain, most likely from being hit and the tightness of the chain wrapped around them. He attempted to his best ability to keep his emotions from being showcased on his features but it was quite a challenge.

The hyde inside was screaming to be let out but he fought over control. He hated Laurel, especially in this exact moment. She may be his master and the person who unlocked the side of him that not even he knew about, but nothing would ever come close to Y/N. Their relationship meant everything to him and he had a special bond with them that he didn’t think possible until he met them.

“You might want to shut your mouth, wolf. It wouldn’t be wise to get on my bad side, but I guess you already have.” The Gates woman seethed before focusing back on Tyler with a sickeningly sweet smile escaping past her lips.

She then explained her next command, “We have an issue here as I’m sure you can see. This werewolf has discovered everything so we must not let them leave. They could run and tell, which we cannot have happen. We have so much more to do. I believe the only choice now is to kill them.”

Tyler’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the mere mention of killing his lover—that would not be happening! He would never allow any harm to come to them, he would rather die if he was one hundred percent honest. It really wasn’t a concept that could be thought as it very much so angered him.

“Absolutely not!” He defied Laurel’s words.

“Sweetie, come on. We have much more to do and it’s getting closer to the deadline. It’s only two weeks away from the big day.” She made her attempts at reminding him of their plans—well, her plan that she forced him to comply with.

By now, his breathing had become uneven—it was almost impossible to control the hyde inside. It was quickly taking over after these threats against Y/N were brought up by the Gates woman. He couldn’t let her hurt them.

Y/N noticed the changes in their boyfriend’s demeanor and could see that he was closer to losing control. It didn’t scare them like the way most people would think; it actually had the opposite effect and made them feel this sense of protection and safety. They were a lot more relieved that he was there but they didn’t want anything bad happening to him anymore.

Laurel also clocked these changes and she took a few steps back from the werewolf to make her way closer to the Galpin. “Just do this one thing and we won’t have to stress. It will be over before you know it.”

Those were the wrong choices in words.

A darkened expression made its way onto Tyler’s features and it showed that he was completely pissed off. Laurel backed away from him with a questioning gleam glazing her eyes. Never had the boy been like this, so what had changed? He looked absolutely bloodthirsty and ready to end her life.

She then remembered something she read whilst researching hydes—the species could have a soulmate and if a hyde did, they had a protective streak and would do absolutely anything for said person. Masters actually didn’t matter in the case of a hyde having a mate, and more often than not the creature wouldn’t hesitate in killing their master if it’s a way to save or protect their mate.

“Well shit, that shouldn’t be possible.” She voiced after coming to the realization.

Y/N raised a brow out of curiosity. “What do you mean?”

“Me threatening you made him angry and he refuses to kill you like I want him to. What I say doesn’t seem to matter now because you’re apparently his soulmate. It’s tragic to be honest.” The auburn haired woman gave a sigh after revealing the important details.

“If anyone’s dying, it’s you.” Tyler shot back before he transformed into the creature—he was blinded by his rage and couldn’t think of anything else other than keeping his lover and Laurel apart. To him, Laurel was enemy number one who needed to be eliminated.

Once he was in hyde form, he growled at the auburn haired woman. Y/N smiled at this as they always knew deep down that he would never hurt them. He wasn’t scary to them—but seeing fear in Laurel’s eyes, they really enjoyed seeing her panic. She knew that he was targeting her and bolted outside of the old Gates residence as fast as she could.

Y/N couldn’t get a word in since the hyde did not hesitate in chasing after the woman, the mission being to do whatever possible to get her away from the werewolf. The Nevermore student was left alone and they attempted to break out of the chains, which would end up being impossible since the night wasn’t a full moon type of night. They could turn and escape like they wished.

All they could do was wait until Tyler came back and they were certain he would, but it was a matter of when. Time passed slowly and they were bored until they heard a loud scream coming from a little ways away; the auburn haired woman had been attacked and most likely killed but Y/N couldn’t find it in themself to care.

How could they when she hated outcasts and had treated their boyfriend so horribly? Not to mention the murders and revenge on all outcasts that she planned. To them, Tyler killing her would be poetic in a sense.

Speaking of, the Galpin boy rushed back in the room a couple minutes later, now having a different outfit on since his previous outfit had been shredded to pieces in the midst of his transformation. In his hand, they noticed a key and instantly they had a feeling that it was one to their freedom.

Tyler kneeled down next to them and fiddled with the lock. He was sweating a bit and he was almost nervous looking. All the teenage werewolf wanted was to bring the boy into a hug and never let go—honestly both of them could use the comfort and it was obvious.

As soon as he freed them, he helped them stand back up. The H/C haired being didn’t hesitate in wrapping their arms around Tyler and brought him as close to their body as he could be. There was a moment of silence but it wasn’t uncomfortable, rather it was a welcomed thing. Neither of them wished for the warm embrace to cease but honestly, so many things needed talked about.

Tyler was the one who pulled away first and his partner could see the fearful gleam in his eyes. They noticed how he couldn’t seem to meet their gaze at first.

“What’s wrong bub?” They asked after they raised a hand and stroked his right cheek, a movement meant to comfort him further.

The Galpin couldn’t find his words starting out but his lover was patient with him and had no qualms with waiting for him. He had a million reasons why he loved them but the patience they had with him and the care did make the high-end of the list.

Tyler sighed before softly speaking what the problem was. “Please don’t be mad at me—I didn’t want to do anything she made me do. I-I’m not that person, at least I don’t want to be. I wanted to tell you so badly but Laurel…she kept telling me that you would hate me.”

A tear slid down the boy’s face and it broke his partner’s heart to see. Tyler had issues in the past but he had worked hard on both himself and making up for past actions. The relationship he had with Y/N helped him get through so much and the E/C eyed being did always make him want to be better.

The Nevermore student shook their head, a half-smile forming on their lips. “My love, it’s impossible for me to be mad, at least at you. She manipulated and groomed you. She did horrible things and made you go along with it. It’s not your fault.”

Tyler brought his love back into his embrace and relaxed a bit, having the opportunity to calm down somewhat. What did he ever do to deserve someone so caring? He was the most thankful for the other teenager.

“I killed her,” he whispered as he closed his eyes.

“I had a feeling but you were ultimately right for doing so. I don’t know what she planned to do in two weeks but I’m sure it wasn’t any good. You stopped whatever that was and it makes it better that you’re free from her.” To be honest, Tyler being free of Laurel was the best part to Y/N.

Y/N continued by saying, “I’m not sure what is typically supposed to happen when hydes kill their masters, but she seemed surprised when you wanted to protect me. She said an interesting thing before—she said that I was your soulmate. I guess that explains why the hyde found it easy to defy her. I’d love to do some research on it but I think that means our bond is stronger than anything.”

Tyler smiled at the mention of Y/N being his soulmate and the thought made him feel an overwhelming sense of happiness. He didn’t know that soulmates existed until now but it was obvious that the two had that type of a relationship. He would do anything for them, as would they for him. It had always seemed to be that way, even when the two were just friends.

“It makes sense. The feelings I have for you, they’re so strong. I love you with everything in me and sometimes it’s scary, but I would never want that to change. I don’t see how it could though.” Tyler never had an issue with expressing his feelings to the person he had such an immense fondness for.

Y/N was beyond jovial after hearing what he thought about them. Their smile widened as a result and they couldn’t help but to place a gentle kiss on the side of Tyler’s neck; the H/C haired being rubbed their left hand up and down his back afterwards.

“It’s you and me against the world, baby. I’m always so grateful that we met and that you fell in love with me just as much as I had. To be honest, I feared back then that I wouldn’t find the right person, but I found that in you, and I couldn’t be happier.” Y/N’s tone was a lot more calm than before and it worked so well to further relax the Galpin boy.

The two remained in each other’s arms for a couple minutes longer before the werewolf’s brain seemed to remember that Laurel was dead outside of the abandoned house. The two of them would need to leave since they would be in quite the predicament if Tyler’s dad showed up or something.

Hesitantly, the L/N teen pulled away, which caused Tyler to almost pout since he wasn’t ready for that to happen. His lover laughed, it sounding like music to his ears.

“Bub, we have to go, we can’t stay here. We can go back to your place or I can sneak you into my dorm. My roommate is with their girlfriend for the night so we have the room to ourselves.” Y/N offered the options to the boy and waited for him to decide of the next course of action.

“Can we go back to your dorm? Please.” He didn’t want to go back home and risk seeing his father. Sheriff Galpin most likely wouldn’t return to the household for the night but the curly haired teen never really knew.

“Of course,” the Nevermore student assured Tyler.

They looked down and took a hold of one of his hands before the couple began walking out of the old Gates household. Tyler Galpin had driven himself there which was great as it was a little ways away to Nevermore from the house.

The drive was quiet but it was a comfortable silence that neither teenager minded. It was needed at the time but once they arrived to the Academy and Y/N snuck him into their dorm, the rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms.

Y/N L/N and Tyler Galpin were there for one another when they needed it the most and their relationship proved to be stronger than ever.

author’s note!

sooo.... I saw an idea post about if tyler finds the reader after he escapes and he was going to come into her dorm but has to flee because Wednesday catches him. Wednesday moves reader into a safe house, and this is what happens. enjoy!

Wednesday’s blade was still drawn, her expression flat but her eyes razor-sharp as they scanned the storm-slick window for a sign of Hyde or Tyler shaped silhouette.

“He was here,” she said again, though it wasn’t a question.

You swallowed hard, forcing your voice steady. “He broke in. I didn’t ask him to. He, he cornered me.”

For a moment, Wednesday studied you. Not with pity, but with the unnerving precision she reserved for crime scenes. Then, finally, she sheathed her blade.

“You can’t stay here. He’ll come back. And the next time, I may not arrive in time to stop him.”

“Where would I even go?”

Her expression didn’t shift, but there was a flicker of calculation in her eyes. “There’s a place. Few know it exists, fewer still can enter without invitation.”

That’s how you found yourself trudging through the storm an hour later, following Wednesday across Nevermore’s sprawling grounds, past the gargoyles and twisting stone paths that seemed older than time itself. She led you toward the edge of the woods, where ivy strangled an ancient stone archway.

“This was a sanctuary during the Witch Hunts,” Wednesday explained in her flat monotone. “The outcasts who survived built this place as a refuge. It’s been used ever since, for those who need to disappear.”

When you stepped inside, the air changed. The safe house wasn’t just a building, rather it felt alive, humming faintly against your skin. The walls bore faint runes, glowing softly in the candlelight as though they remembered every soul who had once sought protection here.

“This will hold him back?” you whispered.

Wednesday’s mouth twitched in something almost like a smirk. “It will hold back everything.”

The following days blurred into discipline.

At first, the memories of Tyler left you raw, shaken. But under Wednesday’s cold guidance—and your own burning determination—you refused to stay weak.

Telekinesis had once come to you like instinct, effortless, a part of your bloodstream. But since the battle at Crackstone’s crypt, since Tyler’s claws had ripped into your stomach, everything had dulled. The scars across your skin weren’t just reminders—they were barriers.

The first night in the safe house, you collapsed after moving a candle an inch. But you forced yourself up again.

By the third day, your control sharpened. Books flew to your call. Daggers suspended midair without trembling. You could shatter a glass with the flick of a wrist.

By the seventh, your power sang in your veins again. Stronger. Sharper. Ruthless.

And in the rare hours between training, you immersed yourself in your other obsession: your research. Immunotherapy protocols scribbled across chalkboards, DNA sequences mapped onto parchment, breakthroughs blooming under candlelight. It kept your mind sharp, your heart steady. It reminded you of who you were beyond him.

You were not the girl who froze under his touch. You were more than his ghost.

But then the notes began.

Slipped under your door, tucked into the folds of your books, left on your pillow.

You can’t hide from me. I still feel you. You’re mine.

You burned the first few. Ignored the next. You buried yourself in training, in science, in focus.

He would not derail you again.

The storm that night felt different.

It wasn’t just the rain against the stained glass or the groan of the wind through the rafters—it was in the air, thick and electric, crawling over your skin like a warning. Every flash of lightning illuminated the runes carved into the walls of the safe house, their glow flickering, almost as if they were faltering.

You had been bent over your desk for hours, ink staining your fingertips, scattered papers covered in immunotherapy notes and sketches of molecular pathways. It should have been enough to keep you grounded. To keep you tethered to logic, to science, to anything but him.

But when the candlelight stuttered and the shadows deepened, you knew.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose. Your power stirred in your veins before your conscious mind caught up.

And then you heard it.

“Miss me?”

Your blood iced.

You turned, and there he was.

Tyler stood just inside the doorway, framed by the storm behind him. Rain clung to him, running down the sharp lines of his jaw, dripping from his dark curls onto the stone floor. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric plastered against muscle, every inch of him sculpted by the storm.

But it was his eyes that undid you—those storm-gray eyes locked on you with a hunger that was both devastating and familiar.

Your chair scraped back violently as you rose. The air around you vibrated, telekinetic energy flaring in response to your pulse. “Get. Out.”

His mouth curved in a slow, almost lazy smirk, though there was nothing casual about the way his gaze devoured you. “Not even a hello? After all this time?”

“I said get out,” you snapped, your voice sharper than the thunder outside. “You’re not welcome here. This place should have kept you out.”

He stepped forward, unconcerned. The runes on the walls pulsed faintly, resisting him—but he kept coming, as though the house itself bent to his will.

“You really think stone and symbols could keep me from you?” His voice was low, dangerous, threaded with heat. “Nothing could.”

You lifted a hand, books rattling on their shelves, a pen lifting into the air beside you, vibrating with your power. “Try me.”

For a moment, something flickered across his face—pride, almost admiration. “You’ve gotten stronger.”

“I had to,” you hissed. “Because of you. Because you broke me.”

That cracked his smirk. His jaw tightened. “I never wanted to break you.”

“You lied to me.” The words tore out of you, raw, vicious. The pen snapped midair with the force of your fury. “You made me love you while you slaughtered people I cared about. Do you know what that felt like? To realize every kiss, every whisper, every promise was just a mask?”

His voice roughened, breaking through the storm. “They weren’t lies. Not with you. Not for a second.”

“Don’t.” You tried to shove him back with your power, but he held his ground. The invisible force rippled against him like wind against a cliff.

“You think I wanted this?” he growled, stepping closer, each stride a collision course. “You think I chose the Hyde? The blood on my hands?” He stopped just in front of you, his chest rising and falling hard, heat radiating off him despite the storm’s chill. “The only choice I made was you.”

You laughed, bitter and sharp, though your heart was racing against your ribs. “Choosing me? That’s what you call it? Using me? Lying to my face while you killed in the dark?”

His hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. The force rattled the shelves, sent a candle crashing to the ground. Your body jolted—but you didn’t flinch away.

“Don’t twist this,” he snarled, eyes burning into yours. “You were the only thing that made me feel human. Every time I touched you, every time you said my name—it was the only part of me that wasn’t the monster.”

Your breath hitched as his body pressed close, his heat bleeding into you, his storm-soaked shirt brushing your chest. The scent of rain and pine clung to him, familiar and devastating.

“You’re insane,” you whispered, though your voice betrayed you, trembling, frayed.

“Maybe,” he murmured, leaning closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “But you still want me.”

Your fists clenched, telekinetic energy surging until every book in the room lifted an inch from the shelves, trembling in the air. “You don’t get to tell me what I feel.”

“Then tell me you don’t feel it.” His lips ghosted down your jaw, barely a touch, but it burned. “Tell me you don’t remember how it felt when it was just us. When the world didn’t matter.”

“I hate you,” you spat, but it came out choked, your chest heaving against his.

“Liar,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. “Your body knows the truth.” His hand slid down, firm at your waist, pressing you back against the wall. His thumb traced the edge of your scar through your shirt, making your stomach seize.

You gasped, fury colliding with something hotter, something shameful. “Don’t—”

“I think about this scar every night,” he growled softly. “What I did to you. What it cost me. And still—still—I’d burn for another second with you.”

The storm outside roared, lightning flashing so bright it lit his face in silver. His pupils were blown wide, his expression unhinged with longing, obsession, regret.

“Why are you here?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thunder.

His forehead pressed to yours, damp curls brushing your skin. “Because I can’t stay away. Because I’d rather die by your hand than live without you. Because even if you hate me, even if you never forgive me—you’re mine.”

Your power wavered, faltered, sparking out in the air around you. Books dropped to the floor with heavy thuds.

Your heart was screaming, your body trembling, your lips hovering just a breath from his.

“Say it,” he murmured, his voice raw, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Say you don’t want me, and I’ll leave.”

The words caught in your throat.

Because you couldn’t. And you hated yourself for it.

Your lips parted, but no sound came out. His demand hung between you like a live wire.

“Say it,” Tyler whispered again, voice cracked and raw, his forehead pressing harder to yours. “Say you don’t want me.”

You should have. You wanted to. But your pulse betrayed you, hammering against your ribs like it might break free.

The silence was enough of an answer.

His breath hitched, and then his mouth was on yours.

It wasn’t gentle—it was desperate, bruising, like he was starving and you were the only thing that could keep him alive. You shoved at his chest, telekinesis sparking uncontrolled, rattling every object in the room. But the second his tongue slid against yours, a fire erupted through you so consuming it made you moan against him.

“Stop—” you gasped between kisses, your hands still pushing, still fighting— but your body betrayed you, arching into his.

“Never,” he growled against your lips, his hands gripping your waist like he could fuse you to him. “I’ll never stop wanting you.”

Your fury flared hot, sharper than your desire, and you shoved with your power. Tyler slammed back against the opposite wall, his breath punched out of him. For a moment, you stood there, chest heaving, your power surging through your veins like wildfire.

“You don’t get to come back into my life like this,” you spat, stalking toward him, telekinesis holding him pinned to the wall. His chest rose and fell, muscles straining against the invisible force. “You don’t get to break me, then act like I should forgive you just because you still want me.”

Lightning cracked outside, thunder shaking the floor. The storm was inside you now, surging, boiling.

Tyler’s lips twisted into a grim smile, even as he fought against your hold. “I don’t want your forgiveness.” His eyes blazed into yours. “I want you.”

With a guttural growl of frustration, you released the hold—and in a blink, he was on you again. His body pressed you back against the wall so hard the breath left your lungs. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat.

“You hate me,” he rasped, his mouth hot against your jaw. “Say it again.”

“I—” Your words dissolved into a gasp as his teeth grazed your pulse. “I hate you.”

“Liar,” he breathed, his tongue brushing the same spot, making you shiver. “You want me to burn for what I did? Fine. But don’t pretend you’re not burning too.”

Your hands clutched at his soaked shirt, torn between pushing him away and dragging him closer. His lips moved down your neck, slow and sinful, each touch unraveling you further.

“You deceived me,” you gasped, fury spiking again even as heat pooled low in your stomach. “You used me.”

His head snapped up, his eyes wild. “No. I saved myself with you. You were the only part that was real.” His thumb traced your bottom lip again, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “You still are.”

The fight bled out of you in a shuddering breath. Your power flickered around the room, sending papers fluttering, candles extinguishing. You hated him. You wanted him. Both truths carved into you like scars.

When his mouth crashed back onto yours, you didn’t stop him this time.

The kiss was molten, all teeth and heat and desperation. You clawed at him, nails dragging down his chest, ripping buttons loose. He groaned into your mouth, his hands roaming with a hunger that made your knees tremble.

“Tell me to stop,” he begged against your lips, his forehead pressed to yours again, his breath ragged. “Tell me, and I swear I will.”

But the word wouldn’t come.

Because you didn’t want him to.

You surged up, kissing him harder, biting his lip, tasting the blood and the rain and the wreckage of everything between you.

xxx Warning(s): The One Where: Tyler finds out he's the Hyde and Reader does everything to help him Paring: Tyler Galpin x Clairvoyant Reader xxx

You sat at Weathervane with Wednesday waiting for Tyler to serve you your coffee. You smile kindly at him taking the cup from him your hand slightly grazing his. He doesn’t notice the way you inhale sharply as he sits down next to you after giving Wednesday her Quad. Wednesday watches your breathing pick up as you put your silk glove back on.

“So what are your plans for today?” Tyler asked. Tossing an arm over your shoulder.

“I’m supposed to have therapy in an hour but my therapist is dead” Wednesday says.

“Any leads on your little monster?” Tyler asked taking a sip from your coffee. Before Wednesday could answer a customer walked in. Tyler got up quickly attending to them.

“What did you see?” Wednesday leans forward interrogating you.

“I saw his mother, and it wasn’t pretty” You said.

Crawling Back To You | Tyler Galpin

Summary: If there's ever a place and a person all worth escaping to Tyler, it would be for you, all over again.

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst, long distance, mentions of Laurel/Thornhill manipulation, I HATE HER SM OMG, possessiveness, fluff

W.C: 854

A/N: Thank you to the lovely person who sent this. I was already thinking of writing something like this, but this already helped put me to work!

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The day Tyler had been taken to Willow Hill, is a day you'll never forget. You couldn't eat or sleep for a while when he was taken. It had been a certain amount of months and days you stopped counting and accepted the fact that you may never see him again.

Anything of him that reminds you of Tyler would make your mind think he's still there with you. Coffee, autumn, sheriff cars. The worst part is that he's not dead or the fact that you guys didn't break up. He's just gone. Away to a place where they possibly don't see him as human.

In a way that wasn't fair but was to protect people. The news released of him being a Hyde and killing multiple people, put you in a difficult light too. People would come by to your house, asking for interviews or if you somehow knew.

You were even asked if you were involved in it. Cameras and security alarms have been set up at your house, to let you know when someone has come by.

Paparazzi and news companies stopped coming to your house because of this, but the only person you want to come home to, was Tyler himself.

The memories of him were starting to fade away, his voice, his touch, and his smile. Photos of him and videos helped you, but it wasn't the same.

But that wasn't the case for Tyler. He still dreamed about you and waited one day, just one day. Even if it took years to see your face again.

If there ever was hope to get out, it's to see you. He didn't care if you moved on or not, knowing that you were safe, even if it was from himself brings him a sense of melancholy. It's bittersweet, him stuck in a room with no light and chained up all day, but the thought of you is like home to him.

Laurel, really Thornhill known to him when she came to see him by the supervision of two other Winston Hill nurses, tried to take you out of his mind. Saying things like "they probably forgotten you" or "you would go for someone more normal."

Those words, he heard, knew that it wasn't true. You will be the one he comes back to, no matter how many years it takes or if he dies while doing so.

Fate called upon a night. The electricity at Willow Hill has been shut down. All the gates of every patient were opened and every one escaped. Thornhill coming to free him, he knew his second chance to see you again will never come again.

After killing Thornhill and escaping shooting cops, he stumbled in the rain, going to your home. It took him at least 30 minutes to an hour to reach your place. He unknowingly set off the alarm at your place. Panicking, he opens a window and goes inside your home. You wake up at this and try to check your cameras quickly.

Creaking from the floorboards downstairs came and you wasted no time grabbing a bat. Checking each door upstairs to see if there was someone in your home. The alarm still ringing in your ears. Flashes of thunder would light up the house

In the dark, faintly you see a person. It was hard to tell. A thunder lit up the house and you thought you saw a person quickly move out of the reflection of the window.

The grip on the handle of your bat was hurting your hands, but you weren't letting go now. Another thunder, you saw the silhouette again.

"Come out and show yourself"

There was silence.

"I won't say it again. Come out right now, or I'll knock you out right now"

Thunder happened again and you standing face to face with Tyler. You stepped back, tears started to brim at your eyes. There he was, in your home, in the middle of the night. His hair is longer, no shirt, only sweatpants and soaking wet from the rain.

"Tyler?"

Before you could question how he made it out of Willow Hill, he goes towards, grabs your face and kisses you. The clattering sound of your bat drops as you hold him, not caring if he was wet from the rain. Your tears dripped down and went between your guys lips.

Both of you parted to catch your breath, but he was still holding your face. He wiped a tear from your face with his thumb.

Everything he rehearsed in his mind suddenly vanished, the second he was in your arms again.

"People are looking for me, I can't stay here long... I'll put you in danger."

You shook your head and quickly gave him a peck on the lips. Both of your foreheads pressed together.

"Stay"

"Y/N-" His breath fell more heavily.

"Please stay, just for the night."

"Ok, ok" The last ok turning into a faint whisper, he nodded and held you close.

The rain was still pouring but he's dry and home again. Back in your arms, like he knew he would be. The rest of the night was holding each other and no words spoken. You couldn't help the tears falling down to the fact he's really home with you.

Nothing and no one will take you from him or change his mind-not even tonight, in your own bed.

I am currently obsessed with Wednesday again so please send requests, this one is just fluff.

You weren’t supposed to be here.

Willow Hill had rules strict ones. Especially when it came to Tyler Galpin.

He was locked away, chained in a room at the far end of the hall, kept separate from the rest of the patients. Dangerous, they said. Unstable. Better if no one got too close.

but! reader and tyler were together before the hyde incident and he got taken away. reader seems to have the opposite effect of thornhill (??) where she calms him down and when he’s near her it’s like the hyde doesn’t exist. soooo reader goes with wednesday to visit tyler in the institution and she visits with him after wednesday has her interrogation. just super yearny stuff lol

—i don't think this is a good idea, —you whispered to wednesday, taking a few step back.

the door to the chamber were tyler was kept was open, but you still couldn't bring yourself to look inside. you hadn't even dared to glance through the reinforced window, but you knew he was in there. you'd heard him, talking to wednesday, while you stood outside, pressing your back to the wall. maybe if he told wednesday what she wanted to know, you wouldn't have to go in. maybe you could be spared from seeing him like that.

but tyler was not collaborating, you knew it when she opened the door looking for you. wednesday knew he wouldn't be able to resist to you.

—it's not, —wednesday agreed, —but you need to do it.

your throat tightened. you shook your head, —i don't know if i can.

—you can. you're the only one who can make him remember what he is besides the hyde.

and you turned, forcing your legs to move because you knew if you didn't do it, you were leaving your friends' lives at risk after those murders.

the fluorescent light from the ceiling blinked when you crossed the threshold into his chamber. cold sterile air hit you. and then you saw him, with big dark circles under his eyes, shirtless, skin pale against the harsh light. tyler looked exhausted and now confused too. his brow furrowed, his head tilted slightly like he couldn't trust his eyes.

tyler expected wednesday to come in and storm him again, he didn't even know you were here.

your name broke in his throat like he'd been holding it back for months. you took a shaky step closer when wednesday closed the door behind you. you didn't feel safe, after everything, how could you? yet you knew one thing with certainty. tyler wouldn't hurt you. not you.

—god... —his voice trembled as he leaned closer, pressing his forehead against the bars. his eyes searched yours, wide and desperate. —i thought i'd never see you again.

the chains at his wrists clinked as his fingers curled tight around the bars. his knuckles were white, as if he didn't hold onto the bars, he might reach straight through for you.

you managed a quick, nervous little smile though you hugged yourself, —well, here i am.

—you have no idea how it is to be here without you. i dream about you every night and then i wake up and it's just these walls, these chains. and i think about tearing this place apart, —his breathing became deeper, his chest raising and falling. —i've tried. i've tried to get to you...

his eyes widened with panic and fury, and you saw it. his hands twisted, fingers turning into claws.

—tyler...

but before he could fully shift, the collar around his neck flared with a sharp spark of light. a chocked groan left his mouth and his body jolted as he dropped to his knees. without thinking, you dropped down too, your knees hitting the cold concrete just on the other side of the bars. you pressed closer, desperate to catch his gaze.

—tyler, look at me. i'm here. i came to see you.

his forehead rested against the bars, chest heaving. he refused at first, shame in his face but at the sound of your voice his eyes finally lifted. it'd been so long since you'd seen those eyes looking at you like that, and for a second, you could see the soft barista that smelled like coffee, who wiped his hands on his apron just to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled at you across the counter like you were his favorite part of the day.

—i've missed you too, ty. every single day. i don't know how to live without you.

you rested your forehead against his. now there were chains instead of aprons, bruises in his hands instead of flour. but the second your skin touched his, the tension in his body began to fade.

you swallowed hard before you sneaked your hand past the cold metal bars until your fingers found the familiar curls at the back of his head. he shivered at the touch, the first soft and gentle one in months. tyler leaned into your palm. wednesday must have threatened security because there was no other way you were getting away with this.

she was looking the scene through the reinforced window at the other side of the door. tyler had been violent with her, full of rage and wild, and now he was on his knees, completely undone by your touch. by you.

you gulped. you were there with a mission and it was not to stroke his hair all night. you had to ask now, now that you had him in the palm of your hand, literally and metaphorically.

"fuck!' you called out, a certain plea in your voice. tyler slapped a hand over your mouth as he grunted, hips snapping into yours. tylers room was dimly lit, the only light being on was a desk lamp that just lit the room, his father was at work late (as per usual) so he invited you over.

your eyes rolled back as you felt him nudging closer and closer to your cervix, thighs tightening around his waist and toes curling. his hand stayed firm over your mouth muffling your noises, the other hovered over your stomach.

in a quick movement he replaced his hand with his mouth, swallowing your calls of his name and pornographic moans. his other pressed firmly down on your lower belly, almost making you scream, you could feel him even more now. every inch, you felt drilling in and out at a fast pace.

your hand gripped the navy sheets beneath you like you were grasping for dear life, and in the moment it felt like such. “ri- fuck! right there!!” you managed to squeak out, his lips disconnected from yours and his hands rested on either side of your head. tyler pressed his tounge into his cheek as he put all his remaining energy into drilling that one spongy sensitive spot deep inside you.

your legs tightened around his waist, thighs shaking. bubbles fluttering up your core and walls spasming around tyler, your mouth parted but only a pathetic moan came out. your eyes were clamped shut as you felt his hips smack into yours one final, hard time, a trickling feeling came from where the both of your bodies met.

can u do a smut of him where he finds reader after escaping willow hill and fulfills his needs after not seeing her for months? reader just allows him and they go on for the entire night ;)

wednesday was late.

she said she'd be back before bedtime but it was pass midnight and you still haven't heard about her. enid wasn't here either. she'd gone off with bruno since wednesday insisted she stay out of the way. this meant your shared dorm with them in ophelia hall was emptier than usual, leaving you alone with your thoughts, something you'd been trying not to do since tyler got into willow hill.

you lay back on your bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind betraying you with memories you'd worked so hard to bury.

even now, knowing he was locked away, there was still pieces of him of lingering around you. the plushies he won for you at the fair sat on your shelf, photos of him that you couldn't bring yourself to throw away were at the bottom of your bedside table drawer, a couple of his shirts still in your closet.

you pushed yourself up after hearing the loud noise that came from outside your window. wednesday specifically told you to not try and be a hero, to run if something happened so you reached for the doorknob when someone pushed through the stained glass window. whoever it was, they knew how to get in.

your breath caught in your throat.

—tyler?

his name slipped out before you could stop it.

he stepped forward, feet dragging across the floor of your room. his hair was longer than the last time you saw him, though the soft caramel curls remained, damply sticking to his forehead. he was shirtless, only wearing the willow hill pajama pants hanging low on his hips. the scars across his chest gleamed with sweat. he must have run the whole way here, through the forest, right up to your window.

and your heart was beating so hard you could hear it in your ears.

—what are you doing here?

you walked to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to you in a tight hug. one of tyler's arms went around your hip, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your skin.

—couldn't stay away from you any longer, —he grunted.

tyler inhaled, sniffing your scent with something primal and animal. his grip on your hip tightened and you felt his chest rise and fall against you, deep and uneven, just like he did before he turned into the hyde. your pulled away and looked at his eyes, your hands cupping his cheeks. his eyes were bloodshot red, it was like he was trying to go back to the crook of your neck but you held him still, your thumbs brushing his cheekbones.

—i ran because of you.

his hand slid up your back, pressing you closer until his head rested against the curve of your neck. you gulped, as much as you'd missed him too, you knew he hadn't gotten any better. you saw it in his eyes and you felt it in the heat radiating off his body. tyler hadn't come to nevermore as the boy you once loved, he had come as the hyde.

—you shouldn't be here, tyler.

his fingers curled tighter into your spine, almost painful.

—all i could think about was you. you're the only thing that keeps me sane.

one of his hands climbed to the base of your neck, long fingers spreading wide as his lips found yours. the kiss was nothing like the ones you remembered. it was rough, a mix of desperation and hunger. your hands trembled against his chest, not because you were scared, certainly not because you didn't want it, but because you almost let yourself sink into it when you knew you shouldn't.

—ty...

he shouldn't be anywhere near nevermore. he was supposed to be locked away, far from you, far from this. his thumb brushed over your pulse, feeling it race beneath your skin.

—tyler, —you said, firmer this time. —you can't be here.

—don't do that, don't push me away, —his mouth crashed back onto yours before you could answer and you felt yourself slipping and getting lost in the kiss more and more, —i came back for you. i escaped for you. only for you.

your chest ached. you'd wanted him back for so long. only for you. every step he took, every breath he fought for outside willow hill had been to come back here to you. his hands moved to your pajama shorts, fingers curling into the fabric, letting them fall to your ankles.

—have you not missed me?

you took a few step backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed and you let yourself fall onto the mattress. tyler followed you, his warm body between your legs caging yours against the sheets. your fingers tangled in the curls at the back of his head, pushing him into another kiss.

—you have no idea what it's been like without you, —you confessed. your thighs squeezed him.

tyler growled low in his throat, the primal sound vibrating against your lips. this is what he'd been wanting to hear all along. you pulled down his willow hill pajama pants, feeling him already hard as a rock against the inside of your thigh. he didn't even took the time to slide down your panties, he just moved them aside and pushed his cock inside you without previous warning.

you gasped against his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders. his hips pressed closer, wanting to go as deep as he could. one of tyler's hands went to held your hips in place as he started to fuck into you at a desperate pace.

and he went for what felt like the entire night.

he flipped you over on your stomach, helped you to climb on top of him, shifted you onto your side, one of your legs over his body to have better access... and each time his pace didn't change. it was raw, animalistic, fast. you felt his cum filling you every time, running down your thighs, dripping out of you when tyler pushed himself inside you again. his sounds were deep in contrast to your breathless gasps and high pitched moans. the rhythm was chaotic. he marked you. bit your neck, sunk his hyde claws along your hips, sucked on the skin of your boobs...

your body felt numb by the time tyler was done with you. you'd come so many times you even lost the count but you felt weak, too tired to even clean yourself when he fell by your side on the bed.

tyler turned to face you and rested his forehead against yours. neither of you spoke for a long moment, letting your shared breathing fill the silence.

—i'm not letting them take me away from you. not again, —tyler murmured.

Tyler Galpin x reader

Part three of almost his again

Summery -When Tyler returns bruised, hunted, and confessing you’re all he has—you’re left torn between fear and the part of you that still loves him is a monster like him really capable of love?

Tropes - enemies to lovers| Dark romance|” you’re the only one I have”|

Ps-I took a different approach for writing this one. I think this might be the final part. I hope you like it.