KW: dark, degrading, pet names, little to no foreplay.
Town Jericho was in shambles, the news plastering his face and few other patients that escaped, since the Willowhill had a malfunction a day ago, releasing most of the patients into the wild.
You had the radio on as you wiped the vintage statues on the shelves, because that was the last thing you were told to do before closing the little shop you worked at. You wondered whether it was safe to go home by yourself, maybe to call a taxi.
âFinally found youâ is all you heard, not even having time to turn around to see him. Tyler was already on you, pulling you into the depth of the store so nobody could see you two. You pulled his hood off, frowning at the sight. âHow did you get here?â You mumbled, starting to push him, yet something made you hesitate.
âThrough the backdoorâ his voice was full of sarcasm, as if it was like the old times you had. He smirked, cocking his head to the side, pulling you onto his lap as you two sat in the old armchair. He whispered your name as he pushed your hair aside carefully, the action sending shivers through your body that ended with your core fluttering.
His kiss came feverish and messy, like his meds made him forget how to make love; he wanted to fuck you. His hands gripped your hips and held them down on his growing boner. He broke the kiss to sloppily suck on your neck, biting the soft flesh to make you breathe out a gasp.
Tyler looked up at you after that, his eyes blown, lips parted âI hear you miss me too, huhâ. He smiled, looking at your reactions intently as his fingers reach under your waist band. You didnât protest which made him proceed, his fingers slipping through your folds and groaned âShit, so wet for meâ he kissed you, fingers slipping in âsuch a slut, so ready to take me that youâre drippingâ he murmured when you moaned, his lips near your ear so you could feel his breath.
He chuckled as he retracted his hand, standing you and himself up, only to bend you towards the armchair, removing your clothing out the way. You didnât dare to look back, only hearing some zipper and shuffling. You whimpered when you felt the tip against your pussy, slowly intruding into you.
Tyler groaned, sliding himself in with little to no effort. His dick twitched as he stayed inside for a moment, his hand travelling up your back to grab a handful of your hair, âHad to remember this sweet pussy that you haveâ he spoke up, starting to move, hearing your mouth fall open with small sounds. âStill so good for me, like you were made to be fucked by me, dont yaâ
Hips hips were rolling slow, but slammed hard. Your gasps were choked, your hands gripping the plush fabric, trying to grasp the situation before you could get fucked dumb. Your pussy fluttered around him, making his hips stutter as he moaned out that ended with a hiss.
The shop became a blur, the late hour making you sure that you wonât hear the bell on the entrance ring. You started to go numb, his dick reaching that spongy spot that you missed feeling. Your head fell down but his hand gripped your hair with a tsk âCanât you hold yourself up anymore? That fucking weak and dicked down?â
You hummed, your eyes rolling up, no words could escape your throat, only mingled noises he was the reason of. The familiar and missed coil in your stomach tightened, the feeling getting overwhelming.
It happened fast; he knew the pace you liked; he knew what got you off. So the orgasm surged through you hard and left your thighs shaking, Tyler had to hold them up. Your voice got louder as you spat out his name âHavenât screamed my name in a while. But itâs as slutty as I rememberâ he mused, getting the pace faster to get himself off.
He groaned, holding the meat of your hips and ass, pulling out seconds before he came, the beads landing on your lower back. The sudden loss of contact made you whine and fully give out. You landed on your knees, your face in the furniture that smelled like the whole store- old perfume and vintage dust.
âI have to hide baby, but fuck Iâll be using you more often, you know, I love that hole too muchâ he murmured, leaning down to get you to sit properly, his pupils finally smaller and look of calm. Or maybe that was his ordinary manipulation.
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Can I request a gerascophobia (androgynous preferably) reader x Wednesday Addams? If not then that's okay too ^^
đȘ»| Fine wine
I wrote this as a relationship blurb, because I want to include her in my writing as a love interest but if you wanted a platonic one, feel free to ask! Thank you for the ideađ«¶đ»
Wednesday Addams x Reader
It was your birthday, or the very last minutes of it. You leaned on the railing as you looked around the school. Without being noticed, a tear rolled down your cheek, then another. And it wasnât because of basic birthday blues.
You were officially one year older, and the panic of upcoming life was seeping into the depths of your heart. Upcoming life, upcoming death and everything in between seemed too unpredictable and impossible to handle; you started to spiral, to plan it- youâll graduate nevermore, youâll move to a city- maybe a countryside- wait. Too many options were drowning your sanity and your nails dug into your palms.
You zoned out, so the creak of the new presence didnât bother you. Until the person spoke up to your side âyou shouldnât waste your fluids on cryingâ
You jolted, swiftly looking to your right to find the dreadful flower of a girl; your girl. She looked at you indifferently yet you saw a small glint of concern. She kept her small distance, looking back to motion at the stairs.
Both of you sat down, you held your head low, shaking it slightly âWed, I donât know how you deal with passage of time so easilyâ you mumble.
âWe all die eventuallyâ she mused, and when she understood she didnât really help, her hand hesitantly reached for yours. âitâs hard. I also sometimes wonder whatâs to come. But it shouldnât pollute your mindâ
You took her hint that she is up for physical contact and slumped on her shoulder, her hand slowly moved around your shoulders. She exhaled, trying to keep her calm. âWhat are you afraid of exactly? Narrowing your fears down makes them easier to overcomeâ
âIm scared of making decisions as im getting older. Im scared of being an age where something is expected to be doneâ you mutter, wiping your new tears. You breathe out shaky to get your voice back and the reeling thoughts seem to calm âIm scared of getting oldâ
âYou donât need to make decisions at certain ages. You wonât notice it when itâll come up.â She spoke up again, her words calculated. She slowly turned her head to you, softly kissing the top of your head, her hand reaching to massage the roots of your hair âBesides. I think youâll age like fine wineâ
Can I request a Paranorman variant gender neutral reader x Wednesday? Basically the reader is like a da Vinci who can see ghosts, thank you :)
đȘ»| help I didnât ask for
Man you gotta thank me after you read what I wroteđ gen I love requests because it means you guys trust me enough to ask for something but then I get nervous I wonât be able to deliver it up to standardđ
IM ALSO VERY SORRY that I didnât get it posted way earlier!!! I keep forgetting about tumblr because I get busy, Iâm actually very sorry đ
Wednesday x gn reader
Seeing ghosts should be normal for you, yet some days it was way too much. You sighed as you passed the halls to go on a rooftop, knowing that seeing a ghost there was rare.
This time, you heard some grunting a bit below you, looking down you saw the infamous girl struggling with her cello.
âNeed help?â You call out, getting her attention. She snaps her head up, looking at you, her eyes roll instantly, as if she reacts this way to anything.
âNo thank you. Iâll figure it outâ she says, trying to jam her window more open. It seems that it got stuck that way. Your idea takes over your body and soon your the same balcony as her, hearing bits of her agitated whispering âFirst Agnes now somebody elseâ was one of the coherent ones.
âLet meâ you mumble, your hand raising towards the instrument. It lifted pretty easily, all you had to do was to get it in a specific position, then pull towards outside. You glanced at the girl, trying gauge a reaction but all she could pull together were her eyebrows. She grabbed the cello once it was outside.
âThank youâ she nodded, leaning the cello on the wall âeven if I didnât askâ
âYouâre welcomeâ you nod, looking at her setting up before you decided to speak up again âeven if I would like more mannersâ
She tilted her head in thought, your words hung in the air before it finally stung. She frowned a bit, looking down at her cello âWell I would like to have my time alone with musicâ she mumbled, giving a crystal clear hint- you helped and you were no longer needed.
Without a fight you decided to get back to your usual place on the rooftop. You enjoyed her beautifully perfected skills as dramatic music took over. You silently awwed at a couple who decided itâs a great time to dance on the balcony next to Wednesday.
She ended her performance in a quick manner, only then releasing a breath she held. âSeriously, I donât need another fanâ I she called out, making you frown in response âIâm not a fanâ you snapped back, beginning to stand up âJesus, you try to get away from ghosts and instead get pissed off by a half dead girlâ you murmur quite loudly, upon hearing her clearing her throat, you look back annoyed
âSo whatâs your name then?â She asks, looking at her notes because making eye contact with you was beyond more embarrassing for her
hi! Am I the only one obsessed with Slurp?? He has amazing potential to be an amazing character and ngl his personality seems perfect for Wednesday, but maybe thatâs just me.Â
I was hoping you could throw together a couple of headcannons with Wednesday x gender neutral reader? Theyre basically Slurp in the sense they have the same backstory but sense we donât know a lot abt Slurps personality feel free to make it up. I can totally see them being rivals because of their ambition and stubbornness, but they fall for each others old fashioned charm and music taste?Â
sorry I know that was a lot hereâs a treat for reading all that đđđđŠ
Hey!! Replying so you donât think Iâm ignoring it :)
Sadly I havenât watched the second season yet, hopefully soonđ€ then Iâll write about it so bit of patience for me for a little while
I donât know if Iâm good at writing head cannons but Iâve tried my best đ
I know that the new season is out and things, I just havenât been able to watch it
Wednesday first saw you when she decided to check on Pugsley, because when you get a coffin, the person inside should be dead, not growling.
Her eyebrow flickered at the sight of a zombie, taking steps towards her before the other Addams zapped you. The groaning in pain made her frown a bit.
âCute, where did you get this?â she mumbled, trying to keep distance but still wanting to inspect you further.
Itâs only after a while that you see each other; she was walking in the woods to remember what I felt like, and you had a mission to find your former school, wandering through the same forest.
She only saved you for the sake of pugsley
Wednesday didnât come close, she only got you to a safe space and brought her brother over, letting him take care of you. She had no interest in a monster. She eyed everything from a distance.
She didnât hate you, but certainly didnât like you either. She tried to be indifferent but every time Pugsley would mention you she would frown.
She kept herself away for the most part; until pugsley decided to turn on some music that the Addams family liked, your first coherent words were the song lyrics.
From then on, she became a bit more interested.
It did take a huge turn when she found out you were somehow related to the Galpins. She spent hours trying to coax an answer out of you
As you ate more, your body took the brains to regenerate. Dare Wednesday thought, you started to look good. Your face was no longer apart and your voice sounded like a calming remedy since you didnât just gargle anymore- your voice cords were finally intact.
It made sense to her to be with you in the room because you were the only one to take her mind off of Tyler.
Since you lived a long time ago and she was interested in literature, life and everything from that time, you two found yourselves talking until late hours of the night.
âMay this decision be for scienceâ she mumbled, leaning in to kiss youâŠ
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Muehehe I have watched the second season finally and I have like five diff ideas Iâll need to bring to lifeđ
Wow, look at meâŠ. No actual smut, just some mentions of it, because reader was in a relationship with Tyler before he got locked upđ
âGlad you showed up. Tyler has spoken of you oftenâ Dr. Fairburn says, looking at her little notebook as you pass the gloomy halls of the asylum. You walk behind just by a step, looking at the doors, some of them releasing sounds of somebody scratching it from behind. No wonder this solitary confinement has a whole wing for the mentally insane who seem to be under irreversible damage.
And here towards the end of this hall, Fairburn takes a sharp turn, opening a door and exchanging few words with the guard. She looks at you, almost dismissive as she opens the door âThere is a red button, if you feel uncomfortable even slightly, weâll be here to help.â
You sigh and step into a room, the temperature kept up since the man in front of you is shirtless, his skin glazed with sweat. Tyler looks up, expecting a dosage of food or supplements, but his eyes show a small glint of surprise. He steps towards you, the chains clinking. His breath seems to lose its pace as now youâre barely apart, the clear barrier standing as a symbol of your relationship.
âYour father is deadâ you speak up, yet your voice seems smaller in this room. He shakes his head, almost dismissing it after few thoughts. He looks at your face, his eyes slowly running down before flicking up to make eye contact.
âMissed me?â He mused, his eyebrows slightly furrowing, like when he got manipulative. You hummed amused, shaking your head slightly âbut I have to admit, it makes me delighted to see you all locked up and miserableâ you answered finally, the venom in your words apparent.
His eyes seemed to darken âNo⊠you came here to remember my face properly. You wanted to remember how my hands look, so you can walk out and rewind those times when they were around your neck, your waist, how they were pinning down your wrists while you desperately tried to thrash around, repeating my name like you were afraid youâll never be able scream it again.â He murmured, his eyes trailing down as he reminded you of good times. âAdmit it, you miss me, my touch, my love in your lifeâ he took another step forward.
You tried your best not to react, his voice luring you, walking you through the memory lane. You took a step back and flicked a brow up for a second âI might just find another guy who wonât be a monstrous serial killer, but you, youâll rot hereâ
The mention of you moving on made him frown, visibly getting angry âyou sensed that monster in me, you fell in love with itâ he whispered, sweet trail of deception and yearn lingering in the air as tension grew.
âYou can always fall out of loveâ you shrugged, watching him get agitated and aggressive to the point where his transition starts, quickly stopped by the shock collar. He groans, falling on his knees as his muscles tense, flexing in the low light.
âOnce im out, I promise to kill you, sweetheartâ he mumbles, looking at the ground. You slightly laugh, stepping away and walking towards the exit. You turn to look at him one last time, truly, to remember him, sneering âyouâre patheticâ
You step out of the room, walking away with dr. Fairburn, while Tyler can only scream and hit the ground of his own cell, keeping him away from you.
I'm simply in love with your stories, so I wanted to know if you're going to do more about Tyler, especially with him from the second season, who is in a bit of a bad way.
Thank you sm!!đ„čđ Iâll write more about characters from Wednesday, but I need to watch the 2nd season first âčïž until then might write some blurbs with em from season 1
hi! Am I the only one obsessed with Slurp?? He has amazing potential to be an amazing character and ngl his personality seems perfect for Wednesday, but maybe thatâs just me.Â
I was hoping you could throw together a couple of headcannons with Wednesday x gender neutral reader? Theyre basically Slurp in the sense they have the same backstory but sense we donât know a lot abt Slurps personality feel free to make it up. I can totally see them being rivals because of their ambition and stubbornness, but they fall for each others old fashioned charm and music taste?Â
sorry I know that was a lot hereâs a treat for reading all that đđđđŠ
Hey!! Replying so you donât think Iâm ignoring it :)
Sadly I havenât watched the second season yet, hopefully soonđ€ then Iâll write about it so bit of patience for me for a little while
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Since you wanted some more TylerâŠ. Hope itâll live up to the expectations.
This is pt 2 of pick one?
KW: P in v, fingering, orgasm denial, sex not at home, unprotected, slight creampie.
Days have passed one after another, making you feel the air getting colder every day. After your encounter with Tyler you didnât specifically avoid him, but gave less hope for him. You replied a bit coldly, didnât initiate conversations with him. Because you still wanted to toy around with the two boys that were drooling for you.
But obviously, you had to be part of the society. So you ended up at weathervane to study with your friends, making prolonged eye contact with the barista over the other side of the cafe. You had to admit, his gaze made you feel a bit nervous and feel some butterflies in your stomach. You had to remind yourself that youâre here to study about Mrs. Thornhills lovely plants.
You stuck to your promise, getting wrapped up in your research for the upcoming test; you had to get a good grade. Even Enid slowly rose, last one to leave, muttering a small concerned warning not to burn out. You hum in agreement and get back to writing, forgetting to check the time.
âYou know Iâm closing the place in few minutes, right?â You jump at the voice, looking up at the tall brunette with a coy smile. You start to pack up with lack of words, feeling a bit flushed that he had to ask you to leave the place. âOr did you want to talk to me?â He quipped, tapping your shoulder slightly to make sure youâre paying attention.
âNot particularly, but sureâ you shrug, finally getting the things zipped up in your bag. Tyler went to lock the front door nearby, scoffing at the dryness.
You both made your way to the back, you stopped near the counter of the small kitchen, waiting for Tyler to switch all the lights off. He approached, the only small light coming from the streetlight through the window illuminating his features and making them more prominent. Your breath got caught in your throat.
His hands snaked on your waist, already plaguing your mind to comply. He pulled you up to sit on the counter, standing in between your legs as his fingers hooked playfully on the belt loops of your skirt.
âHave you picked?â
âNoâ
âAh, what a shameâŠâ he hissed slightly, sarcasm seeping through his lips that you stared at âwant some help again?â
He looked at you again as his hand trailed on your thigh. He didnât plead, but his eyes had shown the eagerness that you found so arousing. You were compelled to nod and lean in to kiss him, starting of slower than the last time. Though he picked up the pace fast, his hand sneaking past your skirt and up under it, pushing on your panties to feel how flush you are.
He used your moan to dominate your mouth, holding you by the back of your neck, his kisses starting to get feverish. He pulls away to get his fingers in your mouth to suck on them, to wet them. He frowned with a sigh at the sight, suppressing a small groan. He got his fingers out and pushed your panties down, letting them fall on the kitchen floor.
His eyes stayed on your face as pushed the two fingers in, relishing the feel of your plushy pussy. Your jaw went slack as you looked up at him, grasping onto his shoulders. Small moans spilled from your mouth, Tyler leaning down to kiss your neck and to listen to your whimpers better.
He worked on you like you were finest artwork; with precision and care, fastening up to get your voice pitch higher. Last time he focused to get you to see stars. But today he decided enough was enough. He pulled out his fingers, smiled at your frown, then kissed you as a small apology.
Your hands slid down to tug at his pants, fumbling with the zipper to get the fabrics down. You succeeded, muttering âwant youâ few times, pumping his dick and earning a bite to your shoulder with a needy whine. He let you toy around for a second before he hissed and leaned back to properly line himself up. You didnât have time to blink before he pushed in, both of you moaning out as he slowly slid himself in.
âFuckâ he whispered âalready molded to my dick. Itâs like you were made only for me;only for this.â He spoke into your neck, his hands gripping your waist and thigh, keeping it properly wide open. This time he was more local, grunting and moaning as he moved.
Your voices created a chaotic symphony, the room heating up from your bodies. You could feel your voice pitching, your eyes rolling back as well as your head, Tylerâs muscular hands holding you up.
Yet again, he felt you spasm, your pussy clenching around his dick. So obviously, he pulled out. Your eyes shot open as your cheeks flushed âTyler what the actual fuckâ
âI repeat. Have you picked?â He smiled sickly as you groaned. You played your games, he played his. You nod for the sake of your pleasure and grab him by the collar to kiss him.
You look down to see he had already made a cum mess on your inner thigh, his length twitching, as more cloudy slick poured out. He made sure to get some of it before slipping himself in again, getting the pace up.
You feel the last spurts of his semen in your lower tummy, your pussy milking him as it slowly gets to make those sweet yet so dirty squelching sounds.
He leans in against your forehead as both of you breathe heavily, you slowly following his lead and unraveling. He pushes through your high, gripping you so hard it might leave marks.
He sighs one last time, pecking your forehead and getting some paper towels as he pulled out, earning a hiss from both parties. He wordlessly wipes you down carefully, taking care of himself too.
He leans down to get up his pants and helps you to get your panties back on âLet me drive you back to Nevermore sweetheartâ
You knew she was trouble when she walked in the room. Music blasting through the house, the host of the party somewhere in the crowds of drunk young adults. But your heart skipped a beat and then thumped louder than the notes through the speakers.
She moved like a snake; thinking about how to get to her prey without directly lunging forward. So she found her way by talking to your companions, stealing glances of your figure on the side, sipping a cocktail she got along the way. Her face turned into a smirk when she caught you staring for the fourth time.
She slowly made the conversation about you and her, consciously giving hints for everyone to leave you two alone. She inquired about you, made you comfortable around her. You didnât understand just how quickly your flirting back and forth got you hooked. Wrapped around her finger.
You ended up in a secluded part of the house, since you decided to help her go to the bathroom and she suggested to make out. She was casual yet bold and the fire in her eyes when she said that was very hard to resist. So your lips found hers, at first gently, trying to understand what she wanted.
I turned out to be more than gentleness and silent plea. It was urge to kiss and map out your body with each others hands. It barely meant anything, but you were feeling intoxicated. She was your new drug.
It had you in a chokehold; you couldnât stop thinking about her, even if you havenât seen her in weeks. You remembered how her soft lips made you smile into the kiss. You felt withdrawals when you remembered how perfectly she felt against you. You saw the ghost of her in the upcoming parties and blamed the hungover on her, you had to double take on strangers to make sure you didnât just pass her, tripping on you own feet in the process.
And when you finally forgot her for an hour or two, she appeared in another house party, your eyes meeting and only you averted your gaze, trying to get away from the madness stirring within you.
So simply, she got you in your web and became your biggest headache
Caitlyn Kiramman; Wednesday Addams; Akemi; your favsđȘ»
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HeyyyyâŠ. How yall doinâŠ.. đ- says @purplifield after more than a year of inactivity
Tyler Galpin x reader; implied Xavier Thorpe x reader
KW; kind of angry sex, oral- f receiving, restricted movements, slight overstim, unprotected/ creampie.
Wrote this character kind of based off of Wednesday, but just a bit more modern and with more feelings.. đ
Pt 2: have you picked?
Being a troublesome meant you had to change schools; a lot. This time after almost killing few guys in school you had to come to nevermore, get on their uniform (just with lack of colors) and play by Weems rules.
Few months in you could say you stayed out of trouble. Yeah you sneaked out to the forest, or stayed up past bedtime but nothing jarring really. You talked to your roommate Enid, knew a guy who worked at cafe in Jericho, Tyler, who was clearly in love with you. Did you fight it? No, you basked in his attention, flirting back sometimes to keep him hooked. You also noticed your classmate Xavier stealing glances during class, trying to impress you with his abilities. You secretly loved it, but saw that little to no interest is was kept him going. So you manoeuvred, giving attention to both, yet not providing any closure that they have a chance.
You were making trouble and didnât even know it
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You were in the Weathervane, sipping your coffee, scrolling on your phone as you waited for Tylerâs shift to end. You were trying to be a detective and find out who was the mysterious monster that killed the towns people, he wanted to help. Oh how cute of him, you thought, liking the TikTokâs he sent few hours prior.
Hearing the footsteps approach, you lifted your head and stood up, gathering your things. âTook ya long enoughâ you mumbled, starting to follow him as the two of you exited the building and Tyler locked it. You went to his car and sat in assigned seats, enjoying the nights darkness, bats whirling around.
Arriving at the destination; his home, you felt a tinge of nervousness. It was the first time you actually had to sleepover. Upon entering Tyler ushered you to go upstairs to his room, which you did after saying hi to his dad. A little banter could be heard between them and then a loud noise from his dad slamming the door.
âFought again?â You inquired softly as Tyler entered the room, his face displaying irritation. He seemed angrier today. He hummed and began to search for the books he had about monsters, plopping them down on the bed so you could reach them. Once you got a book in his hands and he picked everything he needed, he sat next to you. His eyes instantly, yet innocently raking through your form, appreciating the fae in his presence. âyâlook pretty todayâ he mumbled, ignoring your glare, and meeting your angry eyes with his doe-like, Tyler coughed a bit and looked down at the book in your lap. âFind anythin?â He asked. You shook your head and continued to look over the pages to find any useful information.
After what felt like hours, you gave up. There was nothing similar to what you saw in the woods. You groaned and closed the last book, leaning back a bit as you tried to get rid of your frustration. You felt that you leaned against Tylerâs arm, quickly arching and pulling yourself back to slouch. He smirked at your reaction, finally getting the courage to snake his arm around your waist, only then mumbling out a âcan I?â. You decided to nod, getting comfortable in his arms.
You finally got to bed leaning against the headboard, his arm still around you. Engaging in some silly talk about internet trends. Just as Tyler was rambling about a new video of a YouTuber, you got a text from Xavier. âAnd he was just in an abandoned island, we should watch Ben toniâ is that Xavier Thorpe?â He cut himself off as he looked at your phones screen. You hummed âYeahâ, knowing itâll hurt him but not thinking much of it. You looked up at Tyler, almost innocently, taking in his frown âNobody said that I stopped talking to himâ.
It seemed as if something snapped inside Tyler, his eyes darkening. âYou gotta pick y/n, pick oneâ he said, his arm slightly tightening around your waist. Your eyes widened, brain starting to malfunction, mouth falling agape. Tyler decided to take the initiative âYou like him? Want him to be yours? Want to get fucked by him?â He asked, spitting more and more venom with each word. You shook your head, biting your lip; you found this hot. The underlying feelings for him now surfaced merely because of lust. He hummed, slowly getting up and on top of you. âAnd what about me?â
His question hung in the air as your breath hitched a bit. On a normal day you would shake your head but now⊠you stayed frozen, your eyes jumping from sight to sight. âTyler-â you tried to get a coherent answer out but another notification from your classmate fueled Tylers anger. He took your demeanour as yes, quite frantically kissed you as if you will change your mind within seconds.
You made yourself trouble- you kissed back. And it gave him the wave of confidence to start kissing you feverishly. His hands fumbled around your body, getting under your shirt. Your hands snaked around his neck as you both let out hums of satisfaction, tension building up in the room.
He broke the kiss and looked at you, as if looking for confirmation from your side. You slightly nodded, giving him the okay. âYou havenât pickedâ he mumbled as he leaned down to nip at your neck. âI wonâtâ you hummed, not scared of him because you could still clearly see the admiration in his eyes.
As the kiss prolonged, getting aggressive after your response, you felt his hands begin to play with the hem of your pants. His hands ghosted over your pussy, which you couldnât hide because his knee was in between your thighs. As he was slowly removing the garments you frowned. He stopped as soon as you held his hands âwhat?â He quipped. âWhat are you doing?â You mumbled, looking at him confused.
Tyler smirked, continuing his actions âIâm helping you pickâ he mused, getting a bit away to get rid of your pants, pushing them on the floor. He also reached to switch off the light, only dim night light illuminating his needy face.
He dipped down between your thighs, kissing the inner flesh to earn small noises from you. You were a bit experienced but nobody ever ate you out. So obviously you felt nervous, but it soon became a past thought as Tyler tongue moved between your folds, getting another moan out of you. He sucked on top of your pussy, giving attention to your clit.
Soon he had you writhing on his bed, his arms holding down your thighs to ground you on his tongue. With ease he flicks his tongue in your folds, his saliva mixing with your slick. You moan, feeling yourself tighten and spasm as you feel the knot tighten.
Tyler is ruthless; feeling yourself tighten upcoming climax, he decides to use his fingers, putting one in your hole and with a teasingly slow pace moving. Your whimpers indicate that his idea is successful, soon tensing up as you see stars. He moves his fingers but pulls away to kiss you, getting through your high with you even if his dick was restrained by his jeans. He groaned as you clenched around his hand, for now only imagining how his dick would feel. It would feel even better he thought and hurriedly got your top off, then working on himself.
He lined himself up, spitting in his hand to pump his dick, hissing at the sight. You were still blissed out and dizzy from his tongue, looking at him with a dazed expression. He slipped in slowly, earning a moan from you, giving a similar sound in return. Once he plugged it full, he bottomed out for a second, leaning down as his forehead hit your shoulder. He cursed before starting to move, his mouth finding your flesh to bite on, not really concerned about bruising your skin.
Your moans mixed as he picked up a rhythm, biting you. Your hands began to trail on his body, which he decided to stop, pinning you by your wrists on the sides of your head.
He smiled when he lifted his head up, seeing your fucked out face. You couldnât hold your mouth shut, spewing out his name between curses like it was your prayer. Like he was your god. It fueled him to keep up the pace, sometimes pulling out almost completely only to slam himself back in. He loved that he made you clench around his dick, trying to milk him even if he hadnât finished yet. He released your wrist to push on your tummy, making yours eyes widen. He smirked triumphantly and his hand made its way to your clit, giving extra stimulus to your core. Like 15 minutes before, he had you writhing on his bed yet again, the navy sheets complimenting your body.
He felt it; you felt it. You were about to cum, your hand trying to grasp his but he slammed it back and pinned both of your wrists together above your head âkeep them to yourselfâ he snapped, looking down at your blissed face. He tapped your cheek, getting your attention momentarily âso whoâs better?â He said, snapping his hips against yours. You just moaned, not answering. He wouldâve left you here, short of orgasm but he wasnât evil⊠so he fucked you right and felt you spasm around him the second time tonight, cumming on his dick and leaving a thick and whiteish ring on the base. He didnât stop, chasing his high and making you whine, feeling sore from the two rounds you had.
You felt it; he felt it. He was about to cum. You werenât exactly opposed to the idea to him leaving himself inside you, but hummed a little protest as his dick twitched. He was focused on his climax but looked up at you âyou havenât answeredâ he mumbled âwho will you pickâ he finished his sentence between already staggering thrusts. You whined in frustration, you hated the question.
So you felt it, as he came and painted your velvet walls white with his cum, hissing as he looked down at your cunt. He thrusted in few more times, mumbling about keeping it in. He hissed again as he kissed you âyeah this pussy is mine. Youâre mineâ
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You still talked to Xavier. Because you didnât pick, now did you? You hummed as you werenât in a comfortable silence with him. He hesitated for a moment, clearing his throat.
âTyler.. he told me. Did you really pick him over me..?â
âŠ.. muahahah it may be a little tease of a potential part 2
And because I left so abruptly and for so long, hereâs a treat- how did Xavier get to know??:
Weathervane was quite busy, nevermore students studying for their exams. So did Xavier, sitting in a corner booth with strong coffee as he read through his notes. He didnât even notice Tyler going on break and smugly coming over to sit in front of him, speaking up
âI won, you lil bitchâ he spat, leaning in with a smirk âi fucked y/n before you, made her cum so easily you wouldnât even know. Fucked her sâgood till she replaced breathing with screaming my nameâ