#dark!tyler

His hips rolled against yours quickly, the force of it knocking you forward, your hips catching against the counter. 

His hands landed with thuds beside you, knuckles whitening as he gripped the stone, caging you against him. 

“I-it might not–“ 

“Shhhh,” his lips dropped to your throat again, brushing just barely against the skin. Your head tilted on instinct, eyes fluttering closed as he breathed you in again, tongue dragging a slow line across your rapidly increasing pulse. “Carrying my baby, you’re so good for me, huh?”

“You are gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” He straightened again, two fingers pressing to your jaw and forcing you to turn, straining your neck to meet his gaze over your shoulder. 

Your breath caught in your throat, the tightness spreading through your chest. 

His eyes had done the thing again, nearly black, blown completely as they flicked to your lips lingering there as your tongue darted out to wet them. They seemed wider, somehow. Almost uncanny, not quite him, but familiar all at the same time. 

“You’re gonna be so pretty,” his hands landed on your stomach again, trailing across the skin gently, watching their path as your chest heaved, “fuck—“

His brow creased, a gutteral sound tearing from his chest, as if the image alone was too much for him. 

He moved so quickly you barely had time to think, his hands wrapping around your hips and pulling you back against him, your hands landing firmly on the counter to steady yourself as he bucked his hips against yours, the clothed outline of his hardening cock pressed against the curve of your butt. 

“Tyler—“ 

He shushed you again, fingers making light work of your waistband, barely tugging it down your thighs before his fingers found their mark, grasping through your folds roughly, pressing against your steadily swelling clit, drawing slow circles that had your eyes fluttering shut on instinct. 

You whined, instinctively rocking back into his palm despite yourself, addicted to his touch even as anxiety bloomed in your chest, pushing the nausea down. Your mind raced, yet fogged, all at once. 

“Holy shit, you’re always so ready for me.” 

Heat burned in your cheeks, palms aching as they pressed into the hard counter in some poor attempt to balance yourself. You hated how you gave in so easily, lips parting with a gasp as he pressed two fingers into you slowly, sinking them to the knuckle, letting them rest there for a fleeting moment before ripping them from you.

The sudden echoing sound of the zip of jeans sent a spark down your spine, rushing to rid himself of the constraining fabric, just enough to free himself. 

He didn’t even let you adjust, pushing himself to the hilt as soon as his tip slid though your folds. 

His hips snapped against yours sharply, setting a brutal pace so unlike him it made it hard to breathe, the stretch almost painful.  

“W-wait, Ty—“

“It’s okay, she can take it—“ it was a growl, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it before. His nails clawed down your back, suddenly sharper than before, risking snagging the fabric of your shirt as it bunched around your waist. 

“I knew you wanted it, fuck it only took. One. Try.” His pace was bruising, words spat from behind gritted teeth, one hand wrapping around your waist to settle on your stomach, hovering over where he was wrecking you with shocking reverence. The other went to your neck, bruising in it’s grasp, fingers digging into the junction of your shoulder to ram you back against him. 

You realised in that moment, as your eyes forced themselves shut against the burning pleasure, that he was losing control. He’d warned you of the risk, but you’d accepted it anyway. The monster beneath his skin wanted to ruin you, own you, and he was succeeding.

Heat rolled from his body as he curved over you slightly, his sharp hips brushing your flesh with every thrust, the slick sound of his skin on yours mixing with his snarling grunts.

“Say you’re mine.” 

Your words stuck in your throat, every rough snap of his hips rendering your mind empty. Your hands faltered on the counter and you slipped to your elbows, ragged breaths drying your throat. Clenching fists knocked his mug, coffee spilling over the side, but you wouldn’t bring yourself to care. 

“Please– fuck!” Tyler’s voice dissolved into desperation, a sob racking from his chest. “Say it!” 

“I’m yours—“ it was shaky at best, pressure building, your knees threatening to buckle beneath you. “Tyler, I’m yours. We’re yours.” 

His hips stuttered, the grip on the back of your neck tightening just slightly as he came undone, filling you completely, twitching against your walls with a near animalistic groan, his body doubling over yours so that his chest pressed against your back, breath heavy against your neck. 

He paused for just a moment before his hips rolled again, a slow hiss pushing from his lips as he leaned back again, hand finally slipping from your neck to grasp your hips, fingers trailing until they pressed over your womb again, their gentleness a sharp contrast to the continued frantic assault of his cock. Each snap accompanied by a hiss at the overstimulation, yet he drove himself forward, burying himself  into your fluttering walls.

His name was little more than a whimper as you reached back for him, shaky fingers wrapping around his forearm, a poor attempt to ground him as he continued to fuck into you, refusing to let you go. 

The brush of your fingers against his searing skin did nothing to soothe him. Rather his fingers wrapped around yours, pinning your joined hands to the small of your back, the gentle back-and-forth thrum of his thumb against your skin in conflict to the unrestrained rut of his hips. 

The sticky mess of your slick and his come slipped from you with every messy thrust, dripping down your thighs and soaking into the panties strung between your knees. 

“C-can’t–“ his voice broke again, his hips wavering as he fought against the urge to ruin you completely even as his vision blacked out. His grip tightened once more, another slow roll of his hips, until they finally slowed, still pressed flush against you. 

His head dropped against your back, racking breaths hot against the now sweat-slick fabric of your shirt. 

“Gonna look after you…” It was murmured, so softly you almost missed it as your pulse thudded in your ears. His fingers ghosted over your abdomen again, the weight of it settling behind your ribs. 

“what are you two little girls doing here?” he asked.

“use the words ‘little’ and ‘girl’ to address us again and I can’t guarantee your safety.” responded Wednesday cooly.

Y/n straightened her back, trying not to let the fear seep out of the little pool it had begun to form in her chest.

“This is my place!” the man suddenly screamed, “get out!”

Y/n flinched at his words.

“Thing,” Wednesday said, looking over her shoulder to where he sat, “a hand here?”

Thing sprung into action, attacking the man and chasing him into the woods before returning to Wednesday’s side.

“Thank you Thing.” said Y/n and the hand gave her a thumbs up.

She turned to Wednesday.

“I’ll keep watch outside to make sure he doesn't come back while you’re looking around in here.” she stated and exited the crumbling structure.

Leaning on the exterior wall, she tilted her head up and closed her eyes, enjoying the sound of the wind rushing through the autumn leaves and the sound of Wednesday’s voice from within.

After a few minutes, she heard Wednesday’s footsteps coming closer.

“My visions are about as predictable as shark attacks.” she said, and there was a muffled sound that Y/n assumed was the girl grabbing her backpack off the ground.

As Wednesday opened the door, Y/n turned to her to say something only to see the girl standing with her head thrown back before falling to the ground.

“Wednesday!” exclaimed Y/n, falling to her knees at the girl’s side, “Wednesday! are you alright! Wednesday!”

Y/n shook the girl repeatedly, feeling the twigs and dry leaves beginning to dig into her knees through the fabric of her pants.

Y/n turned to Thing who was standing beside her.

“Uh okay, I don’t know sign language so yes or no questions only... uh.... I heard her say she has visions is that what this is?”

Thing nervously shifted his weight on his fingers.

“Please Thing, I promise I wont tell a soul! I just need to know if I should be trying to get her to a hospital or not!”

Thing gave a thumbs down.

“is that a no to bringing her to the hospital or a no to its a vision and I need to call an ambulance!” exclaimed Y/n in frustration, “fuck. yes or no questions only. fuck. Uh, is that a no she doesnt need to go to the hospital?”

Thing gave a thumbs up.

“so this is a vision?”

Thing gave her another thumbs up.

“Oh thank god.” sighed Y/n, leaning back on her heals and putting a hand over her quickly beating heart, “thank god. I guess we will just stay here with her until she wakes up.”

About fifteen minutes later, Wednesday shot up with a gasp.

“Thing! I saw her!” she exclaimed turning to the hand beside her, “the girl from my visions. Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she is my ancestor from 400 years ago.”

It had started raining in the time shed been out and the two girls were drenched, Y/n was pretty sure her shirt was see through but there wasn’t really anything she could do about it out there.

Thing pointed behind Wednesday to where Y/n sat and Wednesday turned to face her.

“I wouldn’t have expected you to stay.” she said, surveying the girl with cold eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I?” responded Y/n, “I was worried about you.”

“you wont tell anyone about this, will you?”

“My lips are sealed.” 

Y/n mimed zipping her lips closed.

“You’re soaked, are you okay?” she asked Wednesday.

Wednesday didn’t respond and instead looked off into the woods before standing. There was a menacing crack of a branch and Y/n stood as well. The pair walked back into the house, closing the door behind them and looking out through the cracks between the planks noiselessly.

“Must’ve been the bearded man from earlier.” said Wednesday at last, drawing back from the door and turning to Thing.

Suddenly there was a loud growl. Y/n covered her mouth, trying to contain a scream as she stumbled back and Wednesday turned to see the eye of the monster who had saved her from Rowan a few days before.

She gasped and stumbled back a few steps as well. The monster moved its eye from side to side, apparently examining the scene before it before running back off into the woods.

After a moment, Y/n removed her hand from her mouth.

“W-we should probably get out of here.” she stammered and Wednesday nodded in agreement.

Wednesday turned to the fireplace and opened a secret door.

“Come on.” she said as she jumped down it.

“how the hell did she know that was there.” said Y/n in amazement before following suit.

The pair were grateful for the rain in that moment as it allowed them to follow the monster’s footprints. At last, they reached a muddy area with no grass where Y/n stopped.

Wednesday turned to look at her in annoyance.

“Look.” was all Y/n said, pointing to the ground beneath them.

Wednesday looked down and saw what had Y/n so surprised and saw a few monster footprints that grew smaller and smaller until...

“human.” said Wednesday softly, “the monster is human.”

“what the hell are you doing?” came a voice from behind them and Y/n jumped letting out a little shriek.

The two turned around to see Xavier standing with an umbrella.

“We were following the monster.” said Wednesday, looking up at him.

Xavier moved his umbrella to cover the two girls and Y/n side stepped out from under it so she stood in the rain, shooting him a dirty look.

“you saw it?” he asked, looking around, “it’s here? do you two have a death wish or something?”

“What are you even doing out here.” asked Y/n coldly.

“I overheard you guys say you were checking out the old meeting house.” he responded, switching his gaze to Y/n standing out in the rain and then back to Wednesday before him, “Guess it’s lucky I showed up when I did.”

“I did learn one thing.” said Wednesday.

“Yeah?” 

“The monster is human.” Y/n cut in, looking away from the pair and crossing her arms in the hopes of protecting herself from the cold, “its tracks turned from monster prints to human ones.”

“show me.”

Wednesday turned and walked back over to where Y/n was standing, Xavier following her expectantly only to find blank mud.

“the rain washed them all away.” said Wednesday with a hint of sadness to her voice.

Xavier scoffed and looked away for a moment.

“We know what we saw.” said Y/n, trying her best to hide her chattering teeth.

“I’m trying to keep and open mind.” Xavier shrugged.

“How big of you.” said Wednesday coldly.

The duo began to walk towards the edge of the forest, Y/n trailing behind them.

“I do think you might be right about Rowan.” said Xavier suddenly.

“Why the sudden change of heart?”

“I texted him again today. I said maybe we could meet over spring break and go snowboarding like we did last year. This time he texted right back, said he wouldn’t be able to make it.”

“only you never went snowboarding last year.” Wednesday finished.

Xavier nodded, stopping and turning to face Wednesday.

“Part of me wanted to blame it on his recent weirdness? I didn’t want to think something bad had happened.”

“The cover up is always worse than the crime.” Wednesday responded.

“Now I need you to be honest with me. Why did you come out to the old meeting house in the first place?”

“I was trying to learn more about Crackstone, figure out how he’s connected to this.”

“Not to interrupt this truly engaging conversation.” drawled Y/n from behind them causing the two to turn around, “but I am gonna dip. See ya.”

She began to walk and as she passed them she waved lazily.

“Wait.” called Xavier after her and she turned around, crossing her arms once more.

Xavier handed his umbrella to Wednesday and jogged over to where Y/n stood, taking off his uniform jacket in the process. Once he had reacher her, he held out the item expectingly.

Y/n looked up at him with a critical gaze.

“You look cold.” he shrugged, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand.

Y/n said nothing, not changing her protective stance in the slightest.

“Also, you know...” he trailed off, looking down at her chest with pink tinted cheeks.

Y/n looked down at her now completely sheer shirt and then back up at Xavier. With a growl she snatched his jacket from his hand. 

“Thanks.” she said sharply, pulling it over her shoulders, “this doesn’t fix things.”

“I know” he responded, “but maybe it can be a start?”

Y/n met his eyes once more and they stood there for a moment.

“I guess I’ll see you guys later.” she said begrudgingly and Xavier smiled, “don’t think that means I like you, just that, you know, I’m sure we will be running into one another again.”

“Yeah, see you.” he said, the smile still fixed on his face.

“Later Wednesday.” Y/n called to the girl behind him who simply nodded.

With that, Y/n turned and walked away, trying to leave everything that had just happened behind her. After all, she had some catching up to do with a certain someone.

Back in the staff bathroom of the weathervane, Tyler leaned back against the wall and let out a sigh. Laurel had asked him to go check in on Wednesday and give her a good scare. While the fear of the people he attacked was usually enticing to him, there was something so much more exhilarating about watching the girl he cared for trying to stifle a scream, something so lovely about how they were supposed to be meeting up soon and he was sure shed be in some need of comfort. Happy to be both the cause and the solution.

He stood back up, walking over to the mirror and running a hand through his hair before checking the time on his phone. Two thirty. Perfect. Not enough time for Y/n to have made it all the way back to the weathervane yet, especially since Tyler had caught a glimpse of Xavier entering the woods as he sneaked out of them and was certain the boy would find one way or another to hold the two girls up without even meaning to. Late enough, however, that he’d get to see Y/n all apologetic and nervous for being so outrageously late to their meeting.

He chuckled, giving himself one last look over before exiting the bathroom and taking a seat in one of the booths.

Community Outreach Day Masterlist (Xavier and Wednesday paths found here)

Tyler path: Part one Part Two

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You were late.  It happened sometimes. But today you were more then thirty minutes late, it had been hours. And A was getting frustrated. He had things to do tonight. And he had put them on hold because you asked to see him. Throwing in the promise of a strong, expensive bottle of whiskey. He secretly did enjoy your visits, but you would never come to know that. 

Apocalypse looked down at his watch. It had many cracks in the glass and the silver was scratched. The time was well pass the point where you were meant to turn up. So A thought it was time he went and dragged you out of the house.  He took his car and drove till he came to your place. Your car was in the driveway and the lights in the house were on, meaning you were home.  A was looking forward to see you struggle with some excuse to why you didn’t come, or even send him a message to say you wouldn’t make it.  But as he approached the door, his senses picked up on something. It felt familiar.  The smell of iron was faint, but A couldn’t mistake the scent he so often brought out from his victims. He stood by the door and listened. It was quiet inside, apart from a soft whisper of sounds. Sobbing, mixed with heavy breathing. Someone was crying and another was nearby. A waited, curious. His fists clenched, sensing a fight and he felt a smile tug at his mouth as he heard a man start yelling. Whoever it was, was angry. Much so that something broke and you cried out in pain.  A opened the door, disappointed that it was unlocked but strode into your house and followed the sounds till he came across quite a scene.  You on your knees, tears streaming down your face as you stared up at a man with a terrified expression. This man held your arm in a white knuckle grip. His other arm raised, arching a fist in position to throw down at you.  But the man stopped upon A entering the room. His eyes wide and red rimmed with fury.  “Who the fuck are you?” The man asked and A didn’t bother answering. He looked down at you. Observing the slight plea in your gaze as you sobbed in relief.  A scoffed and moved forward. His large hand clasping down on the man’s wrist and with the tiniest touch of strength, snapped the bones and threw his across the room. You scrambled to your feet. Dashing behind A as your boyfriend struggled to get off the ground. A felt your trembling hands clutch his shirt as the man, bleeding from a head wound and clutching his broken arm, starting cursing. Screaming at the top of his lungs. A couldn’t hear him. The sound of his blood roaring behind his ears sent a shiver through the titan. His veins turned black, the material of his shirt stretching to it’s fullest potential as Apocalypse grew in size.

“Wait for me in the car.” A rumbled. His voice a deep vibration through his chest as he stepped forward. Leaving you shaking in his wake as A stalked forward and wrapped his hand around your boyfriend’s throat. Hauling him out of the room and through another door.  This door gave A the satisfactions he had been refused with the first entry. The wood splintered under the man’s back. Following him into a dark, concrete room and scattering around him in shards.  A stepped into the garage. Ignoring the man’s pleas as he gazed around the dim area.  Flicking on the lights, A walked over to a table. Tools were neatly placed on the wooden surface. Drills, hammers, small saws, garden shears; he was impressed by the collection and quality of the steel. Garden tools leaned in the corner and A smiled as he spotted a rather heavy looking sledge-hammer.  He approached the object and curled his fingers around the thick shaft of the hammer. He lifted it with ease, but a mortal man would have difficulty using it. A didn’t care why you had it in your shed, but he was excited by the opportunities it brought.  A gave it an experimental twirl and turned back to the man. He had tried to crawl towards the exit, but his pelvis had been fractured by the door and he couldn’t stand. A grunted in annoyance and gripped his ankle. Dragging him back into the center of the room and flipping him over, grinning broadly down at him.  “You’re not going to enjoy this.” A chuckled. His voice like thunder. “But I definitely will.”  The titan gripped the hammer with two fists. Raising it over his head, holding it there as his eyes savored the look of terror in this insect’s face. It made his smile curl more wickedly, and A swung the hammer down onto the man’s right knee. 

He had been in there for a little over an hour.  Luckily your younger neighbors were throwing a very loud party. Even you, sitting outside on the porch of your house, couldn’t hear his screams.  The garage door started to open. The screech of grinding metal was barely audible over the booming speakers next door.  A was a towering, dark silhouette against the bright light. The sledge hammer in his hand a menacing addition to his already monstrous form. But as the door closed behind him as he walked into the night air, you could see the blood.  He was soaked in it. The clothes he wore were now a dark contrast to his pale skin and the smell of iron on him came in waves. You weren’t even fazed by the drops of red that trickled off the edge of the hammer. “I told you to wait in the car.” A said in the same low growl.  “Your car smells like a liquor store.” You replied flatly. Unable to keep the tremble from your voice. You looked up at A from your shaking hands. Swallowing thickly to keep from throwing up. A grunted and threw the hammer over the fence. Disappearing into the party yard and almost striking a group of teenagers.  “You gonna sit there all night?” He asked and you shrugged.  “Where else am I gonna go?”  A rolled his eyes and gripped your arm, yanking you to your feet. You weren’t sure, but it felt like his grip loosened when you yelped. His fingers had tightened around the same area the bruises were forming.  “The same place you always run too. At least this time you’re invited.” A said as he turned to the car. Ignoring the beginnings of your protests. But you knew it was better to go with him. Even if the cops would go straight to his house. Even if you were dragged to the station the next morning. Right now, you just wanted to get away from this house.  You hurried across the lawn to the car. A had already started it, waiting for you to finish your debate with yourself before driving away as you clicked in your seat-belt.