I do see Wednesday and Tyler getting married kind of young. Especially after the chapel scene in S2… Tyler was at the alter, Wednesday was walking down the aisle, she had a serum that would bind them together forever, and Tyler was going to let her…
One of the best things for Tyler if Wednesday had become his master is that he wouldn't have been under orders not to harm Issac and, therefore, he would have gotten to throw Issac around like a WWE smackdown wrestler like he did in Iago Tower the first time Issac threatened Wednesday
Tyler: you sensed the monster in me and you fell in love with it
Tyler, babe, Wednesday would *love* to believe that's why she fell for you, but she actually fell for the normie dork who fetched her a corsage, put up fairy lights in a crypt and made her watch Legally Blonde
tyler, to isaac: you don’t understand how stuff works. death threats means wednesday is super-interested. in fact, she death threatened me so much today, i’m a little worried we’re moving too fast.
Started illustrating scenes from my post-canon Wyler fic but I have no idea when or if that story will ever get posted and I'm too in love with this drawing not to share right away honestly
"She spends months obsessing over the monster in the woods and talking to me about her investigation, but when she finds out who it is -"
"We came this close to slow dancing at the Rave'n until Lucas and his stupid prank ruined it; they didn't even use real blood. She would have looked even more beautiful covered in blood"
"She attempts to kill her school's water polo team and says she'd do it again, which is super hot, but I kill people and say how I like the smell of their fear she ghosts me for months"
"Spend hours planning our date, getting her a black flower, buying black and white popcorn buckets, hanging fairy lights, setting up the projector, picking a movie I knew she'd find scary and afterwards right when we're about to kiss, my dad and his deputies barge in"
"I killed Rowan because he was strangling her. I saved her life, but what does she do when she finds out I'm a hyde? Tortures me"
"She walks nearly a half hour to the Weathervane at night to tell me we can finally date and to kiss me. We kiss twice. Then she runs out after she has a vision of me killing our therapist that she didn't even like"
"I called her a cockroach, and she said, 'Please, flattery will get you nowhere' it was so hot"
"I lie to her, so she tortures me, so I try to kill her, but I could have sworn I heard her parents say that trying to kill each other is foreplay in their family"
"She attempts to kill her school's water polo team and says she'd do it again, which is super hot, but I kill people and say how I like the smell of their fear she ghosts me for months"
LMAOO SO ACCURATE
"I lied to her, so she tortured me, so I tried to kill her, but I could have sworn I heard her parents say that trying to kill each other is foreplay in their family."
tyler galpin x f!reader \ smut [18+]
My hand kink got the better of me…Â
The hand on your jaw squeezed, rough fingers pinching your cheeks, forcing your lips apart as you gasped, barely supporting your own weight.Â
“You wanted to watch them—“ Tyler’s voice was low in your ear, lips brushing the shell, breath hot against your skin “—don’t look away now.”Â
Your eyes drifted lower, raking over your reflection in the mirror. You would have been embarrassed, had you had the mental capacity. But with your panties around your knees and Tyler’s fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt, it was hard to think of much at all.Â
You hadn’t thought it was obvious, the way your eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from Tyler’s hands all night, your only real entertainment at this damn house party. The way he fiddled with the the edge of the counter, fingers drumming in time with the bass or the deck of cards someone had left out, fingers shuffling them just to keep busy.Â
You had been wrong.Â
Which is how you’d ended up in the upstairs bathroom, the thumping music from downstairs mixing with your heart beat.Â
They curled roughly, he wasn’t here to tease; he wanted to tear you apart, wrist snapping at an almost inhuman speed. The veins in his arms pulsed under his skin, muscles flexing with the effort.Â
Sounds somewhere between whines and gasps tore from your throat, vision blurring as he continued to assault your pussy, your slick dripping down to soak his palm.Â
“Na-ah—“ the fingers on your cheek dragged roughly across the skin before pressing between your parted lips, weighing on your tongue. He pressed them back until you gagged a little, “—can’t let everyone hear how desperate you are, can we?”Â
You did your best to shake your head, his fingers easing their pressure as you complied. He groaned lowly, the sound edging on a growl as your lips pursed around his knuckles, tongue swirling around the tips, suckling experimentally, sighing as you did so. His eyes were blown wide, irises near black, as he watched your reflection intently.
“That’s it, good fucking girl.”Â
It was a fight to keep your eyes open as his hand stilled and his fingers curled, dragging roughly to hit the spongy spot that had your knees buckling. Tyler’s arms tensed, keeping your back pressed firmly against his chest even as your hips bucked.Â
You groaned in protest as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, the tips lingering on your lower lip as he took you in, drooling slightly before letting your lip flick up again. His hand, still wet with your saliva wrapped around your throat experimentally, not really squeezing, but holding you in place against him, just enough to make it harder to breathe, each pull of air catching. His fingers were warm from your mouth and sticky against the skin, splayed out to cover your whole throat.
“Oh fuck—,” you drawled, your brain turning to mush but unable to tear your eyes away as his fingers began rough circles on your clit, the flat pads of his fingers rubbing messily and with no precise rhythm before pushing back into you roughly. Â
“That’s it, there you go,” he purred, lips attaching to your earlobe and sucking it between his teeth, his fingers not slowing as you bucked against him, forcing your eyes to stay open, jaw slack as as his fingers pulled you to the edge, the tight spring in your stomach snapping as you came, shuddering against him and gripping at his wrists as you rode out your high, fucking yourself on his fingers as you pulsed around them.Â
He pulled from from you slowly, your vision focusing again just enough to catch the way the slick webbed between his fingers before they pressed against your lips, pressing down on your tongue.
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