Hear me out, isaac night x reader but its like gomez's little sister like during the time that isaac and gomez are 'friends' and theres just kinda the thrill of the older brother best friend trope, with like fluff but possibly smut if you feel comfortable 🫣, thank you for coming to my Ted talk.
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So Wrong but So Right (Isaac Night x Addams! Reader)
(Summary: up above: Reader is Gomez's sister and she meets her brothers 'best friend' and dorm mate. Things get heavy between them)
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(a/n: Hello! Thank you so much for the request! :D just wanted to let y'all know that the reader(you) is a year younger than Gomez.)
(WARNINGS!: Smut(not very detailed)!, mentions of bondage, fluff, Addams! Reader, secret fling, brothers best friend trope, slight Manipulation (if yay squint), short!, not proofread)
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If you had told her that attending Nevermore and meeting her brother's roommate who so happened to be his best friend. Y/n had never thought she'd end up here pressed up against the wall lips locked with that very same friend: Isaac Night.
She didn't even have the slightest intention when they first met that she'd be sneaking around with him or mean anything to him at all. Did she think he was attractive? Yes. Did she plan on doing anything? No. It all just sort of happened and never stopped happening no matter her efforts.
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Y/n had just gotten to Nevermore after unfortunately being kicked out of her other school for making vines wrap around a student who was bullying her friend, Agnus. Her parents decided then that she'd go to nevermore with her brother. They surprisingly took her for being a Junior where her brother was a senior.
Now, here she stood in her brother's dorm after unpacking with her brother and Morticia and her brother's roommate.
"Ah! Isaac this is my sister Y/n Addams. Y/n this is my dear friend Isaac Night." Gomez said as he introduced them. Y/n stuck out her hand. Isaac's internally rolled his eye 'oh great another one.'
"Pleasure." She mumbled shaking his hand.
But when he looked at her something was different than how he felt about her oaf of a brother and for some reason couldn't take his eyes off her. Little did he know she felt the same way.
That was the start of Sneaking around with your brother's best friend.
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"We can't... we have to stop this.." Y/n said breathlessly with her blouse unbuttoned and Isaac's face buried in her neck.
He let out an aggravated sigh before pulling away looking to her eyes a sinister smirk on his face.
"Yeah? How many times have you said that before but it always ends up like this? or with you tied up in my lab?" He whispered in a dark husky voice. Her face flushed in a deep crimson red at his words.
"I-" His finger came up to lips hushing her.
Before leaning down to capture her lips as his hands roamed her body inspecting every curve as if studying her for the first time all over again. Made her fall apart and he knew he got to her as she gave into him completely.
Her head leaning back against the wall as his fingers worked like a machine to have her see stars.
It felt so wrong but so right and what’s even worse is that she didn’t regret it not even for second. Even after all the times she swore she was done for her brother’s sake. She always ended up back here just in different settings a random empty corridor where no student nor teacher dared to look, abandoned classroom, occasionally his dorm, but more often or not at his lab where by the end of it her wrist would already have black and blue marks forming or a harsh red that sometimes broke skin.
Their were times where it wouldn’t just be about sex but their was something about it being a secret that made it feel like a burning sun when your near him and one thing about the sun it never burns out..
Summary: Reader is the oldest and a very powerful Addams. When she has one of her visions, it makes her boyfriend Isaac panic for you wouldn't come to your senses. Bringing you to the one place he knew you would be helped. The Addams family.
With a soft breath, you brought your hand gracefully to the keys. Letting the tops of your fingers hover over the white notes. Gently pressing down on it to form a melodic note. Moving your hand to press another key. Softly the tone filled the room.
Almost a whisper. Staring off into the distance, your mind drifted away. With one hand you toggled between the different key notes. Forming a melody that didn't felt quite complete.
Yet there settled no thrill to pour your heart into the melody. Sighing softly once more at the emptiness in the room. Even the victorian scenery couldn't brim your heart with joy.
Little mots flattering around the vase with dried out black roses. Wallpaper with a loss of previous glory. Faded and curled up to reveal the blank wall behind it. Two rats scurrying after each other for a search of food.
The piano you sat behind dusted with scratch marks that could tell stories. It couldn't brim your heart. Waiting patiently for your love to return. His glorious mind spinning with obsession. Insanity and cruel intentions to reach his goals.
Once he had put something in his mind, he was compelled to continue. Driving himself to pure devotion. Wondering when the madman would release himself and become aware of his surroundings.
Isaac called it devotion in the name of love. In a way you should be flattered for he sought out answers to your abilities. Lately there had been a few changes with your spiritual self.
Answers you were not yet familiar with, but paid little attention to it. Isaac thought it was anything but little. Hence his brilliance demanding answers. A craving he couldn't resist. An uncontrollable itch.
With one hand you were still playing half a melody. The creaking of wooden floorboards did not stop your playing. Without a glance back, the creaking neared.
Sensing a figure approach from behind. "Y/n" undeniable Isaac speaking. You continued to play, this time a bit louder. Isaac swallowed nervously. "I'm... I'm sorry..." he began ending with a soft breath.
"I know some days I can be... devoted." Reffering to his work and the compelling to continue until he found answers. Biting your lip soft, you kept silent. Fingers tickling the keys.
Isaac's gaze fell on the piano. Staring a few minutes thoughtfully at it. Placing his hand on the top, he settled himself down beside you. Using one hand to play the missing melody of yours. It made you lift your hand briefly up.
Throwing him a glare for disturbing your music. He pulled his hand back onto his lap with a sorrowful expression. Bringing your hand back, you played again. Isaac glanced back at you, bringing both his hands to the play.
Playing a tune. Waiting invitingly back at you. Moving your other hand up as well you copied his melody in a higher tone. Isaac began playing more after you had fallen still.
Curling up a cheeky smile at you in an attempt to cheer you up. A melancholic melody to flutter your heart. With each continuing melody he looked your way for approval.
For a smile or a hint that you'd forgive him for neglecting. With a soft exhale you began joining his play with both hands. Playing more demanding notes. Bringing life to his existing melody.
Sharing eye contact with him, you curled up a smile. Isaac blooming with your attention. The melody coming to it's finishing touch as you laughed soft. Isaac moved his hands away from the piano, turning more towards you.
Leaning closer with a goofy smile on his lips. Cupping his cheeks, you kissed the tip of his nose. Having closed his eyes with bliss. Eagerly he wanted you to kiss his lips. Leaning in more. Smiling, you tilted his chin upwards.
Bringing your lips to his to kiss with fondness. "I really love you Y/n Addams." He said unexpectedly. Making you press your hand against his mechanic heart. If you listened closely you could hear it tick. "And I love you my mad DaVinci."
Stroking your hand down his cheek. Isaac could roll his eyes to the back of his head with how much admiration your touch was giving him. Taking both your hands, he pulled you up from the piano stool.
"Where are we going?" You asked curiously with a smile. "There is something I must show you my dearest Y/n." Turning himself more to the front, he switched the position he was holding your hand. Tugging you along.
Guiding you into the hallway and up the spiraling stairs. "Isaac." You called out knowing he was leading you up to his lab. With laughter, he rushed up the stairs. Allowing you to enter his laboratory. Your eyes widened at the chaos.
Papers and notes scattered around. Sticking on walls and flooring. Words, drawings, anything his mind needed to out on paper. He gently walked you up to his desk. Ruffling through the papers to reach a small book.
Throwing some papers away. "All for you." He spoke, offering you the book. Quirking your eyebrow at it, you wondered what it contained. "What is it?" Rather wanting him to tell you.
"Why don't you discover it my darkness." Leaving a kiss in your neck just below your ear. Humming lovingly, you let the kiss sink in. Grabbing onto the book, you accepted it.
Eyes immediately widening. Head shot back as your body started to sway backwards. Isaac gasped loud, catching you before your body could hit the ground. "Y/n?" He said pulling you more onto his lap.
Seeing your eyes were closed, he started to gently tap your cheek. "Y/n... Y/n..." speaking with more desperation each time. Tugging at your shoulders for a response. "Y/n!" His voice a loud scream in terror.
"Wake up, Y/n my darling talk to me." Moving his hand nervously from your body to your cheek, desperate for a response. Wiping his eyes dry, he settled you better against him. Picking you up to carry out.
Hurrying downstairs and out of the house to the only place he knew he would be helped. The Addams family.
"Help me! Hurry help me!" Isaac shouted out, barging into Rotwood cottage. Morticia and Gomez got up, allowing Isaac to bring you to them. "Help me! She won't wake up." Isaac called out laying you down on the carpet.
"What happend to my dark bat?" Gomez asked. Morticia already kneeling beside you, moving her hand inches away from your face down. Pugsley entered the room with a loud gasp. Running up to Isaac to shove him back.
"What have you done to my sister!" His words full of fury. "She... I didn't know the book would trigger a vision...I... just wanted to help her." He started to mumble out, moving his fingers anxiously through his hair.
Morticia shushed soothingly. "Will... will she be alright?" He wanted to know. Morticia gave him a look. Gomez stepped in, pressing his palm to his chest. "Take a step back boy." Gently pushing him out of the room.
Pugsley followed allowing his mother space. Isaac sat down with a loud exhale. Wiping his palm down his face. Pugsley came sitting beside him. "Au!" Isaac called out startled.
Squirming at the electric shock he had received. "That was for my sister." Pugsley muttered out with a glare. Isaac stared in front of him. "I guess I deserved that." Sighing out.
Silence crept over the two along with awkwardness for their history. "I just... I just wanted to help her." He spoke, lowering his head. Staring at the flooring between his legs. "I feel so stupid! So stupid!"
Isaac started to press his own fist against his forehead out of punishment. "Hey stop it." Pugsley spoke wanting him to stop with this self-pity. When Isaac wouldn't listen he electrocuted him.
A shock going through his body, making him jump in the air. Pugsley laughing loud at that. Isaac bounced back on his seat with a chuckle of his own. Both sharing a comforting smile.
Ice broken for they started to talk. Talk till Gomez entered the room once more. Nodding once at Isaac. Isaac jumped up, spurting back into the room. Pugsley on his tail.
"Y/n." Isaac cried out at the sight of you. Wrapping his arms around you, spinning you around in bliss. "I am sorry my dark heart. You made me fear the worst."
Tightening his grip around you, he let his chin rest on your shoulder. "I am all right my night." You responded, moving him at arms-lenght. Giving him a kiss till it was interrupted by your little brother wanting a hug as well.
Enid absolutely loves being called “Mom.” She pretends it’s casual but tears up every time your daughter says it.
You inherited the Addams calm, so while Enid panics over baby-proofing the house, you’re like, “She’ll adapt.” (She did. She’s terrifyingly smart.)
Your daughter has Enid’s bright smile but your Addams stare. It’s… unsettlingly adorable.
Enid Sinclair makes color-coded parenting charts. You quietly reorganize them by efficiency. She notices. You both pretend you didn’t.
Your sister, Wednesday Addams, gifts the baby her first tiny black dress and a miniature guillotine toy. Enid hides the toy. You keep it.
Family dinners at the Wednesday-era Addams household are chaotic:
Gomez and Morticia are the definition of doting grandparents
Enid bringing rainbow cupcakes.
Your daughter feeding crumbs to Thing.
Wednesday analyzing the child’s “potential for darkness.”
Enid is the soft parent. You’re the calm-but-unhinged parent. Enid: “Sweetie, no biting.” You: “Aim better.”
Full moon nights? Your daughter gets zoomies whether she’s a werewolf or not. You blame Enid. Enid blames genetics. You both chase her at 2 a.m.
Enid insists on matching pajamas. You give in—but yours are black with tiny pastel wolves embroidered on them.
You’re surprisingly gentle with your daughter. The Addams stoicism melts instantly when she reaches for you.
Enid talks about having more kids. Says she wants a whole “adorbs little wolf pack”. You say, “Statistically unwise.” She kisses you until you reconsider.
Wednesday pretends she doesn’t care—but she teaches her niece how to glare properly before she can walk. Also Wednesday says she’ll teach your little girl how to slit an enemy’s throat later.
Your daughter’s first word wasn’t “Mama” or “Papa.” It was “Chaos.”You’ve never been prouder.
Gotham City is full of a lot of characters, criminals, creepy clowns, man eating plants, eccentric billionaires. But all that rolled into one household?
Warning: contains mentions of poor mental health, death, general spooky stuff, it's an Addams reader they're gonna be freaky,
Part 1: digging dirt
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Jason's having one of those days, his hands ache a little too much, his scars pulling a little too tight, the ringing of metal as someone worked on their car grit in his ears a little too loudly, It's overstimulating. he doesn't even feel Like…..a person right now, he feels more like a body caring for itself. So he did what he usually does when he's not quite all there, he walks. Wanders around until he finds somewhere quiet enough to stuff himself back into his own head, until his body feels like him again. And that's how he found himself here of all places, a graveyard, the graveyard. Someone's still taking care of it, it seems. The grass is neatly manicured and the stone is moss free, he hates that in a way. The stupid gravestone looks like it's been shown more care than he has. He hates that he can still clearly read it.
“What a dreadful graveyard, you must be very proud of it.” A mystery voice chimes from behind him, who the fuck snuck up on him?
Spinning around with a snarl on his lip, Jason's greeted by the sight of a….Goth witch? That doesn't bode well on Bruce's property.
“Who the ever loving fuck are you?” his hand rests on the grip of his gun, warning enough to not try anything too hasty. Damn what if they're a meta-
“oh excuse my manners, I'm your new neighbor.” The mystery goth steps closer without any hesitation and holds out their hand, their other hand holding a…casserole dish? Oh right, Alfred mentioned something about a neighbor…They introduce themselves as an Addams like they're not standing in a graveyard and he's armed, alright then…
“Okay…I'm Jason Todd...? I'm not your neighbor though, i don't live here.” He glances back down at the gravestone, his gravestone-
“Oh? Then i suppose you'll just be my new friend then instead of my new neighbor.” They glance down at the stone as well, noticing the obvious. “Oh is that yours? You have one already picked out and placed? How macabre!” They smile, Jason's gut twists at the sight.
“No it's not-that's just uhh…don't worry about it alright? I used it and then.. Got better?” Jason wants to bury himself Alive right now, what kind of an answer is that? They just had to catch him on one of his bad days.
“you know, my dear grandmama has done that quite a few times. The lady just can't seem to stay buried for more than a few weeks at a time. One of these days…” The goth sighs wistfully at that, seeming unbothered. Are they mocking him?
“I'm not on the mood for jokes.” He grunts out, shoving his hands in his pockets and going to step around them. He'd prefer to wallow in his fucked up mental state without an audience.
“Grandmama’s perchance for breaking the barriers between the living and the dead is no laughing matter my new-not-neighbor-friend, say do you know the man living here? I'd like to return this to it's rightful owner before the poltergeists smash it.”
Jason stares at them for a long, silent moment. They said all that with a straight face. Must be committed to their aesthetic to the nth. The thought of seeing Bruce right now sounds about as enjoyable as crawling on broken glass on his hands and knees, but they seem to expect something from him. God he hates social obligations…
“I'm not even gonna ask, give me the dishes and I'll get em back to Bruce.”
“Who is ‘Bruce’? I was under the impression the resident here was named Alfred.”
“No that's the butler- wait, you don't know who your neighbor is? How can you move in beside one of the wealthiest man in the country without knowing?”
“oh is Gomez here? That sneaky devil already bought property in this wonderful city without telling me? Oh I could die of jealousy!"
The goth seems…happy? Jason doesn't want to snap them out of it just yet. They're obviously crazy and he's not ready to deal with the fallout. He's ready to just say fuck it and leave, but he doesn't want to leave Alfred to deal with them…
“Gomez? No this is Bruce Wayne's house. You know, billionaire philanthropist?” he turns towards the back of the mansion and starts walking, ready to go drink until he can't see his reflection straight on. Who cares that it's only four in the afternoon.
“Wayne? Was he the one in Jersey shore?” They say with curiosity, stepping after him with casserole dish in hand.
that actually gets a startled laugh out of Jason, picturing Bruce on Jersey shore with Nikki and big Mike. “No, God no. That'd be a sight to see though…. You don't seem the type to watch that show, i bet supernatural is more your thing, what with the whole….goth thing.” Is he making conversation? Wow, go Jason i guess.
“i enjoy the chaos and violence.” Is all they say, following him to the manor.
“…alright fair enough.” He falls silent again, the only sound being the crunching of leaves underfoot. God he's not good at this, this feels awkward very quickly. At least to him, they seem intrigued with the sights of the graveyard.
“so how did you die, I'm assuming you used the gravestone in death. Yes? Not unless you enjoy a little being buried alive action, i dabble in it time to time myself so don't feel awkward. Do tell.”
Do they have to press on about that? What kind of freaky shit are they into- “you're fucking demented.” he hisses out before he can catch himself, wow way to make a nice impression on Bruce's new, probably rich if they're buying up land in this neighborhood, neighbor.
“Oh? Aren't you a romantic one, My new-not-my-neighbor-friend.”
“…that wasn't-can we drop this? You're driving me nuts.”
“You're very sweet, perhaps we can explore this another time then. Please tell Alfred the casserole was positively horrible! Toodles!”
And just like that they turn on their heel and leave, disappearing into the- wait why is it suddenly foggy? Jason shakes his head and briefly ponders whether any of that was even real, or if he's gone off the deep end this time. The weight of the casserole dish on his arm the only thing assuring him he's not full blown hallucinating like certain people he knows.
He gets a few steps closer to the manor when he pauses again, he feels…. Okay. Not great but…he feels like a human instead of a ghost occupying a body. Huh. Guess meeting someone crazier than you'll fix you.
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A/n: ngl I'm pretty happy with how this chapter turned out, Jason's fun to write! Any feedback is appreciated as I figure out how to write other ppls POV TYYYYY 🖤💜🖤💜
I'm a big fan of The Addams Family and I could get out of my head of the reader being an Addams, probs the oldest child, and becoming the nanny to Brahms Heelshire.
The same sort of shit happens but reader is completely fine with Brahms (kinda lovesick too because AWOOGA), and ends up managing to convince Brahms to visit her family (somehow idk).
And like Morticia and Gomes are so happy for their little monster (like how they cannot Wednesday their little raven) to find someone so dashing and protective. Wednesday is interested in his scars mostly and Pugsley likes having someone to scare other kids (mostly his bullies). Puberty hides his shoes when he comes to visit so he doesn't have to leave (cause he'll have to stay for longer if Brahms can't find them, and reader has to reassure Brahms that they do in fact like him).
I've seen a few posts (mostly on TikTok) where The Addams adopts the Eraserhead baby, named him Beldam, and lives there. So Brahms is probably very protective of him (because he knows what it's like to be ridiculed based on how you look).
Reader makes it an effort to visit their family with Brahms more often, noticing how he's comfortable and coming out of his shell around them.
Would anyone be interested in reading some head cannons or quips about this? I already have a few in mind if anyone is interested! :)
|| Warnings: bullying, some swearing, Wednesday starting a fight, brief mention of death during rune reading
|| Summary: reader is Norse Pagan. Wednesday and reader are out in town, as Enid had dragged them out for coffee when some town teens bully reader because reader had brought along a rune set and was doing a reading for Wednesday. Wednesday shows the teens not to mess with an Addams and they head back to Nevermore where Wednesday comforts reader.
(anon request)
Requests open!
Started: April 24th
Finished: April 28th
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Enid had dragged you and Wednesday into town one weekend, the both of you really hadn't wanted to go but she gave you those damn puppy dog eyes. You and Wednesday shared a look, sighed and got dragged along the moment Enid realized you weren't going to complain. How did this become your life?
She was really happy to have her two roommates out along with her, she's been DYING to get the both of you to the Weathervane for a hangout. You knew Wednesday had already been, but as for you you're more of a homebody. So you don't leave Nevermore unless you absolutely have to; such as when Wednesday drags you along on her monster hunting adventures. That's really the only time you leave.
When you guys got to the Weathervane, Tyler took your coffee orders and you noticed he put extra care into Wednesday's. Making you raise an eyebrow at your sister, who either didn't notice your look at all or didn't care enough to comment on it. Knowing Wednesday it was probably the latter.
You guys sat and chatted, mostly you and Enid while Wednesday made the occasional one liner.
Though, at one point Wednesday looked directly at you and raised an eyebrow." Y/N. Do you have your rune set on you?" She asked suddenly, you looked at Wednesday and nodded. You never went anywhere without it; you've relied on it in quite a few situations and its always helped you out.
Your trusty black obsidian Norse runes.
"Yeah. Always do, why? Need a reading?" You asked her, taking out the runes from where you kept them in a small black velvet bag in your coat pocket.
Wednesday nodded.
The way you did your readings was the circle method, so you got up and went to ask Tyler for paper from a note pad. He gave you a confused look but handed it to you, along with a pen. You went back to your seat.
Enid was watching with pure curiosity in her eyes, she hasn't seen you do a reading yet and was interested in how it worked.
"What's the pen and paper for? How do you know which rune means what?" She was rambling out a bunch of questions, you could see the annoyance in Wednesday's eyes and you sighed yourself.
"There's a few main ways people cast runes, everyone has their own different style of it. This is just the one I feel connected to." You explain so Enid could understand what you were doing, you were going to just explain how it all worked instead of answering her individual questions; you figured you would probably answer them anyways during your explanation." It's called the circle method."
You took your paper and set it down in front of you, taking a breath and closing your eyes for a few moments. You didn't have a whole lot of time to meditate, so you just did a brief one to clear your mind. You opened your eyes and drew out the circle.
Enid's eyes stayed fixed on what you were doing, Wednesday kept her eyes on you as she watched. She always found your rune readings intriguing and insightful, they've helped her out a few times during this whole monster hunt and she was hoping they could help her again.
You shook your bag of runes, letting them move around for a moment before looking at Wednesday. "What's your question?"
"I need more insight on the monster." She informed you, you nodded.
You weren't sure what all your runes would be able to tell you about it; but you hoped you could pull out enough information to be at least somewhat helpful to Wednesday.
You reached into the bag, taking out five runes that you feel have a connection to the specific question. Taking those five runes you gently tossed them into the circle you've created. Four land around the middle, two touching each other while the other two are more spread out. The finale one landed just outside the circle; meaning this involves some outside force.
You move your gaze to the two runes that were touching, deciding they were the most important to the reading. The first rune that catches your attention is Eihwaz; a symbol of death, transformation, and understanding.
You figure the first two were the most important meanings for this specific reading. "A creature of transformation, causing death. Which we already know." You lean back in your seat and sigh, looking at the next rune that had landed beside Eiwaz. You raise an eyebrow when you see what it was.
Ehwaz; partnership, movement, progress.
Partnership? You looked at Wednesday.
"Someone close to you is the monster." You explain, getting a sinking feeling in your stomach. You scanned the other runes for more information.
Mannaz. Man. Well, that narrowed it down.
"Someone masculine." You continued, giving brief explanations. Your eyes felt drawn to the rune that was just outside your circle. Kaunaz; a symbol of knowledge and fire.
You knew knowledge had something to do with it, you didn't know what but you were sure it didn't mean literal knowledge. The knowledge was a representation of something or someone.
a teacher. cough.
You just couldn't figure out what and before you could think about it anymore, you were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of mocking laughter.
Wednesday's head snapped around and she saw a group of boys, standing not too far from where you three were seated. She glanced at you and then back at them with an intense gaze.
"You really believe in those dumb stones?" One boy said with a laugh, hand on his chest and doubled over from laughing so hard," Ooo! Look at me with my magic stones!"
Your cheeks turned pink with embarrassment and looked away. Using your hand to shield your face from them. You knew your "stones" weren't just a bunch of made up garbage. You'd seen them come true time and time again; but hearing them mock you did make you a little insecure about your beliefs.
"Only a Nevermore freak would believe in such bullshit." Another chimed in.
Enid glanced at them, but kept her focus mainly on you. Giving you a soft smile," I think they're cool, don't listen to what they're saying. Okay?"
You were about to respond, when Wednesday suddenly stood. You quickly looked at her and your eyes widened as you watched her punch one of the boys.
"Wednesday!" You got up and locked your arm with hers, trying to pull her back.
Very. Very reluctantly she lets you.
The guy had stumbled back into one of the tables and was trying to pick a fight with Wednesday now.
"You're not getting away with that!" He yells, you were about to intervene but Tyler beat you to it.
"Woah, woah, alright! Wednesday, can I speak with you?" He looked at Wednesday, you couldn't help rolling your eyes as you let go of her.
She glared at Tyler but went with him while Tyler kicked the boys out of the cafe.
You and Enid shared a look.
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Back at Nevermore, you and Wednesday were in your dorm alone. Enid had gone to hang out with Yoko and her friend group for the night; which the both of you didn't overly mind.
You liked having the space to yourselves.
Wednesday had just finished her daily hour of writing and had turned to look at you. You were seated on your bed, which was located in the middle of the room by the big window. You sat there, meditating and trying to calm your mind from today's events.
"They were wrong." Wednesday says suddenly, you open your one eye and raise an eyebrow at your sister. Was she trying to comfort you?
"Your... runes are quite insightful. You are very skilled with what you do." A compliment from Wednesday was rare, but she was always softer with you. So it wasn't impossible.
You smiled softly, Wednesday's opinion meant more to you than you cared to admit. Even those simple words were enough to ease your insecurities from earlier.
"Thank you." You replied, she nodded her head and stood. Grabbing her cello and taking it outside, clearly ending the conversation.
One compliment must've taken a lot out of her social battery.
Request: „Xavier has had a obvious crush on y/n and puts himself in constant competition with Tyler y/n’s boyfriend which really makes Tyler show his true over protective side of y/n, that she loves to mess with to see how far she can get away with things. One day she decides to mess with Tyler like usual, flirting back with Xavier just to get a reaction out of Tyler until he breaks. Telling Xavier off holding y/n close to him as be always did. After Xavier and him are done arguing Tyler says nothing pulling y/n along with him as they walk to his car together to leave. Tyler still hasn’t spoken a word to y/n in the car on their way back to his house making y/n worry she’s actually gone to far this time. They get back to his house and he’s mad but not at exactly at y/n. He explains how he’s completely obsessed with y/n to her. Then they end up having rough makeup sex because I’m a slut for smut ofc.‟
A/N: Request written by anon, whom I thank in advance for the detail she/he put into it. It much easier writing when I know what people want or like so I don't disappoint my readers.
I hope you all gonna enjoy it.
Please remember english is not my native language, then can be some mistakes.
Work contains smut, minors do not interact.
She was in the Weathervane again, as was her habit. Sipping her black coffee, occasionally tapping her long fingernails against the white mug in which the hot drink was served.
She looked like a living painting, so beautiful and impossibly perfect, despite her indifferent eyes and grim face. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only one who thought so.
Tyler watched as one of the Nevermore students flirted with her in an extremely overt way, not even hiding how much he cared about Y/n's attention, his Y/n.
She was Wednesday's cousin, which made her Addams, although despite her last name, she did not share much of her family's traits, but Xavier didn't mind. The moment his eyes saw her, he was intoxicated by her, not even hiding how she affected him ,and Galpin hated it him for that.
But the girl was having a surprisingly lot of fun with it, even though she shouldn't have. Yet, she couldn't help it. Her dark heart filled with an unfamiliar warmth as she watched her boyfriend take her in his arms, each time the brunette took one step too many or spoke one word too far. She loved to feed on his overprotectiveness and possessiveness as if it were the sweetest dessert.
So when Thorpe decided to sit in her booth, smiling warmly which made his face even more handsome, the teenager started her little game. Smiling softly, she turned her attention to him. The coffee mug had long been forgotten, and the hand that held it was now resting her chin to feign interest in the words that were pouring out of his mouth. And even though their were intoxicatingly sweet and warm, Y/n didn't pay much attention to them.
They weren't from Tyler, so their wasn't of much value to her.
-You spend an awful lot of time in this cafe - said Xavier suddenly - Aren't you bored of constantly sitting in the booth and looking out the window?
-And you don't get bored of running all the time? - she asked, frowning slightly - You tire your body over and over again. There are other activities that can make you tired than constantly getting to point a or b - she concluded jokingly, a spark of malice sparking in her eyes.
Xavier smiled to himself. Sometimes he wondered if these little hints, the girl put in her statements was on purpose or maybe it was pure coincidence.
-I find that rather reassuring - he replied, bringing his body closer to hers, even though there was a table between them.
-What about drawing? Doesn't that calm you down?- she asked, also closing their distance as much as she could.
-Well, it stopped recently. You see my dreams are haunted more and more often by a girl who messed with my head. I only think about her - he confessed looking at her as she was one of the wonders of the world.
Y/n could’ve felt the intense, obsessive, even maniacal gaze on herself, which filled her black heart and soul with a surprisingly large amount of warmth, which she accepted with a shockingly great willingness.
-Oh, personally for me nightmares are something wonderful, the thrill when someone is chasing you is incomparable - confessed the girl with a smile - But if night visons mess with your head just as nightmares do, I think I can do something about it - she admitted, now arranging her head on both hands, so that the breasts between them were pressed together - Our Great Aunt Calpurnia. She was burned as a witch in 1706. They said she danced naked in the town square and enslaved the minister. I learned some of her tricks.
-I don't doubt it - Xavier muttered.
-But... something for something- she said, smiling subtly.
-Anything you want - he replied without breaking eye contact with her.
-I want you to paint me - she stated, even though she knew perfectly well that she was the object of his affection, but teasing Tyler was all too tempting -And if I remember the references correctly. I like you to paint me like one of your French girls - she added quietly but enough for the barista at the counter to catch her words.
The brunette let out a heavy breath. Watching Xavier turn red in the face and his eyes glowing with lust, he told himself enough was enough.
Alone with the two Nevermore students, he wasn't afraid to hit the countertop with a washed mug to show his annoyance, he wasn't afraid to approach the table with a look that could kill, revealing the much darker inside that the sheriff's son was hiding.
-We're closing - the boy said, even though it sounded more like a snarl -You should go Thorpe. I believe your headmistress won't be pleased if you don't come back - even though it sounded like a decent explanation, Y/n sensed that hidden speck of menace, and she wasn't the only one.
-Well, I'll take Y/n with me - he said, standing up, and the difference in height showed up immediately, but Galpin didn't care, his demeanor and aura fully made up for the lack of a few inches -She's a Nevermore student too.
-I’ll take care of her. You don't have to worry - he stated, grabbing her waist as she got up from the chair - But thank you for caring about my girl so much. Almost like you were in love with her.
-What, are you jealous? - Xavier asked defiantly, looking at the older boy.
-Jealous? Please, you don't even exist to me - he stated and his voice became lower, more menacing -Be my guest, have feelings for Y/n. But she will never love you back.
The green-eyed boy clenched his hand into a fist.
Between the two you could feel the heaviness of the whole situation and the girl quickly realized that the jokes ended right there.
Placing her hand on her boyfriend's chest, she tried to push him away, to silently let him know to stop, to give him affection, to make him forget about the brunette, but he didn't budge.
-It's weird because lately she's been giving me more attention than you. And I doubt you know what goes on within the walls of the school -Thrope confessed.
The whole body under Y/n's fingers tensed, which made her look into Tyler's eyes, which were directed towards her friend.
-Xavier - said the teenager - Just go...please - she added and only then he left her with a heavy heart, which drove the sheriff's son even more furious, seeing how easily he obeyed her requests, how devoted he was to win her approval - Ty - she whispered after a long moment - My beloved, I adore seeing you in a possessive state with eyes that can kill but not this time. Xavier is wrong, do you understand? You're the only one that holds my dark, cold heart.
Addams grabbed his cheek, trying to elicit any reaction from him again, but in vain because he didn't move, not responding to any of her touches.
The ride in the car was even worse than the silence the teenager gave her in the cafe. Y/n could only watch as Galpin reacted to her hand brushes and soothing words, or rather, how he didn't react. Her pale hand desperately held Tyler's, and it had been there for quite some time, but he hadn't held her hand or kissed her fingertips like he usually did.
When they finally arrived at his house, they found no one. Her boyfriend's father was almost never at home and she knew how he lamented it, but now she was grateful for his absence because she didn't know what would happen behind closed doors.
The brunette took her straight to his bedroom.
-My beloved? - whispered the girl, stubbornly trying to reach the teenager - I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings - she confessed, hugging his back - I understand if you're angry with me.
-I'm not -he finally said, sighing -I'm not mad at you, maybe more at myself- he said helplessly -When I first saw you, you took my breath away. I was crazy about you, obsessed with you, and when you agreed to be my girlfriend, I was the happiest guy on the planet. Maybe I just didn't love you enough.
-Oh Tyler - the girl said, burying her face between his shoulder blades -I just wanted to tease you. I didn't know I'd hurt you with it, I thought it would anger you.
-You wanted to anger me? - he asked as if offended and annoyed him at the same time - All this to get reaction out of me? - he muttered, turning around to look into her eyes.
Galpin suddenly grabbed her by the neck, not to hurt her, but to show that he wasn't in the mood for jokes.
Feeling his large hand on her neck, she sighed and clenched her legs.
She had dreamed of a darker version of Tyler, and now he stood before her in all his glory, ready to devour her.
-I want you to mark me, to show me who I really belong to - Y/n confessed, her eyes misting with desire -Please, Tyler.
-Oh, I'll show you exactly who you belong to - he whispered into her ear before attacking her neck with wet kisses and harsh bites.
The girl tilted her head back to give him more space as he assaulted her neck. Her hands found their place on the brunette's head, pulling his curls with her fingers, which made him growl from time to time, making the wetness between her legs only get stronger.
Tyler's own arms went to her waist, gliding his hot hands under the material of her clothes, filling her skin with a pleasant burning sensation. His fingers efficiently pulled every material in their path, so soon after Addams stood naked in the boy's arms, shamelessly enjoying his greed.
-Tyler -she whimpered as his lips left her body.
-On the bed, ass up - he said firmly.
Y/n shivered at the low tone of his voice ,complying to his command without question, wanting to appease him. Galpin watched as she obediently placed herself in the designated position, wiggling her hips suggestively, inviting him. And he gladly accepted her invitation.
Feeling his touch on her skin, she waited patiently.
-Ahh!- she squealed suddenly as his hand made contact with her asscheck.
-Who do you belong to?- Tyler asked.
-To you -she said, burying her face in the sheet beneath her.
Boy slapped her again, but this time she moaned loudly, delighted with the combination of pain and pleasure.
-Louder -he commanded, slapping her yet again, too intoxicated by the way her firm skin lay between his fingers.
-You. I belong to you - she said, looking at him with lust.
-Good girl - grunted the brunette, undressing himself after a while when Y/n watched, absorbing his muscular figure with her eyes - Get up princess - he added after a while, approaching and grabbing her neck.
The teenager connected their lips in a slow and sensual kiss. Their lips touched again and again, and their tongues only brushed occasionally, sending shivers down both lovers' backs.
-I want you to know how sorry I am - she confessed, breaking their caress.
-Don't worry. You'll have a chance to do that - he said, stroking her cheek, his thumb hooking over her bottom lip.
After a while, Tyler climbed onto the bed, arranging the girl as he wanted, which made her turn her back to her boyfriend, supporting herself on his thighs as her womanhood was exposed centrally in front of his face.
Y/n looked back, waiting for further instructions, but she only got a single smile before he dived deep into her folds, licking, kissing and sucking. She moaned in response, clenching her hands on the skin under her fingers, before she bent down to his member, repeating the same actions that the brunette was doing.
She tried to fit it all in, focusing on the task, but it was simply too big and she was too inexperienced. Catching her breath, she breathed deeply, moaning and whimpering alternately through the wet tongue of the boy who was devouring her like he was starving.
Covering her mouth with one of her hands, she tried to drown out the scream that wanted to escaped her mouth, only to actually scream when Galpin's hand met her clit.
-You do that again and I'll tie your hands and feet, and then I'll take you so that the only thing left for you is to be silent through your sore throat - he warned, gliding with his fingers around her entrance, seeing if she understood the message.
In response, Y/n moaned loudly and shamelessly, arching her back. Her climax was coming and going, making the feeling even more intense.
The brown-haired man outlined his assault, slurping her juices with great craving, making her orgasm approach unrestrainedly fast, too fast. The only warning was a silent cry before Tyler's chin and mouth were covered with a clear liquid.
-I'm sorry...I made a mess- she said in a hoarse voice, closing her eyes.
-Sweet mess- he said, carefully sliding her hips down so he could sit himself.
Y/n immediately took the opportunity, falling on his torso, burying her face in the crook of his neck, moaning directly into his ear as two fingers glided over her swollen clitoris before moving inside, stroking her tight and wet walls.
-Tyler - she whispered -Too much...
-One more- he said tenderly into her hair -Will you do it for me, hmm?- he asked, and she nodded sluggishly - My good girl, taking my fingers so well. Letting me stretch her out so I can enter her, right?
-Anything for you -she sputtered as her legs began to tremble with the intensity of another orgasm that came much faster than the previous one, pulling strings of pain that so deliciously completed the pool of sensations.
Galpin stared at her eyes, which were clouded with lust, closing again and again. His hand involuntarily went to her face, gliding over the hot cheek with his thumb. The teenage girl snuggled into his palm, sighing.
-You're tired. Do you want to stop?- brunette asked worriedly.
-You're not done marking me - she stated with a lazy smile, running her hand along her legs -You must mark me deep inside, my love.
A soft growl was the last warning before her back met the mattress again and her legs were placed on the boy's loins, who in one rough move entered her, filling her to the brim.
Tyler moved in her with strong and long strokes, watching as if hypnotized as her breasts bounced with each stroke and the way the outline of his member glided in her lower abdomen.
-I'm so close - Y/n moaned, lifting her head up heavily, begging for kisses.
The teenager granted her request by kissing her swollen lips, pausing every now and then to listen to how beautiful his name sounded when she repeated it like a prayer.
-You're squeezing me so tight - he growled into her mouth -You like how I treat you,hmm? You like it when I use you like you're just a rag doll. Mine to ruin and destroy, mine alone.
-Yours, oh god, only yours - she said, almost on the verge of tears.
The third orgasm that took over her body was overwhelming. Making her see the stars, almost losing consciousness. The boy was still moving, wanting to feel the feeling of wet walls tightening like ticks as long as possible before he did what his girlfriend begged him for. He marked her insides.
Y/n moaned gently, feeling the sudden warmth that poured from inside of her, directly between her asschecks. Holding Galpin's neck, she pulled him to her, snuggling into his larger body, which covered her form completely.
-I love you - she said after a while, stroking his hair.
-I love you too, very much - the sheriff's son replied, kissing her breasts and sucking her skin from time to time to create additional marks on her body.
-Tyler - she said, and he murmured confirming that he was listening -Next time, don't torture yourself, beloved. That's my job.
