#hyde x reader

[frost-queen]

Got me overnight (Reader!Addams x Tyler Galpin)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @crystalposts,  @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr,  @sweetheartlizzie07,  @floatlosers,  @vviolynn,  @evilcr0ne

Summary: Without a notice, you arrive at Nevermore after hearing your sister has some problems with a Hyde. Your presence intimidating Nevermore. When you catch Tyler's attention, you become his new obsession, replaced by Wednesday. [part 2 & part 3 & part 4]

Jericho sign. A welcome that felt like nothing but misery. Black vehicle driving past it with immense speed. Leaves spiralling from underneath the wheels. Windows tinted black. The chauffeur with a grim expression, darted his gaze briefly to the backseat. It only lasted for a second for the reply in a stern gaze he received made him dart his eyes away.

From behind tinted sunglasses you were staring at him.  Hands laying on your crossed leg. Turning your head after a while to the tinted scenery. The sun just above the horizon settling with each hour. Nothing but hills in your view.

With an interested expression, you stared out of the window. Narrowing your eyes upon the hills. Searching for something that you knew might lurk in the shadows. A Hyde.

The car followed the curve. Nevermore academy glooming in the distance. Castle rising from behind the hills. Yet the car took a different turn. Further away to a place hidden in the woods. Rotwood cottage. The sign read. The tires crackled over the gravely driveway. Your chauffeur hurrying out to open the door for you.

Holding his arm out as you grabbed onto it. Gracefully stepping out. Taking a deep breath at the fresh air. With two snaps of your fingers the chauffeur hurried to the trunk, taking out your luggage. Walking up the pavement to the door, you knocked on the door.

The door opened creakingly, greeted by emptiness. Till you automatically looked down. “Evening Thing.”  You spoke with a smile. Thing moved all his fingers up in shock. Shaking a bit till he turned. Finger tips running over the flooring back inside. You lingered at the front door, staring down at the entrance. Bringing your foot just close enough till where you could get before sensing the invisible stop.

For a vampire needed an invite into a home. The door opened more, welcomed by your cheerful father. “Y/n! Mi pequeño murciélago.” He tightly wrapped his arms around his little bat. Lifting you up from the air and doing a little turn with you. “Mi amore! Come see who is at the door.” He called out, setting you back down.

Unable to let go of your hand as he keep patting it with a smirk. From behind your father appeared your mother with a loud gasp. “Hello mother.” You spoke. Morticia let out a soft squeal, opening her arms to you. Leaving a tender kiss on your forehead. “We thought you were still in Transylvania. Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” she asked curiously.

“Come in, come in my fanged murciélago.” Gomez tugged on your hand, bringing you over the entrance. The previous blockage faded. On one of the cabinets stood Thing. You shook one of his fingers whilst passing. Your parents leading you to the fire place. Gomez sat you down, joining you. Your mother coming to the other side.

“My dark cloud what brings you to Jericho?” Morticia was curious about for you rarely visited home after you had gone to school in Romania. You took the tinted sunglasses off for the sun had settled well enough now.  “Problems of a Hyde reached my ears.” You responded. Morticia and Gomez shared briefly a glance.

“I couldn’t miss out on the fun could I now?” A smirk curling up in the corner of your lips. Gomez chuckled humorously. “That’s my little corpse.” Patting your hand lovingly. Morticia took your hands, turning you more towards her. “I am deeply thrilled you are here Y/n but do not underestimate a Hyde.” She made clear. You looked over your shoulder to your father. He winked back at you, thrilled to have you here.

The next morning, early in the morning. You went to Nevermore academy. Holding a little lace black umbrella for the upcoming sun. Accompanied by Thing, you strutted into the school. Many eyes going your way. Whispering your way. A young boy that was coming your way, froze instantly. Panicked and darted into the bushes to be out of your way.

It made you curl up a tiny smile. Another Addams? Reached your mind, making you charge directly to where it came from. A blonde girl with colours in her hair and a jock type boy. You immediately caught a whiff of pups. “Yes, I am.” You responded. The blonde girl stuttered a bit and gawked at you. “How… how…?” she asked, looking frantically around. “I can read minds.” You simply told her, looking down at her.

She laughed sheepishly, perhaps not wanting it to be a reality. “No way.” Was her response. Your eyes flashed white, staring intensely back at her. Yes way. You let your voice roam her mind. The girl yelped at the sudden intrusion within her thoughts. This… this isn’t really happening. A panic washing over. It is really happening. You answered in her mind. Quirking your eyebrow up at what you were digging up in her mind.

The girl sensing her secrets could not keep sealed to you. Think of something else… think of a colour… pink. She spoke panicky to herself, not wanting to think about something secretive. Pink. You replied tilting your head a bit. The girl let out a frightening gasp. Who… who are you? The question swirling her mind. Y/n, who are you? You questioned with a soft smirk. The girl squealed soft. You broke the connection, your eyes normal once more. Leaning a bit closer to her, you grinned. “Hello Enid.”  

Enid called it out soft, clamping onto the boy next to her. Chuckling humorously, it was always a thrill to taunt people with that trick. “I see you are back from the night, sister.” Straightening your posture, you turned around.  “Wednesday.” You announced with a chill in your voice. “What brings you crawling to Jericho. Kicked out of your school?” She spoke with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“Hyde-seeing.” You answered with a smile, revealing a bit of your fangs to her. “Wednesday… who is she?” Enid asked curiously, but perhaps deep down already knowing the answer. For with your black attire, you were easily fitting amongst them. “My disaster tourist of a sister.” Wednesday responded without a glance away from you.

“Those are the best kind of tourists, sister.” Your response quick and sharp. “Y/n!” Another voice caught your attention. Making you turn on your heel. Slightly lowering the parasol. Before you could fully open your arms, Pugsley had surprised you with a hug. “You’re here!” he exclaimed. Wednesday rolled her eyes at Pugsley’s affinity with you.

Pugsley took a step back, but remained at your side. Grinning with happiness for seeing his sister again. Wednesday stared with crossed arms at you. “Your run-ins with the Hyde are quite something.” You addressed your sister. “How do you know about Tyler?” Wednesday answered with a cold stare.

For she recollected never sending you letters. You took out your sunglasses for the sun was getting higher. You rather wished this conversation was at night for you were a nocturnal one. Simply smiling at her to figure it out for herself. “Uncle Fester.” She mumbled under her breath. Spinning on your heel, you took off.

Leaving a trail of buckling knees around you. All trembling after seeing your little incident with Enid. Pugsley happily following you. “Are you really going to search for the Hyde?” he asked. “One must know what she is dealing with before striking a bite.” You responded, ruffling your fingers through his hair.

Looking for a Hyde was starting to get a bit more complicated than you imagined. Sipping on blood through a straw, you walked around the woods. Walking under a half moon feeling the liveliest.  Wind toying with your hair. You stopped, focusing your hearing on twigs snapping. The sound enhanced as you could easily tell from how far it was.

Drinking loudly from your cup, you continued your step. Hearing more twigs snap underneath a booth a few moments later. Making you curl up a smile. You had a follower. A stalker. Unbothered you went on, anticipating the moment of surprise. Heavy breathing reached your ears. Definitely male. A steady heart beat that seemed to slightly intensify.

After a while the breaths became heavy pants. Sturdy stomps on earth as you slowly turned around. Barely looking surprised up at the Hyde before you. Panting loudly, saliva dripping down his teeth. “Tyler.” You spoke, staring into the Hyde’s eyes. It growled your way and slashed your cup out of your hands. The remaining blood inside seeping into the soil.

Leaning a bit closer, you saw yourself grow larger in the glossiness of his eyes. “You are most beautiful.” Outing with fascination. The Hyde genuinely seemed to be taken back by your sudden compliment.

You approached him, reaching for his arms. Clasping your hand around his muscles, taking in his glory. “Upmost beautiful.” Adding with a smile upon this deadly creature. Seeing beauty in the monstrosity.

The Hyde moved his hand up, making you break contact. Staring into your eyes, he suddenly broke contact. Turning around and taking off. Running and bumping against trees as it slowly regained his formal appearance.

Tyler gaped loud, grabbing a tree. Panting loudly as he felt the last of the Hyde’s rage leave his body. Weakly he dropped to his knees, grabbing for his heart. For whatever magic you were working, he felt intrigued. More than usual.

For he had been watching you for a while now. Wondering who the newly arriving Addams member was. An unusual girl more his age. The intention of ripping you open and deliver you on a platter to Wednesday fading away. For numerous times he had begun stalking you.

Getting to learn more about your habits and routes till he found the perfect opportunity to end your life. Grunting loud with a turn of his head, he felt little for that. Walking unsteadily he fled into the night. Night and day breaking his head open about you.

Tyler watched from between the trees. Maintaining a distance yet fighting the urge within himself to get closer. Glaring intensely at the crowd you were with. The nightshades along with Enid. He watched you stop, slightly turn your head in his direction.

Making him hide more behind a tree. Panting loudly as he suddenly heard your voice in his mind. Looking confusingly around. Lurking in the shadows? Tyler set his hand on the tree, peeking around it once again at you. Seeing how your eyes had a white shade over them.

Barely paying attention to your voice in his mind, he focused on the hand approaching your shoulder. Panting loudly with anger. Feeling like he would go off any second. “Y/n, you okay?” he heard the boy say.

The hand barely settled on your shoulder as Tyler had lost his senses. Quick and having the advantage of surprise, he had taken the boy. Swinging him over his shoulder, away from you. You lost contact with your mind-reading, eyes settling back to normal.

“Tyler!” Wednesday spoke as the others hid behind her. Tyler barely gave Wednesday a glance as he turned towards you. He forcefully grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you closer to him. Tilting his head a bit, he took a deep breath by your neck. Taking in your senses that drove him crazy.

Wednesday quirked her eyebrow at that. Enid yelping soft. “Next time I’ll break his skin.” Tyler spoke in your ear with a hungry jealousy. “I see you’ve met my sister.” Wednesday announced with a stare. Tyler gave her a brief glance that she did not recognize within him. Tyler breathed intensely against your neck and jawline. Restraining himself for he wanted your kiss like an ocean needs a breeze. Consumed and baptised by your presence.

“Am… am I going mental or is Tyler crazy about your sister?” Enid questioned. “Enough.” Ajax called out in a fury. He took some furious steps towards Tyler, pulling his hood off. Only you had anticipated Ajax’s sudden move quicker than anyone. Grabbing Tyler, shoving him aside. Tyler tumbled to the ground as your eyes made eye contact with the snakes.

Freezing in a matter of seconds. “Nooo!” Tyler shouted loud, staring at your stone body. Balding his fist, he inhaled sharply. Body transforming as his anger had taken over. “Sh*t.” Ajax panicked upon the transforming Hyde. “Run!” Enid called out, already taking a run for it.

Bianca right behind her as she valued her life too much. Ajax went panickily after them, screaming it out. Wednesday remained. The Hyde growled loud at her, blowing her pigtails back. Raising his claw at her. “My sister will hate you if you do.” She simply outed remaining cool. Tyler slashed his claw down before her, tearing the grass.

He growled loud at her again before turning around. Moving one arm around your statue and taking it with him. Wednesday swallowing a bit, aware of the shift in Tyler’s view. For where she had always taken much space in his mind, were now his walls painted with you. Feelings weren’t her thing, but she couldn’t deny the ick it was giving her.

The Hyde caught his breath, slowing down. Seeking shelter by the cemetery. Hiding in one of the mausoleums. Setting you down and slowly transforming back to himself. “Look at what they’ve done to you.” He said brushing his knuckles down your stoned cheek. “My Y/n.” his voice a soft whisper. Feeding himself with revenge.

He guarded the mausoleum for the upcoming hours. Pacing around anxiously till you broke free from the stone. Your muscles tensed making you feel weak and drop through your knees. You’d for sure hit the ground if Tyler had not caught you. “You okay Y/n?” he asked trailing a knuckle down your cheek.

“That was meant for me.” He continued with some anger. “I know.” You responded tugging a bit on his shirt. “Next time I see him, he’s dead.” Feeling his muscles tense with anger. You shushed him, cupping his cheeks. Tyler exhaled pantingly against your palm, taking it to leave a small kiss on your palm.

“Don’t waste yourself over him, Tyler.” You responded. Tyler moved your hand higher up, kissing your wrist. “You sensed the monster in me.” He breathed out, holding your gaze. “We’re two black hearted-souls ready to pillage the world together.” His lips inching yours. Taking in a deep breath, you closed the gap between the two of you. Lips on lips, kissing tenderly. For all he wanted was to be loved by someone who saw his entire self.

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[lefteagleblizzard]

ℌ𝔶𝔡𝔢'𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 Tyler Galpin x male reader

Summary: If a hyde does not have a master, their mental and physical health begins to deteriorate. For males, this occurs at a rapid pace. When Tyler claws his way back from captivity, the boy you once trusted is gone, what remains is a Hyde who needs an owner and he won’t stop until you take him and let his monstrous hunger tear you apart in the woods.

Tags: Day 18 ‘monster fucking’. No use of Y/N. Male reader. Dark Tyler. This was born the second I heard Capri’s words about male Hyde’s situation. Protective Tyler. Manipulation. Top Tyler. Bottom male reader. Monster x human. Hyde x human. Anal sex.

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ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 - 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉ℴ𝒷ℯ𝓇

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The woods were swollen with night, each tree stretching like a skeletal rib into a black sky where the moon leaked silver through the canopy in broken veins. Damp moss clung to your boots as you wandered without direction, mind gnawed hollow by thoughts that never left you, Tyler’s face and the twisted truth beneath it gnashing inside your skull.

He had smiled at you once in Weathervane, steam rising from his hand around a cup, eyes crinkling with warmth that seemed so unshakably human.

A boy, a normie, nothing dangerous.

You had believed him, despite the rumors and sense that anyone who looked at you too long in Nevermore’s halls always had something sharp behind their eyes and he’d told you, over and over, that your company mattered, that he liked having you there, even if you never bought more than a drink you barely touched.

Words tossed out like scraps, but for you they were gospel, something to clutch in the dark.

Until the truth cracked it all in half.

Your feet dragged over wet leaves, each sound too loud in the quiet, thoughts spiraling back and back, the shock of his monstrous form lodged like a blade in your chest. Trust was a carcass left to rot and still, you ached for him, mind sketching him out as though remembering a lover and not a monster.

Branches cracked like bones splitting under weight, the forest’s hush was broken by the whipcrack sound of something tearing through it at inhuman speed as your heart knifed up into your throat.

The sound of leaves devoured under claws, a snarl reverberated from the shadows, deep and guttural, making you nearly lose your legs beneath.

A nightmare in motion, tall and hunched with arms far too long, hands ending in claws slick with blood that wasn’t all his own. A pale body with veins bulging dark against skin and a grotesque face that was a mimicry of Tyler’s, eyes huge and mouth yawning with jagged teeth, saliva stretching between them.

Streaks of red slashed across its arms and chest, the aftermath of his escape from Willow Hill, wounds raw and oozing as if he had shredded his way free. It barreled toward you faster than thought, growling escalating into a roar and in a blink, monstrous fingers clamped around your throat.

The tree slammed your spine, bark digging into your skin, air torn out of your lungs with a strangled choke. His clawed grip squeezed, head dropping so close that those unholy eyes bore into you. They seethed and softened in the same instant, rage, hunger, grief and yearning all stacked in an inhuman depth you couldn’t name.

The grotesque form convulsed and shrank, bones snapping back with wet pops as the frame collapsed inward, sinew retracting, claws retracting into flesh that darkened from corpse-pale to human warmth.

Fingers shortened and thickened, became Tyler’s hands, warm but trembling, still curled on your throat but no longer crushing. The beast’s maw sealed shut, teeth retracting, snout flattening until his own lips, plush and familiar, were close enough to ghost against yours.

His body thinned into its tall, lean shape, Hyde’s gargantuan limbs melting back into long human muscle. What stood before you was Tyler, shirtless, eyes still wild and hair damp with sweat.

“I missed you,” he whispered, voice shredded but low with heat, desperate in its closeness. “Why didn’t you come? Why didn’t you visit me all that time they had me locked up?”

Your lips parted, fear bleeding into your face, something he hated to see but couldn’t look away from. Swallowing hard, words trembled out. “I couldn’t. You were a murderer. It was too much, Tyler… it still is.”

His jaw tightened, but when you stammered, “Are you here to capture me? So Thornhill can use me against Wednesday—” he cut you off sharp, fire in his tone.

“Thornhill’s dead, I killed her. I was done with her games and her treating me like some pet.” He leaned in closer, eyes flashing with dark pride. “I don’t give a damn where Wednesday is, or her furry friend—” he refused to say Enid’s name like it soured his tongue, “—I only wanted you.”

The words seared and you finally saw him, stripped bare and shirtless, trousers torn to ribbons from the transformation, clinging low on his hips.

His body was sculpted with taut lines of muscle, sweat-slick, marred with bullet grazes and punctures still angry and unhealed. When he shifted, hissing at the flare of pain, you saw the rawness of what he’d suffered, but still he pressed forward, lowering his face until his lips found your cheek.

The kiss was too gentle for the monster that had held you seconds ago, soft pressed against your skin like a memory reborn. You leaned into it despite yourself, heart thrashing as his mouth trailed hotter and needier, until he claimed your lips in a bruising, desperate kiss.

Hand buried in the back of your head, firm, while the other anchored at your waist, pulling you into his body, chest to chest, heat and hunger mixing in every movement.

“I need you,” he gasped against your lips, breath shuddering.

The words clawed through your memory, fragments of your research snapping together. Male Hydes needed an owner or they spiraled into destruction. And Tyler’s eyes showed it, frenzied and teetering on the edge. You couldn’t let him vanish, not when you had him again.

“I don’t want to lose you. I’ll do anything.” Voice breaking at the end, accepting your new role as his owner, the fear of anything awful happening to him overwhelming any fear you had until now.

His lips curved into a smile, soft but trembling with something darker. “I’ll protect you.” He whispered, almost reverent.

The kisses resumed, messier, suffused with love twisted into obsession. His hands roamed, sliding down your waist as he murmured, “Do you remember the Rave’N Dance? That night we ended up in your room? I think about it every day, keeping me sane in that place.” His hand pushed under your waistband, fingers curling around your cock with a possessive grip that made your breath hitch, body jerking forward into his palm.

With only the ability to nod, a broken sound left your mouth, cock already aching under his touch as he stroked, rough and unyielding but with a rhythm he remembered, that first night branded into his hands. “I—fuck, I think about it too,” you admitted, voice shaky, the confession torn out of your chest as his thumb dragged across your slit, smearing precum down your shaft.

Tyler’s mouth crashed against yours again, groan vibrating between you, body pressing closer, while he jerked you in his hand, each stroke faster and harder, pulling from memories the way you had trembled beneath him that first night, whispering that he loved you then just as much as now.

His tongue slid against your lips and then into your mouth, slow at first, curling and coaxing, then deeper, claiming you in wet strokes as if he had dreamed of nothing but tasting you. The kiss was suffocating and intoxicating, breath mixing with yours, moans spilling into him, muffled and swallowed as his hand never stopped working your cock. Each stroke forced more broken noises from your throat that he caught with his mouth, his tongue greedy, filling every sound with heat.

Then a guttural groan tore from his chest, vibrating against your lips. His hand slowed, grip faltering and you pulled back just enough to see the grimace on his face. His body tensed, wounds burning beneath the surface of his skin.

“Tyler,” you panted, eyes darting across the angry cuts and bullet grazes slashed across his torso. “Where did those come from?”

“Police. They shot me when I got out of Willow Hill.” He gritted his teeth, voice was low and in pain.

You reached up, cupping his cheek, breath still ragged. “You need to heal. Turn now.” The words left your lips with a force you didn’t realize you had and in that moment his eyes glazed with obedience.

A order that he obeyed immediately and his body bent to it as though it was written in his blood.

He stepped back, shoulders trembling, gaze locked on you like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to beg or devour.

The change came rapidly.

His spine bowed with a sickening crack as it stretched, arms elongated, muscles distorting and fingers bursting into claws pale and too long, nails glinting black. His face warped, jaw splitting wider, teeth unfurling into jagged rows, skin bleaching to a ghastly white, veins bulging thick and blue beneath the surface.

Eyes ballooning grotesquely, burning straight through you. What was left of his clothes shredded against his expanding frame, fabric hanging in bloody tatters as his body ripped itself into the Hyde you had seen before.

When it ended, he dropped onto all fours, claws sinking into the earth, hulking mass looming. That distorted head tilted low, close to you and a sound unlike anything human rumbled from his chest, a deep, guttural purr vibrating against your skin as his face pressed closer. Fear locked your muscles, breath caught between terror and the dizzying rush of emotion.

He was hideous, terrifying… and yours.

Tearing your gaze away just to glance around the trees, checking if anyone else could have seen.

That moment was all he needed.

One massive clawed hand pressed down on your back, firm enough to send you stumbling. The force pushes you to the ground, leaves crackling beneath your body. You froze, half in shock, half in a pulse of something darker thrumming low in your belly.

His claws tugged at your clothes, rough and precise at once, fabric shredding under each pull until your trousers ripped open. Fibers snapping that sent blood rushing straight to your cock. You should have said something to stop him, but didn’t shout anything, body betraying while throbbing, hard and needy as the Hyde loomed above.

A guttural snarl hissed above you, low and vibrating, laced with hunger.

His hips shifted and you felt his cock, barely clothed by torn scraps, rutting against your bare ass. The thick length dragged across you in heavy strokes, pre slicking through the shredded fabric, friction building with animalistic desperation.

Deep growls layered with needy whines rumbled in his chest, the voice of Tyler buried inside the beast but drowned in lust.

Your own cock throbbed painfully, aching against the ground and without even sanity to stop your actions, you turned your head enough to reach back. Your hand found his clothed bulge, the monster above emanated a low growl as he jumped your hand, heat burning through thin fabric while you fumbled clumsily until he was free. The monster’s cock sprang heavy and hot, smearing across your ass and before you could brace he thrust forward.

The first brutal push knocked air from your lungs, cock splitting you open without care, stretching you wide. Pain burned sharp, tears springing at the edges of your eyes, your nature as an outcast making it immediately blended with heat so intense it left you gasping.

His rhythm was savage, relentless, hips slamming forward again and again, claws scraping into the dirt beside your head, caging you in. Every thrust forced a cry from your throat, moans spilling raw and broken, swallowed by the forest’s dark silence.

“Tyler—” your voice fractured, his name shredded into sounds, but he only growled louder, hips pistoning harder. The Hyde fucked like a beast starved, cock plunging so deep you felt him in your guts, each stroke bruising and claiming. Leaves crumpled under your hands as you clawed for purchase, body trembling with each violent snap of his hips.

His monstrous purr deepened, vibrating against your spine as he bent closer, hot breath searing the back of your neck, claws dragging along your skin, not quite cutting but sharp enough to sting, reminders that the monster could shred you apart but instead chose to hold you down and fuck you, to love you in the only brutal way he could now.

Your clothed cock pressed into the dirt, dripping, grinding against the ground with every thrust until the friction drove you wild. Each pounding push made you clench tighter around him, made him snarl louder, the sound reverberating through the clearing.

Your sanity slipped, reduced to moans, cries and the wet slap of his body slamming into yours.

Thrust after thrust, claws curling at your sides, teeth gnashing above your shoulder as if he wanted to bite down but held back as if proving he belonged to you alone.

Your orgasm hit hard with no warning, cock spasming, cum spraying in hot ropes, soaking leaves beneath you, body clenched so tight around him that he roared, a monstrous, earsplitting sound and thrust deep, grinding into you as he spilled inside. His cock pulsed, thick heat flooding you, dripping out in heavy spurts as he pressed down, making sure you took every drop.

The Hyde’s growl softened into a rumble, purr returning as his hips slowed, still buried in, claiming you with the aftermath of his release and all you could do was lie there trembling, body wrecked, head dizzy with fear and twisted ecstasy, as the monster above you,your monster now, nuzzled against your back, breath hot and heavy, yours forever.

The Hyde shifted above you, monstrous frame still trembling from release, but the fury of his thrusts gave way to something far gentler. His claws, still slick from soil and torn fabric, eased their grip on the earth and slipped beneath you. Carefully, impossibly careful for a beast so grotesque and terrifying, he slid his hands under your body. Leaves clung to your hair, dirt streaked your skin, but to him you might as well have been the most fragile treasure. He lifted you, slow and deliberate, cradling you against his chest before pulling you fully into his arms.

You sagged weakly into his hold, body wrecked, eyes heavy-lidded and for a moment you only saw the way his massive, inhuman face stared down at you. Those glowing eyes that had once terrified you softened, the feral gleam dimming into something raw, devoted, almost tender.

He tilted his head, claws curling inward so they wouldn’t cut you, holding you steady against the breadth of his chest.

Then the night broke with a sound that made his entire body go rigid, distant sirens, faint but sharp, wailing through the stillness of the woods. He heard them before you did, head snapping in the direction of town, muscles tensing, the growl low in his throat more protective than enraged. Seconds later you heard it too, muffled but growing closer, a warning carried on the cold air.

“Tyler… we need to go and find somewhere safe for you to hide.” Your voice, weak and raspy, forced itself past the haze, reaching up and brushing trembling fingers against the rough line of his clawed and big hand, the only gesture of reassurance you could give.

His chest rumbled beneath your body, that strange purr-thrum caught between monster and man and then he shifted. His arms locked you securely in his grip and with a movement both swift and strangely graceful, he hoisted you higher until you rested against the expanse of his broad shoulder. The heat of his body enveloped you, hand cupping your thigh to keep you steady as he hunched slightly forward, every step purposeful.

The forest floor crunched beneath his claws as he moved, a massive frame weaving through the trees with startling fluidity for something so large. Each stride was long and urgent, but the way he cradled you never lost its gentleness, holding you as though one wrong movement might break you.

Bark scraped against his shoulders when branches grew too tight, leaves tore around his passage, but still he shielded you, tucking you against his body, head tilting protectively over you whenever the sirens wailed louder.

Every breath he exhaled was hot against your skin, every step a vow in motion. The beast, terrifying and monstrous, carried you as if you were the only thing worth saving in a world full of enemies, moving deeper into the forest, away from the encroaching sound of police and toward whatever hidden place could be carved out for him to survive, as long as it was with you.

[monimccoythings]

Unbreakable Bond Tyler Galpin x Fairy!Reader

Wednesday season 2 looks promising, I'm glad it was renewed although waiting three years for eight episodes and having the season cut in half seems a bit too much for me. I remember watching it for the first time and really enjoying Uncle Fester and Tyler as characters, honestly I was so annoyed that they were doing the classical love triangle between boy next door and bad boy that I didn't see it coming. If I write for this fandom and character, given that in canon they are still teenagers, there's not going to be any smut, just yearning, pining, and twisted obsession (I'd like to practice more with those topics)

My first time writing for this kind of fandom so here we go.

Summary: He's always there. In your nightmares. They boy you loved, the monster he was. It's a bond you never seem to be able to cut. It keeps you awake at night, it haunts you during the day. Escaping him was never an option.

tags: fairy!reader, as gender neutral as possible, no use of Y/N, a little bit of angst, implied dark!Tyler, trauma, brief violence, slight canon divergence (ie: Wednesday knows Tyler is the Hyde before they kiss), little spoiler(?) for season 2A, no happy ending.

Divider by @bloodibambiidoll

The nightmares never stop, neither does the heartache.

It must be the twentieth time you have tossed and turned in your bed that night.

You knew how you must look in the mornings. Your skin pale and dry, your shiny iridescent wings lacking their usual brightness, and there is no amount of makeup that can cover those eye bags.

You needed proper rest. Everyone has told you thousand of times. But somehow you're always too scared to go to sleep and too sleepy to keep awake, always dancing in some twisted tightrope between Dreamland and reality.

Because he's always waiting for you in your dreams.

Tyler Galpin.

Even his own name fills you with dread and heartbreak when there was a time it filled you with joy.

You had started dating Tyler last year, against all of your friends warnings. Somehow your mind was unable to associate the sweet and shy barista with the ruthless monster everyone seemed to remember him as. You always liked to see the best in people, and if he said he wasn't the same guy he was before, why would he lie?

If things gadn't gone to hell in the most spectacular of ways, you would still remember your time together fondly. Your days had been filled with laughter, cute romantic dates, bad jokes, and endless talks about books. Your relationship looked straight up from one of those romance novels you had always been so fond of. It was a walking dream. Tyler was attentive, charming, with a boy next door aura that made you swoon and he never judged you for your origins, in fact, he seemed marveled at you.

Despite being what you would call the literal incarnation of sunshine, Tyler also carried a deep sadness hidden behind those eyes that only came out when he thought you (or anybody else) weren't looking. But you always did notice, how could you not? He was as important to you as you had been to him.

Or so you had thought.

Wednesday Addams' arrival to Nevermore revolutionized the school like no event had ever done. She had this kind of magnetism hidden behind all her gloominess and antisocial behavior that you couldn't help but be lured towards her darkness like a moth to a light.

But just like you had been attracted, so did Tyler. You wouldn't lie and say you hadn't been bothered or jealous of their sudden closeness that surprisingly Wednesday seemed to reciprocate. You weren't that kind of person, you wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. Yet your heart broke everytime he chose her over you, everytime he looked at her with an intensity that was never directed towards you.

And when you finally caught them kissing in that tomb, you realized that no matter how much you had loved, the same amount of love would never be returned. No matter how desperate Tyler got, or how Wednesday's stony expression softened if just a tiny little fraction. You wouldn't stand there and be taken for a fool.

Now you were sure that had been Wednesday's own twisted way of protecting you. Of telling you to stay away from a killer, a monster; before you ended up as his next victim.

There was no salvation for Tyler Galpin as he rejoiced too much in what he did, with and without being mind controlled.

You will alway remember the morning you were told about it, you almost didn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. It took you nearly being killed at the hands of your beloved for you to finally see the light.

It was pitch black, the slight reflection of the moonlight in your wings was the only source of light as you and Enid dashed through the forest. Your wings felt numb from the overexertion but that glimmer of hope that Wednesday was wrong, that all of it was just a misunderstanding kept you pushing forwards.

How wrong you had been.

In a clearance, there he stood. Tyler, your (ex?)boyfriend, the Hyde. Waiting as if he was already expecting you. Maybe his eyes widened a little at your unexpected appearence, but maybe it was too dark and you were under too emotional stress to see clearly.

"You shouldn't be here." He had simply stated. Enid took the liberty of answering despite you being certain that sentence had been directed at you.

There are little things that you remember from that fateful night before passing out. Pleading with thim, trying to reason, and his bored look at your pathetic attempts. If his fists clenched when you mentioned having to fight him, you pretended to not notice.

Tyler transformed into the Hyde without a second thought, as if your words had barely reached him. You did your best trying to keep him distracted while Enid transformed, but there was little a non confrontational race could do against the homicidal rage of a Hyde.

Yet you didn't stop talking, trying to reach him. Trying to see if the boy you had loved had been just a lie. Grasping desperately to that tiny spark of hope-

You remembered a sudden flash of white hot pain running up and down your spine when the Hyde grabbed your wings with an iron grip and squeezed making you howl in agony. You also remembered telling him how delicate and important wings were to your species as he reverently touched them months ago. And then, you didn't remember anything else because he slammed your head hard against a tree and knocked you out.

The sunrise catches you sitting in your bed, looking through the window. In half an hour you will have to start getting ready for your day, despite wishing no more than crawl into a hole for the rest of your days. Your wings twitched in pain, a surly reminder that no matter what, your thoughts should never go back there.

But they always did.

Even after everything, after you swore up and down that you would never forgive him and didn't want to see him ever agian, he remained in your thoughts. There was an invisible pull that always lead you to him. It was impossible to escape.

One day, maybe you'll be brave enough to face your fears in the face and move on. One day you'll be able to fly free from your memories and your broken heart.

But as you are pulled to the side by Wednesday and Enid and watch the severity on their expressons. You don't need to be clairvoyant to know what they are going to say.

"He has escaped."

[mozzarella-stickz]

sweet leaf // steven hyde x f! reader

hyde loves when just the two of you get high

cw: slightly dubious consent (reader is very high), smut, oral f! receiving, slight dom/sub dynamics, friends with benefits dynamic but you both want to be more, hippie reader

"my hands just feel so...bubbly!"

hyde looked down at you like you were crazy. of course, it was not your first time getting high, far from it, actually, but the mix of staying up past three in the morning and having been smoking since a little before eleven pm was really catching up on you. currently, you were laid across the foreman's basement couch, your legs lazily draped across hyde's lap.

"jesus, you say the weirdest shit when you're high," hyde said, "and when you're sober. you're just a weirdo, aren't you?"

"nuh-uh!" you protested. "you say weird shit too, like how the government is out to get you and is going to put chips in our arms one day!"

"yeah, cause they are. you just say weird shit, like that."

you pouted. you and hyde had been doing your thing for a few months now. it was easier when his mom was never home, but now since he was living in the foreman's basement it was getting harder to sneak around. just yesterday eric had come downstairs to get laundry from the dryer and caught you sneaking out the back door in hyde's black sabbath t-shirt and pajama pants that were way too big for you. of course, eric wouldn't snitch (after all you had heard all about their escapades from donna), but one day you were certain red, kitty, or even laurie were gonna come down the stairs and then you would be in deep shit.

hyde was never one for showing affection. even after sex, he mostly just laid next to you and sometimes asked if you needed water. but he fucked you so good you didn't even care. yeah, maybe that meaned you needed just a tad bit more self-respect, but it was the goddamn 70s! women could have fun and sleep around! it wasn't a crime. still, you often caught him with a hand rubbing your arm when he thought you were asleep or too high to remember. right now, you could feel a big hand caressing your knee. you began to squirm under the feeling.

"yeah?"

"s-shut up."

hyde laughed, his voice low and dark. his hand continued further up your leg, reaching your inner thigh. you were wearing a long skirt, with nothing underneath. your feminist book club had said it was good to let her breathe down there when you could.

"nothing under there, huh?" hyde said, sliding his hand right in between your legs. "you really are a slut sometimes."

that too. easy access was another big plus.

"h-hyde," you whined.

"tell me what you need."

"need...fingers!"

"i think you can use more words than that, right?"

"please! i need your fingers!"

you lifted your hips, sliding the long skirt completely off. hyde's fingers slightly danced against your clit, before he began rubbing it gently in slow, small circles. how he got so good at this, you didn't wanna know. but it felt so good. you felt your core tighten, the weed making you feel everything even more intensely than usual.

"gonna cum already, slut?" hyde chuckled, beginning to rub your clit even faster.

"yes, ugh! please...fuck!"

you felt your core tighten and very, very quickly, you felt an orgasm wash over you. your legs spasmed and felt like jelly.

"t-thank you," you muttered. you started to reach for your skirt, but hyde pulled your hand away.

"nah, i think you can give me another."

this time, hyde scooted down, half laying on the couch and half kneeling on the floor, face right in between your thighs. donna had said eric had only done this a few times, and jackie said kelso flat-out refused, but hyde seemed to love it. it was one of the only things that could make him break that laissez-faire "whatever" chill asshole thing he had going.

hyde's mouth quickly capture your clit, sucking on it gently. since you were still sensitive from the first orgasm, you whined excessively as hyde's tongue poked your clit gently. your hands tangled into his curly hair, tugging as hyde was basically sucking the life out of you from between your legs. his tongue poked your entrance, before he slid his tongue into the wet, dripping hole. you bit your lip, trying desperately to not let out the loudest, naughtiest moans of your life.

hyde gave your clit one last suck, before you once again felt yourself cum.

"needy girl," hyde said. "you think you got one more for me, huh? you wanna feel me inside your pussy?"

"yes, hyde please!"

hyde undid his belt, pulling his jeans down with his boxers. he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly sliding in. your eyes rolled back as he slid out almost entirely, then slammed back in. his dick felt so good inside you, stretching you out.

"all i need to do is get you a little high and you're the neediest slut in the world," hyde said in between thrusts. "who are you a slut for, baby? come on, tell me."

"you, hyde! just you!"

it made you feel good to admit this, but hyde never lasted long inside you. your third orgasm hit quickly, and hyde pulled out just in time, releasing on your chest with a moan. he sat there on his knees for a second, before grabbing a box of tissues off the side table, wiping your stomach with them. while you laid back, trying to recover from your three orgasms, hyde picked your skirt off the ground. you tried to stand, but your shaky legs wouldn't let you. hyde rolled his eyes.

"here, i got you."

hyde picked you up, something you had never seen before from him. he carried you to his small room in the basement, covering you with a blanket before crawling in next to you. the last thing you felt and heard before drifting into sleep was a gentle kiss on your forehead and a

“sweet dreams.”

that next morning…

you found the back door quickly, pulling it open.

“now what the hell are you doing in my basement, flower child!”

you turned your head slowly in fear, red foreman glaring daggers at you.

“uhh…nice to see you, bye!”

you bolted out the back door, not wanting your ass to become a hat, as eric would say.

“now when are going to ask her to be your girlfriend?” red shouted at hyde after you had left. “stop being a dumbass!”

hyde said nothing. instead, he smiled to himself. soon. very soon.

[sourwinchester]

fat lip ; hyde intro

steven hyde x punk!reader

slight nsfw so no minors!!

he just thinks she’s so cool. with her dyed, bright red, messy hair. (it’s red right now, but it’ll probably be blue next week, she changes it so often that she jokes about going bald before he does). she cuts it herself and it’s choppy and messy, like her, but he thinks it’s so fucking pretty and probably soft, too. he doesn’t understand how she gets it so soft when she dyes it a new color every two weeks.

her eyeliner is something he admires often. it doesn’t matter if it’s a crazy design, or if she does it messy or bold, he likes to imagine watching it run down her cheeks while he fucks her real good. her leather skirt folded up over her hips and her pretty fishnets ripped, while he watches her eyes roll back.

he’s convinced she’s cooler than him, and for some reason, he doesn’t seem to care when it’s her. and when she mentions going to a protest to protest the government, he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. kindred spirits or some dumb shit like that. he likes to watch her graffiti. her spray paint always coats the skin on her hands for a few days after, it just never seems to come off when she washes them.

he likes her like that, though—messy, bold, loud—never anyone but herself. and he thinks, maybe, she was sent just for him.

[jejemmon]

Professor's beloved pet (Hyde x FEM Reader)

Synopsis: You just finished a mission, a close encounter with the Kyklos you hated. But it was a fail... and you don't know what to do. But Professor Hyde does.

Pairing: Hyde x FEM Reader

Credits: Umekoppe

Content Warning: Dubious Consent, Coercion, Blackmail, forced entry PLEASE HEED THE WARNING.

A/n: I wrote this for fun, I hope you liked it!

Delicate.

If there’s one word that Hyde could describe you, it’s that one. You’re the garden in those ghoul’s lives, the reason they feel human. And that won’t do.

Hyde needs them to be as primal as possible... so what happens when you’re desperate for a cure - a way to save your life?

That’s where he comes in, of course, ready for a cure, a small vial that he had in him for a while, safely tucked in the nest of paperworks in his office. Who would’ve thought that the cure for your Kyklos curse was closer than you thought?

You were in bed, mind reeling in from what happened, Rui had the chance to break your curse, yet his hesitation left you in danger once more, the emptiness continued to grow, making your doubts intensify, despite having memories with all these people - all these ghouls, were they helping you? or just letting you play pretend like everything’s normal?

You weren’t supposed to be here - you don’t belong here, you were forced, coerced-

As your mind started to swirl in anxiety, a knock put a halt to it, causing you to look at the door from the 2nd bedroom. It was an intermittent knock, then a voice came.

” Yoo hoo! Honor Roll!” a cheerful yet irritating voice came, it’s Professor Hyde. Groaning in annoyance, you sat up and went down to open the door for him. He waves hi to you. “Can I come in, sweetheart?” he laced his voice with gentleness. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was worried.

But this man is a fucking psychopath, so tread lightly.

You hesitantly opened the door further, letting him in. “Good evening, Professor Hyde,” you murmured, and then immediately went to your kitchen. Luckily, you had gone grocery shopping last weekend with Kaito and Lucas, so you had coffee or tea on hand for the sudden occasion.

“Do you want coffee or tea?” you asked, making your preferred drink first. “Guess I’ll go with coffee!” Hearing that, you started brewing him one.

The moment you went out, you carried a tray with two cups on it. “Here,” you gave him his coffee and placed yours on the opposite side. “Aw,” he chuckles, taking a sip. “Why so far? I thought we were close.”

”Sir, I apologize for my insistence, but what are you here for?” You placed the cup down, letting your drink turn a bit colder for you to drink. “I just got back from my mission and was about to sleep-” your frustration was evident with how thick you said each word, yet Hyde’s smile never faltered. “Now now,” he laughs, crossing his legs, putting a coaster on his lap, and stirring his coffee there. “I come bearing good news to you,” he added. What? another fucking mission where it’s a MASSIVE waste of time. You stopped yourself from sighing.

“What’s the news, Sir?” you asked, rubbing your thumbs together, you got 2 weeks left...

“What if I told you, there’s a cure for your curse now?”

Your heart would’ve dropped that moment... but

“Stop fucking with me, Hyde,” you gritted your teeth, a headache coming at his idiotic news. Even this caught Hyde off guard, but he remained calm. You slammed your hands on the table, rattling it, glaring at him. You were sick of them playing you like a fiddle. “A cure? Really? And then what it doesn’t work?” You tried, you really tried to be respectful, but if this continues, you’re going to die, and it’s hard to accept them.

“Calm down, Honor roll” he raises his hand to stop your babbling as if it’s a child throwing a tantrum. You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you sat down, crossing your arms, not looking at him.

Hyde stares, your tears would’ve gotten ghouls skittering towards you and comforting you, but to him...

It’s making him feel things he shouldn’t feel, especially for a girl like you.

You heard rustling and a glass being placed down on your table, you glanced up to it, seeing a mysterious liquid in a vial... what is that?

”Sir- what-”

”The cure,” he said casually, smiling at you once again, “The- cure?” you repeated, looking at him confusedly. “I made it, had a few tugs in my connections to grab what you need, sweetheart”

You reached out, grabbing the vial, but immediately, Hyde grabbed your hand as well, intertwining his fingers on yours as if pulling the vial away from your pressure. “Ah, ah, ah, you’re that desperate, aren’t you?”

Feeling the anger rush in your veins once again, you were about to snap at him, but then-

” Don’t put force in it, this is just one vial, slight pressure can break it, dear,” he cuts in, causing your hand to immediately loosen a bit.

The way he stares at you, the hold of his hand against yours. It felt weird. Making you shudder in fear and pull your hand away, letting him hold the vial. “Why are you giving me this?” you asked, “Is there a catch?”

His eyes narrowed within the confines of his blindfold, throwing his head back, he laughs quite loudly. “You’re good!” he places the vial back down, fake-wiping his tears. “Glad that you know this isn’t for free, sweetheart”

“I know how much the ghouls adore you.” he stood up, walking towards you, causing you to freeze. His steps were slow, as if he were teasing you, taunting you. “They dote on you, love you, some even desire you”

He placed his hands on your shoulders, leaning down, his breath near your ear. “I want to see how they would react if their favorite flower got trampled on.”

You clenched your fists, looking down, what if the cure doesn’t work, in exchange for something like this...

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he purred, ruffling your head, “Nor do I want to force myself on you, however -”

”You don’t have much of a choice either” he lets his hand rest on your head, as if pushing you to look down, to obey. “It’ll be a shame if this cure works and you’ll be able to get yourself free from this institution you hate so much.”

“... I- could report you,” you muttered, glaring at him, “I could report you for sexual harassment.”

“And then what?” he places his hand on his hip, “You die before anyone could arrest me?” he laughs, “It’s cute that you think that the institution would pick between taking out someone who’s going to be a danger to society... or someone who’s a valuable asset to them.”

You deflate, looking pale , and about to cry again. This sick and perverted bastard... He wants to sleep with you in exchange.

”Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like you.” his hand lifted your chin up, making you look at him. “I just want to see how the ghouls would react if they found out what happened to you.”

“You-” tears started to roll down your cheeks, and he let one splatter all over his thumb. “I’m just an object to all of you.”

“Awe, don’t sell yourself short,” he chuckles, leaning close and giving you a soft kiss, one that you would get from a man who’s devoted to you.

But this man isn’t it.

“So?” he purred, as you tremble like a leaf beneath him. You don’t trust your voice, so you nod, giving up.

Even if this gets all over Darkwick, if the cure works... You’ll be out of this; you won’t see them, ever.

It’s a price worth paying.

The bed dips, his kisses rough as he slides his tongue inside your mouth. You try to kiss him back with the same fervor, but the way he’s taking you like this makes you unable to keep up.

”Hy- mm,” you closed your eyes, letting him take over. He unbuttons your shirt, pulling away, finally letting you take a breather. He starts planting wet kisses on your neck, down to your collarbone, while he pulls your shirt off, leaving you in just your bra. “Beautiful,” he chuckles, grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to kiss him again.

His hand grabs your waist, pushing you down the few pillows that some ghouls bought you. He pulled away, taking his shirt off and throwing it somewhere, your eyes gliding up to down, making him laugh. “You’re staring a lot.”

You look away, deciding to just grab the pillow and cover your face. Hyde didn’t mind, however...

He grabbed the pillow, throwing it away, and he ran his hand through your hair, tugging it and forcing you to look at the camera he’s holding. “Say hi to your favorite ghoul sweetheart.”

He laughed when you started to cry, trying to push his camera away, but he’s stronger than you, making sure to take all details of your naked body.

He placed the camera on the side, deciding to shut you up with a bite on your neck, his half-naked body pressed on yours while he tugs your panties off, you squirmed, trying to kick him away, trying to get that weird feeling off.

“Stop-” you cried out, but that just made him cup your cunt, pressing his thumb on your clit, you arched your back, feeling him drag his tongue from your collarbone up to the curve of your neck, and sinking another bite into you.

He seemed out of it, sliding his finger first into your hole, then pressing on the little button of pleasure inside you. “Feels good?” he asked, that stupid smile etched on his face while he rubs your clit from side to side with his thumb.

He goes down to your cleavage, kissing it as he unclasps your bra, letting them free. He takes one look before diving in, taking your nipple into his mouth. You cried out when he started sucking, feeling the assault of pleasure course through your body.

The moment he pulled away, he stared at the way your cheeks were flushed, tears welling up in your eyes, and it made him grin. “Were you expecting not to feel pleasure?” he said, already fingerfucking you with 3 fingers. “No - i” you moaned when he bullied them into your G-spot. “I did say I want them to hear you,” he pulled his fingers out, licking the remnants of your essence off. “Hah! You even taste like flowers now.”

“Shut up , I hate you.” Hearing that just made Hyde smile. “Hmm, I know you do,” he murmured, pulling you closer to him. He pressed his hard on, on your cunt, making sure to grind deliciously on your clit, causing you to jolt. You tried to push his hips away, but he continued, “Stop- ah stop fucking around, Hyde and fuck me!” You growled, wanting to kick him on the head, but he had your legs trapped around his hips, and he sneered. “In due time, love, I wanna have fun first”  

He unzips his pants, tugging it down to get his weeping cock out. Your eyes widen, seeing how massive he is. “Fuck- that won’t fit,” you muttered, grabbing the sheets and trying to pull away, but he pulls you back by the hips, grabbing the vial in his pants and gently pressing it on your palm. “Sir- what are you?” you panicked, as he grinds his cock on your cunt, making sure to coat all of it with your essence. “I think just plainly having sex with you is boring, especially when this will be our first and last... If you survived, that is,” he taunts.

”What?” you squeaked out, trying to relax your hand, but the way he suddenly slammed inside you without warning made you grip a bit. “Fuck!”

He shoves his cock deeper, groaning at the sudden tightness when you’re trying your best not to break the vial, hand relaxing and clenching at each grind he does. As if he’s bullying his dick further. “Don’t break the vial, try to let it go, I won’t give it to you.” he grabs your cheek, the other hand bruising your hip. “Do I make myself clear?” he purred.

You nod, heart racing cause of how hard it would take not to squeeze the vial. Especially - oh-

Your brain short-circuited when he started to thrust roughly in and out of you,planting wet kisses on your neck, leaving more hickeys while he bullies your sweet spot, pressing his tip on the spongy part of your inside.

You grabbed him by the shoulder with one hand, trying to pull him close as you cried out. “Hyde- hngh fuck FUCK!” you squealed, hearing your cunt make lewd noises was humiliating, especially when you see to your side the red illumination of the camera recording.

In just an hour, you became an utter mess, face pressed on the pillow, almost making it hard to breathe while he ruts into you. You didn’t even hear whatever he was saying, just trying not to go completely insane and squeeze the vial in your hand.

“..-uess I'm not fucking you too roughly to make you break that vial.” you registered only that, and then suddenly, you felt him headlocking you,pressing his body on top of yours, and mercilessly hitting your sweet spot once more. Your eyes rolled back as he lifted your body a bit, making you go into a kneeling position. He wanted to see your pretty tits bounce, your cunt gushing and staining the sheets of your bed. “That’s it,” he purred, licking your earlobe and squeezing your neck with his bicep, causing you to gasp and squeeze him.

When his other hand went down to your puffy clit, you already knew you were in danger. You’ve come so far, and yet here he was, fucking you till your brain gets foggy. “Please- Sir- Have hngh mercy don't-”

Yet he didn’t listen, rubbing your clit side to side as fast as he could , making you squirm, thrash under his grip.  The familiar knot came back to you as you squirmed. “I’m gonna- !” you screamed as you clenched your fist, squirting all over your bedsheet as the vial’s shards dig into your clenched fist. He continued to deepen his thrust, although sloppily as he moans, pressing his hot body on your sweaty one, “Me too- fuck” he buries his face into your neck and slams one last time and releases inside you.

He lets you go, feeling you fall down into your bed, blood seeping through the sheet as you sob.  

” Aw,” he touches your bleeding hand, taking off the shards on your skin and using his handkerchief to clean it. “Oh well, what’s done is done,” he said. How can he sound so fucking casual?

You open your eyes, blinking away your tears while he stands up, grabbing something in the pocket of his jeans...

A plethora of the same vial.

”Good thing there’s plenty more, right?”

Just outside of your bedroom, A familiar ghostly figure peeked, seeing everything that happened...

“We need to tell them,”The man said to his little brother, flying away.

[mytheoristavenue]

S. Hyde - Landslide - V

Track #5 - 'Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting' - Elton John

"Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation; we had it with your discipline. Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting, get a little action in."

Previous track - 'She's a Rainbow' - The Rolling Stones

Next Track - 'Hard Luck Woman' - KISS

Sliding into the driver's seat of the Camaro that Della called 'Cherry', Hyde let out a mischievous snicker that made Donna suspicious beside him. "Don't laugh like that," She grimaced as Fez crawled into the back seat. "And stop rubbing the steering wheel that way, you're scaring me."

Oh, sweet, naive Donna," Hyde smirked. "You'll understand when you're older."

"We're the same age, dumbass." She scoffed. "You'd better be careful, I'm giving up riding with Eric to make sure you don't wreck Della's car."

"Have a little faith in me, doll," He chuckled as he pulled out of the driveway. "I treat a car like this like I treat a chick,"

"Break her down and leave her on the side of the road?" Fez giggled, his smile immediately fading when he noticed Hyde's glare in the rearview.

"That was one time, taken out of context," He scoffed. "And since I'm so psyched to drive this thing, I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

-----

The Camaro pulled into the forest clearing carefully, followed by Mr. Burkhart's Lincoln. The group climbed out and surveyed the party ahead, a large bonfire in the center of the woods with some guys working on getting it lit. Teens dotted the clearing in schools like fish, and there was a small stand where someone was taking money in exchange for cups of beer from a keg that caught the moonlight.

A few yards away, Hyde spotted Todd Allen in a group of other meatheaded jocks, or so he assumed. And just like he'd thought, where there was Todd, there was a ditzy, brace-faced blonde right beside him. Following his gaze, Donna lit up, calling out to her cousin. "No, don't-" Hyde started, sighing when he saw the aforementioned girl turn around, smile equally bright. Must be genetic.

"Hey, you made it!" Della chirped, making him roll his eyes.

"Yeah, no shit, I drove your car, remember?" He scoffed, dangling her keys in front of her, just out of her reach. Donna raised a brow at his sudden mood shift but didn't address it immediately. "Don't worry, I was babysat the whole ride."

Despite his attempts to sour her mood, Della smiled still. "I'm just glad you all made it. I had Donna go because the gears can stick sometimes, and she knows how to fix it." Hyde softened a bit, realizing that the arrangement wasn't born out of a lack of trust, at least not on her end.

"Didn't stick for me," He shrugged, kicking a rock as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"That's a relief," She chuckled as the rest of the gang wandered over before slinking off into different conversations. Hyde suddenly felt out of place, resigning to walk back to the car to get the bag he'd left in the glovebox.

Weaving through the makeshift parking lot, he passed a familiar-looking GTO, but brushed it off as he slid back into the car to roll a joint. A loud slam nearby shook his concentration, and the paper unrolled, green spilling into his lap. "God fucking damnit," He hissed quietly, trying to retrieve what he could from between his legs. After deeming that he'd saved enough, he leaned forward, deciding to use the dash as a rolling tray. It was then that he noticed the GTO in front of him... was rocking.

At first, he smirked, shaking his head at the telltale sign of teenage desire, but he paused when he recognized the license plate number. He'd seen it before, earlier in the week when Della got home from her date with Todd. "Son of a bitch," He whispered, eyes storming over, knowing that Dorky Della was laid out in the back seat of that car, letting Todd do God knows what.

Before he realized it, he'd twisted off the end of the joint and tossed it into the cupholder and exited the car, stomping toward the GTO. He suddenly paused. What the hell was he doing? He didn't have any right or reason to be upset- and yet he was. What was he even going to do when he got to the car? Pull her out of it? Throw a fit?

Finally, he decided to walk past it, hoping maybe a drink would soothe his jealousy- jealousy? No, he wasn't jealous, Steven Hyde didn't get jealous. He was just... protective. Della was inexperienced in dating; she didn't know how guys could be. As her friend, it was his job to look out for her. That was definitely it.

As he approached the keg, he paused, blood running cold when he heard that unmistakable, annoying laughter that only Della could produce. He followed the sound, eyes tracking the crowd until they settled on her, still standing beside Donna, never having strayed from the spot he left her in.

Glancing back at the car, it was still rocking, so obviously he could see it from yards away. A smirk rolled onto his face as he shoved the cash he'd fished out for his beer back into his pocket. Now he had probable cause to be nosy. He owed it to Della to find out who was in that car.

He strode over confidently, peeking into the fogged window to see a bare, muscular back blocking his view. He smuggly knocked on the window and the rocking suddenly halted. "Fuck off!" A shaky male voice called from inside.

"We're just gonna talk," Hyde replied, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. "I wanna know for future referance who you got in there that's easy enough to let you hit it less than a hundred feet away from your girlfriend."

Todd’s face darkened and he shifted to sit upright in a way that still protected the identity of the girl with him. "Christ, not this jackass," He cracked the door open begrudgingly, muttering lowly. “Look, how much you want to keep this quiet?”

“How much you got?” Hyde smirked, prompting the other man to fish into his discarded jeans.

“I got a ten, that’s it.” Todd scoff, handing it to him, which he pocketed.

“So, what’s her name?” He pressed, leaning on the edge of the car, peeking into the car. “No way, Pam Macy? How’s it going in here, sweetheart?”

Pam sneered and covered herself as she sat upright, making herself small in the backseat. Todd moved in front of her. “So we’re cool? You’re not gonna tell Della?”

“Oh no, I’m telling Della.” Hyde snorted, backing away from the car as Todd scrambled into his clothes.

“H-Hey, no, I paid you off!” He stuttered as he tumbled out of the car.

“You made a generous donation actually,” He laughed as he started to walk away. “I never agreed to be paid off.

“Y-You can’t tell her!” Todd stammered, barefoot in the mud, belt unbuckled, shirt unbuttoned. “She’ll be devastated, you really wanna be the one to do that to her?”

For whatever reason, the insinuation that it was Hyde’s fault boiled his blood and he stopped in his tracks. “What?”

Todd’s eyes widened and he swallowed nervously. “C’mon, you’ve gone through girls like this,” He reasoned. “You know Della’s type.”

“And what type is that?” Hyde suddenly snapped, turning to face him. “Sayin’ she’s too ugly for you? Too much of a misfit?”

“Woah,” Todd held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I didn’t say none of that,”

“Then what the hell are you saying, Todd?” Hyde jeered, taking a step closer and poking an accusatory finger at his chest. “Actually, better yet, tell me, what do you see in her? If you can fuck Pam Macy in the back of your car, what the hell are you doing with some nerdy metal mouth sophomore?”

Todd grimaced with confusion. He'd always suspected Hyde harbored some kind of feeling for Della- whether it was romantic or not, he wasn't sure- but it this almost sounded mean spirited in nature. "I-I just mean, look at her," He stammered. "You know she's not exactly getting nominated for prom queen."

Hyde tilted his head in a look that crossed malice and curiosity. "Oh yeah, and what's a pretty boy like you doing with an ugly duckling like her?"

"You know her type, I know you do," The jock argued nervously. "The ugly one's are usually easy..."

"Easy...?" Hyde replied, fists balling at his sides. "You were only dating Della because you thought she'd be easy?"

Warmth crept up Todd's neck as he rubbed the back of it. "Look, don't pretend you haven't done it." Without another word, Hyde's fist closed around his half unbottoned shirt. "W-Woah, man, let me go. What are you doing?"

"Telling Della." He answered flatly as he began to drag him back toward the bonfire, leaving Pam to scurry out of the car and to safety.

"No, man, you'll break her heart!" Todd argued weakly, trying to wrestle out of his grasp.

"Oh, I'm not telling her." Hyde scoffed. "You are."

He found Della in the same place she'd always been, standing in the warmth of the fire, beer in hand, taking small sips. Her back was turned to him, listening intently to whatever gossip Donna and Jackie were trading. Donna spotted the pair first, facing the driection they were coming from. "Oh my God, Hyde! What the hell are you doing?" She shouted, promting Della to glance back, equally confused.

"Del," Hyde huffed, already tired from dragging her boyfriend over while he struggled. "Todd's got something to tell you."

Della turned to face them fully, her expression carrying suspicion, confusion, and the protntial for upset. She studied them for a moment, Hyde especially. She had never seen him look so intense. Annoyed, sure. Angry, on occasion. But there seemed to be a mixture of hatred and vindication radiating from behind his shades. "No, I don't, baby. Don't listen to him." Todd panted, still weakly trying to slip away. Her eyes darted to him next, barely standing, weakly pushing against his capture's chest. He looked desperate, disheveled and...guilty.

"Tell her," Hyde spat, wrestling him into a headlock. "Tell her the truth or I'm gonna kick your ass all up and down this clearing."

"Tell me what?" Della asked, voice softly skeptical, almost fearful. "Baby, what's he talking about?"

"Nothing- ah, fuck! Be cool, be cool!" He hissed as Hyde took a fist full of his hair.

"Fucking tell her or I will!" He snapped. "And I'll still beat your ass!"

"Hyde, what's going on? Let him go!" Della interviened, unnerved and shifting uncomfortably. "Please, someone just tell me what's going on."

"He's fucking two-timing you, Del." Hyde mutters, flexing his bicep against her boyfriend's throat. "I saw it myelf, he had Pam Macy in the back of his car. He tried to bribe me not to tell you-"

"That can't be true," Della muttered dismissively, souring his expression further. "Baby, you wouldn't do that to me, right?" Todd stared down at the ground, unable to meet her gaze. "Right?"

"It's true," He sighed, seeming almost releived. The pressure on his neck was lessened slightly.

"W-What?" She stammered, tears immediately brimming his eyes. "W-Why would you do that?"

Hyde suddenly felt sick. When he came up with this plan, he thought he'd feel victorious, but in hindsight, maybe forcing them to have this conversation with an audiance of a hundred plastered teenagers was a bad move. "Tell her what you told me, jackass." He muttered coldly, tightening his grip again.

"Okay, okay!" Todd croaked. "It's because you wore tights to our date the other night!"

"Yeah, Della, the tights-" Hyde shook his head incredulously. "Wait- tights?"

"Yeah! Nerdy girls are supposed to be easy! What kinda prude chick wears tights to the drive in!" Todd finally snaps, shuffling out of Hyde's grasp, taking advantage of his confusion. "It's like you were trying to block me on purpose!"

"Y-You said you liked my tights," Della stammered, remembering the mustard color tights she'd worn under the green corduroy number she picked out for the date. "I-It was cold... I didn't-"

"Yeah 'cuz I wanted to get them off you!" Without warning, Hyde's hand fell on his shoulder, turning him toward him before his fist connected with his face. Todd fell back, cradling his nose as blood trickled from the left nostil. "Dude, what the fuck! You said you wouldn't hit me if I told her!"

"No," Hyde panted, stepping over him. "I said I was gonna kick your ass if you didn't. I never agreed not to either way." He crouched down in front of him, gripping the front of his shirt again. "Now apologize."

"S-Sorry,"

"Mean it." Hyde snapped, raising his fist back again. "Dude, I swear to God-"

"I-I'm sorry, Della!" Todd flinched, squeezing his eyes tight as he raised his arms in self defense. "I'm sorry, you deserve better! N-Now let me go, please..." Seeing the tears roll down her cheeks, Hyde finally relented, packing up his anger issues in favor of making sure she was alright. Not before giving Todd one more wallop, though. When he went flat on the ground, near tears, the aggressor stood and stepped over him, kicking his ribs on the way.

"Hey," Hyde said softly, closing in on her and pulling her against him without a second thought. "C'mere. You okay?" She didn't answer, simply burying her face into his neck, tears making her hair stick to his skin. "Shh, shh, I know, I know..." He cooed, uncharacteristically softly as Donna and Jackie crowded around them

"C-Can you take me home?" Della finall whispered softly near his ear and he nodded against her temple. After excusing them, he pulled her toward the car, gently guiding her through the crowd.

On the way, he picked up a gnarly looking stone and placed it in her hands, clasing them around it to emphasize the importance of her keeping it. "What's this for?" She sniffled.

"You'll see." He smirked, escorting her to the car with his palm in the small of her back.

When the pair passed Todd's GTO, Hyde stopped her and closed his hand around hers. "Wanna know the best part of breaking up? Revenge." He pressed the rock within her hand to the door of the sleek, black car and drug it down the entire length multiple times.

"W-Won't we get in trouble?" She muttered quietly, though she didn't attempt to stop him.

"Think of it as insurance," He replied, guiding her hand to carve the word 'cheater' into the front passenger seat door. "Now, any girl he pulls with this car's gonna know what he did."

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, stalking, guilt-tripping, overprotective behavior, manipulation, delusional behavior, sadism, isolation, abduction, death

Yandere Hc's

Sleepy Ash/Kuro

🐈‍⬛​Kuro very much catches on to his growing feelings for you before they even manage to escalate into an obsession. Already at that stage he feels a twinge of fear though. Though the powers that once forced him to transform into a bloodthirsty beast at night have long been exorcised, the blood from the past still clings to him. The Servamp who represents Sloth still feels the guilt for the lives he took and disgust for even his own existence as he thinks of himself as nothing but a monster. You're a human, your life still joyful and pure so there is no place for someone like him there. That is something that Kuro chants within himself for a very long time but with the affection and attachment comes the desire to protect you. His life has already been ruined and he will never get it back but nothing bad should happen to you. So without even consciously noticing it at first, Kuro starts stalking you. At night in his human form and at day in his catform as the sunlight does not allow for him to remain as a human. It is a commitment so unlike him as he is usually always the one too lazy to move much to begin with yet here he is, trailing behind you and observing you with his sluggish gaze.

🐈‍⬛​It all is initiated without his intention as you one day notice the tiny black cat trailing right behind you and kneel down to pet him. Kuro never had any intentions to interact with you as he feared to only worsen his feelings yet you have done so by himself and a mixture of yearning for your attention and his all-present laziness he decides to not reject it. So he starts using his catform to his advantage, getting all the bellyrubs and pets that he desires. He himself is quite surprised by how much he longs for your affection, constantly rubbing his head against yours and taking a nap on your lap. Still, he tries to not let any of it get to his head. After all you only love this little, black cat and not the person he truly is. Kuro fears the reveal of his true self to you, fears that you would abandon him rightfully so for the monster that he is. So he veils the truth and tries to compromise between his guilty consciousness and his steadily growing obsession, swears to always be the adorable cat to you and never let you know what he really is. It's for the best, he tells himself as he has to manoeuvre between his own desires and what would be best for you.

🐈‍⬛​Surely he would not be jealous now, would he? Kuro walks into this all with the naive mindset that he would not feel jealous of people around you, especially since he has resigned himself to the fact that he should never be romantically involved with you. So addicted to your affection has he gotten at this point already though that he starts sulking the moment that you turn your attention and affection to someone else. It's nothing short of ridiculous as you don't even know that he is actually not a cat but a person yet unfortunately for him feelings are not something he can properly rationalise. If someone has gotten very close to you he is able to sniff it out immediately, his eyes narrowing as he lets out a sulky meow when you spot him on your way home again. In his cat form he tends to rub himself all over you whenever he knows that you've been too close to someone, some stupid instinct telling him to scent you. In his real form he doesn't try to let his jealousy get the better of him, clinging to the thinning rope of logic yet it happens that he gets subdued in which case he tends to scare the person whose scent has been all over you for a while now.

🐈‍⬛​Sleepy Ash has been someone who has been running away for centuries now, avoiding conflict under all means necessary as he doesn't want to fight. Partially because he can't find himself bothering enough to take action and partially because he doesn't want to murder anyone as it brings back bad memories of his past where he didn't have control over himself. With his obsession comes a new form of determination he is nor familiar with though, one that urges him to protect you. With that urge comes a new form of aggression that gets triggered whenever there is something or someone that threatens to harm your life. There shall be no humans harmed from him as they are much more powerless compared to him but Kuro is more willing to reveal his claws if it means scaring potential harm away from you. All actions are taken at night where he is able to use his human form and is for that stronger and more capable. That doesn't mean that he won't get aggressive if someone is bothering during the daylight, his fur bristling as he starts hissing and digging his claws into their legs, tearing through the material of their jeans.

🐈‍⬛​Misguided you allow Kuro to stay at your house when he wishes to, believing him to be nothing but a small cat after all. He has a free entry to your house whenever he desires to do so and spends many nights there, basking in an unfamiliar comfort he almost forgot he could have despite everything that has happened to you. It's the only place he can go to after all, meaning that Kuro intends to let you live in your current home. An abduction for that would look different as he would lock you away within your own house and if the timing of such an accident is especially terrible which forces him to act so drastically to begin with, it is very likely that this is how you find out abour who he truly is. Kuro tries to ignore the look of betrayal, confusion and shock on your face as you gaze at him before he pushes you inside and barricades the door so that you can't get out. He is adamant in his decision to keep you in your own house instead of bringing you somewhere else. It is easier and more convenient as he has no alternative place he could bring you to. You are no bird in a cage though as he allows you to walk around freely otherwise. After all you can take better care of yourself than he can.

🐈‍⬛​That clinginess remains even after he has revealed his true body to you, only that now instead of a tiny cat there is a lanky man wrapped around you. Whatever time he has, he spends in your place. The moment you return from work you already find him sitting on the ground as if he has been waiting for you to return all this time. You are in fact on point with your assumption as Kuro indeed spends an entire sday trying to make time fly by faster until you return. He's not as immature as to stop you from leaving at all but that doesn't mean that he isn't sulking the entire time you are gone. On most day he manages, on some it proves to be too much for him though which then ends with him leaving the house in his catform to search for you. He's not doing well when the two of you have arguments as he already is a very conflict-avoiding person. He either tries to appease you with his cuteness by turning into a cat or he actually disappears, unable to handle that scorching disappointment with which you gaze at him. Your chest is a huge comfort for him and not in a pervy way. He just loves laying his head on it or curling on it in his black cat form, his favorite pillow to nap on.

Licht Jekylland Todoroki

🎹​He is an angel. Something that Licht genuinely believes himself to be, a being meant to be pure and for that meant to punish those who are impure, mainly vampires. As he is already disconnected from reality as it is, it should be no surprise that he perceives his own obsession with you from a wildly different angle than anyone around him. In his eyes you are someone pure and innocent, someone who deserves his affection, attention and protection. What does that mean? It basically means that in Licht's eyes you two are very much going to happen and all he has to do is work towards that goal now. You remain untouchable for a while now but for a very embarrassing reason. This poor guy is actually incapable of acting like a human being. It's like having his parents watch his first concert all over again as he almost blanks out from the stress he is feeling, his movements stiff and his words sounding like the broken records of a dying robot all whilst you give him a half-baffled and half-concerned look whilst he is stumbling and tripping over his words. The only saving grace is that his hair doesn't turn completely white again but the shame lives on forever as Lawless is rolling on the ground laughing.

🎹​Licht has no problem texting you or even writing letters to you. It's once you are standing in front of him that he becomes an absolute mess and embarrasses himself over and over again. He beats himself up for his unacceptable behavior and is quick to beat Lawless up when his Servamp is mocking him and making fun of him for the way he acts whenever you are around. That terribly nervous behavior tends to fool you though as Licht is capable of having two faces when it involves you. That anxious behavior that has almost caused him to pass out when confronted by you all but vanishes whenever it comes to possible love rivals and enemies. His disconnection from reality has thoroughly convinced him that the only one worthy of being by your side is going to be him and for that it is his job to protect you from all vampires and to keep all those who would never be fully worthy of you away from you. Even in the face of his crippling nervousness, Licht never stops with his aspirations though which means that whilst he may not be able to properly woo you as of now, he will still see it through that there is no one in your life who could threaten to take his rightful place.

🎹​Gosh, Licht gets incredibly offended whenever there is someone who dares to try to claim his place as your partner. To him it seems so natural to not only think but actually believe that the two of you are something that is just waiting to happen so he is always so full of indignation whenever someone doesn't see what he can see. Are people just dumb or actually blind? It's actually quite over the top, the way he holds a full speech with that offended look on his face as he lectures someone for daring to push him away from you and for even thinking that they could be worthy of you. Once that childish and comedical outburst is done, Licht expects the situation to be resolved already. After all now the other person must have realised their mistake. So imagine his horror when he is dismissed as a crazy guy, his words not having the affect he was hoping they would have. That is when that infamous temper of Licht gets the better of him as now this all turns into some very bad insult against him. He may not be as violent as he would be whenever he faces a vampire but there is going to be some pain inflicted as he now goes after whoever thinks they can play the home-wrecker and tear the two of you apart.

🎹​Let's not forget that Kuro gave Licht the nickname of "Violent Angel" which tells someone really all that they need to know. In Licht's mind he is only really doing what is right as it is his duty as an angel to defend earth against all evil. So far that has only ever included the demons known as vampires but it is very likely that Licht will start sensing other evil forces in humans around you due to his obsession with you. Obviously he shows a greater level of mercy against actual humans than against vampires if they were to attack you but he is going to be significantly harsher when there is someone that he views as a threat. Threats include those who attempt to snitch you away from him whilst all but ignoring the fact that only he is meant for you and obviously those who torment you in one way or another. As it is an angel's duty to protect the innocent, Licht is very protective of you and for that willing to indulge in violent tendencies all in the name of your safety. Normally whenever he believes that there is someone he needs to defend you against he tries to rely as little as possible on Lawless as he wants to earn all the credit and not have you thank his servamp.

🎹​You may not know it yet but Licht has already imagined your shared future with him. Yes, the two of you are going to live together, get engaged and marry eventually. Delusions can do quite a lot to prolong your freedom or speed everything up depending on the person obsessed with you. In Licht's case you are secure as he holds on to his delusions as the ultimate truth that will come true in only a few years. You can live by yourself for the time being as all of that will be different soon enough. It is after all not your fault when someone approaches you and attempts to steal you away from him, your mere presence is radiant enough after all to steal everyone's heart. There is one major downfall to it all though and that is his belief that you will be completely fine whenever he abruptly has to lock you away when there is the real evil in the form of a vampire. You must know what he is knowing after all and with that huge misconception in mind you have been abducted and locked away in his house already at least once whilst he hunted down the demon with Lawless. One can only imagine his major confusion to why you are so disturbed afterwards when he returns and lets you leave again.

🎹​Licht is either the most pathetic man you have ever seen in your life or the most ferocious and initially there is no somewhat healthy balance. When there is no reason for him to worry he is so nervous in front of you that he almost blacks out and when there is a reason for him to feel threatened he quickly resorts to threats and violence which pushes you away. It takes him a while to work through his own nerves before he manages to have a somewhat normal conversation with you, though he is talking about him being an angel and you two being meant to be with only adds to your silent disturbance you're feeling. He plays the piano for you and that a lot and if you don't know how to play one yourself he will insist on teaching you. Since music is a passion of his that is reflected in the way he teaches you though, insisting for the two of you to continue even if you are in no mood anymore. Lawless lives to rile Licht up by spending time with you, one sure way to always have his Eve running up and attack him due to his impulsive temper. He has a huge soft spot for you despite his violent tendencies to the point where one kiss often throw him right back to his nervous and rigid state.

Lawless/Hyde

🦔​Lawless is someone you would do best to avoid under normal circumstances as he is very dangerous. Yet how were you supposed to know that the little hedgehog you found one day on the street would be more than just a cute animal. Even after the influence of Licht there is going to be a lot of drama by managing to make him fall so much in love with you simply because you overwhelm him. He hasn't loved anyone since Ophella has sacrificed her life for a kingdom that was eventually doomed anyways, causing him to see no meaning in the life of others as well as his own life. A part of Hyde has genuinely believed that he would never be able to love anyone again until you so suddenly appear and that leaves him wrangling with a lot of conflicted emotions. A part of him refuses to go through that heartbreak again and simply wants to humiliate and embarrass you as some means to vent out his own frustration yet another part of him longs for love and for someone to love him. No matter how much he tries to smother that desire of his, it stays awake within him yet in his denial to accept that he decides to only inflict more suffering upon you.

🦔​There is serious damage that Hyde inflicts upon your life all in a build-up where he plans to reveal himself to you. Until then though he simply continues to be that cute little hedgehog that freely appears in front of you to witness the sorrow and the agony you go through, weaknesses you may not dare to show in front of others. What Lawless essentially does is isolate you from your friends and even your own family, all in the name of simply having you suffer for putting him through such excruciating emotions. This is a personal fight that he intends to crush you at, no matter how petty and unfair it may be in the eyes of anybody else. Honestly, Lawless is more of a big and anonymous bully than anything else as he even leaves letters in your mailbox to rub even more salt into your bleeding heart with the words written in ink on the paper. The moment you throw them away and decide to not read them anymore, he’s in the throes of petty anger as he bombards you with even more letters. Deep down all he wants from you is attention but he refuses to gain that attention by revealing his heart and his feelings. He is not going to be weak anymore and he won’t get hurt a second time.

🦔That possessive jealousy is through the roof with Hyde though to the point where he had zero control of it. He may tell himself that he drifts so many grudges between you and everyone you love simply because he’s a sadistic bastard and wants to see you suffer but there is another very big motive that has been driving him to do all of this. He just really, really can’t stand to see you giving your affection to someone else. He almost had it all with Ophella only for it to be ruined because she thought that she had to sacrifice herself for the greater good and he fears that you’ll do a similar thing as humans just seem to be that foolish. If there is no one and nothing in your life worth sacrificing for though, then you won’t repeat the mistake that Ophella made. Perhaps that is a terrible motivation for the isolation he pushes you into but Hyde has been deeply traumatised by the death of Ophella and now that he experiences similar emotions once more he refuses to be passive about it. If there are people that he can’t drive away with rumors and the creation of false clues, he will just be straightforward and threaten them or severely injure them for them to listen.

🦔As someone who has started to devalue lives and has taken the lives of his previous Eves, Lawless is familiar with the act of murder. Under the service of Ophella he has never or very rarely murdered people but you will not receive the same luxury that she received. Too much time has happened since then and there has been too much that has broken within his heart since then. The truth is that he is not the same person anymore that he used to be and experiencing intense emotions of infatuation and obsession only seems to twist Hyde even more. With that all getting absorbed within the very fabric of his existence he has no problem getting his hands bloody as he fully acts on his self-centered nature. Those who are pillars of comfort to you and refuse to leave your side will be tormented and murdered in an act of jealousy by him. Those who harm you and threaten to take your life away will go through even worse torture as Lawless will guarantee them a slow and painful death for daring to even attempting to hurt you. There is a decent amount of people who die due to his jealousy or his deeply-rooted paranoia of having you die on him too.

🦔In his hedgehog form, Hyde has gotten familiar with your home and he must say that he has grown rather fond of it. In this space he has witnessed you despairing, crying and building yourself up once more as memories forge a nostalgic connection he builds with this place. Very similar to Sleepy Ash, Lawless has no permanent home where he could keep you and he doubts that Licht would be nice enough to offer him a place where he could keep you. So your house will do for now. His own form of abduction begins the moment he transforms in front of you from his hedgehog form into his real form in a way that is so typical for him as someone who adores a good reveal. Similar to Sleepy Ash he is unable to isolate you permanently as he too has a contract that keeps him busy, meaning that you are still free to roam outside. He is a lot less laid-back with it than the Servamp of Sloth is though. The moment he is back he is busily interrogating with whom you were talking, where you were and even asks you to give him your phone to see if you have texted or called anyone during his absence. Otherwise he pretty much just uses your space as if he owns the place and not you.

🦔His earliest treatment of you leaves lasting scars that become very obvious to Hyde the more he gradually starts accepting his feelings for you. Once the denial stops he is even able to analyse his love for you as something very dangerous but at that point both of you are already in too deep and he has done too much so he simply decides to carry on as he has done before. There are certain values that he tries to relearn after opening his heart for love again but it takes him time. He really tries to be nice to you but it tends to backfire quickly due to his tendency to make fun of you, often poking a sensitive spot that only hurts you in the process. When he gets upset, he tends to bite you and drink your blood. There’s also still the very obvious problem of his uncontrollable jealousy and possessiveness. A lot of problems that all came in the form of an adorable hedgehog to you. Hyde is willing to work on himself though even if he doubts that he can ever return to the person he once used to be. He tries his hardest though, cheering you up whenever you are down or constructing a small theatre play at home for you to forget about whatever stress you’re going through.

Tsubaki

🦊If you thought that Hyde was bad, just wait for Tsubaki. The eight Servamp, the forgotten Servamp. Tsubaki very much doesn’t believe his obsession with you to be anything that is going to last. After all it is a common pattern that has established itself throughout the years. That there’s something that is going to catch his interest for a while, that he’ll indulge in it and have his laugh out of it before he grows bored of it. That’s how it has always been. Until now at least. The vampire waits and waits for the moment where he will inevitably grow bored of you and discard you like a used toy whilst moving on yet that familiar suffocation of this spark never happens. It just doesn’t end… and suddenly the spark turns into a full blown forest fire. This is new. This is terrifying. This is simply just ecstasy. Tsubaki just can’t help the uncontrollable cackles that escape him as he lets that obsession consume him, the wind carrying the dooming sound over to you until you feel the hairs on your neck standing up, sensing the predator that stalks now faster than ever before closing in to wrap his teeth around your neck. You’ve lost the hunt before it has even started though.

🦊You are immediately someone Tsubaki wants to possess and for that he has to isolate you completely from everyone so that every part of you can belong to him. As he has no qualms about killing innocent people there is a very precarious risk that he will murder even relatives and friends without batting an eyelid and all of it ultimately just boils down to how much he can stand them when he firsts meets them. He’s stalking you every minute that he can and if he can’t do that himself he asks one of his vampires to take over his job for him and to report back to him later. Extremely hyperfixated on your every little movement and word which gets uncomfortable fast if you’re already in captivity at that point since he’s staring at you with those red eyes without blinking and randomly starts giggling with that sick grin on his face. He has no sense nor respect for any boundaries you have established for yourself as he just does what he feels like doing. He’s touching you when he wants to touch you and he takes your stuff with him when he wants to do so. There’s nothing you can do to stop him, you rebelling is probably only going to amuse him more.

🦊Tsubaki is familiar with the feeling of despair, loneliness and anger all induced within him after Kuro killed the creator of the Servamps. What he isn’t familiar with but can add to the list of unsavory emotions is jealousy. The first time he gets exposed to it, he handles it terribly. His eyelid twitches, his grin grows crooked and broken giggles escape him as he pulls out his katana. He immediately slashes the poor person who has awoken that terrible itching within him and believes the problem to be down only for that feeling to reappear the next time you act too cozy with someone. Tsubaki just kills over and over again until people are too scared to talk to you and only then does one of the vampires working for him start explaining to him what he is exactly feeling. Instead of vowing to work on himself though, Tsubaki only heightens his efforts to keep you nice and isolated. He absolutely despises jealousy if that nightmare-inducing cackle and grin shouldn’t have given it away by now. It feels like swallowing bitter poison and he wants none of it. So what better way than to grip the problem by its roots and yank it out for good so that it can never bother him again?

🦊It has already been briefly mentioned but Tsubaki doesn’t care for human lives, whether they’re innocent or guilty. He kills those you cherish depending on whether he finds their vibes amusing or annoying and that makes him very unpredictable as he goes with his feelings rather than any logical approach as long as he knows that the other person is nothing to fear. It’s all entertaining up to the point where someone actually hurts you seriously and he has flashbacks to the death of his creator which activates the switch within him. Any trace of truly dark humor vanishes as his face becomes blank for a moment, red eyes focused on your form before they all but tremble as his pupils turn to thin slits. Don’t mistake him even once for someone who doesn’t have a plan as he has been living for centuries already and has learned how to plot truly sinister plans. There’s no easy and quick death that he grants such people as they deserve to suffer slowly until they all but beg for hell only for him to prolong their agony on this earth for a while longer until he finally sends them off to the other side. He likes to tell you about his methods, talking about it like it’s a fun story.

🦊Tsubaki is definitely going to abduct you sooner than later as his jealousy and possessive attributes play the major roles in that decision. He actually finds a place where he can keep you and asks of his vampires to organise the place enough for you to live there before he boldly approaches you and whisks you away. He doesn’t even knock you out, he wants you awake because he finds your reactions so incredibly amusing and that consistent giggling only adds to your growing fear as he jumps from building to building with you in his arms. He keeps you firmly locked away in his place and completely cut off from human society and the few relatives who might still be left alive. People like Sakuya tend to keep you company when Tsubaki realises that you’re feeling lonely though that is obviously not the company that you were hoping for. It’s also people like Sakuya who buy you hygiene products and groceries as you aren’t allowed to leave the place you are kept in. There’s very little space you have to hide away whenever Tsubaki returns which ultimately just means that you have no means to get your privacy as he always intrudes and interferes whenever he feels like it.

🦊Tsubaki tends to have a peculiar way of showing his affection to you. He’s constantly touching you curiously, exploring you as his hands roam over your body. He bites you randomly at whatever place is available. Not even with the concrete goal to drink blood but just because he’s feeling like it, his bite marks visible all over your skin. On the day he actually kidnaps you, he creates the weather phenomenon of the sunshower, in the Japanese folklore known to be sign that a kitsune is getting married and he knows exactly what he’s doing. His laughter haunts you sometimes even in your sleep all because he just cannot stop bursting into giggles when he’s around you, whether you’re actually even doing something is completely irrelevant. There are a few times you have tried to escape only for someone from his subclass or from Tsubaki himself to be dragged back. 90% of the time he lets you go unpunished because he found it stimulating but it’s the other 10% that soon frighten you to try again as he broke both of your legs without even blinking, musing aloud out to himself that this game is starting to feel to repetitive for his taste.