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blessing in disguise | xavier thorpe !

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content: NONCON , kidnapping, dark!xavier, fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 2.5k

synopsis: one final rejection and one accident resulted in something Xavier had only dreamed of.

disclaimer: all characters in my works are at least 18. there is dark and triggering content in this, as stated above. consider what you are comfortable with reading before you continue. your media consumption is your responsibility, not mine.

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It’s not like Xavier meant to do it. It was an accident and nothing more. He simply lost control and that’s not his fault. If anything, you were to blame for this.

You just looked so pretty in your cute dress, hair just like he liked it and a face as adorable as it gets with eyes lined and lips glossy. He was sure you’d finally say yes. Why else would you dress so beautifully to meet him in the woods? Especially knowing how he feels about you. It was for him. All for him and him only. For his eager eyes and yearning thoughts. You knew what you were doing.

But as always, you rejected him. Coldly, this time. Gone were the bashful and quiet apologies as you refused to meet his eyes, staring down at your feet or glancing over your shoulder as if you were afraid someone might hear you.

No, that wasn’t the case this time. You looked him in the eye with a huff, gaze hard. Your words were sharp and firm when you spoke, “can’t you take a hint? I don’t like you, Xavier.”

He was stunned, physically reacting with his brows lifting and eyes widening the slightest bit before they dropped, filled with the same venom that clouded yours, jaw clenching. It was so unlike you — well, the version of you he had concocted in his mind — he had the right to be angry with you. You disrespected him blatantly, again. All Xavier wanted was to love you.

Not even he could stop himself as his mind blurred before it blanked as he reached for you, wrapping his arms around you, brain and body fighting the urge to run his hands along your figure, desperate to feel it underneath his fingertips now that he had you so close. He snaked a hand up your body to your mouth, muffling your screams. You thrashed in his hold as he dragged you through the woods, taking the all-too-familiar path to his isolated art shed.

You panicked as he wrestled you to the ground, pinning your arms and running his nose along the column of your throat, breathing you in. You smelled so good, even better now that he could finally dissect the myriad of scents that made up the air that blew behind you every time you walked away from him, ignored him. 

He wasn’t sure when you began to cry but your tears were already hitting the ground and soaking some of the brown strands of his hair when he kissed up your neck, savoring the taste of your skin. 

“Xavier, stop,” you whispered, “I’m sorry.” You weakly pushed against him.

There was your sweet voice again. Fragile and delicate and so incredibly arousing. He sighed, kisses coming out messier and more frantic than before as he worked his way up to your lips that pleaded to be released, for him to wait, please stop. 

Your lips touched briefly, nothing longer than a second before you turned your head, sobbing as you pushed more insistently. He was so caught up in the pillowy feel of your lips that he moaned pathetically against your cheek as he sloppily kissed the flesh of your cheek, eager for anything he could get. The salty flavor of your tears was as delectable as a delicacy.

As your legs kicked and your hips wiggled and your pants of exhaustion in his ear got shallower, he grew against your thigh, mindless jerks of his hips increasing speed as time passed. 

Xavier felt himself grow warm, a deep, scorching pink painted his cheeks in embarrassment. What are you thinking? Are you thinking about how pathetic he is? Or how desperate he is for you? Maybe you’re finally realizing how badly he’s wanted to have you like this and just how far you had pushed him. You. Your doing. This was all your doing.

He used a single hand to pin your wrists, easily overpowering you as you tried to sit up, newly freed arm on its way to collide with his face. 

“Sh,” Xavier mumbled, capturing your bottom lip between his as he slid an eager hand down your body. There was a violent throb as his touch hovered over your shoulders, so gently it seemed he was almost scared to touch what he wanted so badly.

It was quick to make its way back up when he felt a stutter come from your jaw. His hand wrapped around the base of your neck, a warning, “don’t even think about it.”

Xavier wasn’t used to being so demanding. Unfortunately this is what he had to do, it was his only option after all you had done. It pained him to make you cry — even if you looked so beautiful doing it. It hurt him to have to pin you down and take what was destined to be. You and him. 

He felt you swallow under his hand as he encased your lips properly, tasting your mouth. He was already breathless, lost in you even when you refused to kiss him back, only making noises of protest as you squirmed. 

His touch glided down your body, losing patience with you and himself for his hesitation. He’d have you again. As many times as he wanted after this. 

He groaned into your mouth, frustrated at the dress you wore. Sliding down further, he pushed up your skirt, groping the fat of your soft thighs, tickling your flesh. Your knees twitched and he took a deep breath, pulling away from your lips to nip at your ears, licking the tears that dribbled down them. 

“Xavier,” you cried softly, “please, don’t.”

A response was on the tip of his tongue but it quickly turned into a moan as his pinky came in contact with a wet patch on your panties. He laughed breathily, you didn’t mean that. Your body knew what your mind hadn’t quite grasped. You needed him. 

You jolted, fighting even harder than before, “don’t touch me.” He could feel you getting angry, the fire in your eyes from before igniting again. 

Xavier shook the hair that fallen out of his ponytail from his face to get a clearer look at your face. He wanted to watch you give in to the pleasure he would force on to you. His smallest finger ran up your slit and he watched closely as you fought the fluttering of your eyes. God. He had barely touched you and you already looked this perfect.

“Don’t,” you spat, trying to slide out from under him as you nails dug into his hand. He clenched his jaw, pursing his lips as he exhaled through his nose. Why did you have to make this so difficult?

He kicked your thighs apart with his own, settling between your legs. Your heat radiated, hot against his aching cock. He cupped your cunt, kissing your cheek as he pushed against your hole lightly to hear you hiss. 

You jerked your hips when his fingers danced along the waistband of the soft fabric. He felt himself get hotter, cheeks turning redder when he glanced down, watching his hand disappear underneath it, immediately drenched in your juices. His palm stimulated your clit as his long middle finger prodded at your hole without entering it, teasing you. Your panties shifted with his movements, the bulge of his hand and slender fingers moving swiftly under the dainty bow near the top of your underwear jumping. 

Your breath stuttered as you snapped out his name, “I said stop!” 

Your voice was muffled as all of his focus was on the feel of your slick and tight heat choking the finger he forced inside you. Xavier all but whined at the sensation, cock leaking in his pants. Your feet kicked at the ground, chest rising and falling. In pleasure or frustration he wasn’t sure but he couldn’t be bothered to stop and ask as he squeezed another finger in.

You moaned, quickly closing your mouth to stop the noise. His eyes snapped up, flickering over your face. He had never heard a sound affect him more. Not even siren song could battle the noises of your pleasure. He’d do anything you asked him to. Well, almost anything. He’d never let you go no matter how many times your sweet voice pleaded for his mercy. 

His lips crashed into yours, kissing you impatiently as he fingered you faster, trying to stretch you open enough to fill you full of his cock. You shook your head from side to side but he chased after you, swallowing your huffs and silent whines. 

A whimper sounded in your throat as he curled his fingers, trying to find the spongy area that would have you purring for him. The noise had him removing his fingers, shoving them into his mouth as he leaned in close to you, breathing you in while your juices coated his tongue. His exhale was shaky as he shut his eyes, sucking harshly at his fingers to try and get more of your slick into his mouth. 

“Xavier,” you breathed, “wait.”

His name fell so sweetly from your lips that he shoved his jeans down just enough to finally release his aching cock. He was leaking pathetically and throbbing against his hand as he pumped himself slowly, afraid he’d cum before he made it inside you. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your skin. He gripped his length, hauling himself up to position his pulsing dick to your hole. “Shit,” he growled, tugging aggressively at your underwear that seperated you from him. “Sorry,” he murmured, feeling instant regret for hurting you, “I’m sorry.”

You started to scream as your ass felt the bare ground, tears building in the corners of your eyes as he slapped his cock against your dripping core. “Stop it, please, Xavier.”

He ignored you, gaze flickering from your cunt to your face as he pushed inside. He groaned as his head forced it’s way into you. It already felt like too much, the way your pussy latched onto his cock, welcoming him in despite your thrashing body. 

Every inch had your screams dying, replaced with repressed moans as you opted to shut your mouth, denying him of the sounds. He couldn’t protest, concentrated on pushing back his orgasm that was too close for his liking. The last inch sent a wave of immense arousal down his body in the form of a shiver and a whimper. He stilled, focusing on his breathing and the bruised lip you tucked between your teeth.

You fit so well together, just like he knew you would. He glanced down, entranced by the way his hips were flush with yours, leaving no space for anything. You were finally one.

Your walls pulsed and it felt like they were begging him to move, to fuck you like he’d dreamed of doing too many times. He felt like all the waiting had been worth it now that you were choking his cock so deliciously. All of the times you rejected him, turned your back to him, dismissed him as if he wasn’t there, forgotten as he pulled back, watching the way your slick stuck to his hip as he retracted, keeping the two of you connected with a sticky string. 

Xavier kissed your jaw as he pushed himself back in, nibbling at the skin near your ear. He tried to keep a slow pace at first afraid the urge to ruthless pound into you would take over. Your short, high breaths flooded his ears, a prize for resisting. It sounded like you were enjoying yourself, too. But how could you not when he was fucking you so well, patiently and passionately, just like you deserved. Even after all you did to him, you still deserved to be fucked like a princess. 

Xavier smiled, pecking your neck as he rutted into you, his fingers undoubtedly leaving imprints of their shape on your waist. You found comfort in clinging to him, grasping his arms before curling your own under them, grabbing onto his shoulders. 

“No,” you would cry, followed by a satisfied, “fuck.”

You were so warm and soft. He wished he had the patience to undress you properly, to touch you more. He’d have another opportunity, he reminded himself and that thought had his mind swimming. How could he help you adjust? Would it be difficult to get a mattress inside the small shed? Is there enough space? He’d be damned if you were uncomfortable in your little safe haven. It would be a place you would grow to love, he was sure of it. You just needed to process your new environment and the new dynamics of your relationship.

The loud whine that came from you brought him back to reality, back to the sight of you falling apart under him but trying to refrain from it. Your eyebrows were drawn together, mouth parted and face hot.

“M’gonna cum,” he struggled to utter out the words. “Fuck you’re perfect. Im gonna fill you so well.”

“No!” you screeched, pounding on his back as he pounded into you, thrusting harder and faster as his orgasm crept closer. “Don’t you dare!”

You pulsed more violently than before at the change of pace, clinging to his cock. He knew you wanted it, even if you wouldn’t admit it.

It was like you felt him about to burst, nails breaking the skin of his neck seconds before he came. You dragged them down and he felt blood rush down his neck as he came. The feeling was so intoxicating that he kept thrusting until he was milked dry despite the stinging pain. He didn’t have to look down to know that his t-shit was soaking in the crimson liquid so he opted to focus on your pretty face as he came down from his high. You were sobbing now, arms limp on the ground as your chest heaved.

Xavier begrudgingly pulled out of you, watching the pearly spent dribble out of your pussy as he stood. You stared at the ceiling, unmoving as he searched the shed, wordless. He wasn’t sure of what to say. Was there anything he could say at that point? He knew you didn’t understand yet. So he stayed silent until he found the lock and chain he had been searching for.

He walked over to you, clearing his throat. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

You blinked at him. Sitting up and fixing your skirt as you dragged yourself away. He sighed, looking around to locate the blanket he knew he had around somewhere. He spotted it almost immediately, draped over an admittedly uncomfortable chair. It would have to do for now.

He draped it over your legs, smiling softly when you looked at him. “I’ll be back soon.”

It was a mistake, Xavier told himself as he stepped away from the now locked art shed glancing behind him and around the surrounding area as his hand attempted to soothe the fresh scratches on his neck. He just lost control for a second, it’s nothing major. You were destined to be there. Why else would he have done it? He wanted to love you forever. And now he can. You’d understand soon enough. The accident was a blessing in disguise.

[mykinkyyandere]

Yandere Tyler Galpin (Based on S1)

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Tyler Galpin X gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, mildly smut, mild sexual content, implied future noncon, noncon/dubcon touches, chaining, kidnapping, obsession, possession, obsessive/possessive/delusional behaviours, violence & death, murder, stealing stuff, misused stolen underwear, stalking, following, disturbingly violent depictions (sorry if i missed sth)

Ever heard of monster cases? Yes, monster. The press says bear attack but you better watch out. They're giving false information about the bodies, and the monster is sure to be very, very cruel. When you go for a walk to have a good time, you may be the victim of piercing eyes peeking through the trees. It approaches so carefully that you can't even tell where it's coming from. One victim, two victims, three victims... Are you the next? You might ask, 'Did anyone manage to escape from it?'. But there's a more interesting question: Did the person who escaped really escape by his own effort, or did the monster let him escape? But the real question is: Why?

Tyler Galpin. There's a good chance you know him. Weathervane is the only good cafe around and you must have been in there. Everyone goes there. As a Nevermore student or sweet girl next door, you'll definitely get this barista's attention. He doesn't sit in the back and silently watch you while you sip your coffee. Yes, the first time he sees you, he's definitely captivated by your presence and watches you for a few days in amazement, but it doesn't take long for him to break his silence. He makes his first move with an awkward "Do you need anything?" or "I have a quick question about the customer satisfaction".

You think how nice and sweet he is. Completely ignorant of the facts, you accept the coffee he brings on the house. When he sits on your booth and talks about random things, his eyes turn away as if he's too shy. When he accidentally takes your hand, he smiles nervously and immediately apologizes. How good at pretending to be... innocent.

As he gets closer to you, he quickly changes from his "shy" mood to "silly lover" mood. Silent and long stares that he's unaware of, spacing out while talking, thoughtful compliments, the "I'm confused but got it, anyways how about a coffee tomorrow?" attitude he gives when you try to reject him, facial expressions that match his play.... You turn everything into a game for him.

You trigger his sadistic and animalistic instincts, which he hides from everyone, with a feeling he can't explain. It's like the excitement of a predator hunting its prey greedily. Being around you and watching you gives him an indescribable pleasure. His eyes, glowing with a dark excitement that no one notices, follow you wherever you go. His mouth waters, his breathing becomes heavy, and an ominous smile forms on his face. It's an addictive feeling, like riding a roller coaster. When he tells you to be careful and stay out of danger, being the danger itself makes him want to laugh. How appetizingly ironic!

Fortunately, your first meet didn't happen while he was wandering in the dark fully turned. Because of his insatiable nature, he could tear you apart before he could fall in love with you. But if you're lucky and he sees you at a time when he can act consciously, he'll let you escape. Why didn't he break you like a small twig? This question would be the only thing on his mind until he sees you again.

If you knew the truth, would you still keep talking to him? If you knew he was behind of those deaths, would you return his awkward smile? When you think he's working at the cafe, in class at school or at home for dinner, he actually watches your every single step like he has no other purpose. He's so interested in what you do, wants to know it all. He has to know everything or he'll lose it.

His father doesn't notice his obsession or think it's an obsession. Let's say he realizes, there's nothing he can do. Tyler succeeds in not attracting his father's attention and making it seem like an ordinary romance. He doesn't have to, but he doesn't want an extra trouble. He limits the things he has to deal so he can devote all his time to you. He even shows you're doing him good by being warm to his father so he wouldn't have to deal with him to always be with you.

If his son is in love with an outcast, he's not happy and always keeps an eye on you. Even though you're an outcast, Tyler makes progress so much he decides you're one of the safe ones and makes an exception for you. You're lucky you don't get his son in trouble and recover him in a way that even the doctor couldn't. He saw how crazy Tyler went when he tried to separate you from him for the first time. If you're a normie he's grateful. It's good to know his son eventually gets over his mother and their troubled father-son relationship.

When his father sees you at their house all the time, he just shakes his head and leaves. Or he almost rolls his eyes every time he sees you with Tyler in the cafe. But he finds it a little weird when he hears Tyler muttering about you all the time. Saying your name without noticing, phrases like "I need to see you" or "I miss you". Some are more concerning, especially when he says it like an experienced serial killer. "I'll rip that boy's throat out" or "I'll rip that bitch's head off". But he's probably just being jealous, right? Teens like to overreact everything.

It's much easier for him to watch and manipulate you if you're a normie. Monsters and all other hidden information are impossible to access unless you have a close friend from Nevermore. He can make you his in a short time and you don't stand a chance against him. But he likes to take his time. It's fun. He watches you hungrily as you sweetly wander around. You look around in fear when you hear noises that are suspicious because you know about the "bear" attacks. Oh, that look of panic that appears every part of your face...

Being an outcast makes things a lot more complicated and difficult, but damn, he loves a good chase. He can sit and talk about Nevermore, what you've discovered, and the monster. Anything you want. You two can search the forest together or he can prepare you a romantic surprise in the middle of it. For some reason he keeps hiding the truth. Running into his arms from danger isn't something he wants to lose. He almost mocks you while smiling. His "hidden" authority over you makes him feel like a different monster.

Get as close to the truth as you want, he would never hurt you. Blinded by your love, all he wants is to kidnap and lock you up. He loves you in a way that he can't even understand. The desire to crush the bones and rip the stomachs of every living thing he come across disappears when it comes to you. It's replaced by a different desire: to possess.

Jealousy, control, manipulation, violence. That rage-filled jealousy creeps into him when he sees you with someone else. His stealth control efforts where he keeps you away from everyone by act the fool. The guilt he imposes on you and the confused always right guy mask while doing this. Going after them one by one at a time that you're completely unaware of, leaving a terrified police team behind. Behind his good boy face lies a rabid monster ready to do anything for his love.

Sometimes you ask yourself if you ended up with him because you really loved him or because he made you feel obligated. There is no better choice than him. You overreact a lot, you are suspicious, you're being a jerk. It's always you. Why would you break this nice guy's heart if you're not selfish and arrogant who wants no one but the best?

He frowns, implying what you say is meaningless and silly. He puts an understanding but confused smile on his face. He looks at you for a few seconds and gives the breath he's been holding, saying "Alright.". He looks around and shakes his head, then looks at you. With disturbing pauses, "I don't... I don't quite understand why you don't want to spend time with me. I thought we liked each other." He makes you self-doubt again.

But you start to really suspect him. Let him look as innocent as he wants, everyone makes mistakes. You saw your stuff in his room. Not just your ordinary stuff. He even had your used underwear, and there was a white, dried liquid on it. You didn't even want to think about it. How could he do this? You never expected this from him. As if that wasn't enough, the earphone you dropped when you were running away from the monster for the first time was. on. his. desk. But the last straw... when you went to the forest to research in the middle of the night, you saw it again. All those screams and images... And the deadliest thing happened to you: you fainted.

You shouldn't have been able to start a sentence with "When I opened my eyes," but when you opened your eyes, you found yourself in Tyler's bed. You shuddered in panic and were thankful you were still alive. But after the shock, nothing made sense. How did he find you? His answers to your endless questions were inconsistent. You noticed he was getting uneasy so you stopped. He insisted you stay at his house that night, even though you didn't want to. He whispered while caressing your hair, his eyes were reddish but not from crying. The way he breathes and speaks, the way he looks at you was very frightening. You were scared of him and lost your trust in him for the first time. "Don't worry, you're safe with me."

You're not sure whether you should talk to him pretending like nothing happened or cut all ties immediately, but your instincts tell you to be careful. Very careful. You know, like when you realize you're dreaming and you say to people, "Hey, it's a dream". From then on, they look at you in a demonic way. Their eyes tells you that you've just learned something you should never have and the consequences will be severe. Just like that, keep being his sweetheart and keep your mouth shut. Ignorance is bliss.

Something tells you that if you don't follow your fears and never learn the truth, Tyler will continue to treat you the way he's treating you now. Going to the movies with you, buying you your favorite coffee, trying to braid if you have long hair (he learned because he likes to play with your hair)... Normal couple activities. As you see his dark side, you realize the true intentions behind his demeanor. Your ignorance gives him satisfaction. Stay like that, don't know anything. Even though you're sure that he is the monster, look into his eyes with fear and keep being his little darling just because you're so scared to leave. He wants it. If you say you know his darkness inside, you feel like something terrible is going to happen to you. That he'll chain you to a dark cave and fulfill all his dark desires he has kept inside.

But you made mistakes, just like everyone else. Maybe you tried to trap him with your friends from Nevermore, or maybe you asked his father to keep his obsessive and perverted son away from you. Maybe you just tried to get away from him little by little. He knows no matter what you've done, he can't pretend that secrets don't exist anymore. It saddens him these beautiful moments with you, such as keeping a small pet around and playing, will come to an end. After killing those he's supposed to kill, he chains you just as you feared, but not to a cave. To his bed. He wants you to feel comfortable, it's your first time with him after all.

He groans at your naked body and rubs his lips against your ear. "You look so delicious."

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Dark!Xavier Thorpe

Pairing: Dark Xavier Thorpe x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Toxic/Abusive Relationship; Manipulation.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Also, I haven't finished Wednsday so don't give me spoilers 😂 But idk if I'll write more about him or not.

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Xavier is disappointed with himself, why is he like this? He’s clearly taking advantage of you, it’so obvious even to himself. But it’s not for you.

No, you are completely and entirely oblivious to his disgusting behavior. 

“How about I sneak into your dorm tonight to kiss you goodnight? I know boys aren’t allowed but don’t worry, no one will catch me.” he takes one of your hands into his, bringing it to his lips, eyes trained on your hesitant expression.

You really can never say no to him, can you?

No. For you, he’s nothing but a good loving boyfriend. In your eyes, Xavier can do nothing wrong. He loves you and love doesn’t hurt people, am I right?

But that doesn’t stop a shallow regret in the very back of Xavier’s mind, but he explains to himself that it’s better it’s him and not another person taking advantage of you. He can’t stand the possibility of you being with someone that not him, the mere thought of that making his stomach churn. 

“Why do you talk so much with that normie guy? You’re not trying to leave me for him, are you?” Xavier glares at you, eyeing the scared way you gulp.

You frantically shake your head, muttering apologies and he instantly feels a warm sensation in his chest, proud that you’re so submissive to you.

“Good, cause he doesn't really like you, he only wants to make fun of you. To use you, to ridicule you.”

You see the world through hopeful innocent glasses, too trusting for your own good. You blindly believe and accept everything that comes out of his mouth, your beautiful eyes twinkling with adoration as you look at him.

“Shh, it’s fine. This is what couples do to make it official, you know.” you bite your lip at that, still reluctant and Xavier presses another intense kiss on your lips, his hand moving your own towards his hard cock and he sweetly smiles at you.

“And I only want to show you how much I love you. So take me, take my love and take my cock, baby. Let me make love to you, baby.”

Even when you have your ephemeral doubts about him, you always look so conflicted, lower lip catched between your teeth as you stutter to find the courage to protest, to argue against him and in those moments, Xavier feels so much love for you.

You’re such a fragile thing, unable to even stand up for yourself, so sickeningly weak. 

“I-I just want to hang out with her, so why can’t I? She’s like us, she won’t hurt me.” you shyly protest, fingers nervously picking at the material of your skirt. 

Xavier doesn’t bother acting nice, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he stares at you, not a trace of the frequent sweet smiles he offers you.

“Cause I said so. You’re not good at judging people, are you? But I am and I’m telling you she’s trouble. So no.” you look conflicted, but something in his expression must’ve warned you that Xavier won’t budge.

You pout and sulk, but he already knows that you’ve submitted to his decision. Good girl, he thinks. 

That’s why you need him. Xavier can protect you way better than you ever could, he’ll fight for you as if his life depends on it. And truthfully speaking, it does. He can’t possibly live without you.

To him, you’re more precious than oxygen, you’re the only thing he truly needs to survive. Without you, he’d be nothing. 

“I love you.” Xavier mutters, pressing a kiss to your wrist, eyes locked with you. You smile, your face lightening up with joy. You reach towards him, pecking at his lips. 

“I love you too.”

[infosoul24in]

[crimsonsorceresss]

Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.

[highpri3stess]

Oh my god, they’re…

Monsters: Mikey Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

“They ate me alive and left me for dead”

series summary: your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. And now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.

updates: wednesdays and fridays

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series content warnings (read carefully): 18+, DARK CONTENT, Tokyo revengers AU, female reader, virgin reader, heavy smut, polyamory, Dark Impulse Mikey, Manipulative Izana, inaccurate/inconsistent university terminology, heavy angst with little comfort, betrayal, misogyny and sexism, emotional, physical and mental abuse, virginity loss, purity culture allusion, mental break, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual harrassment, dubious consent, noncon, drug, alcohol and substance misuse/abuse, extreme violence, use of weapons, torture, criminal activities, PTSD, paranoia, emotional incest, power imbalance, character death(s) (not reader), anal penetration, mention of self-harm, religious guilt and trauma, religious themes, vouyeurism, gangbang, masochism, sadism, hard kinks, strangulation (non sexual), psychological horror (more warnings to be added soon)

Chapter 1: Warning Signals

summary: being friends with emma sano is nice, until you get on the wrong side of the Sano brothers.

word count: 9k

cw: misogyny, alcohol mention, sex mention, rape mention, brief religious mention, reader is called a whore/slut, slutshaming, sexual assault, noncon to dubcon, public initimacy, fingering (fem recieving), dacriphilia, gaslighting, manipulation, mention of vomitting, victim blaming, destructive thoughts, mention of violence (towards reader)

Chapter 2: Shots Fired

summary: izana kurokawa decides he has to teach you a bitter lesson that you wouldn't forget any time soon

word count: 7.5k

cw: smoking, mention of drugs, brief description of child abuse, childhood trauma and sex work, violence (against both character and reader), emotional incest, night terrors, allusions to sex, mention and brief description of rape, asphyxiation (non sexual), manipulation, slut shaming, near death experience, sexual assault, noncon, oral (m.recieving), face and throat fucking, attempted murder

Chapter 3: The Lesser of Two Devils

summary: the two brothers realize that peace with emma is within their grasp, they just need your cooperation

word count: 12.3k

cw: character x character smut - cunnilingus, struggling with sexual attraction, angst, mention of assault, physical violence, slut shaming, misogyny, intrusive/dark impulsive thoughts of murder and rape, manipulation, gaslighting, objectification of reader, mental health struggles, masking, breaking and entering, smut -character x reader, reader is threatened with r*pe, dubious consent, making out, dry humping, cunnilingus (reader receiving), pussy job, terrible aftercare, religious themes and guilt, panty stealing.

Chapter 4: The Calm

summary: emma decided you needed a break from all the stress of life and takes you to her home for a vacation and for a moment, you forget that reality is often disappointing .

word count: 12.5k

cw: male masturbation, academic fatigue, misogyny, objectification, one mention of unwanted pregnacy, implied drugging, age gap relationship, fluff to heavy angst, minor character death, murder, mental break down, panic attack, gang related violence, gun violence, metions of drug related business (c*caine), dubious consent, slight manipulation, mutual masturbation, fingering (fem. receiving), jerking off, nipple sucking, praise kink, squirting, proper aftercare.

Chapter 5: Act on Dark Impulses

summary: you knew better than to trust mikey and izana. yet you fall for their plan hook, line and sinker and live through the worst night of your life.

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Chapter 6: The Closest you’ll ever get to being in Love

summary: things get sicker and twisted with the two brothers and Emma is none the wiser.

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Chapter 7: Trials and Tribulation

summary: You learn the hard way what happens when you refuse to be their stress relief because of your important exams.

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Chapter 8: Divine Intervention

summary: You are called home to bury your mother and learn that nothing has changed since you left.

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Chapter 9: Lead Me not into Temptation

summary: emma notices that something isn’t right with you when you come visit her in the sano residence.

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Chapter 10: Deliver Me from All Evil

summary: you’ve finally broken the cycle, but at what cost?

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[hypnoticvamp]

Jenna Ortega as Wednesday Addams, Wednesday (2022)

[just-an-ari]

3am wenclair thoughts <3

[c-hrona]

The Patron saint of Children.

Happy Wowo Wednesday! The most Wowo Wednesday of them all since today is also Saint Nicholas!! :D

This boy can contain so much religious allegories.

Anyway, the point of this all, is that he got to be the patron saint of children without having a childhood. So, I had to represent him as a child. Does it makes sense? To me it does, that's the important thing.

Hope you like!

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

— beware the autumn people 🍂

[prettybabybaby]

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: dark!xavier, fem!reader, noncon dry humping, somnophilia

¡ wednesday masterlist !

you still hadn't woken up and xavier hoped you wouldn't. not when he was so close.

his body was hot, growing clammy at his slow ministrations that kept him satisfied but you oblivious. his shirt stuck to his chest and his hold on your shoulder was almost too tight but each attempt to loosen it was pointless. as another wave of arousal flowed through him, his fingers curled around the slope of your shoulder.

xavier’s hips pushed against you, the light, slow thrusts aiding his upcoming release. you sighed in your sleep, the breathy sound causing his hard cock to throb. his hand trembled as he tried to keep himself from speeding up, waking you from your slumber.

[mykinkyyandere]

Yandere Xavier Thorpe (Based on S1)

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Xavier Thorpe X gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, contains smut describes, language, noncon/dubcon touches & kisses, stalking, stealing stuffs, obsession, possession, obsessive/possessive/delusional/controlling/ behaviours, overly protective, manipulation, threatening, implied future kidnapping, implied secret smut, implied sexual fantasies, making the reader feel extremely guilty, emotional contol, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, shouting (sorry if i missed sth)

A/N: I believe I've posted this work on December 13th. After the scandals about the actor, I've decided not to write or post anything about him, except for this work because I've put a lot of effort into these headcanons. Then, while quickly deleting my reblogs about him, I've accidentally deleted this work as well. It was already available on AO3, so I didn't see the need to repost it here. But I've changed my mind, and I don't want to use his face.

Welcome. You can be a regular normie working in a coffee shop, or a regular outcast who goes to Nevermore High. Maybe your life is full of events, maybe you wish you could get rid of your boring life. Your outlook on life is pink or black, your behavior towards people is warm or cold, your heart is open or closed to love... Maybe love is such an insignificant detail for you that you don't even bother to think about it, maybe love is a wish you sleep and dream about every night. You name it. Is it a luck or a curse to have someone who would fall madly in love with you in every single situation? Many possibilities, but one outcome. You are doomed to a sick lover.

Xavier Thorpe. You probably don't know him. He's more interested in spying on you from afar and sticking your face in his mind. Dreaming about you each night then reflecting his fantasies on his canvas is offically his number one hobby. His roommate definitely knows his obsession and sees that it's more than just a blind love. His pinboard and sketch books are full of you, and he even sees some obscene drawings Xavier missed to hide. Creepy and sad, he thinks. He tries to talk about it with Xavier but gives up when he gets aggressive. He doesn't want to involve himself in this and leaves you to him.

Xavier enjoys admiring you from afar before approaching you. As an artist, he's aware that life, like art, has stages, and he allows each to take its time as it needs. Especially if it's your life and time. He's very attentive and patient. Admiring all the time.

Actually, if we go where all this obsession begins, your face starts lingering in his mind before he even sees you. His dreams have a complete effect on the development of his obsession. He saw your future together. He saw you being his soulmate. You're the one, you're his true love. It's unclear how long he's had his dreams, but it sure has been long enough for him to be mad about you.

When he sees you for the first time, an intense emotion pierces his heart. Hard to describe. His heart aches and beats like crazy, his breathing becomes erratic, and he becomes dizzy. The urge to kidnap you in that moment and lock you up where no one can find you becomes irresistible. He gets so jealous that he wants to be the only person who can be around you, look at you and talk to you. An intense jealousy that he doesn't want to share you with anyone and that always hurts him. He can't help staring at you, maybe that's partly why he's not in a rush to get you. You're so perfect that it's a pleasure for him to watch you live.

If you're a normie, seeing you in limited time kills him inside. Although he appreciates each of the stages individually, staying away from you for the tortured time encourages him to shorten or skip these stages. What's the point if he can't see you? He already starts manipulating you into loving him. What do you do if a charismatic and handsome young man gives you the most beautiful drawing you've ever seen in your life and asks you to give him a chance? Plus it moves! Even if you don't fall for these tricks, he doesn't give up trying. He'll get you eventually and he prefers your free will. It may be too late for a normie to realize his dark obsessions. Like, "going on multiple dates and giving him the exact moment he needs to finally kidnap you and not letting you go anywhere ever again" kinda late. It's easier to have you if you're a normie.

If you're an outcast, be prepared to be stalked. Do you feel like there's someone following you wherever you go? Even in your bedroom it feels like someone is watching you from the balcony? Unfortunately and naturally he can't stalk you all the time, but he watches over you as best he can. He also misses you a lot. After dozens of dreams, drawings, and collecting collections (correct, he makes a habit of going into your room and taking everything he thinks you won't notice) he finally decides it's time to talk to you. With small steps.

Sitting next to each other in class: His eyes are always on you. It's impossible not to notice this, of course you noticed. Almost creepy. He looks at you so much that all the teachers want to separate you. It's not clear whether he's there for the lessons or for a movie that you're the main star. He always entertains you with small moving drawings so that you don't get bored and smile all the time.

During the lesson, he takes off the hair tie with which he makes a bun and puts it on your wrist. He definitely wants to see it there until your "relationship" gets serious. If he can't see it, he questions where it went and gently tells you that wearing it makes him happy. So please wear it. Please.

Helping you with your homework: If you want, he can even do all your homework and won't let you get stressed, but this would be so obvious, right? Besides, when you're struggling, it's much better if he takes the opportunity to lean you on his shoulder and help you by smelling your hair from the top of your head. It's a win-win.

His exclusive drawing lessons just for you: No matter what your talent is, he insists on practicing together and sharing your art. He takes you to his special drawing area where he doesn't take anyone. After removing everything about you, of course. Oh, his instinct to chain you just over there... He leans over your shoulder and takes your hand and guides you slowly. Your spine chills when he gently grasp the back of your neck with his other hand. Is all this a bit too much? But he denies it.

When you take a break, you look around and see a painting that escaped his notice. Your painting. You're likely to find it innocent. But the panic on his face looks like there's more than that. You ask him why he's so worried. He lets out a nervous smile. "I don't want you to think I'm a crazy pervert." You ask if you can keep it. "Of course you can, I have- I, I have to start our lesson in a minute so, let's sit."

He's a sneaky guy who really knows how to play so that you don't sense anything wrong. So you accept to be his prom date. Eventually become his darling. He feels on top of the world. Being a "wealthy snob", he gives you everything you want and need. Whether you like it or not, he can't stop the urge to take good care of you. You deserve the best. If you don't accept he'll put emotional pressure on you to accept.

You have no idea how devastated he is when you faint or have an accident. He's very worried about your health, very afraid that something will happen to you, and always needs to make sure that you're okay. The fear of seeing something bad about you because of his unrelated dreams inevitably pervades him, so he's extra strict about your health. Always there for you if something happens. He takes your hand, looks into your eyes for a few seconds and says that you scared him. And that he missed you so much.

He's very calm and controlled until a new player joins the game. Now he's aggressive, resentful, impulsive and jealous. You can see him competing with them. Whatever they offer you, he comes with more. He never lets them spend time with you. When you're alone he speaks to you in carefully chosen sentences to make you feel bad and stay away from them. He knows how to portray himself as the victim. "Why do you want to spend time with them and not me? Maybe you don't care about me at all. Can't you see how much you hurt me?" Along with the psychological pitfalls and the emotional responsibility of a finely crafted relationship, he manages to keep you bonded to himself. Your little aspirants? Don't worry, they will never, ever talk to you again.

Unwanted experiences cause unwanted results. As his jealousy rises to high levels, he starts to visibly control you. "Where were you, why did you go, dangerous to go alone, who was there, stay by my side, stay in your room..." He gradually establishes his dominance over you under the name of possessive boyfriend. He's so gentle and full of love all the time, you can't see the red flags. He's just protecting you, that's all. But Ajax and Enid are disagree. They try to warn you many times and Ajax talks to Xavier but it doesn't end well. As a result, they go on with their lives with a threat that they can never dare to come near and confuse you again.

Monster cases make him even more paranoid. You being in the middle of danger stresses him a lot, as if his romantic rivals aren't enough to drive him crazy. His dreams get complicated and he thinks it's about you. He has to protect you. If you haven't noticed by now, you'll start noticing red flags from this point on. His efforts to control you become overwhelming. "Stay in your room for me, if you love me don't leave my side, if you really care about me you won't go there..." You get tired of him making you feel guilty and responsible. You also find more of your own sketches. Some are... His defense is surprisingly reckless. "I love you so much and what's wrong with drawing my darling's sexy body?"

He wants you to wear his clothes. It won't kill you to wear his jacket when you go out, don't worry. He wants to walk under the same umbrella, eat on the same dessert plate, listen music from the same earphone. There's a good chance he'll even want a matching tattoo. Being rich allows him to buy a necklace or bracelet that he has specially designed for the two of you. Valuable, unique, and private items should always be worn. They represent your commitment to each other. He wants everything that proves you belong to him.

He's also not as soft as he used to be. He's being a little harsh on you and you find that it's because of his jealousy and his desire to control you. Without trying to hide it, he gets angry directly at you, holds you harshly and leans you on his chest. Squeezes your arm hard and brings your chin to his face. Or he pulls you into his lap and hold you tight, looking around sharply. Emotional violence? There's no such thing. It's his instinct to protect you.

Being taller and stronger than you gives him an advantage. Like dragging you wherever he wants without permission. Or the way he puts his big body in front of you when you want to go. Seriously, you must have realized that you can't go anywhere without him anymore. Can't you see how dangerous it is? And most importantly, you are his. Only his. What the hell are you doing alone, away from him?

He starts touching and kissing you without permission. He grips your hair and neck comfortably and buries his lips in yours. He can't hide his excitement as his hands abuse your body, he's pretty horny. After waiting for long periods of time, taking it so slow and satisfying himself with your paintings all those times... Makes him want to put you in bed and fuck you for hours.

How angry he gets when you try to avoid him. He shouts and says he has the right to touch you because he loves you and you love him. "Don't you love me too? What's the point of running away from me then, huh? Are you disgusted with me? Don't tell me you're playing with my feelings!" You feel guilty enough and make love to him but it just doesn't feel right. He's your boyfriend, so why do you feel like you're forced? This can't be harassment, or can it be?

When he feels that you want to break up and is pushing you too hard, he's ready with a surprise to confuse you. He reminds you how much he loves you and that he's always the first day Xavier. He's soft on you for a while, distracting you from your thoughts and then unknowingly gets obsessive again. How long can this go on like this? He knows that he'll eventually have to take drastic measures. Sirens are the last option for him. Wednesday would be a perfect and sufficient threat to stop you.

[vampiire-diary]

[crimsonsorceresss]

My fav couple 🥹🖤

[tomicscomics]

02/14/2024

The dark (chocolate) night of the soul.

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JOKE-OGRAPHY: Traditionally, on Valentine's Day, couples buy each other gifts and sweets to show their love.  Emo Emi, being chronically unlikable but also a chocoholic, has resorted to buying herself enough chocolate to put her into two consecutive comas.  She's looking forward to those comas until her parents' darned RELIGION gets in the way.  You see, this year, Valentine's Day falls on Ash Wednesday.  For Christians, Ash Wednesday is a day of fasting, which means no meats, and no sweets.  In this cartoon, Emi vents to her friend, Olga, about how having all this chocolate and not being allowed to eat it is the absolute height of Christian suffering.  Olga tries to chasten Emi by reminding her that some Christians suffer far worse fates than a day without chocolate -- some even die for their faith.  However, in her delusional state of grief, Emi would much rather the death.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oops, I've done it again.  It's another "Tomics Resurrection" where I redraw a cartoon from a few years ago and, like God on the sixth day, take it from GOOD to VERY GOOD.  This one is from 2018, the last time this same combination of holidays occurred.  Back then, Emi's personality was still in flux.  Now that she's become a more defined character (petulant pseudo-intellectual Christian-wanna-not-be), I had to adjust the dialogue a little, but I think I've kept the same spirit.  Also, back in ye olde yeare ofe 2018e, I apparently didn't respect any semblance of character continuity, so Emi's shape and colors change drastically between the first and second panels.  Must've been a rush job.  Poor 2018 Tom.  Such a child.  Anyway, how do YOU think the new compares to the old?

[lunegrimm]

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