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They say lust is one of the seven deadly sins. Though going to hell for lusting after Tyler Galpin after everything that has happened is not Wednesday Addams' preferred way to go.
After returning home from Nevermore for a pathetic hiatus until the Spring semester, Wednesday was plagued with dreams about the boy she never expected to have been a violent, psychotic serial killer. She felt like a fool, harboring a secret soft side for Tyler, that was, the version of him that apologized to inatimate objects after bumping into them and had his pet dog Elvis as the lockscreen of his phone. But the majority of what she felt for Tyler burned through the pit of her stomach; disgust, rage, humiliation, guilt.
What were the chances that the same fingers which transformed into deadly claws and disemboweled a multitude of victims, tearing them limb from limb had only just recently fingered her to her first ever orgasm? An orgasm she desperately tried to replicate within the privacy of her childhood bedroom. Wednesday returned home wretched with self-disgust and humiliation, and to make matters worse, it seemed as if her parents had picked up on her sudden pheromonal changes.
She overheard her parents one night in the den, discussing it.
"She'll never admit to having had feelings for that boy. But just the other day, Thing had mentioned to me that she cries out his name in her sleep," her mother said, deeply concerned.
"Our little viper," her father replied, "She is cut from the same magnificent cloth as you, cara mia, destined for the most profound love; love deep enough to fill the void in that little black heart of hers. You know his father warned me that they were close."
"I only wish she would discuss it with us. I do fear he will come after her. My magnificent daughter, such a magnet for trouble."
Wednesday cringed where she stood, but didn't dare interrupt. If her parents knew how often she had tuned in on their private conversations, they would be pleased. But she would not subject herself to more questioning about this semester's events. She would not indulge her parents in discussing Tyler Galpin or what she had felt for him. And what they had was certainly not love. It was deeper, darker, and more intense.
-
Wednesday's parents were right about one thing though, her dreams of Tyler were constant, and while her brother Pugsley had the reputation in the family for sleep-talking, it was unsurprising that she had called out for him. She contemplated Thing's punishment for breaking his vow of fealty and snitching on her for something so profoundly humiliating. It narrowed down to eviscerating his favorite nail clippers, stitching poison ivy into his newest pair of winter gloves, and taking away the phone Xavier had gotten her.
Thing had recently managed to download every childish game he could find to her device, getting caught playing forty-four rounds of Candy Crush just yesterday. Most frequently, Thing used Wednesday's phone to keep in touch with his favorite new friend, Enid Sinclair.
Wednesday found the phone in the left side drawer of her prized antique desk. There were several texts from a number beginning with 415.
Enid Sinclair: hey roomie!! :D i got your number from Xavier
Enid Sinclair: so you know how we were talking about you coming to visit
Enid Sinclair: my parents said you can def come over new years if ur interested!!!!!!!
Enid Sinclair: also did you hear that rumor about Bianca?? I heard she's not coming back to Nevermore next semester. Something that has to do with her mom?
Enid Sinclair: you know that self-help app, MorningStar?
Enid Sinclair: omg nvm I guess you don't have any apps since you only like just got a phone lol
Enid Sinclair: almost forgot pls tell my bestie i said hello!!! <3
Enid Sinclair: Thing* should have specified.
Wednesday glared down at the reply that had been typed back, irritated.
Wednesday Addams: It's Thing
Wednesday Addams: I miss you D:
Upon hearing Thing's subtle tapping near the windowsill, Wednesday immediately turned to face him.
"If you miss her that much, I'll have Mother FedEx you to San Francisco tomorrow morning. Though if I were you, I wouldn't expect to return with your digits in tact. They say werwolves have quite a taste for fresh meat."
Thing visibly winced.
"You are lucky I don't ship you in multiple parts after what you told Mother."
They maintained a standoff position before Thing relented, excusing himself from her room, leaving Wednesday to stare blankly at the wall.
-
Though initially Wednesday felt pleased to be returning home, the reality was more bleak than she imagined. It was sunny and sixty-five nearly every day despite being late-November; the glaring consequence of the fossil fuel industry increasingly apparent. She tuned her cello, began yet another addition to her novel, leveled up to intermediate Latin, and successfully scared off former classmates she ran into at the local library with just a single glare.
It was the dead of night when Wednesday awoke to a shuffle outside her bedroom window. Her eyes blazed open, listening to identify what kind of animal might be outside lurking, a particularly large owl maybe, but there was no other noise accompanying it. When she brought herself out of bed and over to the window to peer out, she noticed the window ajar and froze in a slight panic. Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and pulled her back until she met a cold, sturdy, yet familiar figure. His underlying earthy smell was the same, but his clean, coffee scented skin was replaced with ash, dirt, and blood.
It took Wednesday less than 10 seconds to get out of his grasp before turning around and holding his hands in a particularly painful contraption her Uncle taught her. If he was in pain, he didn't show it. His eyes were focused, and his posture unchanged.
Wednesday's gaze was dark, and she seethed through her teeth. "What are you doing here, Tyler"
Tyler smirked. "You should take your own advice and lock your windows. I recall you mentioning the amount of sick people out there. If you haven't heard, there's one more on the loose."
Wednesday stood firm, "You realize I have at least thirteen devices within reach that could kill you. Perhaps that would be generous of me. To put you out of your misery once and for all. Walking around, sulking through the woods all alone. Without a master. I heard about the Jekyll to your hide. Most unfortunate. What will Nevermore do without its pathetic normie science teacher-turned-crazed fangirl psychopath?"
"Don't talk about her," Tyler said. He managed to fight against Wednesdays hold, instead grabbing her hands and forcing her against the wall with her wrists bound above her head. "I'm here to collect what's mine."
Wednesday couldn't reply, because suddenly, his mouth was harsh against hers, his rough lips pressing hungrily into her skin. She could not process what was happening quick enough; bewilderment, shock, hatred, anger, pity, indignation all flooded through her body. One feeling overcame the rest. She kissed him back, biting the edge of his bottom lip. Tyler pulled back, resting his chin atop her temple.
"What do you mean you came to collect what's yours?" Wednesday said, breathless. It was better if she kept him talking, she figured. She could not kiss him again without wanting to rip his clothes off. Despite her better judgement and inherent sense of self-preservation, she was burning with lust for him.
"You," Tyler answered simply, brushing his nose against her own. His voice was deeper, and he spoke with an insidious certainty that the version of him Wednesday used to know wouldn't recognize. "You are mine, Wednesday Addams."
Wednesday held her chin high. "No. That's the difference between you and I. I will never belong to someone else. You will always be subservient to some master, a sociopathic Laurel Gates 2.0. I am the girl you deceived using pheromones and sexual trickery. But trust me when I say you will never make that mistake again."
Tyler was silent. Wednesday heard only his pathetic attempt at shallow breaths and the quick pace of his pulse. She forced herself to steady her own heart. Here he was, the boy that consumed the majority of her thoughts; the boy she hated for hurting Eugene, Enid, and the rest of her friend. the boy she felt a nausea-inducing level of interest in and affection for, even despite everything. Here was the boy she wanted, desperately, and she was telling him to go.
"Wednesday," Tyler whispered, nudging her cheek with the tip of his nose. He kissed the spot right next to her lips before hovering his mouth over hers. His eyes were slightly open, watching hers, to see if she'd reciprocate his kiss, if she wanted this as much as he did. "This connection.. between us. I know you feel it. That's why I'm here. I need to be here."
Truth be told, Wednesday did feel the connection between them. There was something about him that lived inside of her, a craving for him she could not understand. A need to be near him, as much as he needed to be near her. It was unnatural and unnerving, and she couldn't let on that she felt it too. She kissed him openly and fiercely, drawing across the opening of his mouth with her tongue, and held onto him as he lifted her off the ground, hoping shared intimacy would distract him from their predicament.
Despite Wednesday using her tongue, Tyler seemed hesitant, only allowing small, methodical strokes from his own, as if recalling her initial discomfort and displeasure at the feeling during their first kiss. The memory sent a sharp lightening bolt of agony to her heart. It would be easier to hate him if she knew the soft part of himself was entirely an act. But inside, Wednesday knew it wasn't. She knew that he was still the boy who disgustingly loved mint chocolate chip ice cream, who put extra almond-milk whipped cream in Enid's Frappuccino's, who giggled childishly at the bend-and-snap scene in Legally Blonde. Tyler was a monster, a murdering, psychopathic, delusional monster. But he was kind, gentle, and child-like in many ways too. He was a boy filled with contradictions and complexities. And she was a girl, who needed him.
-
Wednesday recalled the evening after the humiliating "talk" with her parents about sex. She hid in her coffin-style bed while her mother Morticia slid into the room, slipping into the en suite bathroom. She heard her mother clearing a drawer, and placing what Wednesday expected to be sanitary napkins, pads, tampons and the likes; menstrual necessities that she would come to need now that she was of age. What she was not expecting to find, was square foil packages, varying sized condoms, in her drawer as well.
Morticia caught her disturbed
glance and returned her surprise with a soft smile. "Should you ever need them my darling, they're here."
Wednesday forgot about them almost completely, hiding them at the very bottom, besides the times her mother came in to change them when they were past the expiry date. It wasn't as if she even needed them exactly, she had gotten the contraceptive arm implant when she turned fifteen, as the idea of a tiny, unwanted cell-destroying tube sitting just below her skin was fascinating.
But when Tyler laid her on the bed, and the warmth of his body enveloped her in fiery heat, her first thought went to the drawer.
Their kiss intensified every second. Tyler's hands traveled across her waist, legs, and stomach. Wednesday's hands traced the bottom of his shirt, attempting to pull it up so she could see the hard muscle of his chest and abdomen. He kissed her neck, collarbone before pulling away momentarily to tear his shirt above his head.
Wednesday suddenly felt shy in her black satin pajamas. She began to unbutton them as Tyler brought his attention back to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His hands gravitated towards her stomach until they met the hem of her pants. His breath was hot on her collarbone, and he breathily asked said "Let me touch you."
Wednesday nodded. She couldn't speak in fear of her voice getting trapped in her throat. What could she even say in a time like this? She could barely make sense of how she felt; there was no room for anything else between them but lust.
Tyler's index finger found her clit, rubbing gently before traveling to her entrance. She was wet and ready for his fingers, so he added one immediately, pushing past any resistance. He fingered her, gently at first before gradually increasing the speed.
Tyler's other hand came to Wednesday's pajama top, unbuttoning the rest to reveal her dark mauve nipples sitting pert on her chest. He licked the curve of her breast before taking her hardened nipple into his mouth. Wednesday moaned, grasping at his hair.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her chest, removing his finger from inside of her. Wednesday's eyes shot open and found Tyler's staring into hers. His pupil's were dilated, and he never blinked or looked away from her.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Is that a serious question?" she replied, deadpan. What kind of question was that? He had murdered more people than she could count on one hand, and tricked her into believing he was a shy, boy-next-door type in the process. He left her to die in Crackstone's crypt, and tried to kill her before Enid fought him off of her. The Hyde inside him was a ticking time bomb, unpredictable and able to diffuse at any moment now that he was without a master.
"Do you trust me, Wednesday?"
She thought about it. Could she trust him not to hurt her? Not likely. At the same time, she had no reason to doubt him in this particular moment and she was desperate. Desperate for his mouth, his touch, even the warmth of his breath on her skin.
Without answering, she cupped his face and brought his mouth to hers in a searing kiss, hoping she could communicate everything she couldn't say.
When he pulled away from her mouth, his gaze was animalistic. He found the hem of her pants and tugged them off completely, leaving her in a pair of plain black lace underwear. She shivered at the sudden feeling of being almost completely bare in her sheets and in front of another person. He pulled her by the ankles to the edge of her bed. Carefully, he placed one ankle over his shoulder, and then another, sliding in between her legs until her thighs were on both sides of his neck.
Wednesday caught a glance of Tyler between her legs, and his eyes were dark, utterly focused, and dark yellow.
He licked the innermost part of her thigh, taking her soft skin into his mouth and biting. The sharp, close contact burned through Wednesday, and she imperceptibly bucked her hips. Tyler chucked softly, kissing her thighs and teasing her before hovering his mouth over her underwear completely. She felt his hot breath at her covered entrance. Suddenly, his sharp teeth ripped through the lace of her underwear until she was completely bare for him. Almost immediately, she felt the soft graze of his teeth on her outer labia, before he swirled his tongue over her completely.
He pulled away once more, just to look her in her eyes. She met them resistantly.
"You are fucking delicious," he growled.
He ate her out like she was his last meal on Earth. Though, the more Wednesday considered it, it probably had been his first meal in quite a while. She wasn't exactly sure how long he had been on the run, and didn't think he had anywhere decent to crash. She put the thought away to revel in the feeling of his mouth bringing her closer and closer to climax. The warmth of his tongue met her entrance before circling back around her clit to suck.
Tyler held Wednesday down by her hip bone as she unconsciously rode his mouth, chasing her high. He inserted one finger, then two focusing his mouth completely around her clitoris. It wasn't long before Wednesday was falling apart on his tongue.
When he pulled back, he found Wednesday lying limp, her head turned into the pillow in an attempt to hide her blissed out facial expression. It was impossible, the blush of her cheeks and still open curve of her mouth was visible. She looked like a fallen angel. Tyler kissed where the part of her neck met her collarbone and whispered. "Okay?"
"I'm fine," Wednesday practically whimpered. "Would you take these off?" She requested, pulling at his trousers and boxers weakly, her energy clearly spent from her orgasm just moments ago. Tyler complied, pulling his bottoms down completely, the spring of his hard length pressing against Wednesday's thigh. He wasn't especially large, nor notably small. Average sized with a slightly wide girth. Fascinated with the sight of him, Wednesday reached forward to grab him, but Tyler jerked back.
"Whoa, easy," he chuckled. "Don't grip it too tight or I'll come right away."
Instead, she traced the line of her finger up and down the length of him.
"Is this what you want?" Tyler asked. Her nod was singular, but sharp. "I kind of need a yes.. and I don't have protection."
Wednesday sat up completely, tossing her legs over the side of the mattress to crawl into the bathroom to pull out a condom, nearly tripping over her shredded underwear in the process. When she finished browsing, she turned around and stood there, wearing nothing but the unbuttoned top of her pajama set. She showed Tyler the condom she grabbed between two fingers. "Yes," she stated.
"Come here," Tyler said. He sat against the headboard of her bed, and she climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs. He kissed her neck before removing the satin of her top, and throwing it off the bed. "You're beautiful. I truly mean that."
Wednesday looked at him, "Your compliment is unnecessary. Just do it."
Hearing her request, Tyler lined his dick up to Wednesday's entrance, still wet from her release. His forehead met Wednesday's and when he opened his eyes, he found her dark ones staring down at him. For the first time, he saw a vulnerability inside them. When he tried to press inside of her, he met the resistance of her hymen.
Wednesday winced ever so slightly. There was a notable sharp pain as he entered her, but she expected no less. After a moment, she removed him herself and rubbed herself against his length. She felt the tip of him against her clit, sending sparks through her body multiple times, before moving him back to her entrance. This time, when she moved him inside of her, the pain was less sharp. It felt more like a dull discomfort that was bearable, even pleasurable by her standards.
"Are you in pain?" Tyler asked, his voice strained.
"Move." Wednesday ordered.
So he did. He thrusted upwards, meeting her hips and sheathing himself entirely inside of her. She met his pace, gradually increasing speed. It was clunky, imperfect, but enjoyable. Tyler held her against him and quickened his pace. When Wednesday slowed down her efforts, Tyler held her hips and flipped them over, positioning himself in between her legs once again before fucking her into the bed. He let go of her hips to grab her hands and hold them on either side of her head. He was on his knees as he thrusted, Wednesday's bottom slightly lifted off of the bed.
"Oh," Wednesday cried, softly. The angle was perfect. His cock was hitting her g-spot at exactly the pace she needed. She never expected to be the kind of girl who could come from penetration alone, being in the small majority who did not need direct clitoral stimulation. But she reveled in the ache of pleasure that was building and becoming more intense with each thrust of Tyler's hips.
"Tell me," Tyler growled, his mouth biting the edge of her ear.
"What?" Wednesday asked, slightly irritated to be distracted from her pleasure.
"Tell me you thought of this. Tell me you want me. Tell me you needed me to make you come."
Wednesday was indignant, but her body was desperate. She felt her legs shaking, her muscles clenching and Tyler's throbbing member bringing her to yet another orgasm. In the end, despite her mental protest, she told Tyler exactly what he wanted to hear. She had thought of this, dreamed of it too. She does want him. She has never wanted anyone else. And she needed to come. He needed to make her come.
Tyler fell apart before Wednesday, moaning loudly and staring intensely into Wednesdays eyes. She came right after him, silently hoping he would keep going long enough to draw out her orgasm as long as possible. She was becoming increasingly sensitive, and as soon as they were both finished, she moved away from him, sitting up to clean herself off and put her pajamas back on.
Wednesday laid next to Tyler, who had made himself at home nuzzling a pillow and within the sheets. She turned to him, stating plainly, "You can stay the night. But it goes without saying that my entire family is off limits to your other half. If I find out either of you touched a single hair on their heads-"
But Tyler feigned sleep. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. Still, Wednesday was unwilling to give up. She needed him to know the lengths she would go to to protect the people she loved from the monster inside of him.
“Tyler," she said, impatiently. "Tyler-“
Tyler opened his eyes briefly. “Yes, Wednesday,” he grumbled “it goes without saying.”
Wednesday wasn't finished. "I will chop off Tyler Jr. before incinerating you both, alive."
"The same Tyler Jr who just made you come all over me?" he teased, eyes still shut.
There was a pause between them.
"Goodnight." Wednesday said, matter of fact.
And they drifted off to sleep, to face unanswered questions and an uncertain future tomorrow.