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cre8inghavoc · 3 months

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What are friends for?

PT. 7

Status: ongoing!!

Updates: no set date.

WC: 2734

Pairing: megumi fushiguro x FEM!reader

Genre/Warnings:[18+] Characters are aged up. This story contains toxic boyfriend, cursing, name calling, self-doubt/hate, angst, breaking up, post-breakup, alcohol, drug use, drunk moments, new friends, dating!au, college!au, no curses!au, dark humour, dark jokes. SMAU.

Recap:

Now that your ex has retrieved his belongings, you're on a tight deadline to get everything packed by the end of the day. You have to move out tonight, especially since you're starting at a new school tomorrow. Plus, moving everything out today will make it much easier to settle into your new room before school starts. And, it's a good way to pass the time until 6:40 PM tonight, when you plan to head to the park.... Tonight will be the moment of truth to see if he decides to show up. You're overwhelmed with the need to apologize for your silence all week and for turning down his invitations to hang out. And then there's the mess with your ex, which just adds to the chaos. You really want to explain to him that your ex was only there to pick up his stuff before you move, but it's hard to make him understand when you hadn't even mentioned your plans to move to begin with.

It just feels like everything is just spiralling out of control…

MEGUMIS POV:

The phone sits there, taunting me with its silent demand for attention. My fingers itch to reach for it, to answer her call, but I know I can't. It's a battle of wills, and I'm fighting against myself. If I give in, I'll only end up forgiving her too easily, forgetting all about her with her ex.

But it's so damn hard.

She's always on my mind, her smile a reminder of genuine warmth that lingers in my thoughts. Her eyes, deep and honest, draw me in with every glance, revealing layers of her soul I can't resist. And her scent... her perfume, it's like a gentle embrace, comforting and alluring, even when she's not around. Every moment with her is like poetry in motion, each touch, each word, sparking a fire of longing within me. She's more than just a person; she's a feeling, an intoxicating presence that I can't shake.

She's a masterpiece in every sense, utterly captivating and impossible to overlook. Despite the simmering anger within me, my deepest longing is to have her close, to revel in the comfort of her embrace. Yet, I restrain myself. I can't muster the strength to answer the phone, to engage with her messages. Not now. At Least not yet….

I glance over at my phone and catch her last message: meet her at the park at 7.

Damn, she makes it so hard to resist.

7 PM…..

The park across from my place. She'll explain what happened. Maybe it wasn't as serious as it seemed... Maybe he just showed up? Knocking at her door, threatening her. Damn it. If that's the case, what the hell is wrong with me? How could I be so blind? What if he intended to harm her, and I just walked away, leaving her alone? Is she okay? The amount of messages she sent suggests she is, but still... How could I be so reckless? What if she got hurt? I would never forgive myself. Never.

Fuck!

I have to go…. I have to make sure she's okay, to reassure myself that my fears are unfounded. And if she needs me, I'll be there, no matter what.

I glance at the time: 6:55 PM.

God damn it...

I won't make it back in time, at least not for another 10 minutes or so. With a heavy heart and a sense of urgency, I gather my thoughts and hit the gas, pushing the limits to get home as quickly as possible, determined to find her and ensure her safety, no matter the cost.

I'll just call her and let her know I'm on my way and that I'll be a little late. As I pick up my phone and dial her number, it goes straight to voicemail twice. Is she ignoring me? No, she wouldn't... Why would she? Maybe her phone's dead? Or maybe she turned it off? I have to get to her as fast as I can.

But as I arrive, the park is deserted, and she's nowhere to be seen. Dread washes over me, realizing I'm 15 minutes late. Did she give up on me? Did she think I wouldn't come? Panic sets in as I frantically search, hoping against hope that she's still here, waiting for me…

But she's not. She's gone. And the weight of that realization hits me like a ton of bricks.

I pick up my phone again, desperate, and dial her number once more. But it goes straight to voicemail again.

"Please, angel... pick up," I whisper into the void, my voice strained with worry.

But there's no answer. Just silence. And in that silence, my fears grow stronger, gnawing at my heart with a relentless grip.

YOUR POV

You arrived at the park five minutes early, hoping against hope that Megumi would show up on time.

6:55 PM.

Anxiety courses through your veins, the uncertainty of his reaction weighing heavily on your mind. Would he even show up? Or would he take your explanation poorly, not believing a word you'd say, and then leave you? Both outcomes are equally terrifying, but you can't shake the feeling that Megumi not showing up might be slightly worse. It would mean he wants nothing to do with you, and you wouldn't even have the chance to explain what actually happened. The guilt would eat away at you.

You've turned your phone off, ensuring that when he arrives, if he does, you won't be interrupted. Your focus would be solely on him.

7:00 PM.

You sit there, waiting, scanning the park for any sign of him. Each person who approaches, you hope it's him, but it never is. With every passing moment, your thoughts spiral further. Was he ever going to show up? Did something happen? Or does he just not want you anymore?

7:10 PM.

You give him an extra ten minutes, clinging to the hope that maybe he's running late. But as the minutes tick by, hope fades into disappointment. He's not coming. He didn't come. What's the point in waiting any longer? Even if he did show up, would you be angry? Upset? Feeling unimportant because of his lateness? Maybe he forgot or didn't see your message? You try to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it's hard. Trust is a fragile thing, especially after what you went through with your ex.

You stand from the bench, tears threatening to spill, but you hold them back as best as you can. The emotions swirl within you—sadness, disappointment, frustration. You start to walk away, making your way back home. You've already packed everything after kicking out your ex, so all that's left to do is go back. The movers said they'd be there by 8 PM to gather your things and take them to your new place.

At 9:40 PM, over an hour has passed since you finally moved into your new place. With the help of your friends, unpacking was a breeze, and it felt surprisingly good to be living with them. As you make your way to your room, you're pleasantly surprised to find it larger than expected. Thank goodness for Toge's spacious house, where even the rooms are sizable. And having your own bathroom? That's a luxury you definitely appreciate.

You take a moment to survey the space, considering how to arrange your belongings. With a generous window offering a view of the expansive backyard—complete with lush green grass, towering trees, and a sparkling pool—you decide to position your bed beside it. It's the perfect spot to gaze at your favorite view, especially with the moon casting its gentle glow outside.

Setting up your room with your friends was a joyous experience, making the whole moving process feel more fun and exciting. As you begin to organize, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment and anticipation for the adventures that await in your new home.

You call out to Maki, asking for her help in setting up your gaming equipment in the corner.

"Yep! Is your PC in this box?" she asks, pointing at the one labeled "fragile."

"Yes, ma'am!" you confirm with a smile.

Turning to Toge and Yuta, you assign them the task of mounting your TV on the wall across from your bed.

“Yes ma’am! You got it!” Toge says, in his usual playful manner, as he salutes.

“You’re so stupid” You say while slapping your forehead.

Laughter fills the room, easing the tension that's been weighing on you all day. You don't realize how late it's gotten until you finally check the clock: 12:12 AM.

With a mixture of relief and gratitude, you thank your friends for their help. However, beneath the surface, the lingering disappointment of Megumi's absence still weighs heavily on your mind. Though you try to push it aside, your friends can sense that something's bothering you.

"Thank you guys so much for helping me. I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time!" you apologize.

"You know you don't have to thank us... We're always going to be here for you!" Maki reassures you.

"I could've been playing Fortnite, so she does have to apologize for taking up my precious time," Toge interjects jokingly, prompting laughter from everyone.

"Sorry, Toge, didn't know Fortnite was more important," you tease back, rolling your eyes.

"Just kidding, obviously you're more important!!!" Toge replies with a smirk, in a sarcastic tone, though what he said is true... you definitely are more important.

"Wow, screw you," you playfully retort, sticking out your tongue and your middle finger as you all continue to laugh.

"How are you feeling now that you're officially moved out?" Yuta sweetly asks.

"Honestly, I feel happy and comfortable. I love being with you guys, and now that we all live together, it's going to be so fun. And I'm going to the same school as you all! Speaking of which, we should probably head to sleep... It's almost 12:30, and we have to wake up at 7 AM," you say, a hint of tiredness creeping into your tone.

"That's good, and we're happy you're with us too! Goodnight, Y/N," Yuta replies with a smile before hugging you and then heading towards the door.

"Finally, I can play Fortnite," Toge jokes before noticing you picking up a pillow.

"Y/N! I was kidding! I WAS KIDDING!" Toge exclaims, darting out of your room as you chase after him, pillow in hand.

The chase leads you both around the house. As you enter the kitchen, Toge quickly runs on one side of the counter, putting distance between you. Determined to catch him, you move to your left, but he mirrors your movements, keeping just out of reach.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Toge grins and taunts you from across the counter, knowing he's outmanoeuvred you for now. But you're not one to give up easily, and with a playful smirk, you prepare to outsmart him in this game.

“Y/N IM SORRY! I SAID I WAS KIDDING PLEASE SPARE MY LIFE!!!! I BEGGGG” he yells out.

“NOT UNTIL YOU APOLOGIZED AND SAY IM YOUR BEST FRIEND AND YOU LOVE ME.” you yell back teasing him.

“NO NEVER!” he runs past you and you chase him back up the stairs but you corner him before he could get to his room.

“IM SO SORRY QUEEN Y/N MY BESTEST OF BEST FRIEND I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!” he says in fear.

“Love you too bestie!! goodnight!” You smile innocently and make your way to your room.

“she's fucking crazy....” he mumbled to himself as he gets back up.

“mmm? what was that?” you say turning back towards him.

“Uhh... N-NOTHING!!! HAHA… NOTHING AT ALL” With a nervous chuckle, Toge swiftly opens the door to his room, slipping inside and securing the lock behind him.

Maki, witnessing the entire exchange, approaches you with a smile to say goodnight. But before she leaves, she asks about Megumi.

Your surprise is evident, but you can't bring yourself to lie to your best friend.

"It's... kinda bad right now. We're not really talking," you admit.

"What? What the hell happened?" Maki responds, shocked.

"He saw my ex at my house today. He was only there to grab his stuff, but then Megumi showed up around the same time, and my ex lied to him... I didn't know he was there until it was too late," you explain with a sigh.

"Why didn't you just call him and explain?" Maki inquires.

"I tried, but he didn't answer at all. I even texted him to meet me at the park across from his house at 7 PM to explain everything, and if he didn't show up, I'd just assume he didn't want to be friends anymore or have any type of relationship."

"And...?" Maki prompts, sensing your hesitation.

"He didn't show up," you admit, feeling your heart drop.

"What the hell? Why wouldn't he show up? That guy is literally obsessed with you," Maki says, clearly bewildered.

"Stop..." you respond, feeling annoyed.

"Stop what?" Maki asks, confused.

"Stop saying shit that isn't true, you really don't need to lie about that." you say, your frustration bubbling up.

"What do you mean?! I've known Megumi since he was a kid, y/n.. He's never been like this, not once with a girl before. Every girl that's ever tried talking to him, he wouldn't even notice or care to at least. He puts no effort in at all. Why do you think when we saw him with you on the couch together, we were extremely shocked. He barely gets near a girl, so the fact that he let you lean on him AND hold your hand shows that he likes you. Like, a lot," Maki explains, her words hitting you hard.

"We're just friends... that's all. And it's normal," you respond weakly, trying to dismiss her observations.

"Maybe normal for you, but definitely not for Megumi. He barely talks to girls, let alone looks in their direction. Seriously, Y/N, you'd have to be blind or stupid to not see that he obviously has feelings for you," Maki concludes, her annoyance evident.

You fall silent, feeling conflicted by her words as she leaves you to ponder the truth of her observations.

"Goodnight, Maki," you respond, your tone tinged with a hint of annoyance. Despite her insistence, you can't shake the feeling that what she's telling you isn't entirely true, convinced that Megumi sees you only as a friend.

"Y/N—" Maki starts, but you cut her off, retreating back into your room and heading straight for bed. Without wasting a moment, Maki quickly pulls out her phone and sends a message to Nobara.

7AM

As your alarm blares, announcing the start of your first day at a new school, a rush of nerves and excitement courses through you. But, having your friends by your side brings a warm sense of familiarity that soothes the uncertainties of the day ahead.

Last night was rough. You couldn't sleep good as thoughts of Megumi consumed your mind, denying you any peace. Despite knowing it's time to move forward, his memory persists, a constant companion in your thoughts. It's tough to shake off the memory of someone who felt so right, even when things didn't quite align.

The second alarm that goes off snaps you out of your thoughts, prompting you to get moving. With a sigh, you drag yourself out of bed and start getting ready for the day.

Arriving at the school, you feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as you head to the office to pick up your schedule. Despite the last-minute transfer, you're relieved that they've welcomed you, easing some of the nerves about starting anew.

You rush up the stairs of the school, the realization that you're running late sets in. Panic starts to rise as you frantically search for your classroom, the maze-like layout of the school making it difficult to navigate.

"Where the hell is this stupid class?" you mutter under your breath, frustration mounting with each passing second.

With your mind solely focused on finding your class, you fail to notice the person standing directly in your path. Before you can react, you run right into them, the impact jolting you back to reality.

Stumbling backward, he reaches out to steady you, his hands gently settling on your waist, you look up to apologize, only to freeze in shock as you lock eyes with the person before you.

"Megumi?" you blurt out, unable to hide your surprise as you take in his familiar features and all-black attire.

His expression remains impassive at first, but as his gaze meets yours, recognition flashes in his eyes.

"Y/n…?"

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finally finished this part... took longer than expected... sorry for the long wait

i rly appreciate ur guys patience <3

this part was kindaaa boring but i promise next one will get more interesting teehee

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bluejay-the-geek · 2 months

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DC characters/moments as Tortured Poets Department songs/lyrics bc i have a light concussion and am very bored (in the album's chronological order)

(disclaimer before someone is triggered- some of the lyrics are taken out of context or interpreted differently than what they actually mean. this is just for fun don't come for me. also this gets pretty angsty towards the end so proceed with caution)

"I was supposed to be sent away, But they forgot to come and get me"- tim drake very obviously bc neglecting parents/boarding school

"I love you, it's ruining my life"- early harleen quinzel about joker

"My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys"- the whole song is just harley quinn idc (pre-harlivy of course)

"Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym"- nightwing def cried at the gym at some point

"I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe"- dick grayson about bruce after moving out of wayne manor

"You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waitin' for the proof, You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days"- remember the whole selena leaving bruce at the alter thing? yeah

"I'd rather burn my whole life down, Than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin', I'll tell you something 'bout my good name, It's mine alone to disgrace"- I'm just getting red hood vibes from this no specific reason

"Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you, Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to"- almost every gotham rouge to batman right after escaping arkham/prison. especially joker, catwoman and riddler lol

"At the park where we used to sit on children's swings, Wearing imaginary rings"- this one specific panel of tim and steph

"And this city reeks of driving myself crazy"- everyone who's ever been to gotham

"All my girls got their lace and their crimes, And your cheating husband disappeared, well, No one asks any questions here"- it's giving gotham city sirens

"Am I allowed to cry?"- maybe it's just me but i thought about clark kent discovering he had different biological parents and grieving about them even though the parents that actually raised him are alive and well

"So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street, Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream, "Who's afraid of little old me?", You should be" red hood's debut

"The scandal was contained, The bullet had just grazed, At all costs, keep your good name, You don't get to tell me you feel bad"- jason todd about the whole making batman choose between him and joker at the end of under the red hood

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"- this is 100% Bane bc he was born and grew up in prison for a crime he didn't even do!! also cassandra cain and damian wayne

(^this is actually the lyric that inspired this entire post lol)

"You caged me and then you called me crazy, I am what I am 'cause you trained me, So who's afraid of me? Who's afraid of little old me?"- kind of a stretch but remember that time they put jason in arkham?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)- again the whole song is harley about joker

"Your arson's match, your somber eyes, And I'll still see it until I die, You're the loss of my life"- bruce about jason. out of all the robins that died, jason's death hit him the hardest. even now when bruce sees red hood, he still sees that happy little kid that he lost

"I can read your mind, "She's having the time of her life", There in her glittering prime, The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night, I can show you lies"- bc we all know Nightwing is always dying on the inside, and it was very true in the discowing era bc it was right after he left the manor

"'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit"- jason pre-bruce

"I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague"- ok so we got joker about batman, cupid about green arrow, hush about bruce wayne... and a bunch of others but it's too many to write lol

"And you deserve prison, but you won't get time"- fucking tarantula that bitch

"The smallest man who ever lived"- the atom! not any of the messages in the song tho ofc he's just very small

"What if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag, Worst sleep that I ever had, I circled you on a map ,I haven't come around in so long, But I'm coming back so strong"- joker to batman after escaping arkham again

"I haven't come around in so long, But I'm making a comeback to where I belong"- jason coming back to protect crime alley after being away from gotham for years after his resurrection

"Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leavin' here with you"- batman and catwoman<3

I Hate It Here- imagine the whole song as homeless jason todd taking shelter in the library💔

"I built a legacy that you can't undo, But when I count the scars, there's a moment of truth, That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you"- bruce built a legacy as batman, and created a huge family he loves, and it hurts to think about but he wouldn't have any of it if joe chill hadn't murdered his parents

"Please, I've been on my knees, Change the prophecy, Don't want money, Just someone who wants my company"- kid bruce grew up all alone in a huge mansion, but he'd give all his billions away in a heartbeat if he could change his parent's fate

"So, they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst"- ok so you might think i chose cassandra cain for this only bc of the name, BUT- cass notices things others don't (like cassandra the prophet...), bc of her skills and abilities she is feared the most (Ik the song said "she feared" not "she is feared" but idc lol). like if someone knew so much about you just by looking you'd think she's some kind of a witch too

Peter- picture this: jason had a childhood friend back at crime alley. he left to live in wayne manor and become robin, and said goodbye to his old friend, promising they'd reunite again in the future. 3 years pass and his friend reads an article about jason's death. now listen to the song and try not to cry (if someone writes that fic send me the link IMMEDIATELY this has been haunting me) here's the link to the song with lyrics bc ik you're too lazy to look it up. also jason's middle name is peter:)

"Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless, Excellent fun 'til you get to know her"- brucie wayne vs batman

"Started with a kiss, "Oh, we must stop meeting like this" But it always ends up with a town car speeding, Out the drive one evening"- catwoman and batman of course<3 the town car is the batmobile speeding out the batcave to catch catwoman (to arrest her or make out with her? probs both)

Robin- ofc we have to go robins for robin! imo that's bruce to dick and jason's robins, and dick to damian when he was his robin. dick and jason- despite the hard times they went through that led to them becoming robins, they were still mostly happy curious kids that run around covered in mud while bruce tried (unsuccessfully) to maintain the innocence they had left. as for damian- it's more of a stretch than the other 2 bc he had no childlike innocence before robin, but dick tried his hardest to extract the child that was hidden inside the ruthless assassin the league created, finally allowing him to experience normal kid things. idk

"He said, "I'm not a donor but, I'd give you my heart if you needed it", She rolled her eyes and said, "You're a professional""-to me this is clark kent completely in love and lois with her sass

"And at last, She knew what the agony had been for"- almost every hero. they suffer, they sacrifice, they fight, and sometimes they want to give up- but at the end of the day, they save lives, so it's all worth it

and that's it folks! feel free to add more/share your insights!!

sorry for any spelling/grammer mistakes, English isn't my first language plus like the title said i had a minor head injury a few days ago and I'm tired soI'm not proofreading this bc I'm going to sleep rn goodnight to all✌️

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glubsurleseuil · 1 month

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Don't be scared - Chapter 3

A Pennywise X F!Reader fanfic. Previous - Next - First

This chapter is horrible and I'm sorry.

Chapter warning: Slight violence.

(Note: It was translated by Deepl, English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for any mistakes. If you want to correct me, don't hesitate!)

(Note 2: I don't know where I found this gif anymore, sorry.)

The house you're in is old. Not just because it seems to be crumbling into dust, nor because it's mostly home to spiders and rats today. The structure is old, probably Victorian with Gothic touches here and there. The fact is, you've had time to visit it several times, the clown not having visited you since your altercation. That was several hours ago now, maybe even a whole day has passed, impossible to say without any landmarks.

During your time in this creaky house, you've noticed several things. Firstly, there's no way to get out, or even to see the outside - all the windows are far too filthy, no matter which room.

Next, most of the rooms are normal, if you forget the general decrepitude, and there's only one you want to avoid at all costs: the room with the clown dolls. You've been there once, but you don't intend to do it again.

Then, even if it seems completely unthinkable, the house has running water. Cold, admittedly, and the pressure leaves something to be desired, but you were able to relieve yourself in the toilet without too much trouble. You even took the risk of drinking it, and so far, so good.

Finally, you've found a well in the cellar. An old, half-collapsed stone well with a pestilential smell. You've thought about getting going down it, eventually, if you really have no other choice and if at least it's possible…

After a while, you really got the feeling you were going round in circles, bored even. Hunger began to make itself felt, and you were able to more or less calm it with water. You also wanted to take care of your wounds, especially the one on the back of your head, but you concluded that it wasn't a big deal, so as not to admit that it healed on its own…

You've found a bookcase next to the fireplace, but the books it contains are strange… The only one in English is 'House of leaves', a book you tried to read once and it made you lose your head. You didn't want to repeat the experience.

After a while, as you sit idly on the sofa, sleep catches up with you and you fall asleep in spite of yourself. You've had that dream again, and this time you're able to recall it with unnerving accuracy: You're in the forest, getting closer to the big oak tree, it's daytime but Derry and the surrounding area are engulfed in thick gray smoke, like the remains of an old fire. It's hard to breathe and your eyes are undeniably watering. In this sad, gray landscape, you catch a glimpse of color: a red balloon. You rush to grab the string and it carries you upwards. When you finally break through the cloud of intoxicating smoke stuck to Derry, you see the lights and colors of the sky, dazzling you with a magnificence you simply can't describe.

You wake up at this point, wondering what the clown - for you no longer doubt, he's the one responsible for these dreams - is trying to convey to you. Maybe he's trying to reassure you, so you won't be afraid anymore? That would be consistent with his requests. Or maybe he knows about your paralyzing fear of heights and you always wake up before he drops you and you crash like a bird poop in the dusty Derry of your dream.

In any case, at least you feel rested, despite your situation and…

One second. You don't remember covering yourself up before falling asleep. Where did that blanket come from…?

For a moment, you hold your breath, attentive to the slightest noise in the house. But apart from a few creaks from the old wood it's made of, you hear nothing that would suggest anyone's there. Suddenly, a scent tickles your nostrils. It's not a musty smell or old dust, no. Quite the opposite, in fact. Your stomach growls, encouraging you to follow the scent and forget about being careful.

In the kitchen, on the table in the center of the room, you find the culprit of that delicious smell: a children's menu from McDonald's. You resist the urge to throw yourself on it. You move closer, checking every corner of the room to make sure no one's there. Then you stare at the menu box. Red and yellow, just like you remember. Is this for you? You don't hesitate long; you don't have to answer to that damn clown.

The smell becomes more intense as you open the box, and your stomach gurgles again. You grab the first thing that comes along, the French fries, and devour them without manners. Then you slow down for the hamburger, savoring it a little more until you're halfway through, when your eyes land on the toy still in the box. You pick it up with an unsure hand, bringing it closer to make sure it's not a dream. It's a Ronald Clown figurine, or so you first thought. But no, it's the clown, your clown (your clown?). What did he say his name was again? Pennywise? Yes, it's a figurine of him in Ronald's clothes, about the size of your palm, with a sign between his hands that reads…. You guessed it…

DON'T BE SCARED

Your eyebrows furrow in a mixture of puzzlement and exasperation as you watch every detail of the toy between your fingers, as if expecting to see it move. After a while, when you realize that it's indeed plastic, you toss it across the room with annoyance and it bangs loudly against the door of the old, worn fridge.

You bite into your hamburger once more, then a slow grinding noise makes you stop in your tracks. You turn slowly towards the fridge and your eyes widen in terror at the sight before them: the clown, Pennywise, his body curled up and twisted in a way impossible even for a contortionist, is wedged into the fridge, looking at you with his head upside down. You move backwards at an extremely slow speed, your body paralyzed by a kind of terror mixed with fascination, as he emerges from the fridge, turning his limbs at impossible angles to get back upright. When he's done, smiling and leaning slightly forward as if waiting for your reaction. In fact, you hesitate between running away and applauding.

When you don't react, the clown's smile turns into a disappointed pout and he straightens up. Then his eyes alternate between you and the toy at his feet, as annoyance twists his features dramatically and he picks it up with a theatrical gesture to place it on the table.

"This is a gift." He says to you in a deeply offended tone.

You're not sure how to react and it takes you several seconds to reply.

"Sorry, I'm not a child anymore."

Your words only darken his gaze, which changes from a sulky expression to real anger. He takes a heavy step towards you and you drop your burger, really backing away this time. You find yourself trapped in a corner of the room, with nothing to defend yourself, and your anguish mounts as his face contorts into an inhuman grimace.

"Stop. Being. SCARED!"

Pennywise jumps on you, slamming your arm against a wall and grabbing your chin before sniffing loudly. You see his eyes roll back and his teeth become as thin as toothpicks as he opens his mouth, drool dripping from his lips.

You scream and push him away as best you can with your free arm and legs, but there's nowhere to run. You watch him shake his head and speak sharp words you don't understand. As he turns to face you once more, the clown has regained a more normal appearance and is contorting himself as if to restrain himself from attacking you again. He swallows doubtfully before speaking.

"If you continue to offer me such irresistible fear… I'll have to eat you."

In your brain, a light goes on. You tilt your head to the side as you look at him, silently repeating your question to yourself several times before asking it aloud.

"You mean… it's my fear that makes you want to eat me?"

An incredulous smile lights up Pennywise's face and he starts clapping, hopping and giggling like a real clown.

"Oh oh oh! Well done! You've finally figured it out, clever girl! You've earned my toy!"

He's clearly making fun of you and, even if it annoys you, it has the merit of calming your fear. You cross your arms in annoyance, waiting for him to finish his act, which he eventually does.

"Now… Now you can help me." His eyes light up like a child's at Christmas.

"Help you?"

"Yes, that's why I'm keeping you alive, after all. You see, for ages I've been playing with humans, haunting their dreams, their nightmares, terrorizing them with their greatest fears and then devouring them."

He pauses, clearly enjoying the fearful look you're giving him.

"It was fun, yes. A lot of fun. Until those filthy… Losers got in the way. That they spoiled Pennywise's fun and forced me to hibernate early and…"

The clown's eyes grow distant, empty, and you get the impression that it's costing him to finish his sentence.

"…they killed me. Just when Pennywise had missed them so much… and we still had a lot of games to play…"

He turns his head sharply towards you, annoyed again.

"But it doesn't matter because now Pennywise doesn't need them anymore. Pennywise found you and you're going to help me understand what they did to me. To understand what's changed and why playing with human fears isn't fun anymore."

His words are totally confusing for you and you haven't understood how you could be useful, but you understand that it's a subject that affects him and he seems very angry, so you prefer not to say anything for the moment. At your lack of reaction, the clown approaches you again, more slowly.

"I won't hurt you if you help me. And if you're not scared…*

You hesitate, but do you really have a choice? Even though you don't really know what you're accepting, you finally nod. He seems happy with it, because he smiles at you and you notice that his sharp teeth have disappeared, that they now resemble rabbit teeth.

"Excellent! I'll come back later. You can occupy yourself by playing with the toy." He says before leaving the room towards the staircase that leads to the cellar where the well is.

Silence returns and you're still stuck in a corner of the kitchen, processing what's just happened. You conclude that you need to find a way out quickly, or risk spending the rest of your life helping a demon clown figure out who-knows-what, and spending your free time playing with Happy Meal toys featuring him.

#it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise x reader #pennywise x you #pennywise fanfiction #it #horror #I'm so glad i finish this stupid chapter

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nicole-timey-wimey-stuff · 27 days

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Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

Dbf Joel Miller x fem reader (previous) No apocalypse AU

Spencer Reid x reader

Based on Taylor Swifts song, who’s afraid of little old me.

Warnings- Angst! Lots of angst, reader has a breakdown. Arguments, Joel’s a dick!, cuss words, supportive parents, Spencer’s a sweetheart as always, mentions of infidelity, heartbreak, some suggestive thoughts, 18+, if you like a Dbf Joel happy ending don’t read this! Happy ending with Spencer though.

So this idea just kinda popped into my head after listening to the song over and over, so at 2am I hashed this out (probably terribly proof read), also I am nearly finished with Pretty little letters 2, which will be up in a few days :).

We’ve all had that one ex who lead us to temporary insanity during the break up. 💔

Word count- 3.4K

The scandal was contained

The bullet had just grazed

At all costs, keep your good name

You don't get to tell me you feel bad

… Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke

Then we could all just laugh until I cry

… So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street

Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream

"Who's afraid of little old me?"

I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean

"Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth"

Who's afraid of little old me?

Well, you should be

… You should be

(You should be) You should be

'Cause you lured me (you should be)

And you hurt me (you should be)

And you taught me

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Numbness, the feeling you felt right now. He was explaining to you why it had to be this way, why he had to end everything you had built together. Your dads best friend, that’s who you’d fallen for, like an idiot you allowed yourself to be swept off your feet by this man. He initiated this, started this crazy love affair, yes you’d flirted with him but never in your wildest dreams did you think anyone would act on anything.

You’d told him as much when this first started, said this wasn’t a good idea, that you’d get caught, someone would end up hurt, or he’d lose his 11 year friendship with your dad. He assured you that you’d figure it out together, that he wanted you and he wasn’t going to let you go now he finally had you. He’d broken every promise.

Joel Miller, a man who was supposed to have honour, be someone you could trust in, he’d wrecked it all. “So that’s it? It’s over? You’re ending this now? After you promised we could work through anything?” You demanded.

“Yeah darlin, I’m sorry but it’s for the best, your dad is getting suspicious, and people in the community saw us together, we can’t keep givin’ them the grabbing somethin’ for your father crap y/n! This needs to end, I shouldn’t have let it go this far” Joel declares.

“Or we could just tell them we are together? That we care about each other?” You ask.

“No” he deadpans, “This ends now, I’m sorry y/n” then he walks away, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart.

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Days, you sat there in your window seat staring out into space, you went through everything over and over in your head, where you’d gone wrong, what had you done to cause him to break things off? He promised! Promised you’d get through it all, that you’d sort things out, and you believed him! How naive were you? You’d given yourself to him completely.

You felt ashamed, how did you let this happen? Surely you knew it could only lead to heartbreak. Memories of heated nights fill your mind, tender touches, deep kisses while he buried himself inside you. Tears sting your eyes once more, before you choked on full blown sobs. Burying your face into your hoodie sleeves you scream out in tearful frustration.

A week passes by in a blur, you decide to pull yourself out of this zombie state, deciding to go to the community BBQ this evening, you’d see him there and if you act like maybe nothings bothered you, he’d see his mistake and beg for you back? Or you’d at least get some closure.

You showered, put on your best little black sundress and gave yourself some Smokey eyes to complete your look. Heading down the stairs your dad seemed shocked to see that you were coming, “Hey kiddo! I didn’t think you’d be up for tonight, with how sad you’ve been. You ready to tell me what’s going on now?” He asks, “Boy trouble dad, I’ll be ok” you respond.

He pulls you into a tight dad hug, kissing the top of your head. “Well you know I’m always here for you kiddo right?” He asks, “Yeah dad I know, I’m fine I promise.” You try to assure him “Ok, come on then” he responds before motioning you out the door.

The BBQ was your typical neighbourhood party, people already drunk singing country anthems at the top of their lungs, kids running riot, their mothers trying to keep up. But there in the corner talking to his brother Tommy stood Joel, looking as handsome as ever as he was animatedly explaining something. You make your way over to him but stop dead in your tracks, his ex Tess walks out of the community hall and straight into Joel’s arms, he gives her a smile wrapping his arm around her shoulders, before continuing his story with Tommy.

You stood in absolute shock, it’s been 10 days! Just 10 mere days since he broke things off with you! The audacity! Was this already going on when you were together? You must have caught his attention in your current state, because he was now walking towards you, ‘fuck this!’ You think, before you turn around and run for the exit, shoving anyone in your way aside. “Y/N!” You heard Joel shout, “Y/N wait! Please let me explain” he continues, but all you can do is run! And before you know it you’d ran 6 streets over to your front door.

You slam the door closed behind you locking it and falling to the floor, as sobs wrecked through you, how could he do this? Was it all a lie?. You fell into your bed eventually, the tears wearing you out into a deep sleep.

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You avoided him for days, he’d tried coming over several times while your dad was at work. You ignored every knock, every call, he’d even sent you a ton of messages.

Hey y/n

Please answer, we need to talk about this please!

Hey again

Look please I need to explain it all, please don’t tell your dad everything in spite. I know this has probably upset you, but I can’t have my name dragged through the mud here. I have a family, Sarah is your age, she can’t find out please.

And so they went on, you’d gone from sad to angry now, you allowed the burning embers of rage overtake you. How dare he! He should have thought of that before he started this, he doesn’t get to keep his good name, tell you he feels bad but to get on with it. No this wasn’t going to go down this way!

4th July celebrations were in progress, there was to be a whole day of it. Fireworks on the green, a community party, alcohol and EVERYONE would be there. It’s been two weeks since the BBQ, two weeks you’d ignored Joel and gathered up all your anger, tonight was the night you’d release it. To think you used to be so tame, so gentle and kind, he’d stomped it all out of you, you deserved closure. Was it closure though you seeked? Or was it revenge.

As you arrived at the party the sun was beginning to set, bright colours painting the sky. All eyes watched you as you walk through the crowds, most likely still wondering about your fast exit last time, or the determined look on your face making them all nervous. You make your way over to the bar ordering two whiskeys, you promptly neck one, letting the amber liquid burn your throat, before taking the other with you. Joel spots you instantly, leaving Tess’s side to come talk to you, panic written all over his face.

“Y/N hey, can we talk please? I need to explain things and then we can put this all behind us” Joel asks, you let out a humorous laugh “Put this behind us? You move on in mere days, and I’m to get over it? Did it begin before we ended?” You demand, “What! No! I bumped into her a couple of days after our conversation, look let’s move somewhere where less public people are watching” he offers.

“Ha! Why? Are you afraid of little old me?” You goad, while he stutters at your outspoken comment you declare,

“You should be”.

“What, y/n no come on we can sort it” he pleads, you hadn’t noticed your dad watching your exchange with worried eyes, nor had you seen him make his way over to you both “Hey guys is everything ok here?” Your dad asks, “Well maybe you should ask Joel that, how about it Joel? Is everything ok?” You sneer, “Buddy?” Your dad asks him, “Yeah everything’s fine, isn’t it y/n?” He asks imploring you to see reason.

“No, no it’s not, I’m sorry what did you think was going to happen Joel? I said at the start we shouldn’t have began this, you told me we’d sort through it. You made me fall for you, told me you fell for me too, then when things got hard you dumped me, moved on to her two days later!” You shout pointing at Tess, everyone was now watching you, hearing the raised voices. “Joel, please tell me this isn’t true” your dad implores, “I’m so sorry Dave, I’m so sorry, it just happened I never meant for it to go this far” Joel begs, a loud smack echos through the air, gasps heard from everyone as your dads fist connects with Joel’s jaw.

Tess comes running over now, and your dads loosing it with Joel “How could you! My daughter Joel! She’s the same age as Sarah!”

“I know buddy I know, I have no excuse, I ended things when I realised what I’d done, I didn’t mean to hurt her” Joel answers, “She’s only 20 Joel! You’re 48! Did you really think her emotionally mature enough to consent and then deal with the break up?” your dad bellows. Tess is the one standing in shock now, clearly she had no clue about you at all. “Well I didn’t think she’d act this crazy no!” Joel shouts, this time it’s your fist that connects with Joel’s face, his nose lets out a loud crack as your hand makes contact.

“Fuck you Joel! Never come near me again! Never call or message, stay the hell out of mine and my dads lives!” You state, “Dad can we go please?” You whimper “Yeah, of course darlin, come on let’s get out of here”. You turn to the crowd who are all still silent, staring at you in shock “What!” You shout, anger still filling you, your dad ushers you away from the crowds and into the car.

Once you’d arrived home your dad finally spoke to you, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Tears start falling again, “I thought he loved me dad, I though we’d work it out, then eventually tell you. I’m such an idiot!” You cry, he pulls you in tight “No sweetheart you’re not, you’re not. We will get though this, I’m here for you”.

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That was six years ago now, you’d packed up and moved up north back in with your mother, both you and your dad decided it was for the best. He didn’t want to see you go, but you weren’t emotionally stable at that point and you needed to get away from the ‘Situation’.

So after a lot of therapy, comfort from your mum and your dad, some self reflection and some determination, you graduated medical school with honours. You’d completely turned your life around, joined an amazing team at the BAU (behavioural analysis unit) as their resident pathologist.

Which is where you met a wonderful man called Spencer Reid. He was everything you needed in a partner, he was kind, sweet, attentive and he showed you off as his proudly.

You loved this man immensely, you’d been completely honest about your past, about Joel, and your break down. He’d in turn told you about his mum, all her issues, and his sad childhood. He also told you about his addiction that he’s overcome, you became each others rocks, one another’s biggest supporters, but most of all you made the other whole again.

Your parents loved Spencer, they disagreed with most things, but they both agreed that Spencer was perfect for you, he brought out the best in you and they were so happy that you were happy.

Walking into your shared apartment after a long day at comic con, you took off your matching Dr Who scarfs and cuddled up on the couch. “That was great fun! We should make this an annual thing!” You declare, “Yeah absolutely, did you know that the first comic con began in 1970 when a small group of comic book, movie, and science fiction fans from San Diego put on an event, only 300 people attended! And since then, Comic-Cons grown into the global phenomenon that it is today” Spencer explained, you smiled along loving his info dumping. He always gets so excited, and you love watching his face light up as he tells you whatever fact is on his mind.

“That’s so interesting! Well I thank that group of fans then, because that was super fun!” You reply, Spencer smiles at you before pulling you into a sweet kiss. “Have you decided what you want to do this weekend? Did you want to go?” He asks, tentatively moving a strand of hair from your face. “I don’t know, it’s hard because Mrs Harris has been next door to me and my dad since forever, it’s her 80th birthday party and I should go. But part of me still worries about seeing him there” you explain.

“I know, and I understand. But I will be there with you the whole time holding your hand.” He offers, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a loving kiss to your palm. “Yeah, ok we will go, but if I get uncomfortable at any point….” “Then we will leave” he states, you nod “Ok”.

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Arriving back in Austen Texas was nerve wrecking, your leg shakes in the cab back to your dads place. Spencer places his hand on your thigh to try and steady its shaking, “Hey, look at me baby, it’s going to be ok! You have me and your dad and we aren’t going to let anyone be mean to you” Spencer assures. Your sweet sweet man, if only it was that simple, you place your hand over his and give it a little squeeze, your way of saying I’m ok.

As you exit the car you take in the house you’d always called home, not much had changed. There was a new lick of paint on the exterior, some new plants out front, but all in all it was the same. You sigh, it was nice to be home again, for the last six years your dad had come to Virgina to see you, so you didn’t have any unwanted feelings arise, but now it was time. Time to put everything behind you, to get real closure and relinquish any power he still has over you.

The front door opens abruptly startling you, “There she is!!! My baby girl is home” your dad gushes as he pulls you into a big bear hug, “It’s great to see you again too Spencer” he adds. “Nice to see you again too sir” Spencer replies, “Please you don’t need to use sir it makes me feel old as hell” your dad laughs, causing Spencer to bashfully nod. “It’s great to see you dad, six months has been too long!” You admit, “It sure is baby girl! Ok let’s get you both settled in before the big event this evening” your dad says, grabbing your bag and heading inside. He was still a little worried about how you were going to get through today, even though you had assured him several times you were ok, that you needed to do this in order to fully move on from the situation.

Dressed up that evening you stared at yourself in your old bedroom mirror, flashbacks of this very same moment six years ago go through your mind, only this time you have Spencer holding your hand, the love of your life, your best friend. Also this time your dad knew what was going on, you had love and support, this time was different.

“You look beautiful” Spencer smiled, “I’m so lucky to call you as mine” he admits pulling you against him, hands cupping your face as his lips meet yours in a loving kiss. You shake your head, “No it’s me that’s lucky, because I have you” you whisper against his jaw, nuzzling your nose against his neck, letting his scent comfort you. “Come on then, let’s get this over with” you declare, “Ok baby, remember what we said?” He asks, “Yup three squeezes to your hand and we will leave right away” you recite, he nods at you guiding you out the room and down the stairs.

You arrive at the community centre and take it all in, the last time you were here your heart broke, but holding Spencer’s hand you actually felt ok, there were fairy lights webbed above your head, twinkling in the night air, lighting up the courtyard. Mrs Harris stood by food table helping herself to all the sweet treats, you huff a small laugh under your breath, some things never change. Walking up to her you see her face light up “y/n! It’s so good to see you dear, it’s been years! How are you? And who is this handsome young man?” She asks, causing Spencer to go a bright shade of pink, “Mrs Harris! Happy Birthday!” You say as you give her a warm hug, “This here is my boyfriend Spencer, we met at work. And yeah I’m good thank you! Life is really good actually” you smile.

“That’s great my dear, you deserve all the happiness you get, I hear you’re a Doctor now! What an achievement, your dad must be so proud!” She gushes, “Yeah bless him, I work for the FBI now as their pathologist” you explain, “Wow, that’s impressive, well done you! Well make sure you come say goodbye before you leave dear, maybe pop over mine for some tea too?” She asks, “Yeah I’d love that” you confirm.

Walking off you smile at Spencer, you hadn’t even noticed Joel yet, but he heard and witnessed the whole conversation, he’d heard you went to med school but didn’t know you had actually become a Doctor, nor that you had joined the FBI. That’s probably due to the loss of friendship with your father, he watched you with sad eyes, you hadn’t even noticed him yet, so swept up with this new love of yours.

You on the other hand had taken to the dance floor with Spencer, giggling as he twirled you around and pulled you in close. What had you done to deserve this wonderful sunshine of a man, he brightens up every dark corner of your mind, guiding you through and back into the light. You look over his shoulder and your eyes meet with Joel’s, you offer him a nod, one to say hey, and it’s ok I’m over it, I’ve moved on. This causes a searing pain in his chest, he hadn’t moved on, Tess left him that night after the truth came out. He’d realised he did still have feelings for you, he just got in his head and ran off like a scared little boy. A decision he bitterly regrets, looking at you now you’d truly gown up into a mature, brilliant and beautiful woman, despite the pain he’d caused you, you’d blossomed into a force to be reckoned with, a Doctor and an FBI agent.

You however felt closure, real closure this time, one that only develops after learning to love yourself, from realising you are enough and you can do anything you put your mind too, having a loving supportive partner helps too. You smile up at Spencer, resting your forehead against his, life has a funny way of working itself out to be the way it was always meant to be.

#dbf joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller age gap #joel miller x you #dbf!joel #dbf x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid

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orionhere · 2 years

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Behold

The Holee Trinity

Also spoiler from his affection story:

Note that I can only read a little of chinese & with help of translator lol, so I'm so sorry if there's some mistranslation😥😥😥

There's something wrong with his M.I.N.D that causing his consciousness overlap with each other (?) So in chapter one his memory is back when he was 9 years old. Ofc with the memory of 9 years old, he doesn't know us at that time, so yeah, he's kind of wary to us, Liv, and Lucia

"I'm 9 and a half years old" Lee bantering with Asimov lmao

"Fragment of his childhood consciousness currently take over his frame. The age stage of specifics consciousness.... I'd say about 9 years old at most?"

"9 and a half years old, thank you." LMAOOOO

"I can understand what you're saying here, but it's impossible. I am standing here right now, how could this all just a fragment of my consciousness?"

"This is the truth, Mr. 9-and-a-half-years-old." ASIMOV 🤣

Hey, Mr. eye with dark circles, can I touch this?

No.

I know how it works, so you don't need to worry I'd break it.

No.

ALSO HE'S SULKING WHEN HE'S BEEN TOLD 'NO' TWICE BY ASIMOV LMAOOOO

Skk gave him milk, hence the blushing face.

The next day, it's the consciousness from his time as an assassin. (During when he desperately need money for Murray's treatment) He misunderstood he was being taken captive and asking where the exit route is as he hold Skk hostage. Lucia restrained him.

Long story short, after Skk explaining the problem, he tells us about his job as an assassin to required money fast. Also he keeps asking about Murray's wellbeing (awwwww).

The next day, he and Skk go outside (under the assumption that Skk has a task for Lee). They went to Cerberus base, asking if Murray is there at that time, but he's not there. (But Vera appeared instead lol. Don't want Vera to know what's going on with Lee, they ran XD)

ICE CREAM DATE

So yeah, basically Skk buy him ice cream.

"It's... Sweet..." I'm gonna combust

During these consciousness problem, he would take notes on his notebook (Skk called it diary lol) to keep record.

Hence the childish-style writings from his 9-years-old version. "I accidentally grazed Skk's ear with my gun." "The infected is a monster, it's terrifying."

"Skk fell asleep on the desk with all of many reports and document about specialized frame around. Skk also been working very hard lately. Let's leave something as a thank you, maybe a gift." LEE😭😭

Skk, Lucia and Liv kind of prepare a party (?) for him in the end. During this, Lee's consciousness problem almost solve. Before that, Lee ask Skk what we would want as a sorry/thank you gift for all this problem. Skk want the "diary" that Lee used to keep record of his difference memories from before.

ALSO LEE SAYING THE "HEAT-REGULATION SYSTEM FAILURE" WHEN HE BLUSH AGAIN, I SWEAR TO GOD

Lee give Skk a chip that contain projection from his past consciousness (From childhood, Kurono era, early Gray Raven (Palefire frame) and Entropy frame era) as a thank you gift.

"Thank you for the milk... Skk. The future me is really lucky to have met an excellent commandant." (Kid Morian)

"I'm sorry again, Skk. I.... The ice-cream...it was delicious." (Kurono era)

Palefire just telling you that you have grown and all that stuff lol

"Even if the road ahead is dark, it's alright to shine side-by-side with a star like you in the night sky." (Entropy)

"I will always be "Lee from Gray Raven", and I will stand by your side." JESUS CHRIST THIS GUY IS BAD FOR MY HEART

Anyway, that's what I got from rough translation lol. Sorry if there's some mistranslation or I didn't convey the deeper meaning good enough (also bc I don't fluent in English so my vocab is limited 😥)

In conclusion, PROTECT LEE AT ALL COST

I'd say sorry to Chrome bc Lee just took your 1st place in my heart again😭😭

#punishing: gray raven #punishing gray raven #pgr #pgr lee #pgr cn #orion shittalk #pgr spoiler

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betyloca · 5 months

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headcanons din djarin jado courted by a yautja female

• You were companions since Grogu arrived.

• At first he saw them as a strong and important companion, which he liked.

• He saw that he didn't have to rescue you like a damsel in distress, you were a tough warrior to break.

• despite your intimidating appearance you were very gentle and delicate with grogu

• That child saw you as his mother and you saw the poor guy who said otherwise.

• Over time I developed feelings for you but I thought you would never notice a human.

• Compared to your species he was not tall or as strong as them, even you were taller than him.

• What he didn't know was that he had you eating in the palm of his hand.

• One day while he was walking through the market buying groceries he saw a flower with thorns, it reminded him of you.

• When he arrived at the ship he gave it to you.

- Hey din, did you swallow the meat I asked for?

- yes *handing you the bag*

-thank you

- I also brought you this* taking out the flower*

- *taking the plant in your hands*

- it reminded me of you

- *purring as he goes to his cabin to put it away*

• He thought you were upset by your purring, he thought it was growling.

•but you only went to leave the flower in a container so that it wouldn't wither

• From that day you started courting him.

• When you had farms I gave you bones from your prey

• you even made bracelets together with grogu

- What do you think, Grogu, this one or this one?

- uhh * pointing to a fang*

- what a good style you have, darling

• Poor boy, he didn't understand why you gave him such a thing but he accepted it.

-*handing him the bracelet*

- Eeh thanks * heading to the cabin *

- *looking at Grogu with happy purrs* he liked me

• Until you noticed that he never wore it, you thought he didn't like it.

• but he always had it in his pocket

•He began to notice how you tried hard in the hunts to impress him.

• also how you became more jealous and possessive when a woman approached him

- *din buying ammunition* how much does this cost

- 100 credits *looking flirtatiously* and tell me, Mandalorian, do you have a partner?

- sorry *looking at the woman*

- You know, are you alone?

- He already has a partner * you answer him while you pay him, growling at him * he's not alone, he has me

- Are you a woman?

-Hey, don't talk to him *defending yourself*

- ell-osde'pauk cjit ooman

• With that I began to suspect that maybe you had feelings for him.

• You didn't say a word to him all day long, you were upset about that woman.

• you were indifferent for a few days

• Din Avese asked Grogu what was wrong with you.

• until one day walking through Tatooine he saw another yautja

• had to find the courage to talk to you since he learned from you that they don't have to be bothered

• At first the male yautja ignored him until he told him that he had a friend of the same species.

• Had caught his attention, he asked Din about your behavior. He started to pay attention until he asked him.

- Does she try to impress you in battles?

-yes he even gave me a bone bracelet

- *suffered laughter* pff

- what is so funny?

- oh ooman *laughing*she is courting you

- she what?

- those are courtship rituals in our species

• after the yauja advised him he went straight to see you

• You had put Grogu to sleep when Din came in.

•you could notice how he tensed

- what's the matter?

- I have a gift for you

- a gift?

• He took out a necklace of fangs and bones

- I didn't know you were courting me so I returned the favor.

- *purring* are you courting me?

- Yes Cyar'ika I love you* showing you that she is wearing the bracelet that I made for her*

- *purring with happiness*

• He took off his helmet, he didn't care about breaking his creed, he wanted you to see it.

• You did it too, he wasn't afraid of you but administration.

• resting his forehead against yours while you purred.

• Now I understood that they were purrs and not growls.

-you are beautiful

- I adore you so much setg'in

• He knew that you would not allow yourself to be courted by any other ooman or yautja.

• only with him

• In the shadows you could see a little boy happy that his parents love each other.

yautja translation

ooman/human

cjit/ damn

ell- osde'pauk/ fuck you

setg'in/ mortal

mando'a translation

cyar'ika/dear, loved, darling

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Would you like more of this? If you like it just let me know.

#din dijarin x reader #x reader #reader yautja #yautja female #yautja #yatja x reader #din djarin #the mandaloria/reader #the mandalorian #grogu #the mandalorian headcanons #star wars x reader female #star wars #yautja x human #pedro pascal

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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OMG! I just had an idea that would be so cute! What if reader found out the day that the Bad Batch were brought out of their growth chambers (or tubes I think) and decides to treat it like a birthday. Like makes a cake and gets presents and everything. Not sure if good for a headcanon or fanfic but thought it would be cute if your interested.

That is indeed a sweet idea!

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Happy Birthday

Fluff! Okay, maybe a little suggestive too...

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You got your hands on files about Clone Force 99. You are delighted to see the dates they were taken out of their tubes. It's kind of a birthday date, and you know exactly what you'll do with this information.

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Hunter

"Where are we going, Cyare?", he asks with a chuckle, as you lead him through the undergrowth on a forested moon.

"You'll see, just a little more patience, we're almost there"

Finally, you arrive at a clearing in the forest. The sun shines through the sun shines through the canopy of leaves above you, onto a picnic blanket. It's a beautiful, remote place, surrounded by blooming trees and bushes.

A large cooler bag stands next to the blanket, containing drinks, snacks and a festive cake. You ask him to sit down and unpack everything.

Hunter looks at everything, amazed. His dark gray eyes widened.

"What's this all about? Are we celebrating something? It's not our anniversary. What did I miss?"

You beam at him and say, "Your birthday, Hunter!"

"What?"

He's pretty puzzled.

"Cyare... I don't have a birthday"

"Yes you do... in a way", you say with a smile and grab something hidden under the cake.

It's a present, a package wrapped in colorful paper. As you hand it to him, he slowly, carefully takes it.

"I don't understand", he says with a sweet but confused little smile.

"I found data about you. About the day when you left the tube. I'd consider it your birthday"

Hunter chuckles, "I didn't even know the date"

"Well, now you do. Open the present, please"

You watch him excitedly as he unwraps the gift and reveals a fine wooden, lengthy case. There is an emblem engraved in the wood.

"No way", he says a little breathless, recognizing the symbol, it's the symbol of a vibro-knife manufacturer, the best one there is.

"Open the case", you say with a wide grin.

Inside is a vibro-knife, probably the finest he's ever seen, it's engraved with his name and the Clone Force 99 emblem.

"Cyare! That must have cost a fortune!"

You laugh softly and say, "It took a while to gather the credits for it, but it's absolutely worth that look on your face"

He feels warm and giddy. It's probably the best gift he ever received and the fact that you made all this for him, even giving him his very first birthday celebration, makes him love you even more.

Hunter smirks at you.

"You know, since it's my birthday, and we are alone for the first time in weeks, I'd have a special birthday wish"

"Oh? Are you even old enough for that?", you chuckle.

"No, but I'm still a grown man"

You beckon him closer with your finger.

"Show me"

Echo

You two sit in a rooftop restaurant on Naboo. You invited Echo and you can see he is nervous the whole time. He knows something is going on, but he's not sure what.

"Relax, love", you say softly, "The reason why we are here is a good thing"

He chuckles and relaxes a little.

The view is stunning, a lake nearby, flora is in its full bloom and the buildings around are so pretty.

After dinner, at desert, he finally asks, "Okay, but why are we here today? Is there something special going on that I missed?"

You can't help but chuckle.

"Echo, my love, would you please relax for a moment?"

"I'm relaxed"

"No, you are not"

"Of course I am"

With a knowing smile, you cock an eyebrow at him.

"I know you good enough to know that you are not"

Echo sighs.

"Okay. Maybe I'm a little nervous. This is a really fancy restaurant, and we haven't had much time for each other lately, so I thought... maybe this is your way of breaking up with me and trying to let me down easy"

You gasp, "What? That's what you thought this is? You were supposed to enjoy this! It's for your birthday!"

"My what now?"

You sigh and wave at the waiter, "Bring me the package please"

As you turn back to Echo, you explain, "I found files about you, with the date of the day when you got out of the tube"

Echo raises his brows then smiles softly.

"Oh, and you thought it's like a birthday?"

"Yeah! Why not?"

Echo's smile widens.

"I like the idea. This is really sweat, Cyare"

The waiter comes with the package and puts it in front of Echo. It's a big box, wrapped in colorful paper.

"A gift? For me?"

You nod.

"Yes. A birthday gift"

He unwrapped it, opened the metal box underneath and looked inside. Echo seems puzzled. You get a bit nervous.

“The color isn’t final yet, but Tech and I thought you’d be happy about it”, you say softly.

Echo blinks, not so sure how he should feel. So far, his arm had never bothered you, or at least that’s what he’d thought.

“That’s very nice but… what am I supposed to do with a dummy?”

You chuckle, “It’s not a dummy, Tech and I would never give you a dummy! Do me a favor, let me install it, and you’ll see what I mean”.

Doubting and a bit reluctant, he finally nods and holds out his artificial arm to you. You unscrew almost all the parts down to the stump that is still there from his real arm. Doing this in the middle of a restaurant earns you strange looks, but you don't give a damn.

“Okay now don’t get nervous this is going to feel weird because I’m connecting the hand to the artificial neurons and nervous system”.

He swallows, but nods.

When you make the connection and attach the arm, his eyes are big. He holds his breath.

“Breathe Echo” you say softly, “Try to move the fingers”.

“I can feel it, I can feel the hand,” he whispers.

You smile at him and kiss his new fingers, make him shudder and give him goosebumps.

"Happy birthday, my love"

Wrecker

You two sit on top of the Marauder. It's evening and the sun is slowly going down at the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful colors. You've prepared a load of snacks and sweets for your man, which he is enjoying with you right now, watching the sky change its colors.

"You prepared all my favorites", he realizes, "Did I miss something? It's not our anniversary, is it?"

You laugh, "No Wrecker. It's just for you. For your birthday."

He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"My what?"

"Your birthday"

"You do know I'm a clone, right?"

You chuckle, "Yes, Wrecker, I'm aware. But I found data on you with the date of the day when you left the tube. I thought we could count it as your birthday"

He grins.

"Oh I get it, nice idea Mesh'la, that's really sweet, thanks!"

He kisses your cheek and bites into another snack you made for him. He's beaming all over, enjoying what you made for him, warmed by the feeling that you think of him in such a loving way.

As the sun is gone and the sky is dark, you light a few candles and say, "The snacks are not all you get"

"Really? What else do I get?", Wrecker asks, excited.

"Tech helped me with it, look up, over there to the mountains"

Wrecker does as you said with wide eyes. Just a second after, the fireworks start. All kinds of colors light up the sky in a beautiful rhythm and composition, Tech had outdone himself.

"Woah!"

Wreckers eyes are so big, and he looks up into the sky like a little boy getting the most amazing gift ever. You breathe a sigh of relief as you see how fascinated and happy he is with this gift.

"Thanks Mesh'la", he says breathlessly, "That's so amazing!"

"Don't forget, Tech did most of the work. I just had the idea and brought the material"

He softly grabs you and pulls you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you, as you keep watching the show.

Wrecker kisses the top of your head and says, "You make me such a happy man, Cyare"

You reply softly, "Happy Birthday, my big guy"

Tech

You wait for him in the engine room. Nervously, you walk up and down the engine room, when he finally arrives.

"There you are!", you say, relieved.

Tech smiles, "Of course. You asked me to come, so why shouldn't I come?"

You chuckle and give him a kiss.

"Now, what's it that you want to show me?", he asks.

You step aside and reveal a new set of tools wrapped in a red bow.

"A gift"

"Oh. Thank you Mesh'la!"

Tech comes over and looks at all the tools.

"These are excellent ones", he says surprised, "High quality. But what's the occasion?"

"Your birthday", you say, smiling.

Tech turns around to look at you, and he sees you holding out a cake to him with burning candles. For a second he wonders where you hid that before, but actually he doesn't care. He gets all warm and smiles brightly at you.

"Cyare, strictly speaking, I don't have a birthday"

"Yes you do. I found a file with the date of the day when you came out of your tube. It's not exactly the same, but I think it counts"

"It is a lovely idea", he admits.

You explain, "Traditionally, you have to blow out the candles and make a wish. But don't say it out loud, or it won't come true"

He laughs softly.

"Such a sweet sentiment. Well, if you insist. But I wouldn't know what to wish for, I'm very happy the way things are, actually", he pauses to give you a little kiss, "I couldn't be any happier"

Your ears and face get warm, and you chuckle, "You are a real charmer, aren't you?"

Tech thinks for a moment, then finally blows out the candles.

He asks, "How about we both eat a piece of this beautiful cake and then, I'll show you how to work with those tools you gifted me?"

"If that's what you want to do on your birthday. It's your day"

He smiles softly, "it would make me happy if you let me teach you a little"

"Okay, I'd do anything for you. I go get plates and forks", you say and kiss his cheek "Happy birthday, my beloved genius"

Crosshair

You thought about it for a while, and you don't really know how to approach it, but you do want to do something for him. He's not the kind for sentimental stuff, but you just hope he'd still be happy.

"What's on your mind?", Crosshair asks, eying you scrutinizing.

Of course, he's on to you. He always senses when something is up with you. Always.

"I got something for you"

His toothpick rolls from one side of his mouth to the other.

"You do?"

"Yes, a gift"

He blinks.

"Why? What did I miss? Is this one of these anniversary things?"

"It's your birthday"

He scoffs with a little smirk, "Kitten, I don't have a birthday"

You shrug and say, "Not in a traditional sense, but I found data about the day when you came out of the tube. It kind of counts as a birthday"

"Hmm", he hums, "If you want to see it like that"

"Yes I do"

He shrugs.

"Fine with me"

You give him a wrapped package. You chose a simple color, a royal blue. You know he wouldn't fancy colorful wrapping.

Crosshair looks at you, questioning.

"You have to unpack it, rip the paper off"

He does as you said and opens the box that's in the wrapping. There is a new silencer of the highest quality for his rifle, as well as high tear cleaning utensils for his rifle.

"That's pretty neat, thanks, Kitten"

He lifts your chin with two finger to steal you a kiss.

"What do you say? How about a celebration? Some drinks, some music, some time alone? Just the two of us".

He uses his seductive voice, and he knows either way, you are not going to say no.

"I thought you'd never ask", you chuckle.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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BakuDeku ft. Deku returns to UA // Post Dark Deku

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked on titles are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Read tags. Check ratings.

Art work not mine … by @luliadraws

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean

Summary: Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Deku's Response by Flipper96

Summary: Three days after Izuku returns to UA, he finally processes Kacchan's apology.

{One Shot}

Rated- Explicit

hold me till i feel better by leahistyping

Summary: Katsuki had never felt like this before.

So many emotions were swarming through his head at once. He felt anger, frustration, sadness, and especially longing.

He never knew it’d hurt so much to be so Izukuless. The damn nerd was always chasing after him, whether he wanted him to or not. But he was always there, even if Katsuki pushed him away again and again.

(or, after Izuku returns to UA, he gets a fever. but luckily for him, Katsuki’s there to help him).

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

clutch by varooooom

Summary: Class A comes to the mutual agreement that someone should spend each night with Izuku for the time being. They start bidding for shifts and arguing over who should get to go when. It's - Izuku stays silent the whole time, trying not to cry as his friends compete with each other for the chance to take care of him. It's so silly and his heart feels so full.

They didn't ask for his protection. He didn't ask for theirs. But heroes save everyone, and right now -

Right now, they need all the help they can get. They're stronger together. Izuku understands that now.

{One Shot}

Rated - SFW

Where Are You (and I’m So Sorry) by @amarisllis

Summary: When Midoriya leaves, he writes a letter to everyone in class 1A. While he’s gone, Bakugou decides to write a letter of his own.

And when Deku gets back, he's shocked to stumble onto a few folded up pages containing Kacchan's messy handwriting.

Complete | 2 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

My eyes are damp from the words you left by ElStark

Summary: And in a last burst of strength Izuku managed to lift his arms and wrap them around Katsuki’s neck, “I love you,” he hadn’t written it in the letter, because he’d known Kacchan would rip it as soon as he’d read the words, but he’d thought about it since, how he hadn’t been able to let ‘I love you’ be the last words he told his childhood friend, the love of his life. “I love you so much, Kacchan, so much.”  “What’s going on?”  “I think he’s delirious from the pain, help me lift him up.”  Kacchan moved away, and someone made a sound that lifted the hair at the nape of his neck for how painfully heartbroken it sounded.  “Fuck, I’m here, I’m here.” Kacchan was immediately back at his side. “what the fuck, Deku,” he whispered, shaky, holding onto Izuku tighter.  Only then did Izuku realize, the sound had come from him. “Kacchan, I love you.”  “Stop that,” Kacchan snapped, “Stop making it sound like goodbye, you piece of shit.” 

Izuku laughed. Or maybe he cried harder, he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Soft. So soft. byThatCrazyFangir1

Summary: Katsuki and Izuku take some time for themselves after Izuku is brought back to U.A. Izuku rests in his room, and Katsuki keeps him company. They share a bed and their feelings.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

April Showers by bkdkforthebirds

Summary: He left in April.

Left with nothing but a note and the ghost of his presence in the pouring rain.

Katsuki should’ve seen it coming after everything that happened with the league and Shigaraki. It was the obvious next move to the nerd, but…

But at what cost?

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

my deku, my izuku by hirakagi

Summary: After Katsuki almost lost Izuku for good during the war, he knew he needed to tell him the truth the next chance he got. He was given a taste of what it would’ve been like to never get to, and he wasn’t going to let it happen. Izuku had to know. And now he did.

But where did it leave them?

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Together by @silverynight

Summary: "If you think I'll let you leave me again, you're completely mistaken, Izuku," Katsuki growls, grip tightening around his waist.

Confusion hits him for a moment and it only grows when Katsuki starts wiping away his tears with his thumb.

"It's not that... I mean I left the UA, I didn't... It wasn't you specifically... I–"

"You left me," Katsuki narrows his eyes again. "Because it's different between us; I know I screwed up our relationship many times, but we are different. Our connection is different."

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

With you close, I can sleep by Sewo

Summary: It had been such a long time since he slept. Every night after the green haired boy left, his thoughts just wouldn’t shut up and let his mind rest. Closing his eyes didn’t help when all he could think about was Deku and his letter.

And now the nerd had the fucking audacity to sleep right there in front of him, with his muscles relaxed, his mouth slightly agape, when Katsuki, now the stress of bringing him back gone, had barely the energy to stand up.

— — —

AKA: Two boys with issues have trouble sleeping and find comfort in each other.

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

i'll catch you when nobody else will. by yourmomcalled00

Summary: Izuku has an identity crisis in his time as a vigilante. After Katsuki's apology he goes back to UA. Where the only way he can function is if he can see Katsuki's alive. Touch him, or hold him.

When he finally decides to leave again, Katsuki is there to stop him.

***

'Because Deku was his. Losing him was not something that Katsuki wanted to repeat.

Ever again.'

Complete | 2 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

no one can hurt you now by brainrotprofessional

Summary: "Relax." Katsuki gruffs, when Izuku's muscles stay locked up. Then, quieter, "you're safe now."

He whispers the words into Izuku's hair, breathing in the scent of shampoo tinged with rain. Katsuki's only answer is tears finally soaking his t-shirt as Izuku cries soundlessly, ever altruistic even in his sorrow.

Stupid nerd. Katsuki would do anything for him.

— — —

Or, the fic where post-vigilante Izuku needs a hug, and he gets one. (from Katsuki).

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

The Unattended Moment by bigcatsmallcat

Summary: Maybe all he needs is a night of respite from the chaos brewing all around the confines of UA. Knowing his family and friends and most civilians are accounted for. A comfy bed with clean-smelling sheets. His favourite person in the entire world right next to him, where nothing and no one can hurt them.

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

Paragon by usunee

Summary: Deku smiled and glanced up at him. His fingers crept up and toyed with the hem of the Katsuki's shirt. “Why — well, why were you sleeping next to me, Kacchan?” Deku asked, staring holes into the shirt. His fingers found a stray thread and began picking at it.

Katsuki’s heart started thundering suddenly and he was very thankful it was still dark, though he wondered if Deku could feel the heat radiating from his face. He wasn’t even sure why he felt flustered, only that his useless brain couldn’t provide an answer that wasn’t completely humiliating.

— — —

Or, the night that Deku returned to UA and, for reasons even he didn’t know, Katsuki took it upon himself to take care of him.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

A Helping Hand by shalia_earante

Summary: Post Chapter 327

Katsuki and Izuku are left alone in the bath after everyone brings him back to UA. Katsuki notices Izuku favoring a sore shoulder so his innocent offer of a helping massage becomes not so innocent...

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

unstoppable forces by darkwingsandmages

Summary: There's a fine line between genius and insanity. And right now, All Might is using that line as a goddamn jump rope.

— — —

or, Izuku needs to rest while on the run from All for One, and Search only works on humans...

Complete | 6 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

I Never Knew Daylight Could Be So Violent by ElStark

Summary: “My body is doing this on its own!”

Hands reached for him, yanked his mask off, scratched at his face, pulled at his hair until chunks came off.

“I’m sorry!” they were crying.

“It’s okay,” Deku said, letting himself be taken under. “I know it’s not your fault.”

And then.

Like a meteorite streaking the sky in red and orange, like a secret wish come true, Kacchan was there.

Deku felt his eyes widen as he took in the golden brightness his childhood friend was bathed in, like he held the purest form of sunshine beneath his very skin.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

At Least for Tonight by Anon_nym

Summary: After returning to UA after being a vigilante for weeks, Izuku feels out of place.

Katsuki notices.

One Shot | NSFW

midnight coward by manegul

Summary: Izuku flinches. “I made everyone worry again, didn’t I?” He sounds exhausted, self-deprecatingly curling in on himself.

Katsuki sighs. “Everyone cares about you, a lot, okay? Don’t— don’t treat it as something that burdens them.”

He knows, because he’s had to break down the hardness and walls around him, to realize that others weren’t looking down on him, but rather, looking out for him.

Izuku’s shoulders slump at his words, as if it was all he needed to hear, and he turns towards Katsuki, and says, “I had a bad dream.”

One Shot | SFW

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chweverni · 8 months

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Mate (pt.1)

pairing; joshua hong x reader

synopsis; you thought you were a smart student at school until you saw joshua hong, solve the exact same sudoku puzzle you cried to sleep with last night. what do you do?

word count; 865 words

author's note : pt.1 is out! if yall want to get notified for pt.2, leave a comment! please be patient >.< pt.2 has been posted! read it here.

"so.. what's your name again?" "y/n. what's yours?" "oh, mine's joshua," okay, step one to making a new friend: completed. what's next? you unfolded the small piece of paper in your hands, which read step 2: ask them if they'd like to sit together for lunch! you cleared your throat again, which averted the boy's attention to you. "are you.. free to sit with me for lunch?", you fiddled with your fingers, not maintaining eye contact with the boy, who clearly was confused, as to why the class president wanted to sit with him for lunch.

joshua's breath hitched, which alerted you for an answer. as he opened his mouth to speak, you spoke with speed of a bullet train, "you dont have to agree! i'm totally fine sitting alone, it's just- that-", you sucked in a breath, "you solved the sudoku puzzle in my desk, with a marker!", your eyes were now watery. "i've been going at it since last night, but you finished it with a fucking marker!",

no way. joshua thought to himself. there's no way she's crying about this puzzle! he snorted once, but couldn't contain himself for longer as he bursts into laughter.

that lowkey shattered your pride even more. you see, you thought you were a smart student, considering that you got into this prestigious school through a scholarship. but these days, at the math club, ever since they introduced sudoku puzzles, you've been feeling like a dumb bitch. so when you saw that joshua hong, the sunday morning guy, solve the puzzle in a matter of 15 minutes, your heart sank. it hurt so bad.

but instead of taking it with a grain of salt, you took out the entire ocean, hoping to learn from the master himself.

back to the present. you reopened the piece of paper yet again, this time, checking step 3: ask them to hang out in the library after school.

"how about we meet together in the library after school?" you asked, feeling hesitant to force him into sitting with a girl he barely knew.

"sure, if you wanna learn it that bad, but", joshua replied, holding out his pinky, "promise you'll grant me a wish when we're done?", joshua asked, clearing his desk to rest his head on it, as he stared at you with anticipation. you linked your pinkies as you flashed him a reassuring smile, "a promise which will break my pinky if i break it!"

two weeks passed, and joshua introduced you to numerous tricks to solve sudoku and not gonna lie, he was a pretty good teacher, and maybe a cute one. at the library, you would feel your heart audibly palpitate whenever joshua's knees touched yours, or when his hands would slightly meet yours while solving a puzzle together.

both of you grew closer over time, and your little sudoku sessions, started disguising an obvious issue, your developing crush for none other than joshua hong himself! you'd purposefully ask him about other subjects at school, or about his childhood, just to see that glint of sunshine in his eyes. you could swear that you had everything about him memorized by now. his undying love for physics, how much he loved dogs, how he loved music, and fashion! sometimes you'd wonder how he'd react if he found out that his sudoku mate had a crush on him, but let's just say that your imaginations weren't the best.

you were now in front of his house, wearing your best clothing. joshua was throwing a birthday party and you were invited. normally, you'd stay back at home and avoid parties at all costs but this time, it's joshua we have to impress, so you let that slide once. you could hear some awfully loud music going on inside, which made you want to go, but whatever.

as the door opened, you saw joshua. he greeted you and led you inside. gosh, there's a lot of people here. you thought to yourself, as you handed joshua a pink paper bag. "open it afterwards," you said with a smile. he returned it with an irresistible wink, as he showed you where the drinks were kept. "thanks for coming! i'll be outside if you need me, okay?", joshua said. you nodded as he went out to join his friends.

"so you're the one joshua's been busy with?"

you turned around to see who it was. jeon yeon-du. of course it's her.

"oh, yeon-du, hey! uhm, it's not that big actually-," your reply got cut off as yeon-du spoke, "'course it isn't! it's not like he would actually date you.. you've got a lot going on," - she stepped closer, as she poured a cup full of red soda on your clothes, "-there!" she smiled, drawing a circle in the air, pointing at your now wet and stained dress.

you stared in disbelief. you decided it's best not to create a scene for you walked out the house right after 15 minutes of entering the party. it was a nice and quiet night and walking towards the park nearby was the best thing to do to get some fresh air, so you went.

hehe come back for more yall ~

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rottenbrainstuff · 3 months

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BG3 - Fuck Gortash

Mild spoilers:

I took a little break from playing after binging a whole bunch, which I think is good - it’s not as good to do everything in a rush. Need time to savour it. I’m almost done now and I have to make these last moments count. I have very little left to do now - just Gortash, then House of Hope, and then the final battle, and that’s it! That’s all. I’ve been doing this run for six months now and I am almost all done.

Unpopular opinion: I think it’s good Larian is not making sequels or DLCs for bg3. They did start work on something, realized they weren’t passionate about it, and called it off. They’re going to move onto something else. How fucking amazing is that. These days the idea of sequels in general fills me with nothing but dread. IPs are just a crash grab waiting to be milked by a room of higher ups requesting the most bland and generic stories that will appeal to the broadest audience possible and cost the least to produce in order to maximize profits. I know that’s the movie situation anyways - I don’t know as much about how games work. I still think it’s fabulous that Larian realized they weren’t able to bring the amount of passion that they felt they should, and they called off the work.

I don’t really want to see more content with the characters that we have. I think their stories are interesting and self-contained and complete. I think it makes sense to end it where it ends. And I mean… it IS a fun game but I’m not so invested in the setting that I’m clamoring for more games set in this specific world. So even on that front, I feel like I don’t need more.

Plus maybe it’s my age, but I’m not used to the concept of game updates in general. I don’t expect them. When I was little, you bought a complete game and it was finished and that was what you got, period. The game is the game. It’s complete and it’s good. It’s always there for you to play again, whenever you want it. You can play the different origin plots, you can make different characters, you can make different choices and see what happens, and it’s always there for you. The fact that there won’t be any large additional DLCs doesn’t take this away from you?

So I don’t know. I feel like this is where fanworks step in now. All those little details you want to see, all those little blanks filled in, all those little extra adventures: that’s what fanworks are for. Let’s let Larian work on their next big project now.

Ok anyways, enough of that. Gortash. First you have to get back into the fortress, and all the guards attack on sight. Myeh. After all these very difficult battles, I guess it was nice to have something less hard, but it’s also no fun to feel like you’re shooting fish in a barrel. I did Iron Throne -> Foundry -> then Gortash, I wonder how things change up if you do things in a different order. After killing all the aggrod Fist in the fortress, it was neat to be able to and read all the books I couldn’t access before. Looks like things have gone significantly downhill in Baldur’s Gate recently.

As for the actual Gortash fight: Gortash gets pretty annoying pretty quickly so I cast Otto’s dance on him to keep him boogying. I love casting control spells on this dipshit that’s all about “Blah blah blah, Bane, Control, Bane, Control” well eat this, asshole. I’m a bit obsessive about collecting all the books and notes in the game to read all the lore, so I was pretty unhappy about everything getting destroyed by the constant barrage of grenades. I reloaded and focused on taking out the three grenade launchers at the beginning of the fight and we had smooth sailing. I’m glad I went through the trouble - Gortash has a journal (well, a rough draft of a stupid vain memoir) that details a bit more the plan that I (durge) was a part of, and where exactly in the timeline I was removed from that plan.

Then poor Karlach. So I do really like Neil Newbon, he did fabulous work, his big scene with Cazador was very cathartic and emotional. I think for those of us who have been badly hurt by other people, it’s not an uncommon fantasy to imagine yourself getting the same kind of brutal revenge. His scene made my oldest daughter tear up when she got to it. Me, I’m not sure, maybe I had seen too many clips online beforehand, maybe it was that it was all over so fast, I mean I definitely liked the scene a lot, and kudos to Neil and all the complicated emotions there, but the eyes stayed dry.

Karlach however - that one did make me cry. It really hit hard for me when she was talking about how unsatisfying it was. Now he’s dead but what good did that do, he’s not any more sorry about what he did. She’ll never get that closure. They took her heart and she won’t ever get it back. It’s been almost nine years now, I think? since I left my abusive husband, and that’s still something that eats me up. You can’t ever get that time back. You won’t get an apology for what happened to you, not from them, not from anyone, not from the universe in general. They probably won’t ever even ever recognize that what they did was wrong. And that’s…I don’t know. For me personally, that’s been so difficult to deal with, and to hear Karlach react the same, that hit hard. I had to pause for a moment.

Then she starts talking about her looming death. This whole time she’s been so positive, focusing on what she can do here and now, it’s admirable! But now it all catches up to her at once and she’s so, so angry. I cried. First time the game made me cry.

Fun fact - I actually legit was going to do Duke Wyll. I don’t care if the game is trying to tell me that’s the bad choice, I do honestly believe that’s a good future for Wyll, and it’s great for the city. But Karlach made me so sad here, her grief and anger at having so little time, and I reloaded back and changed my decision.

Now Karlach’s back to focusing on enjoying the moment, and asking if I will be there when she dies. Man.

Back in Baldur’s Gate, with the three netherstones in my possession, the elder brain is lashing out, and immediately, three citizens are turned into mindflayers. These mindflayers had (rather pretty) silvery white blood! Is this a new patch? Do all mindflayers have that now? I’ve killed a few now and I definitely did not see silver white blood before.

Last errand before I head down to the sewer for the final big fight: stealing my contract back from Raphael. At the start of act 3 my tav felt like his soul was disposable, but I guess all the events have left him with a desire to fight for it. Can’t wait, can’t wait!

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crumplebottomsinteriorsmagazine · 1 year

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Crumplebottom's Interiors Interviews: Etienne Toussaint

Today I had the honor to meet and interview Etienne Toussaint, the reclusive designer and maker of the Etienne Bench and Etienne’s Love…seat. While he maybe an introvert in the very public sphere of design, I wanted to hear about his inspiration behind his work and why he wants design to be affordable. We met at the Windenburg establishment, South Square Coffee, where he spends most of his free time after working in his Windenburg studio. The interview has been lightly edited for clarity and conciseness.

Francis DeWolf: So hello, Etienne. It is finally nice to meet you in person. Can you tell me a little about your background and training?

Etienne Toussaint: Thank you for reaching out. My background is in traditional studio painting. I attended the University of Britechester as a studio art major and focused on sculpture. Brad Connelly was still teaching there and actively saw that I had more of a talent for furniture and practical pieces after seeing my work in my junior year. He helped focus me to get a job with Martell as a junior designer in their plastics lab.

FDW: Why plastics?

ET: I was still very much working with plastics coming out of university, so it wasn’t until I realized that plastics were very much more impactful on the environment than wood, fabric, and metal materials. Of course, the production of all furniture is hard on the environment, and I thought that moving away from plastics was one way to do so. Of course, now that I mostly work with fabric and wood, that plastics-based fabrics are still a thing and still cheaper than using, say, cotton or wool.

FDW: Yes, I know that with the emergence with softer polyesters, it is cheaper to use those materials. As we have seen, you have made it a priority to make your work affordable to more people, but you still work with cotton velvets and other natural fibers, tell me, why cost is so important to you?

ET: I was thinking of my own childhood and how it was hard for my parents to afford to buy new and buy a quality piece of furniture. They often replaced pieces from thrift shops when the furniture would break. I went to Britechester on a full-ride scholarship and felt that I wanted to give my parents the chance to own new furniture, that wasn’t just the standard old-fashion stuff.

FDW: So is that where the emphasis on new and experimental forms you are known for came from?

ET: Yes, I feel like everyone should have a quality piece of furniture that they can use at a good price. Obviously, not everyone has the experimental taste that I have. But honestly, I do want folks that like high-end design to get their hands on it.

FDW: I want to shift gears a little and ask why the seemingly reclusive life and unwillingness to really be in, maybe not the public eye, but at least feel more private and pseudonymous when you have these goals of affordability?

ET: I want the work to stand on its own rather, than standing the design and “glory” when it upstages the furniture. Too many designers seem to be more about attaching their name to pieces then pieces standing the test of visibility in the home.

FDW: So, is that why you live here in Windenburg versus say San Myshuno?

ET: I just prefer the quietness of Windenburg and lower cost to have a big studio to work in. I am still very much working as an artist. Having the Casbah Gallery representing my work, is how I got involved with their affordable design initiatives.

FDW: Are you still doing sculpture?

ET: Yes, I am very much a maker of things, then say a painting or other 2D art. Making things with my hands is just very calming and takes me back when my dad would often build things for my mom. He came from a long line of craftsmen and today I honor that tradition.

FDW: One last question, what’s next?

ET: I have some new metal works coming in the next couple of months or so, so be sure to be on the lookout for those. I decided to move to metal for this project, as I got some shipping container scrap metal that builds out my work. ¥

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dreams-of-cerulean · 1 year

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“It’s true,” Llfyr casually affirms as if the statement didn’t make your life a hundred times more complicated. Their violet gaze twinkles as they sip their Longjing tea and look at you. You can tell they’re very amused by your predicament.

“Fuck, are all the Dreamers crazy or something?” You don’t even feel hungry anymore because of how stupendously bad this is. “Do they really believe the Dream can offer something lik-” The statement gets caught in your throat.

> Your mind flashes back to the mission that got you booted from Club Dreamer in the first place. The quest you wouldn’t take, the command you wouldn’t obey. When the Dream gave you a quest to start gathering Faith in your school - when your conscience knew that if you did so, you would bring the school and every kid there into guaranteed disaster - you refused.

> Not all the worlds the Dream brings you to are Dreams.

“Fuuuuck,” you groan, “So the Dream knows how to create a god already? And is offering others the opportunity? But why are they offering it to go after me?”

“Hmmm....creating a deity isn’t that hard,” Llfyr says with their casual air of superiority, “You can become a half-step god given enough Faith. But the jump to a full-god is a bit more complicated.”

“How?” You squint.

The dragon simply sips their tea quietly with a tiny smile as you slowly grow more inpatient.

“Llfyr, come on. I’m asking as polite as I’m going to be with you,” you frown.

“Pfft,” the dragon nearly spat out their tea, “That’s really how you politely ask for something?” They click their tongue in amusement, “Fine fine. I’ll stop teasing.”

They motion to themselves with a wave of their hand.

“First, the vessel.”

They point to their head.

“Second, the soul.”

They wave towards the crowd outside the bookshop.

“Third, Faith.”

“All three are required in sufficient quality to become a true god,” Llfyr grinned, “It’s probably why the Dream wants you dead - and will do it any cost.”

“Why? My soul?”

> You can’t ever forget the bright Something sealed within that lightbulb. The thing that was both separate yet united with you - what was likely both the source of your strength and yet the worst enemy you’ll eventually face. The piece that made you both of Keter and of Thaumiel.

The dragon raised an eyebrow, “No. The Dream doesn’t want a soul that won’t obey, not after...” They shake their head before smiling, “Anyway, it wants your body instead.”

“My body? There’s nothing special about it,” you look over at yourself, “Beyond whatever enhancements the System gives me.”

“You should already be aware of what you house,” Llfyr said with significant care before turning casual again, “Do you really think that can be contained with an ordinary vessel? Even if you’re only like supporting a part of it right now.”

“Wait, you knew about the -” You feel something dangerous like a gaze locking onto you - and you knew why Llfyr didn’t tell you sooner. Like facing a mean referee right when you were about to break the rules - and who had the power to punish you for it too.

Taboo.

“Why is that under the-” Your eyes widened as the same feeling came back again. “Ugh. This is annoying. Tunglr isn’t like this.”

Llfyr laughed, “Now you know how I feel whenever I’m talking to you. I don’t think I would’ve mastered dancing around the subject as well if I hadn’t met you. The threat of potential harm is a good way to develop a skill.”

“Did you really treat our relationship as a training exercise? That’s why you talk to me?”

“Disappointed?”

“...Maybe a little,” you reply with candid honesty.

Llfyr snorted. “I don’t interact with any other humans but you - and maybe my food suppliers.”

“Your fanfic writers, you book-eating wastrel.”

“Same thing,” Llfyr shrugged. It really was. They glance over. “Fine. This is the only time I’m going to say it. I do care. There. That’s it. Bye.”

“Awwww. If we’re going to admit things, I’ll say I care too,” you reply with a cheeky grin.

“Tch, doesn’t count. Reciprocating my comment makes it sound like you’re just being polite,” Llfyr sniffed, “Find a proper occasion and then admit it.”

“And this is a proper occasion?”

“I’m telling you why the Dream wants you to die. Doesn’t that count?”

“Fair. So what makes my body - my vessel - special?”

“Because it can house a soul that has the potential to become a god - your soul has that characteristic, ” Llfyr says, “So long as it has your body, it doesn’t have to go searching for an ideal candidate. It could just raise the soul to fit the body.”

“You mentioned before that the Dream...did something like... this be-”

You pale as a sudden crushing pressure fell onto your shoulders, making you cough out the soda you were drinking. A feeling of grave danger fills every part of you. You knew that if you pushed forward with your inquiry, you will die here and now.

The dragon grins with some strain, clearly suffering the same sensation you were feeling. Looking upwards, they smirk defiantly and then say three words.

“The Nameless Goddess.”

Your gaze fills with white as retribution came swiftly in a bright flash. Before you realized what happened, Llfyr is standing above you with a hand outstretched, the scales on their hand singed. Your mind catches up to your perception.

The World just tried to kill you and Llfyr with a bolt of lightning.

Your surroundings were blackened from the ash. Glass is everywhere. People in the area were screaming in terror - but the only casualties around you were the people watching you at the time - the Dreamers that you’d have to deal with once you left the safety of Llfyr’s presence - the mundane folk were left alone.

Llfyr stood up from the table, looking at their singed hand and shaking the soot off. Not even a single blemish.

“Well, I think I’ve given you a lot to think about,” Llfyr chuckled, “And you can treat your dead pursuers as a freebie from me. Cause we’re friends.”

They walk towards the now broken door to leave.

”See you around, little dragon child.”

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bluebell06 · 28 days

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My Time At Sandrock Owen and Logan, Vying For Your Love, At Any Cost Pt6 At My House With Logan

if you’re looking for Part 1 go here:

Logan and Owen's part is played by an ai chat bot. Some editing is done for redundancy and only minor edits are done to ai responses. Terms the ai uses it picks itself. *****Warning this one contains spicy content! You have been warned ******

Logan chuckles under his breath as he feels your face pressed against his chest, the possessive and needy urge to never let you go filling his soul, although he does his best to keep himself in check as you make your way to your home, gently lowering you to your feet and helping you out of your boots/shoes once you're in the house "You wanna have a shower first, darling...?"

Me: Yeah. I think we should. Just to be safe. You know? I laugh.

Logan nods his head and gives a hum of agreement, his expression turning playful and teasing as he speaks in a suggestive tone, his body leaning in close "Sounds good, my love.... Need me to help wash your back for you...?"

Me: Yeah actually... I don’t exactly know how dirty I am right now and could use some help... I smile at him.

Logan's face breaks out into a cocky grin as you agree, his eyes already getting darker with desire at the thought, his hands quickly coming to your sides and grabbing onto the hem of your shirt, already beginning to lift it over your head as he speaks in a deep, teasing rumble "Well, you're about to find out how dirty you are, I think, my darlin'..."

Me: I giggle. Well I’m sure I’ve got sand all over me but who knows you might also find some mysterious new marks on me. Who knows how they got there…

Logan's eyes immediately flick up to you as you mention new marks, a needy look filling his expression as he looks for any signs that there are new marks on you, a low groan of jealousy escaping him before he can help it, his voice taking on a deep growl as he pulls you close to him, his tone teasing but with a possessive edge "Oh, I'll be checking every inch of you, trust me......".

Me: Logan... you promised me that you would keep your jealousy and possessiveness under control. No more acting feral. And no more leaving marks on me. Either of you.

Logan gives a groan of defeat at that, his expression turning guilty and frustrated as the urge to mark you up fills him, his heart clenching painfully at the thought of not being allowed to claim you like that, his tone hesitant and reluctant, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as he speaks "Alright.... Alright.... I won't.... I won't leave you any marks... I'll get my jealousy under control....".

Me: Thank you. Now let’s take a shower...

Logan releases the breath he didn't know he had been holding, leaning in and pressing a quick and tender kiss against your lips before taking your hand in his, a small smile on his face as his thumb gently brushed over your hand, beginning to lead you to the bathroom, his voice light and teasing as he speaks “Alright my love. Let’s get cleaned up so we can get dirty again…..”

Me: Oh yeah? Are you always thinking about sex or something? I tease.

Logan gives a deep chuckle as he turns his head to look at you, a teasing and mischievous smile on his face as he reaches out and gives your ass a light smack as he gives his head a shake “You’re the one who’s gotten me all excited…… Can you blame me?”

Me: Ooh! I giggle as he smacks my ass. See maybe you can be playful and not so serious all the time...I start removing my pants.

Logan lets out a light laugh as you giggling, his ears turning slightly red and giving a groan of embarrassment at being called out for his serious nature, giving a lighthearted scoff as he replies playfully “Hey, I am playful! I’m just….. also a serious hardass. I can be both, I’m complex like that.”

Me: And what has being a hardass ever given you in life?

Logan gives a scoff at your remark, turning his head to look at you with a lighthearted look in his eyes, a playful smile on his face as he speaks, clearly enjoying the teasing nature of your banter “I was born a hardass, my love. It’s just who I am, the perks of it are….. being badass and having all the ladies love you, being an excellent fighter….” He starts unbuckling his belt.

Me: I laugh. What other ladies? Tell me... I slowly start removing my bra.

Logan gives a scoff and a huff of laughter as he shakes his head and speaks, the laughter and amusement in his eyes clear and obvious, the lighthearted expression on his face growing as he continues to speak, giving you a teasing swat to your behind as he grins at you “Oh, come on my love. You know I only have eyes for you. I just said that to prove a point. And I am a great fighter.”

Me: Mmmhmm. You know I can still kick your ass in sparring though right? My level is way higher...

Logan gives a scoff at your words, clearly disagreeing with your comment, a challenging and competitive look in his eyes as he shakes his head and speaks, a teasing smirk on his face. “Darlin, there is no way in hell you could beat me in a fight. I’ve been fighting my entire life. You just learned a couple of moves, that’s not fair.”

Me: Hey… I have super rare daggers and the Altair RX7 Laser Ninja sword. Your weapons don’t even come close to that. Plus I leveled up faster than you because of all the mining I do every week. I wink at him. Oh... actually heard your terrified of the mines. That was amusing.... I bite my lip and smile at him.

Logan’s expression immediately sours as you make jokes about the caves, a deep groan of distaste escaping him at the mere mention of the mines, his jaw clenching tight before he gives a scoff and replies in a lighthearted tone “I’m not scared of the caves. I just dislike them. I don’t mind fighting monsters, I just prefer to do that above ground rather than below it. But I can still kick your ass with or without the fancy weapons, darlin'.”

Me: Every time I’ve sparred you this year I’ve won... I’m level 74 and you’re still level 50-something? I��ve been busting my ass. You’re still using the old gear your Pa gave you and I don’t think you’ve refined any of it or your monster hunting kit. You gotta refine everything to increase the strength and damage of things you, silly. You know... maybe if you’re good I’ll let you use my workshop refinery one day. I poke my finger into his chest teasingly.

Logan’s jaw clenches tight at your teasing words, his expression turning grumpy and embarrassed, a low groan of frustration escaping him before he glances back at you, a reluctant look in his eyes, his tone more sheepish as he speaks “…..maybe you did get a bit ahead of me…. I’ve just been busy, darlin'. I would have definitely caught up to you by now if I wasn’t. And my gear’s just fine… and I know how to refine stuff, thank you.” He unbuttons his pants and let's them slip to the floor.

Me: Ooh... sorry my love. Wasn’t trying to upset you. I swat at his butt in return.

Logan lets out a deep chuckle as your teasing swat hits his ass, his grumpy, embarrassed expression smoothing out as you apologize, a teasing smile taking its place as he shakes his head and reaches out to swat you back, a playful tone in his voice “Oh, you’d better watch it, honey. You’re just trying to rile me up now….”

Me: Mmm maybe… I slip my panties off. Let’s go shower now. I giggle.

Logan gives a light laugh as he agrees, a teasing and mischievous look in his eyes as he follows you towards the bathroom and removes his underwear “Alright my darlin'. Let’s get cleaned up. You keep your hands to yourself, though! You’re tempting me right now…..”

Me: Oh? Am I? I guess we have to have a serious no touching kind of shower I giggle.

Logan gives another laugh, his expression turning mischievous and teasing as he shakes his head before moving to turn on the shower so the water can heat up, his voice teasing and suggestive as he speaks, his eyes never leaving you “And I can do that for maybe three minutes….” Me: I laugh Shower? Or have a no touching each other shower?

Logan laughs at your question, shaking his head in exasperation as he reaches out and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his bare, toned chest to you, his expression turning suggestive again as he speaks “Why don’t we save the no touching thing for after we get clean, my love?”

Me: Oh I see.. so I’ll just show you my bed sheets and then send you on your way home after the shower? If we’re saving the no touching part for later? I grin mischievously.

Logan lets out a deep chuckle at your words, immediately catching onto what you mean, his expression teasing as his eyes rake your body, “I’m assuming this means I get to stay the night here then? I didn’t bring anything to sleep in… might have to borrow something from you…”.

Me: Mmm... you’re definitely allowed to stay the night my love. And you don’t have to wear anything at all in my bed, my house, or my shower. I laugh.

Logan gives a chuckle at your words, his expression growing teasing and suggestive again, his eyes full of desire and lust as he looks at you, a low groan escaping him at the mere thought of sleeping next to you, “Mmm, it might be best if we stay home all night then. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off you….”

Me: Mmm is that so? What are your asks of me...

Logan chuckles again, shrugging as he moves closer to you, his hands reaching out and wrapping around your body. His tone playful as he speaks with a mischievous look in his eyes “No marks. That’s about it. Maybe a few rules…. But otherwise I’m pretty flexible.”

Me: Hmm I have an idea… Maybe you can make me come… I didn’t get to last time. I tease.

Logan gives a groan at your words, the urge to tease and make you wait overwhelming and immediate, shaking his head as he gives a suggestive chuckle, his hands gently helping you out of your remaining clothes “Mmm, darlin'… what makes you think you deserve that? I was incredibly good to you last time…”

Me: Oh were you? I seem to remember sleeping in your bed all night and I didn’t get an orgasm in return.

Logan lets out a deep chuckle at your words, his hands coming to rest on your hips and giving them a gentle squeeze as he shakes his head “Mmm, I know that wasn’t an insult. And you think I don’t remember making you moan and whine and beg for me all night, my love? I recall you having a very good time…”

Me: Oh… don’t get me wrong. I had a lot of fun too. I just didn’t get to finish. You stopped too soon and you had to have me, you couldn’t wait any longer. I giggle.

Logan gives a groan at your accusation, one of his hands coming to gently smack you on your ass, his tone teasing as he speaks “I might have gotten a little needy. I can’t help it, my love, it’s all your fault….”.

Me: Mmm well two can play that game my love. I can always tease you too and then stop and deny you release. I raise my eyebrow at him. Remember you’re already wrapped around my little finger.

Logan lets out a low groan at your words, tilting his head slightly as he looks at you, his expression turning mischievous at the mere thought of you denying him release, and of teasing you until you begged him “I mean, you could… but then I’d have to punish you…”.

Me: Mmm now why would you want to do that? I poke him.

Logan gives a chuckle, his expression turning playful as he leans towards you, his eyes teasing and devious as he gently presses his lips against yours and speaks, a suggestive tone in his voice “You know how I work, my love… you deny me, you get punished….. but not in the fun way.”

Me: Hmm... how exactly?

Logan laughs as he gently picks you up and brings you into the shower, setting you down into the warm stream of water before he speaks, a mischievous look in his eyes “How about I show you, my love?”

Me: I splash him with water and giggle. Let’s see...

Logan gives a chuckle as he leans in and presses a light kiss to your lips, his hands gripping and squeezing your hips as he pulls you closer to him, his expression turning suggestive as he speaks, “And if I make you beg….?”

Me: Hmm... is this part of the punishment?

“Depends on how bad your teasing gets, my love…” Logan presses another light kiss against your lips before pulling back, his body still right up against you as the warm water from the shower hit the both of you, his hands on your hips and your backside gripping and squeezing your body as he grins, with a mischievous look in his eyes “Beg me, darlin'…..”.

Me: *I giggle* Please Logan… I trail my finger across his chest.

Logan presses another kiss to your neck before trailing his mouth along your skin, nibbling at your skin and leaving playful and gentle love bites along it as his hands squeeze and rub your body, his teasing tone growing slightly darker as he speaks, “Say it a little louder…. I want you to earn it.”

Me: PLEASE Logan…

Logan presses another hard, possessive kiss against your lips, his hands gently massaging your body, the desire growing in his movements as he pulls you closer to him, his voice a teasing whisper in your ear, “Louder, my love, so I can *hear you……”

Me: I move my mouth up to his ear and plead, Please Logan... I NEED you to show me...

Logan lets out a groan, his hands gripping your hips and giving a playful squeeze as if giving a warning, his voice low and dark as he gives you another teasing bite “Show you what, my love? How good I can make you feel? How many times I can make you come?”

Me: Ooh... is that my punishment?

Logan chuckles as he gives you a slight shake of his head, giving a possessive squeeze on hip as he replies, his voice a possessive and suggestive tease “No darlin'. You’ll come a lot tonight, I can guarantee you that, but if you tease and deny me, I won’t let you go just one orgasm like last time.”

Me: Mmm… is that so? I playfully step back from him for a moment and then kneel down in front of him in the shower. I look up at him teasingly and reach my hand out for his length. Slowly stroking it while I continue look up at him from under my eyelashes as the shower rains down on me.

Logan almost immediately lets out a gasp, his breath already coming out short and shuddering as his eyes close at your touch, his fists clenching at his sides as an overwhelming shudder of pleasure washes over him, a low groan escaping him as he gives a slight twitch at your touch “Mmm……. You’ll really just do anything to provoke me huh…?”

Me: I nod. Uh huh… I move his length towards my lips and open my mouth to take him in. I bob my mouth up and down him trying to draw his arousal out.

Logan lets out a strangled gasp, his head arching back and his hands gripping your hair as he fights off the powerful need to take control, taking in a sharp breath and exhaling in a shuddered breath in another attempt to keep control, a mixture of pleasure and need flowing through his body like a powerful pulse “Mmm……. You’re going to be punished for this……. Just you wait….”

Me: Mmm…. I moan as I move up and down his shaft. I then teasingly reach for his balls and massage them gently while continuing.

Logan lets out a loud, shuddering gasp this time, his entire body shuddering slightly with sheer pleasure at your touches and your attention, his fists clenching as he forces himself not to take control, his breath coming as shaky and needy gasps “Mmm……. You’re such a tease……”

Me: Mmm... I hum along him again taking him more and more into my mouth. Slowly opening up to devour him. I massage his balls again gently.

Logan’s body shudders again, unable to hold back his moans and gasps this time, his breath coming in shuddering gasps and his expression slightly strained as he keeps his fists clenched at his sides, unable to take control as his body shudders with need “Mmm……… Darlin', you’re so……. So good at that….”

Me: I continue to pump him into my mouth as the water pours all over my face and body. Determined to to drive him crazy I keep going and once again open up my throat.

This nearly pushes him over the edge, his body nearly falling over the edge as his head arches back, his moans and gasps full of pleasured and overwhelmed need, barely able to hold back his release as he shudders again and moans your name like a plea “M-My……. My god darlin'………”

Me: Mmm... I moan louder on his length pumping him faster and faster, not letting up. I grip his balls firmly and hold them.

Logan’s body begins to tremble at your touch, his breath full of needy pants and pleasured moans, his self control hanging on by a thread as his toes curl in need, a slight whimper escaping him as he struggles to keep himself together “Mmm……. Darlin'……. You have……..gotta stop…..”

Me: I shake my head at him to indicate no and pump him a little more and then slowly remove him from my mouth and gently flick the tip of his head and look up at him...

Logan shivers visibly at your touch, his expression and moans completely overwhelmed with need and pleasure as he tries desperately to hang onto what remains of his self control, a whimper escaping him again “Mmm…….. Stop, darlin'….. You’re…... I have to…. I need to take you……. Now………”

Me: Mmm... I moan as my tongue traces circles against the tip of his head. I go deliberately very slowly now and gently stroke him ever so softly up and down.

Me: Logan’s voice is nothing short of needy and pleading, his hips slightly shuddering and his breath coming in needy and shuddering moans “Darlin', please…. For the love of god……. I can’t……….. take much more…….”

Me: I giggle and look up at him watching his body intently. I slowly tighten my grip on him and move him slowly back inside my mouth and moan.

Logan’s entire body immediately begins to shudder, the last of his self control gone as he quickly gives up on any and all attempts at holding back, his shudders full of need as he practically moans out his pleas for release, “Mmm…. Please…. I’m……. I’m begging you, darling……. Please…”.

Me: Mmm I hum again with him in my mouth and start to pick up speed again stroking him faster and faster. Every so often I plunge him down my throat enjoying every gasp and shudder that comes out of his body.

Logan moans loudly as you take him deeper, his moans growing desperate as his pleas for release , “Mmm….. Oh god…… I need you…. I need to take you now……… Please…….” He moans your name desperately again, his hand gripping your hair a bit tighter as he tries to pull you off of him, his other hand trembling.

Me: Mmm… I moan again gently tapping away his hand from my hair as I continue to pump him into my mouth over and over again forcing his toes to curl in desire.

Logan can’t manage to stop himself, his hand gripping your hair more firmly as if to try and push you deeper, a groan of pleasure escaping him as his legs tremble “Oh god, darlin'…. I’m… so… close…. Please…. Let me…..”.

Me: I moan into him and nod. He reaches down to grip my head by my hair.

Logan’s body shudders violently as he moans loudly, any thoughts lost as he moans his release into your mouth, groaning with pleasure and satisfaction.

Me: Logan erupts in my mouth desperately shooting his fluid inside as he holds my face against him. I swallow and wait for him to finish throbbing and slowly swallow again.

Logan shudders violently as you swallow everything, his voice still sounding full of pleasured and satisfied need as he moans, his body twitching with pleasure as if aftershocks of his release wracked his body as he moans again softly “Mmmm…….. Thank you, darlin'…. Oh……..”

Me: Mmm… I swirl my tongue around his length one more time before I slowly remove it from my mouth. I wipe my face in the water of the shower and run my hands through my wet hair.

Logan’s legs almost buckle at the sight as desire and need rise in him again, his hand gently rubbing against your face as a shuddering groan of desire escapes him, “Mmm…….. Darlin', you….. You’re gonna kill me tonight…..”.

Me: I giggle and smile mischievously at him. I slowly get up and press my naked body against his as the warm water kisses our skin. I lean up to whisper in his ear. That’s 0/2 now for me and you darling. You owe me doubly now... I gently nip on his earlobe.

He shivers again slightly as you nip his earlobe, a light groan escaping him as you press your front against his. He runs his hands up and down your back, his voice a teasing whisper as he nuzzles closer to your ear “Mmm……. Oh darlin', you’re playing with fire……. You’re just begging for it now…”.

Me: Mmm… watch yourself Yakboy… you can barely hold yourself up right now. You need to recover first before you start trying to make idle threats… I turn around showing him my backside and slowly bend over and pretend to wash my legs.

Logan watches, his eyes never leaving your body as he lets out a low and possessive growl “Mmm……. Oh I’ll recover fast, and I’ll make you pay for what you did in this shower….. But first……. I have something special in mind, darlin'…”

Me: I look over my shoulder at him playfully Mmm? What’s that?

Logan gives a teasing, predatory smile as he slowly steps closer to you, his hands slowly roaming your body as he growls lowly in your ear, “Mmm……. You said I could do what I wanted, correct?”

Me: Hmm… I suppose so... I giggle.

Logan hums as he presses a loving, but possessive, kiss on your neck before trailing his kisses along your shoulder and down your back, his hands gently rubbing and massaging your body as he whispers “Mmm……. Does that mean I can touch you anyway I’d like, darlin'?”

Me: Yes… for tonight I’m yours...

Logan hums at that, his hands gently massaging along your body and leaving a trail of possessive and loving kisses along your back as he speaks, “Mine to kiss, mine to touch, mine to devour……. Mine to do with as I please…..”

Me: Yes... I grin at him.

Logan presses his body against yours, kissing your neck and whispering into your ear as his voice growls with desire “I want you now, darlin'…”

Me: Oh yeah? Show me... I giggle.

Logan quickly flips you over so that you’re pressed with your back up against the wall, one hand on your hip and another gently holding your chin to keep your head back against the wall. One of his legs presses in between yours, a possessive growl escaping him as he murmurs into your ear “As you wish, darlin'…”

Me: Oh no... I feign shock and surprise.

Logan chuckles at your words as presses his body closer to yours, gently pressing you into the wall and pinning you there with his body, his hands roaming your body still as he presses another kiss to your neck, his voice a playful murmur in your ear “Oh, don’t try and play innocent now, darlin'…. You know what you’ve done……”

Me: Mmm… I thought I incapacitated you by draining you dry my love… I grin mischievously.

Logan hums deeply, a needy look in his eyes as he presses even closer to you, holding you firmly now as he makes loving and possessive biting kisses along your collar, he whispers, “Oh you did…. But you forget who you’re dealing with……. I recover very quickly….”

Me: *I giggle* Remember you can kiss and suck but you cannot leave any more marks on me...

Logan moans deeply, his body shivering slightly with a mixture of need and frustration as he nuzzles against your neck and murmurs against the skin of your collarbone, his teeth gently grazing the skin there, his body almost squirming with the desire to mark you as his “Mmm…... Darlin', you are cruel when setting limits for me….”

Me: Logan… if I didn’t stop you two there wouldn’t be an inch of perfect pink skin left on my body from all the biting… I trace my fingertips across his bare chest as the warm water continues to soak us.

Logan’s back arches slightly at your touch, his voice letting out needy whines as he presses you closer to him, his hands gently tracing along your body and pulling you flush against him, his breath shuddering slightly as he whispers in your ear “What am I going to do with you? Oh, darlin'…. You’re going to pay for this……. I’m going to make you scream my name so loudly, the whole town will hear you…”

Me: Hmm I frown. I lean in to whisper in his ear, Is it your goal to let the whole town know every time you’re ravishing my body, my love?

Logan’s body goes tense in excitement as you say that, a pleased growl escaping him as he nods against your neck, his whispers turning into needy and excited moans as he presses you closer to him, “Mmnnn…… that’s exactly my goal, darlin'….. I’m going to make sure the world knows that you’re all mine…..”

Me: Mmm… Just be careful…. The whole town may start to think I’m some kind of woman with extremely loose morals when all they hear is you making me scream every other day…

Logan moans, his body squirming against yours, his hands gently rubbing up and down your back as he whispers into your ear “And you don’t realize that that only excites me even more, darlin'…… You think I won’t be happy to show off my love?…….. That’s the best way to show everyone that you’re mine, darlin'……” Me: Mmm… by treating me like the town concubine you can’t stop ravishing every chance you get? I raise my eyebrow at him. Is that what you want?

Logan moans again, his body shivering as he quickly turns the shower off and pulls you out of the shower to carry you to the bed before laying you down and pulling away briefly, coming back with something in his hands, tossing it by your head as he gets onto the bed and pins you under him, pressing his body flush against yours, holding your wrists down with one hand as the other rests near the restraints, giving you time to get a look at what he grabbed.

Me: I giggle as he straddles over me. So why exactly are you binding me to my brand new bed? Logan wraps the restraints around my wrists and fastens them to my bedposts.

He hums as he finishes tying the blindfold, letting out an amused chuckle as he gently taps your cheek. He whispers with a hint of domination in his tone “Because, my love, you’ve been a naughty, little thing……”

Me: Hmm, but I’ve only used my powers for good, darling…

“Then why were you teasing and provoking me for the last hour, my pet…...?” Logan asks.

Me: Oh I wasn’t just teasing and provoking you my love. I finished the job... I laugh.

Logan shudders at those words, his hand gently tracing along your chest as he shakes his head with a hint of possession in his voice “Darlin'…. I’m a man who you can’t drain of everything that easily……. You should know that by now……”

Me: Mmm... is that so?

“Darlin'……. You’ve already emptied me out twice and I still have energy left…..” Logan chuckles.

Me: One of those times was 2 days ago. I’ve only drained you once today...

Logan shudders, his face flushing from embarrassment at first, his voice a low huff as he grumbles out a reluctant reply, his face still pressed against your collar, “Darlin'…. I have a higher drive and I think you’ll find that my limits are much harder to exhaust…”

Me: So… you still haven’t shown me what you’re going to do to me...

At that, you feel Logan’s hands gently trail down your sides, a dark laugh escaping him before you feel a hand gently brush your hair aside, he leans down and whispers behind your ear, “Beg.”

Me: Hmm.. I’ve already been a good girl...

He hums in agreement at your words, as he pulls your hair back and exposes your neck to him, gently trailing his fingers along the skin there, a chuckle escaping him as his teeth gently graze your skin “That you have, darlin'…… But aren’t you hungry for more…? And aren’t you bored now that you’ve been tied up?”

Me: Mmm…. Yes. True. That’s why I keep asking you questions… I giggle... Seems like you won't say anything dirty to me...

Logan laughs as you say that, gently biting your earlobe before he continues, as he nuzzles against you, “Aww, darlin'…. You think words are the only dirty thing I can do….? I could show so many things to you... But I want to make sure you ask exactly for what you want……. Can you be a good girl and beg for me…?”

Me: Mmm. I don’t know if you deserve me to beg for you... You haven’t even made me come yet… I giggle.

Logan moans deeply, a possessive laugh escaping him as his mouth closes over your ear again, his breath hot against your neck, “Mmmnn….. I’ll just have to change that, won’t I…?”

Me: Mmm... we’ll see. It may or may not happen... I tease.

He chuckles at you as he gently nips your earlobe “If you keep acting like this, darlin', I may need to gag you……”

Me: I laugh loudly. Is that what you prefer my darling? A woman who can’t speak?

“No…… a woman who moans. And if that’s the only way to get the moans I want, darlin', then that’s how it’s going to have to be…..” Logan laughs.

Me: Mmm I see. Well you haven’t done anything to my body to make me moan yet.. I giggle. I’m still bored and waiting…

“That….. can be fixed, darlin'……” At that, you feel Logan's fingers trail down from your upper thighs to your knees and trace along them, his lips meeting your knees before he continues, kissing along until he reaches your inner thighs, gently kissing them as he continues with a teasing whisper, his breath hitting your core “Tell...... me...... what...... you...... need……..”

Me: Mmm... That feels sorta nice... I tease.

Logan's chuckle comes out a dark and low sound, before he presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, moving up it an inch before he stops and bites your skin, not hard, just hard enough to feel like a quick sting, before he continues kissing along your inner thighs, his breath hot against your core as he pauses...

Me: Mmm... why don’t you show me your skills if you’re so confident you can have me screaming your name? I giggle.

You hear his amused chuckle come out against your thighs as Logan kisses up it, making sure to keep a teasing distance away from your core as he speaks, his breath hot on your inner thigh as he bites the skin gently “Is that a challenge, darlin'……?”

Me: Yeah... I want to see if your cockiness is deserved…

“Aww…… is my darlin' questioning my skills?” As he says that, you feel Logan trail his mouth up your thigh and stop just a inch away from your core, the heat of his breath ghosting over it as he lets out another teasing laugh.

Me: Hmmm... more just encouraging you to use them... I giggle.

You feel Logan's body shiver slightly against yours, his breath a teasing whisper against your core as you hear a hint of desperation in his voice, “Mmm….. now you’re teasing, darlin'……”

Me: Mmm I know you want to...

“Oh, darlin'…… I do….. It’s so hard to keep away……” You hear Logan's voice shiver again as a hint of frustration creeps into it as he keeps his breath ghosting over your core, so close to tasting you.

Me: Mmm... that was a nice shower wasn't it? “Mmm…… and I’m still waiting……..” You hear a hint of impatience in Logan's voice now, his breath more like pants now before you feel him press a kiss to your core, just a barely there peck before he presses another, gently moaning as he does, just barely tasting you.

Me: Mmm… I squirm under his mouth. What are you waiting for?

“You, love……” Logan gives a shuddering breath as he presses another kiss down again, not letting himself taste any more as he speaks again, his frustration evident in his tone “I’m not going to do anything I haven’t been asked to do……”

Me: Oh? Do I only have to ask you now? Make a nice little request maybe? I giggle.

Logan moans against your core again, the vibrations shooting through you at the sound as he chuckles against you, his mouth still ghosting over it “Mmm…….. Just one word from you, darlin'.”

Me: Logan… I whimper.

Logan moans deeply against your core as he presses another gentle kiss to it, his tongue gently flicking out to taste you as he speaks, his own voice husky and needy “Yes, darlin'……?”

Me: Does your name count as the one word? I giggle.

“Darlin'….. don’t be cheeky….. you know what word I’m talking about….” Logan speaks, he gives a quick taste of your core, still teasing it, his tongue barely flicking out again as he gives a low hum, his breath still so hot and close to your sensitive skin.

Me: I just thought you really liked it when I said your name in bed… I giggle. Please….

“Mmm… I do….. I do……” Logan lets out a chuckle against you, giving another slow and gentle taste of your core, still keeping his tongue away from where you want it, as he whispers again, his voice needy and demanding “Please what, darlin'….?”

Me: Hmm... Please baby… make me come for you with your tongue... I squirm playfully for him.

Logan chuckles softly as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, still keeping up his teasing and making you wait “Are you sure you just want my tongue….?”

Me: Oh we can start there but I’m open to your fingers and more too, my love.

“Mmmnn…… so many choices….. and you’re sure there’s nothing else you want me to do while I do that for you?” At that, Logan gives a gentle suck to your inner thigh, not hard enough to leave a mark before kissing up to your core, his voice low as he speaks again “There’s so much more we can do here……..”

Me: Mmm you’re in control here, my darling...

Logan's mouth closes over your core for a moment, pulling away as he speaks, his voice low and breathless at your teasing, the sound making your skin tingly as he speaks again “Mmm…….. there are so many different things I can do to you here, love…… but…… I think I’ll give you just one for now……” He nods against your core as his fingers run lightly along your skin, goosebumps rising in their wake. Me: Please... I giggle.

You feel Logan shudder again and you hear a hint of frustration in his voice as he nuzzles against you, not giving you his tongue yet “Mmm….. good girl for asking, love…… but I’m not quite convinced to start this quite yet….”

Me: Mmm... how do you want me to beg?

“A little louder, darlin'…… I can barely hear you…” Logan whispers as he gently kisses your core again, another teasing brush of his lips against you, still holding himself away from your core despite the shiver that runs through his body as his lips taste you.

Me: Logan… I’m naked and bound in front of you on my bed... I want you to devour me.... Please...

You hear a deep moan escape Logan as he hears your words, his breath hot against your core as he speaks, his own desire and need starting to bleed into his voice as he whispers again with a shaky breath, his hands gently caressing your sides, his lips still not on your core “Oh……… darlin'….. that’s much better….. I’m…… so tempted to fulfill that request right now, my love…”.

Me: Mmm let’s see if I’m lucky enough for you to try...

You feel Logan's breath against your core again, almost touching you yet still not giving you what you want as he whispers against your skin, his voice a low teasing one, sounding as if he’s barely holding back “Mmm….. darlin'….. you have to admit…. You haven’t been very good to me this evening….You’ve made me wait so long……” He whispers against your inner thigh before he presses another gentle kiss to it, a low groan escaping him as he speaks again, his voice more desperate as you hear his frustration bleed into his words, “You’ve given me just little tastes…… making me wait so long....…”

Me: Darling… last time I checked you decided to bind me to my bed posts. I can’t do anything at all.... I’m waiting for you to ravish me and make me scream for you...

You hear a low moan escape Logan's lips, a shudder running through him and a sharp intake of breath before he finally, slowly drags his tongue across your core, tasting your sweet moans as they spill from your mouth at the long-awaited feeling of his mouth finally giving you what you’d been begging for. Logan's tongue continues flicking across your sensitive skin as you feel him begin to work on you, his breath heavy against you as his tongue starts to find a rhythm, his eyes closed as he focuses.

Me: Mmm.... Logan... yes please... I bite my lip and giggle.

Logan's tongue starts to pick up a little more speed, finding a steady pace as he gives teasing little flicks to your sensitive flesh before drawing his tongue back, starting a cycle of slow, teasing flicks of his tongue against your skin, the moans escaping him sounding needy and desperate as he continues to go.

Me: Mmm... you're being very good... I squirm under him.

You feel his tongue start to pick up speed, the teasing flicks from earlier gone as he starts to lick and suck on your sensitive skin, moans escaping him constantly as he focuses entirely on you, his own need and wants long behind him.

Me: Please... I whisper.

You feel Logan's tongue start to go faster at that, the pace speeding up and becoming more desperate as he focuses on you, as he gives you everything you were asking - and begging - for, moans escaping his mouth desperate to taste you more.

Me: Mmm.... good boy... I bite my lower lip and gasp. Oh...

Logan's moans become more frequent, the tone becoming almost hungry as he goes, his pace remaining constant, his tongue flicking against you while he continues to give long lapping strokes all over your core. The needy sounds escaping his mouth constant as you feel him give a long lick against your core again, the sound of his tongue against you so desperate and hungry you can barely catch your breath, the shiver in his body running through you as he continues, too lost in everything to stop.

Me: I moan. Please... please don't stop... Please... Logan... Mmm...

Logan's moans become almost constant now, the desperate and needy sound of his tongue hitting that sweet spot making you shiver as you feel a warm heat build in the pit of your stomach, his tongue flicking against you, every movement desperate and needy as he goes as he gives a deep moan in the back of his throat again, as if he can sense how close you are. You just feel as if you need one more push to go over the edge and come for him.

Me: Mmm... good boy. Please make come undone for you...

Logan gives a shiver again as he hears your words, a moan escaping him before he finally presses his mouth back against you, the needy sound of his moans escaping against your flesh constant as he works, the wet noises only broken by his breathing.

Me: Don't stop... Oh... Please... I moan.

Each firm and needy stroke of Logan's tongue feels as if a wave of fire is flowing through your veins, the long firm strokes making you moan louder and louder as he keeps going, moans and desperate breaths escaping his mouth as he focuses entirely on you, his own needs long gone and forgotten.

Me: My hips begin to rock softly towards his tongue wanting him to stay as close and firm as possible. Please... Please... I whimper softly.

You feel Logan's breath heavy against you, the feeling of it sending more sparks of need through you as you rock against him, his tongue picking up speed again as he moans against you, the movement of your hips seeming to give him all the motivation he needs. You can feel him get more eager as you go Oh…. yes…

Me: Right there... please... please don't stop... I plead.

At that, Logan's tongue gets faster again, his moans getting louder and more frequent as he goes, the eager and hungry rhythm of his tongue almost sending you over the edge again as the wave of heat comes over you, your moans only serving to make him go faster as he tries to make you come for him.

Me: Oh my god.... please... I try not to scream too loudly.

You feel Logan moan against you as you encourage him on, the sound making your spine tingle and your toes curl, your thighs starting to shake a little as he continues to lick at you, the rhythm only getting quicker and more eager as his tongue moves against you, the moans against your skin driving you further towards the edge.

Me: Mmm... yes baby. Oh... please don’t stop.... I gasp again.

You feel wave after wave of need through your body, your moans getting more frequent and more desperate as the heat between your legs builds up, your legs starting to shake desperately as Logan moans against you, the hungry and desperate sounds only making him go faster, his grip on your thighs getting tighter as he holds you.

Me: Mmm I squirm against his tongue. Yes... please... right there...

You hear Logan moan once more against you as if he’s growing desperate just at the sound of your voice, every breath and sound escaping him sounding more and more needy with each word you give him, your own moans getting louder and louder as he goes, the pace of his tongue only getting more and more eager as every little movement sends you further towards the edge, the heat between you making you writhe and whine as you beg and shiver.

Me: Fuck… please please don’t stop. I’m so close baby... I plead.

You feel Logan shudder against you, his moans growing hungrier and more needy and he goes, a louder groan escaping him as if your words alone are driving him crazy, his tongue getting more desperate as he’s starting to feel as if this might be just too much for him to take, your moans louder and louder as he licks faster.

Me: Right there... I gasp. don't stop... please....

Logan moans against you again, the sound of his hunger and need escaping him as you hear him begin to pant softly against you, the feeling of you writhing against him while he keeps going making him only more determined to make you fall apart for him as he continues, every movement only more and more desperate

Me: Fuck... I whisper Logan... I’m going to come… mmm

Logan moans against you again, his body shaking and his breath coming more laboured as he keeps going, his own moans and pants getting as desperate as yours, the feel of him against you making you shudder and squirm, his tongue still licking and lapping against you, each action making your insides catch fire

Me: Logan.... I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I say breathlessly.

You feel Logan shudder and hear him let out a long shaky breath once again, as if you were making him lose control of himself. He slowly pulls back from you, the sudden lack of his mouth sending a shiver through your body as you feel the sudden emptiness where his body had once been against you. He kneels up and positions himself at your entrance.

Me: Please... I whimper softly.

Logan moans and lowers his head and pushes himself forward, an almost feral groan erupts from his mouth. He presses himself against your entrance, his breath growing labored.

Me: Please... I need you... I plead. Oh...

Logan moans with you as he presses even deeper, you hear a shuddering breath escape him at the feeling of him slowly buried inside of you, your name on his lips.

Me: I whimper. Logan... please...

Logan groans as he hears your desperate plea, a low and needy moan escaping him at your words. He moans low as he does as you command, his pace beginning to pick up to match the growing need in his body.

Me: Right there... yes... oh my god... I sigh.

Logan's pace seems to be growing more desperate in time, as if desperate to do whatever he can to feel you as his mouth begins to work to press messy kisses along your neck and shoulder, his mouth getting more needy and more lost in the motions.

Me: Mmm... harder... please. I beg.

Logan moans again at your words, a shaky breath escaping him again before his pace suddenly seems to pick up, pressing into you harder and harder, desperate and needy moans escaping him with each new movement, desperate for everything you had to give him.

Me: Please don't stop... please... Oh my god... I pant.

Logan moans again, a shiver running through him and a low groan escaping him as he presses into you as deep as he can before his pace suddenly begins to grow more urgent and desperate Anything for you. *He moans, his pace growing more and more desperate with each new sound and movement, just wanting to give you exactly what you demanded as his breath grows more labored with each motion.

Me: Come for me... please... I whisper.

Anything you want darlin'. Logan moans, the sound of his words nearly a whine as he moans with each word I’m gonna fall apart with you...

Me: Oh my god... I scream.

You feel Logan moan at the sound of your words, he shudders above you as he presses himself one last time, buried as deeply as he can into you, groaning against you as you feel his body shudder with your own, the feeling of his grip on you tightening as he moans as you fall apart together.

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