celestialrequiem

[celestialrequiem]

hammered

you get a little too turnt during girls night, and logan comes to your rescue.

CW: heavily suggestive, profanity, Logan's your white knight, Ororo's gettin lit, men are creeps, you're actually drunk as a skunk, etc.

"You guys got together?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Ororo gasped, loudly, sitting up straight in her seat.

Your brows furrowed, eyes widening at her volume, a few passing party-goers sharing concerned looks.

"Say it louder. I don't think the rest of the city heard you..." you grumbled, face burning as you took a sip from your strawberry daiquiri.

She sat next to you on the little leather couch situated at the back of the club near the bar, which had began to trickle with activity.

The three of you had been there for only about thirty minutes, the buzz of the night starting to pick up, the dance floor packed with dancers and drinks flowing.

And the eyes, still staring.

"Ignore her, (n/n)," Jean smiled, kindly, as she rested a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I think it's sweet you two took it at your own pace. It shows how serious you both are about this."

The three of you were having easy conversation, drinking and gabbing about whatever came to mind, when you and Logan were suddenly brought up.

And Ororo nearly died of shock when she found out you two were official.

"And speaking of seriousness... I believe we have an audience..."

Another group of three in particular, whose gazes were piercing you and your friends from across the way.

The three intense pairs of eyes belonged to three men in their best designer.

They each had their own outstanding feature: the tallest one sitting on the right had long, black hair, while the one on the left had arms roped in tattoos and lip piercings, the final one having a buzz cut and a snaggle-toothed smile.

Their lustful stares all but ignored by the two sitting next to you, your mind preoccupied with downing your second daiquiri that soon turned into a third.

You barely paid the men any mind, already knowing a man ten times hotter than all of them combined.

You actually missed him a whole damn lot.

You both were supposed to have a date night, but he got called last minute to round up Rogue and her friends who were causing havoc at some far off arcade.

So the girls dragged you out to the club, much to your protest.

'The kids just had to choose tonight of all nights...'

Ororo scoffed, gulping down another jell-O shot, "Waiting on him to come?" she chuckled, the flashing club lights making her light eyes sparkle.

You flushed in your mini dress, feeling hot despite the blasting AC and your exposed skin.

"You'll be waiting a while," she sighed, crossing her smooth legs over one another. "I heard Scott over the phone... those kids are in serious trouble."

You'd be lying if you said you weren't disappointed that he wasn't there, resting his hand at the small of your back, giving you those lustful stares on the dance floor, and complimenting your outfits in his own Logan way.

You'd done so much to make sure you looked hotter than hot, too.

You had raided your closet and pulled out a short, backless mini dress that made your legs look longer and showed off the curve of your spine sliding down towards your ass.

You loved, loved, loved it—how beautiful the black fabric looked against your skin; how sexy it made you feel.

Not to mention it was one of Logan's favorites.

He'd torn it off you many times.

Combined with your stiletto heels, fresh mani-pedi, the perfume adorning your wrists and the back of your knees, and hair that gracefully caressed your shoulders, you felt like a damn vixen.

Ororo sat up, taking your hand in hers, "No sense in sitting around while you wait, eh?"

She smirked at you, mischief in her eyes.

"Let's dance."

You paused a moment, hesitant.

But in that instant, those three daiquiris hit you like a truck, and all inhibitions went out the window.

'Fuck it.'

You stood up, chugging the last of your drink before taking her hand.

"Let's do it."

Famous last words.

Smoothly, you glided your fingers up your body, swaying your hips in rhythm with the beat as Ororo danced with one of the men.

You two had been dancing so well, you called the attention of the entire club. And with you about seven daiquiris in, it felt as if the music was coursing through your veins and melding with your bones.

The men of the establishment were hounding you both relentlessly—Jean having escaped to the bar to strike up some friendly conversation with the bartender—and even with your inebriated state, you fought them off vigorously, smacking away hands and returning advances with a sharp tongue.

Though the novelty was beginning to fade, and the urge to go home had began to set in.

As if on que, your phone began to buzz, taking your attention away from your thoughts.

"Hold up! I'm getting a call!" you laughed. "I'll be right back, 'Ro!"

She gave you a wink before you went stumbling off the dance floor, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You decided to go to the nearest ladies' room, leaning against the wall where the long line started, before flipping open your phone.

You looked down at the caller ID, grinning to see the name of your favorite guy on the screen.

"Heyyyy, Logan," you sang into the phone with a drunk giggle.

"There you are," Logan let out a sigh of relief from the other side of the phone. "I've been tryin' to reach ya. I just finished roundin' up the kids and droppin' 'em off back home, so I'm free for the rest of the night if ya still wanna go out."

"Oh!" you chuckled, "Sorry!"

As you paused, Logan suddenly became confused.

"Where the hell are you? It's so loud, I can barely hear ya."

You placed one foot up on the wall, leaning your back flush against the cool tiles. "'Roro 'n' Jean took me to the club 'n' these guys tried to join us," you slurred. "Oh, they bought us drinks, too. And one said he liked my dress. He wasn't as good looking as you."

"You wearin' the backless one?" he asked, sounding intrigued.

You giggled giddily in response, finding humor in his quiet curse.

"Damn... ya had to pull that one out?"

"Oh, you should see me, Logan... I look gooood," you smiled, looking down at yourself. "But it's not the same... s'not as fun without you."

You lowered your foot back down to the ground and crossed your arm over your midsection, suddenly feeling cold and small.

"I miss you, Logan," you said, quietly. "Could you pick me up, please?"

His chest warmed at your tone, unable to fight the smirk on his face.

Despite the fact that you were absolutely sloshed, your mind still drifted to him, and even missed him when he was away.

It was adorable.

"Sure, sweetheart. Where are—?" "Wait!" you shrieked, a smile blooming on your face as you got quiet.

Logan cocked a brow.

'Huh?'

It was your favorite song.

"Logan! It's my song! I'll be right back!" you smile into the phone before hanging up, scrambling back to Ororo.

When you shimmeyed back onto the dance floor, she happily greeted you, moving in sync with the rhythm as you began your own moves.

"Oooo, what's that?" you asked, pointing at the glass she was holding.

It was orange and topped with ice and chopped oranges and strawberries, reminding you of a tequila sunrise.

"Want it?" she giggled, holding it out for you to take.

Which you gladly did, tossing it back lie it was water, humming approvingly at the taste as you licked the remnants off your lips.

The two men next to her were close to falling out from the scene.

"Fuck," one of them groaned. "Can you do that to me?"

You turned to them, brows furrowed. "Fuck off. My guy's gonna be here anyyyyy second."

Ororo gasped as she threw an arm around you, pulling you close to her perfume-soaked neck, "He's coming? That's great!"

You both cheered together, throwing your hands in the air as you continued to dance.

"C'mon," a man smirked from behind you. "What's he doing leaving a pretty lil' thing like you alone?"

Your face fell, expression annoyed as you turned to him, "Didn't I tell you to go somewhere? He's gonna show up sooon..."

The man had gotten closer, so close that you could see him lick his lips, expectantly.

He scoffed, leering down at you under the strobe lights, "But he ain't here, is he?"

"I wouldn't put money on it, bub," Logan replied from behind him.

Your eyes lit up like stars as soon as you laid eyes on your dark, handsome bodyguard.

He stood there behind the man with his thick, leather-clad arms crossed over his broad chest, which was covered by his white tee.

And he looked less than pleased.

"Logan!" you smiled, moving to stand by his side like a magnet.

The man turned to face him, watching as Logan snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

"This is the boyfriend?" he laughed, amused.

His words hardened Logan's expression tenfold, and it took everything in you not to giggle.

"Yeah, I am. And why the fuck are you still here?"

His words forced the man's expression to meld into one of frustration, and you bit back an amused smile at the sight.

You were drunk out of your mind, but you knew better than to interfere.

The man swallowed thickly, "I was just—"

"Harrassin' my woman."

You felt your heart flutter at the nickname.

He'd been calling you that for a while, but somehow it always felt like the first time.

"I didn't know she was yours—"

In a flash, his Logan's fist was up, his claws were on display and right in front of the man's face, scaring the shit out of him.

"I don't like repeating myself," he spat, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Fuck. Off."

You both watched the man scatter, eyes wide as he scrambled toward the bar.

Damn.

'What a bitch...'

"You alright?" Logan asked, taking off his leather jacket as he glared around the room, taking notice of the other leering men on the dance floor. "This place is full of fuckin' sleazeballs."

You shrugged, running a hand through your hair, "Eh, I managed."

Wordless, he handed over his jacket, your nose wrinkled in confusion.

"What's that for?"

"You're shivering, (n/n)."

You looked down at yourself, realizing that you were, indeed, shivering.

"Oh."

"C'mon," he sighed, draping the jacket over your shoulders before resting his hand at the small of your back, steering you toward the exit. "I think that's enough fun for one night."

Glancing back at Ororo, he gave a small look, slightly concerned.

"Scott's on his way for you two... You gonna be good?"

"Tipsy, but okay!" she gave him a thumbs up, along with a little wink. "Have fun, you two!"

He ignored the innuendo, but nodded, going back to ushering you out the back door.

"I missed you, Logan," you confessed, a slight whine to your voice as you practically clung to him.

"I know you did, sweetheart," he sighed, approaching one of Cyclops' cars. "Let's get you home."

The moment you hung up the phone, he sped over to the club, breaking about fifteen different traffic laws in the process.

An annoyance he decided to deal with the next day.

Without warning, you grabbed him, shoving him up against a wall of the alley you were in, interlocking your fingers as your free hand traced mindless shapes in his chest.

"You look so good, Logan," you purred, eyeing him up and down with hungry eyes, heating him from the inside out. "So good."

Suddenly, your lips attached to his neck, lazily peppering the flesh with kisses and pecks, with the occasional nip.

"(n/n)... you're drunk," Logan stated, moreso for himself, as he weakly tried to pry you off.

"I'd do this anyway," you grinned into his skin, pulling back to look at him, gaze half-lidded. "You look so sexy..."

Slowly, your lips curled into a hazy, loving smile, your eyes staring up at him like he was the only thing in the world.

Fuck...

You'd think he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

'This woman's gonna be the death of me...'

"What's wrong?" you asked, lips pouty and eyes glassy as you looked up at him, your expression one of hurt. "You're not touching me..."

"Doll," he sighed, voice slightly strained. "As gorgeous as you look... and as much as I wanna pin you against this wall... you're fuckin' hammered. And I'd like to feel you up when you actually know what yer doin'."

He pulled back to see your reaction, only to find you were already out like a light, softly snoring and drooling all over his shirt.

A soft smile fell onto his lips at the adorable sight, the man brushing some of your hair out your face before scooping you up in his arms, pressing a long kiss on your forehead.

'Somethin' else...'

[celestialrequiem]

The many faces of Hugh Jackman in X-men Origins: Wolverine (2009)

[celestialrequiem]

LOGAN (2017) dir. james mangold THE LAST OF US (2023-) created by neil druckmann, craig mazin

(pt. ¼)

[celestialrequiem]

“It’s not that serious after all.”

[celestialrequiem]

They are backkkkkk

Starlust | a series

Pairing | Din Djarin x Female reader

The solace of sorgan was sought by many, but one krill farmer had always dreamed of venturing out from the desolate planet and into the stars. Her quaint village had been her only world, so when a Mandalorian and peculiar child present the unsung chance to traverse the galaxy alongside them, she knows she must do anything to take it.

Warnings | Use of blasters. (No use of Y/N, Follows canon closely, Slowburn, Eventual Smut)

Word count | 3.3k

Author's note | This is my first Pedro fic! Wowie. Hopefully, I can keep consistent and update this series regularly. I've also never written a series before? Or slow burn? so I pray this isn't garbage eek. *Not proof read*

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The ripples of hot water danced with a pearlescent sheen, reflecting the high sun as it clouded through the rising steam. The pond's surface only fluttered following your movements, its small body swaying with yours as you scanned the depths for Krill. Prancing upwards from the deep, the crustaceans' translucent blue bodies flailed daringly through the air before falling back to the water, leaving dimples and wavelets in their wake that lapped at the water-logged cloth of your hip. A moment of still allowed the water's tension to form, falling back to peace and concealing the teetering Krill within. You stood with heavy hands that held a wicker basket in their grips, edging for a moment of clarity in the foggy depths until you could drive them below. 

Breaking surface, the water sloshed when the shallow wicker dove into it, rising back quickly to display dozens of Krill jerking in every direction, suspended in the steamed air. Pouring your catch to the steepened bucket on the turf behind you, you noted its rim was now flush with blue bodies, some even piling higher than your head currently stood.

Trudging wet boots towards the village centre, you came across the rest of the day's harvest and added your own to the vast collection. It was nearing four weeks since the last Klatooinian attack, and the fruitful harvest before you sat there only because of the help from some peculiar guests still quartered in the barn.

A Mandalorian and an ex Shock-trooper, an unlikely pair, you had thought, but their refuge in the village had liberated your people from a previously ironclad grip of the local Klatooinians. Their tribe had rained terror on the village for years, growing fiercer with each hit and stealing more of the harvest each time they ventured through. The new visitors had taught you to fight, to fend for yourself against the raging attacks, and in doing so, saved you all.

A choir of giggles scampered by you, the children who voiced them near toppling you over as they brushed past, chasing and weaving through the houses and ponds. "Careful!" You smiled them off as they ran, hearing shouted apologies that waned towards their end with the distance already between you.

Among the children running amuck was an unusual boy. A green child with curled white hair spread thinly over wrinkled skin. He stood only a foot tall, his tiny body shrunken inside a beige robe that covered all but his head and three-fingered hands. He was inquisitive by nature, constantly scouring the ponds for Sorgan frogs with his gigantic brown eyes and listening for their hops with his overtly large ears.

He had arrived with the Mandalorian a few weeks before, and the children befriended the little alien immediately. Enamoured by his constant mischief and unnatural hunger, his quirks were like none their young minds had ever known.

But whether or not the beskar man had fathered the child or was merely harbouring him as cargo was unbeknownst to you. The child's lack of a name showed disinterest from his caretaker, and yet he was protective of the boy. Ridiculously so. He hardly let him out of sight, standing by the barn door as he played, back propped against its woven frame and presumably monitoring from behind the unmoving steel of his helmet.

That's where you found him now, standing in watch and holding passing conversation with Cara, your other guest. His stance seemed unfit for a man of his status, armour-clad and weapons-ready, he looked prepared for battle, yet his shoulders slumped, relaxing his weight onto the barn behind him. 

Gurgles and coos branched up from your feet, bringing your attention to the green child below whose hands were outstretched and grabbing towards you. His nails clawed at the dampness of your trouser leg, grip clamping down before you lifted him to settle on the ledge of your hip. "How's my favourite whomp rat?" You proposed your question with what had become a regular nickname for the little scoundrel, and he mouthed a gasping smile when you moved your free hand to tickle his tummy.

Bubbling as he squirmed in your grip, his movements slowed with a yawn, the stretch of his mouth contrasting his tired eyes when they squeezed shut in his exhaustion. Burrowing his head towards your shoulder, the boy had decided to nap in the comfort of your arms rather than return a few extra feet to his doting Mandalorian.

Chuffing at his closeness, you strolled towards the barn with the resting babe clung to your side. "Mando?" catching his attention, his helmet turned to you, lowering slightly as he assessed the tired-out buddle in your arms. 

"Chasing stray Krill must have tuckered him out. Poor guy couldn't even make it back to bed." You chuckled your words, doing your best to converse with the Mandalorian, but you wouldn't pretend it was easy. You found yourself constantly nervous to approach him. His many plates of armour and plethora of weapons certainly didn't paint him as the most inviting to casual conversation. 

"Come're, Kid" He took the child from your arms and cradled him to his chest, beskar helmet peering down and gloved fingers moving to adjust the child's robe to lay over him more comfortably.

The inability to read his features or figure out his modulated tone often left you wondering if the Mandalorian was truly made of flesh or just a freakishly convincing protocol droid. But when you saw the man's affection for the child, you couldn't help but feel you were witness to the naked emotion that strong armour fought so tirelessly to hide. 

You didn't want to slight him. You admired the Mandalorian more than anyone you were yet to meet. To be a benevolent warrior was one thing, but to uphold the strictest creed in the known galaxy with such willingness was devotion you had not seen before. It couldn't help but intimidate you at times.

Cara stood from her seat, discarding her empty Spotchka cup on a nearby table and patting the Mandalorian's right pauldron. Leaning into her grip, she gazed over his shoulder at the creature snoozing in his arms. "It's gonna break his little heart." her hand slipped down the steel, pushing off him as she departed the barn porch.

This puzzled you, eyebrows creasing and lips parting to speak but unsure what to ask. The mandalorian took notice of this and gruffed a sigh through his modulator. He repositioned his stance, his posture correcting itself from its previously relaxed state and muscles tensing to stand taller. 

"Can I have a word?" His sudden solemnity surprised you. You had never surpassed small talk with him before.

"Of course." You didn't protest; there was no need. You were curious to see what the man of steel could be so keen to share.

He entered the barn, placing the child in his crib and allowing him to continue his premature nap. Your damp footing followed only to the uncurtained doorway, stopping to watch the soft action and sleepy babe with adoring eyes from a distance. The barn had been lived in by the trio of outsiders for over a month now, yet the only remnants of their beings were a few ruffled blankets amid hay-bestrewn floorboards and an amban sniper rifle propped precariously against some storage boxes. You had always longed to know what vast treasures could be found off-planet, but it appeared these particular travellers had yet to bring any aside from weapons. You supposed vagabonds like themselves didn't have room for a whole lot of stuff, never mind the galaxy's luxuries.

Coming back around to you, the Mandalorian motioned you to walk with him. And you did. 

The pair of you walked past the seeded ponds, the muddied and soaked turf between them squelching under your feet as you made your way to the skirts of the tree line. It was spring, and the grass was flush with yellow and blue flora. Innumerable blossomed buds peeked through the grass, waiting until you were within reach before their petals folded themselves shut and waiting again until you were again at a safe enough distance to open themselves without danger.

"It's very.. nice here." The Mandalorian halted his movements, turning to face you with hesitant words. They sounded... nervous, you thought.

"I'm glad you think so." You responded with a gentle smile, the sun behind him reflecting off his mirrored helmet and causing you to squint your eyes slightly.

"I think it's clear he's... He's happy here. Safe here." He motioned his hand towards the barn, alluding to the boy soundly asleep inside, unaware of what his caretaker was currently suggesting.

"Yes, he is." You thought back on the countless occasions you had caught the child rummaging through the krill stocks or playing with the other children in the fields. "We all adore him. Both of you."

"I-" he seemed to trip over his words, clearing his throat before speaking again. "I don't belong here."

This wasn't the news you had hoped to hear. The village was eternally grateful to Mando and, in recent times, had grown fond of his forthright company. 

"You could." You took a pause, breathing in the sorgan air and turning to the townsfolk you knew as family and friends still farming their ponds. "You could lead a normal life here. You and the child" You looked back to Mando, his beskar still focused on you. 

"It's better this way. I don't belong here." He repeated his previous words. "Travelling with me. That's no life for a kid. I can't keep him safe." 

You knew he was right. From what you had heard, bounty hunting was a dangerous profession and demanding enough that duelling childcare as a single father alongside it would be too hazardous. Despite his sound reasoning, you couldn't help but fear how the poor child would cope without his company. Stars, he couldn't even let mando stroll through the forests without clinging desperately to his side the entire time. Cara was right. This would break his little heart.

And you would admit, the thought of the Mandalorian leaving cratered deep in your chest too. No more late nights gathered around the fire, listening as he weaved the children vague stories of adventures he'd been on; Blaster battles between the skyscrapers of Coruscant and Bounty hunts through the casinos of Cantonica. You dreamed of it every night you slept and brooded over it each morning you woke. It had been enough to re-spark a flame in your heart suffocated many years ago when you were only a girl. But the star lust you felt as a child paled in comparison to the depraved way you coveted each new morsel of information that sounded from that metal head of his.  

The universe stretched far and wide, yet you had seen none of it. At least with Mando, you had finally heard tales of the galaxy's wonders. Him returning to the stars meant losing that part of yourself all over again, and you weren't ready for that.

"What if-" You stopped your words too late, the beginning of a sentence you felt you had been edging your entire life towards tumbling out before you had decided if it should be said at all. "What if someone could care for him when you couldn't? A helping hand. That travelled with you, I mean. That way, he could stay with you on your ship." 

Silence. He uttered not a single word. Not a grunt or a sigh, not even his breath could be heard through the modulator. Was he considering your offer? Or was he stunned speechless, by the proposal of such a stupid idea? You instantly regretted your crass decision, regretted suggesting something so insane. You barely knew the man. Whilst you had deeply bonded with the child, you hadn't anything more than passing pleasantries with the cryptic Mandalorian. You had never seen his face, never known anything about him aside from the stories of savagery he called a job. You didn't even know his name.

After too long hearing only the birds and distant chatter of people still working nearby, your hot cheeks pushed your lips to a pout, preparing to apologise profusely for suggesting such an insane concept-

"I could use a crew member to help me with the little guy, and I can pay you handsomely." The blunt, baritone way he phrased his static words was nothing abnormal, but his blasé towards your idea without much further questioning was.

Your tongue had been caught before it could speak and was now frozen alongside everything else in your body, apart from your heart; It was racing faster than it ever had.

"Really? You would l-let me come?" You couldn't believe what you were hearing. If you had thought him to be so agreeable, you would have floated the idea weeks ago.

"Yes." His reply was Casual. So matter-of-fact, as if his answer wasn't one you had been antagonising over for your entire life. Of course, he didn't know that, and you hoped to keep it that way. He didn't need to worry about how happy-go-lucky his new crew mate would be just to step foot inside a starship. It would only cause to be another distraction the Mandalorian didn't need.

"O-okay." You nodded, fiddling your fingers around each other in a myriad of patterns. "When would we leave?"

"Soon." The man shifted his weight from one leg to another, taking a brief glance around the town he would soon be bidding farewell. "In the next day or two."

"Right." The realisation of leaving the only home you had ever known began to knock your mind. You were born here, not far from where you stood now. You would be leaving your family, the friends you had once toddled alongside and every comfort you had ever known, all for the risk of travelling alongside a bounty hunter and never knowing when or if you would even return. 

"Are you sure you can handle that?" He said, presumably noticing the staggered expression painting your face.

The thought was enough to make your stomach form summersaults and your sanity plead mercy on the idea of leaving at all. But this was your only chance, and the knowledge of that alone was worth risking everything else to take it. "Yes. I can."

Your confession couldn't help but tug the crease lines of your lips, drawing them to a smile. It was finally your turn.

"We should-" The Mandalorian's words were struck short when the exploding sound of a blaster shot thundered across the village. Within a half-second, Mando had shunned you behind him, pointing his blaster accusing towards the treeline. 

"Go get the kids!" He bellowed, already sprinting towards the noise and encouraging you to do the opposite. 

You and a few others shepherd the children into the barn, reinforcing the curtained door with storage boxes that each held at least three times your weight. The green child had stirred awake from the commotion entering his bedroom. Inspecting him, you took him from the crib and hurridly concealed him against your chest. The children's shallow cries and whispers filled the vapid wicker room, and you did your best to shush them. Holding their trembling bodies in a close huddle, you awaited in perforated silence for further word you were safe.

After five agonising minutes, the storage boxes came crashing to the ground, falling from their positions to the wooden floor with a series of harsh thumps that had you clenching the muscles of your face in a cringe. It was the Mandalorian, his chest falling with a heavy sigh as he reassured the children and concerned residents they were safe. 

His helmet moved to you. Unsure if he was eyeing you or the small boy in your arms, you said nothing. His shoulders slumped forward, the chin of his helmet making contact with his chest plate before raising his T-shaped visor to you both again. 

"Change of plans." His voice scraped through the modulator.

Of course. He wasn't taking you anymore. Your dreams were about to rain down in front of you to be buried among the hay-covered ground and forgotten forever. Your tensed heart raised to the height of your chest, a sour sensation inching its way up from the base of your stomach to the depths of your throat as you anticipated his subsequent words.

"We're leaving today."

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The shot was Cara's. She had taken out a bounty hunter situated between the trees before he could fire the blaster he had aimed straight into the barn window. The guy had been tracking Mando and the kid since before they even arrived. Apparently, the entire guild was hunting the child. Though Mando wouldn't tell you why he was being stalked, he told you the child would never be safe from the bounty placed on him as long as he stayed stationary. Even sorgan wasn't safe. The option to leave the child and you behind was no longer viable, and your new job as his travelling nanny would be more dangerous than you had once believed.

Bidding goodbye to your home was the hardest thing you had ever done. Separated not only by time, but physical distance, every blade of grass, each droplet of water, and giggle ever shared would rest behind you now. 

Informing your loved ones you were leaving should have had you blubbering enough to fill buckets, but the night had fallen, and the thousands of celestial objects decorating your sky began peering through the trees and whispering to you. There was no need for tears. This was your purpose.

You packed your satchel with haste, avoiding keeping the Mandalorian waiting or annoying him before your journey together had even begun. You grabbed as much clothing as possible, the spread of equality between the shirts and pants was almost definitely wrong, but you didn't have time to care. Pocketing a spotchka heavy flask and a blanket you were sure the little one would nab as soon as he got the chance, you tied the satchel shut and made your way to the waiting haul cart.

The moonlight flickered silhouettes of leafy branches, swaying in the gusts of wind that whistled through the village. The ponds were still now, all earlier activity having ceased and the day having come to its close. Dusk had seeped over the quaint town; the only light source was lanterns hung over doors and one that sat haphazardly on the edge of the haul cart.

You threw the bag to the back of the trailer, getting ready to clamber on when the Mandalorian offered you his guiding grasp. Thanking him, you sat yourself down opposite him. Taking one last glance around as the Mandalorian himself has done earlier in the sunlight. Though, unlike the Mandalorian's casual pass, your eyes had borne the weight of each detail they crossed, growing heavier and heavier until tears formed in their blurred stead.

Wiping your misty eyes, you turned to the beskar man, who tipped his head in question. Are you sure about this? He asked.

Yes. You nodded back.

Smacking the side of the cart with his gloved hands, he signaled the droid to start driving. You waved to the villagers left in your wake, and the little monster beside you did too. 

The stars await.

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finally facing my waterloo || stu macher

stu macher x gn!reader

y/n slowly realizes their boyfriend, stu macher, is one of the ghostface killers. the dilemma? they'be been best friends with stu since childhood and that kind of passionate loyalty doesn't just go away when morals come to play. (can be read as an extension to 'what's your favorite scary movie?')

warnings: stu is his own warning, mentions of canon typical violence, murder, blood, mentions of another man worth his own warning (billy Loomis), toxic relationships, angst, toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslighting, reader isn't perfectly of sound mind, idc if you're 6'11 stu is taller I don't make the rules, cussing, mentions of nsfw topics, stu used ghostface to intimidate reader bc it made him feel cool, also timeline is a little off just go with it, stu calls reader baby, dollface, and scream queen once at the end.

requests open!

not proofread but yk lmak

"Stu, please not Psycho again!" You whined, throwing a pillow at him as he went to put the video in.

"C'mon Y/N, it's one of my favorites." Stu imitated the high pitched music as he stabbed an imaginary knife, putting the video in as you rolled your eyes and he went back over to the couch.

"If you keep watching it I'll have to assume you're gonna go all Norman Bates on everyone." You joked as you sat up a bit to make room for him, after an awkward silence he chuckled. "You planning something nefarious?" Your eyebrows rose as he threw the pillow down at you.

"You gonna throw me in jail like Sidney did to Billy?" He grinned, laying down on his stomach, arms folded on your legs.

Your rolled your eyes, "Come on, don't joke about that Stu. She was really freaked out, I mean she got attacked." There of course was the unspoken thing about how you had also gotten a Ghostface call and how you're horror movie obsessed boyfriend had also suddenly appeared just in time. But he was already on his way and you hadn't physically been attacked, so it wasn't really the same. At least that's what you told yourself.

"What, you can't actually think Billy did it, babe." His voice still sounded playful, but his eyes bore into what felt like every corner of your soul.

You rubbed the back of your neck in discomfort, both of you ignoring this movie beginning, "I mean, I don't know. Could be anyone I guess, as Randy would say "we're all suspects.""

"Even me?" He smiled that ridiculously toothy grin, inching closer.

You chucked uncomfortably, "I mean, I guess." Your heart was racing for reasons you couldn't even begin to fathom. "So, speaking of Randy-"

"Oh boy." Stu rolled his eyes, sitting up.

"Don't be a dick!" You threw the pillow back at him and he stuck his tounge out at you, like the childish Stu you'd pretty much always known. "Anyways," You moced yourself closer to him again, "I was talking to Randy on the phone before I came and he said something about you and Billy cornering him in the video store."

"Y/N, he was yelling his accusations about Billy to the whole video store, it was just some light teasing. We didn't Carrie him or anything." He laughed at his joke, repeating it in hopes you'd get it. "You know Carrie." You couldn't stop yourself from laughing no matter how stupid his jokes were, he always compelled something inside of you.

"God, you're a dork. Stop trying to distract me!" You lightly shoved at his shoulder. "I heard Billy was standing in the horror movie aisle and Randy mentioned how he'd just gotten released. How incriminating that could look." You didn't want your tone to sound argumentative, but your boyfriends lack of feeling had a habit of pissing you off.

A dark look flashed through his eyes, "Drop it, Y/N. It's not a big deal." His tone was also a bit more forceful. He stood up, "I'm gonna make some popcorn. Also, Randy was talking about how he was hoping to reap the rewards and get Sidney to date him so." He started to walk off, getting his final jab.

"Oh my god!" You flopped back down at the couch, it was almost like he wanted you to suspect Randy.

"Hey, everyone's a suspect!" He yelled from the kitchen and you rolled your eyes, focusing on the movie. The unwanted thoughts were bugging you though, wasn't it odd how he and Billy watched this movie a lot more since right before Maureen Prescott's murder? How he felt just a little off, trying to shift blame and focus when you mentioned Billy's actions? Sure he was with you when Casey and Steve died, but you weren't sure about the times.

But, his comments were pretty normal, he was always a little tactless. Maybe they could be a little creepier when you talked about Ghostface, but that could be just a coping mechanism for his own fear. However, you couldn't seem to ignore how both you and Sidney had been called when suddenly your boyfriends, who were best friends, had appeared to save the day. Or how passionately Stu had fucked you that night, even when he'd been trying to be "gentle". He was your childhood friend, your lover, the man you'd been infatuated with since you were 14. You repeated that mantra in your head, telling yourself how paranoid you were being.

You wondered if maybe you should just go take a look around to calm your fears. Of course you wouldn't find anything, you told yourself as you rose off of the couch, but better safe than sorry.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom!" You yelled as you reached the stairwell.

"Don't fall in!" Stu yelled back and you could swear it smelt like the popcorn was burning. Maybe you should just help him, make it yourself, and wrap yourself in those large, comforting arms. You bit your lip as you forced yourself up the stairs, you needed to just take a look and calm yourself. There was nothing to find, anyways.

You hesitantly made your way up the stairs and towards his room. You glanced at the door to his parent's room and felt a surge of guilt, his parents were never around for him and you were supposed to be his partner. You were supposed to take the comforting, loyal role instead, yet here you were checking to make sure he's wasn't a horror movie slasher. You sighed as you opened his bedroom door as quietly as possible.

"Shit!" You whispered when the floorboard creaked beneath you as you entered. Stopping to listen, but you heard nothing besides the fridge opening and closing. In the clear again you went to take a look around. Not sure what could be the incriminating thing, not likely he'd just have a whole bloody knife laying around. You leaned down a bit under his bed and exhaled in relief when all you saw was discarded pants and shoes strewn about. You stood up and was sure your heart beat was loud enough that he could hear it downstairs. You moved a couple of things on his bedside table, his pillows, nothing. It was all fine, you told yourself as you walked over to his dresser. Looking through a couple of drawers you still found nothing, you smiled to yourself it was fine.

"What'cha doing?" Stu's voice made you jump.

"Fuck!" You hit your hand on the dresser. "Way to practice your Norman Bates career, Stu." Shit, you needed a story, "I was just gonna steal one of your shirts. Didn't think you'd mind." You smiled, hand dropping to that drawer. As you started to pull it open he rushed over, pushing it back in.

"I'd prefer no shirt at all." He went in for a kiss and you let him have a quick one before pulling away.

"Nice try, manwhore." You smirked and went to pull at the drawer open again, but his hand held it down a lot harder than expected. You scoffed and when he didn't let up your instincts told you that you needed to see whatever the fuck it was he apparently didn't want you too. You roughly pulled it open to see his shirts, "I already know you don't fold, it's not some big secret." He began to say your name as you lifted the one of the top and then nearly dropped it.

Everything you dreaded finding, the voice changer, the knife, that stupid fucking mask and outfit, and that goddamn mobile phone lay there underneath that shirt. It felt like you both stood there for an eternity waiting for the other to make a move. You didn't even know the move to make, run, cry, talk, what the fuck were you supposed to do against a man who towered over you? Maybe it frightened you a little more when you realized your initial reaction wasn't to think about how to alert the police it was him. But you also didn't know if he thought you were going to do that and what he may do out of fear of that. You were certain he wouldn't really want to kill you, or maybe that was a pipe dream, but if he thought you'd betrayed him he might. You didn't want to die.

You shakily picked up the mobile phone, placing it in his hand, "Why the fuck would you have called me like that?" You started to walk out of the room as calmly as you could, play it safe, whatever survival instincts kicking in you couldn't understand.

"Y/N?" He called after you, following you down the stairs. You stopped in the living room turning towards him.

"What kind of life long friend, no scratch that. What kind of boyfriend buys all that shit to scare his girlfriend and then come in to act like a dick?" You pushed at his arms. First stage of grief, denial. He'd only had it to scare you, he hadn't actually murdered anyone. "What, did you get the mask expecting to break in too, but then decide oh, she's scared enough first my fantasy, you sick fuck?" You shook your head, covering your face as you felt the tears coming. "You said all those things about Casey too."

Stu was also trying to process what was happening, this is not the reaction he was expecting from you. He could work with it though, he really didn't want to have to kill you. "I didn't want you to get hurt Y/N, I wasn't gonna hurt you." He shoved the phone in his pocket as he reached out for you, "C'mon doll face, you always like it when I'm a little bit mean and you look so pretty when you cry, I wasn't going to kill you or anything. Just some fun, cause I know you want new to have fun, don't you?" He had slowly been able to wrap his arms around your body, holding you too him.

For a moment all you could do was stare into oblivion as the cogs of your brain tried to work, what he said made sense, didn't it. It was all just a scene, that's all he had anything for. You began to nod.

"The other-" He started before you cut him off.

"There is no other, you didn't do anything else." The shaking of your head became more and more erratic. You said it so fast that it was obvious you subconsciously knew what he'd really done. He brought his hand to your chin to still your face, looking down at you in confusion. "You couldn't have killed Casey, that would be stupid!" You laughed, pulling away from him.

"What do you mean stupid?" His jaw clenched.

"I mean you're the ex, if you did you wouldn't incriminate yourself like that." You were still laughing, "You didn't do anything else besides be a fucking terrible boyfriend, I mean shit, Stu you were with me that night."

He didn't look guilty because he didn't feel guilty, he loved killing Casey, but your reaction caught him off guard. He'd imagined you'd ideally never find out, or if you regrettably did the way he would have to kill you before you told. He didn't want to, but he'd just knock you out or something first, so it wasn't as difficult. Yet here you were, pushing the obvious conclusion away. It would've been incredulous to think he could get away from your murder with some words, but it seemed to have worked.

"Yeah, I-" He began again, but you stopped him.

"Shut up!" You hissed, pacing around his living room in circles. "You were with me that night, we went to the store, bought snacks, came back here, and then you spent the whole night with me." You didn't leave at all." You stopped to stare at him intensely, voice rigid. You were done convincing yourself, the mental acrobatics weren't working well.

Stu was paused on a reaction, that wasn't true, if course you had to know that wasn't true. You came over here an hour or so after Casey's death, he was certain you had to have known that. "Yeah of course I was, baby. Spent all night with my girl!" He tried to move closer, hoping maybe your defense mechanism was strong enough to force life into that alibi.

"You can't kill exes Stu, that's so fucking stupid!" You kicked at his coffee table before landing down on the couch. Burying your head in your hands, tears burning.

"You're right, dollface, that's why I didn't do it! It's stupid." He stood in front of you and you looked up st him nodding.

"Yeah that's right." He slowly sat down by you and it triggered some other dam to break, you didn't think you could even produce that many tears. "Stu, they're gonna lock you up for something like that, they always look at the boyfriends and the first one is also fucking dead!" You hit your knee in frustration.

It hit Stu that of course you didn't actually forget that night, you were protecting him. His sweet, sweet Y/N didn't want him to go down for it. "Where's the physical evidence to prove that? And I was with you all night."

"Like how when we were kids, you weren't there when the window broke, you were in the field with me." You were still protecting that spoiled little boy from his due consequences.

He smiled, "Yeah, just like that Y/N."

You looked away, choking back a sob, "But you did it on purpose this time, Stu! You gutted them."

"She hurt me, baby. She dumped me, treated me like I wasn't good enough for her. It felt so good, babyz I deserve that don't I? The way it felt." He draped an arm around you, knowing his words were a fast acting poison.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Stu." You turned into his shoulder, wiping away the last of the tears.

"Not your fault, I took care of it. She was so ready to cheat on her new piece to, Y/N, you should of heard it. Asking to be taken out by the stranger on the phone, saying she have no boyfriend when he was tied up outside." You could hear through excitement in his voice and it made your stomach turn. "She was a cheating whore, I basically put him out of his misery. And when I tore that knife from groin to sternum and her entrails started coming out, it was the perfect opening." His tone was still so upbeat and regardless of your head turning I'm his shoulders his ecstacism wouldn't let him stop the description.

Your face felt heavy when you finally just covered his mouth, "Students, I came here to watch movies. Can we just do that instead."

He smiled, "None of them are gonna be as good as mine, Y/N. You wanna be my scream queen?" He asked, kissing you and you knew that no matter what you wouldn't let your boy go down for any of this. You'd defend and cover for him until death did you part.

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small mug of lavender tea - I love the reference of lavender in your pics always hehe

You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, grabbing your colour drained cheeks roughly, smearing blood on your face and kissing you so violently your teeth were clashing against his. - HOT HOT HOT HOT

He moved his hands down to your thong and attempted to pull it down your legs, but let out a grunt of irritation when it was taking longer than it should’ve and ripped it off you too. I imagine Duncan doing that nil ksskksksks especially vile intentions!

He moved his hands down to your thong and attempted to pull it down your legs, but let out a grunt of irritation when it was taking longer than it should’ve and ripped it off you too. OMGGGGG CUT THE CAMERA DEADASS

Gagging kink? Blood kink and daddy kink ? Sign me up

“You either beg me to touch you, or I won’t do it at all.” OMGGGG that’s hot and so demanding totally something michael would do!!

His face had become the lightest thing in the room, and yet still managed to be the most nightmarish. I love this line! 

I love how that the reader’s nickname to Michael is Mikey that’s so cute 

Devil Inside

Outpost!Michael Langdon x Female Reader

Michael’s father had been ignoring him for weeks, so in a fit of rage he decides he'll wait on him no longer. He'll bring forth his new world now, starting with you.

Warnings: lots of blood, a tiny bit about Michael's ritual, breeding kink, choking, a tiny bit of scratching, mentions of daddy kink but not rly? idk, gagging with fingers, oral (female receiving), Michael uses his powers on the reader, and just bcs i'm a freaky bitch, Michael whips out his demon face again.

Notes: This is just porn without plot. I started writing this so long ago! Literally like I wrote the entire first half of it on the summer solstice and then didn't touch it again until tonight ?? like ok then whoopsie ig. ALSO I really hate the only other Micheal fic I have up,, like that shit makes me *puking noises*. Yeah anyways its so bad that it gave me the motivation to finally post this one lmao.

Word count: 3k

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You sat on the kitchen counter of you and Michael’s shared sanctuary quarters, the only light in the dimly lit room coming from the few candles you had lit earlier in the day which hadn’t yet burned out completely. Your bare legs dangled over the counter top as you sat alone, scrolling through your phone mindlessly and finishing the small mug of lavender tea you had made for yourself with the hopes it would help you sleep better.

As you sipped down the last few drops of what was now lukewarm tea, you heard the unmistakable patter of Michael’s bare feet padding along the marble floor towards the kitchen. He had been trying to contact his father through ritual for weeks now, but he had received nothing in return other than unwanted silence every time he tried. He had been doing the same tonight, hiding out in hopes of hearing even a whisper from his father. He usually devoted hours at a time to contacting him, not finding his way into bed until the wee hours of the morning; so it surprised you he had given up so early on.

You looked up from your screen to find him stood just past the kitchens entrance, completely naked and covered in blood, the wounds he had carved into his arms not too long before already healing; his blood was still fresh and dripping down his toned body. You noticed a change in him. Whilst he usually came to bed feeling exhausted and disappointed, all you could feel from him was anger. It was seething from him as he stood, dripping crimson all over the recently polished floor.

He didn’t speak, eyes focused on the growing puddle of blood that surrounded his feet and filled with so much emotion. You joined him in silence, setting your phone down besides you as slowly and quietly as you could, feeling as if any sudden movement could set him off like a wild animal disturbed from its slumber. You watched as he dug his fingers into the palms of his hands, something you often caught him doing whilst trying to contain impending outbursts he didn't want let loose.

Deciding you should say something, you spoke what could perhaps be called a whisper. “He’s still not answering you, is he?” He ever so slightly shook his head at your question, emitting a low chuckle as he ran his tongue over his top teeth and looked up at you. He struck eye contact with you, his eyes bloodshot and his pupils blown wide. “No.”

You stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other from opposite sides of the room as the tension in the air grew so thick it felt as if it was choking you, your worried eyes looking across into his own rage filled ones.

He started sauntering towards you heavily, eyes never leaving your form and neck slowly craning itself down to continue staring you out the closer he got. Reaching where you sat, he gripped the counter either side of you, his defined hands leaving crimson stains on the previously pristine kitchen counter from the fresh cuts his nails had made as he towered above you. You looked up at him, feeling what you could only describe as fear, waiting for him to do something. anything.

Your own breathing was the only thing you could hear, and you could feel Michael’s fanning over your goosebump decorated skin. You couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, his blank facial expression masking any thoughts running through his mind as he stared you down in a contest you’d never asked to be a part of. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, grabbing your colour drained cheeks roughly, smearing blood on your face and kissing you so violently your teeth were clashing against his.

He was practically shaking with rage, which only fuelled him to move against you faster. His hands stumbled their way down to the thin black shirt of his you’d been wearing all night and ripped the front in two, aggressively yanking the cloth off your body and taking rough handfuls of your breasts. He massaged and squeezed them, pinching your nipples so hard it made you squeak through his kiss and arch your back at the pain.

He moved his hands down to your thong and attempted to pull it down your legs, but let out a grunt of irritation when it was taking longer than it should’ve and ripped it off you too. It dropped it to the floor, following the fate of the shirt he had also just ruined. He pushed his mouth over your face and neck, rushing to taste you as if he would soon run out of time to savour it. The tips of his hair tickled the top of your exposed breasts, teasing you with their delicate touch.

“I don't need him, you know.” He stated, his voice surprising you and deepened with fury as he nibbled on your jawline, leaving the slightest of teeth marks on your skin.

“I’ll create our new world now! without any of his input. Since that’s so clearly what he wants.” He moved down to suck on your breasts somewhat aggressively, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your nipples as you writhed and moaned underneath him, feeling his anger, but too lost in the pleasure of his lips to understand what it was he was hinting at.

“And I think the perfect way to do that is to start right here, don’t you agree pet?” he husked out his words with vengeance, angry at his father for ignoring him after so many nights spent trying to contact him and growing impatient with the need to fill you with his seed. You gasped, realising what he meant and smiling up at him wildly. You knew this was going to happen at some point; the two of you spoke about bringing your own little antichrist into the world constantly, but you hadn't guessed it would be happening so soon.

He interrupted your thoughts by lifting you up and lowering you down onto the floor, pressing your bare body onto the cold flooring below and inserting himself between your legs. He grabbed ahold of your throat, using his choke hold to pin you down and taking the slightest moment of calm before scratching his hand down your body. You let out a pained whimper, feeling the leftover blood on his fingers mix with your fresh blood in the claw marks he had left in your skin, trailing from your chest to just over your bellybutton.

He looked up at you and tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face. “What do you say we make your little nickname for me official, breed you and make me a real daddy? Hm?”

Your chest heaved underneath him, rising and falling quickly as adrenaline coursed through you. You nodded back as fast as you could, still taken aback by his sudden need to breed you and shocked any of this was happening in the first place.

His eye twitched with impatience as he squeezed your neck momentarily, letting you know he felt your nodding was unsatisfactory. He wanted you to spell it out for him.

“Yes Michael! Please breed me!” You gave him what he wanted, lifting your thighs to wrap them around his torso as you spoke, trying to gather more control over the situation. You needed the sudden thirst of lust he had thrusted upon you to be quenched.

“Thats my fucking girl.” He moved to hover above you, bringing his face down to yours and grazing his nose over yours teasingly. He took a hold of his cock pumping it into his hand and trapping you under his intense gaze.

He pushed inside you, needing his cock to be buried as deep inside of you as physically possible. You let out a strangled cry, gripping onto his arms above you and staring into his blackening eyes. They had grown blind with rage, staring into yours soullessly when he pulled out of you almost entirely, stopping only to smile at you devilishly for the first time that night before slamming back into you at a viscous pace. His balls slapped against your skin ferociously, the noise of it and your moans were the only thing to be heard in the dark room.

Every second it felt as if the room grew darker. Michael felt like the only thing that was real, he was definitely the only thing you could see at least. It was as if everything else was falling into the darkness and dissipating from your mind entirely, as if the room was getting closer and closer to your sweating skin.

“You’ll be so beautiful filled with my seed.” He spoke his thoughts allowed, his brutal thrusts taking his breath between words. You rolled your hips over his in response, wishing his words to be true with every bone in your body. He moaned at this, reading your thoughts and taking his hand from your neck and sliding his bloody fingers into your gaping lips.

“Your stomach all swollen with my child.” He continued his stream of thought, forcing his fingers down your throat and making you gag on them, your tongue adjusting to the sour metallic twang now coating it and licking his fingers as if it was his cock he had placed in your mouth.

He yanked his hand from your mouth, leaving you to gasp and cough out between moans. He instead grabbed at your delicate wrist, his large hand easily wrapping around it and brining your palm to lay flat over your lower abdomen. “Can you feel me?” he punctuated his words with deep movements, pressing your hand down to feel his cock moving inside of you. “Yes I can feel you! oh my god fuck!”

He throws your hand to the side, holding your forearm down on the stone. “God isn’t here, Darling.” his voice came out in a snarl, deeper than usual as a demonic tone overcame him. You grabbed at the back of his neck with your spare hand, pulling him down to meet you in a moan filled kiss.

You’re interrupted when you hear a low hissing to the left of you. You turn your head to find the sudden noise and notice snakes. Actual snakes, impossibly slithering their way from under your kitchen counters and leaving trails of more blood on the floor beside to you.

He pulled himself out of you, centring your attention back to him when he leant down on the floor and brought your cunt to his face. He licked a long stripe up your folds, rightfully earning the pornographic moan that escaped from your throat. Your fingers grasped and slipped across the bloody marble floor when his tongue started flicking vigorously at your clit, pressing hard into your sensitive numb and forcing you to move your empty grabby hands to his dampening locks.

He dipped his tongue inside you, still moving it quickly and making you open your mouth to scream without any noise spilling out. He replaced his tongue with his skilled fingers, pumping them in and out of you and curling them into your g spot. “Nothing satisfies me more than that look on your face when i’m about to let you cum.” He muses, a kind of amusement apparent in his voice when he pulls his fingers back from your greedy hole. “Except from the look you give me when I take it away.” He watches your next moves carefully, wanting to get a rise out of you.

“Don’t fucking tease me Michael Langdon!” You raise yourself on your elbows and shoot him an angry glare, caught up in the moment and pissed off at his cruel edging. He narrows his eyes at you, a flick of his wrist forcing you down onto your back as you mentally curse yourself for talking back to the demon situated between your legs.

He rose above you again, sliding into your wet pussy with ease and stroking your face with the backside of his hand. “Should’ve known better than to tell me what to do.” He tutted at you, His knuckles grazing over your face so gently that when he started his swift pounding it nearly gave you whiplash.

“You either beg me to touch you, or I won’t do it at all.” He warns you, his tone still deep as he grunts at the feeling of your walls clenching around his pulsing cock. His hands move to the floor to hold him up, waiting for your whiney begs to soon hit his eardrums.

You didn't want to beg him after his little stunt, but you had no choice. “Please, please Michael, please touch me.” You gasp and cry out to him, your head lulling back to the dark voided ceiling above you, needing the feeling of his fingers on your clit as you near your impending orgasm. He obliges of course, fulfilling his earlier words and rubbing rapid circles onto the neglected little ball of nerves.

His moaning and grunting was much louder now, somehow managing to drown out the noise of his skin slapping into yours. His breaths had too become heavier, his face growing paler and his thin red veins pulsing onto his perfectly countered cheek bones. His skin appeared as if it was cracking, flickering hollow red lighting onto his illuminated face. His face had become the lightest thing in the room, and yet still managed to be the most nightmarish.

You were on the edge now, watching Michaels anger and pleasure turn him not the ghastly demon before you. You felt your limbs start twitching and shaking. “Ahhh fuck, Michael!” You cried out at him. “I’m gonna cum around you so good, you’ll spill every last drop of your seed into me.” You giggled out your words, underestimating the carnality of Michaels reaction to them.

“Then I’d better make sure I’m deep enough into your greedy little cunt to fuck a baby into it huh?” Your words had now spurred him on to the point of fucking you so brutally it hurt, having somehow managed to pick up his already agonising pace. He leant down to your trembling lips, giving you one last reassuring kiss before he lost the little control he had left.

A fucked out haze fogged over your mind, legs falling numb with the shocks of pleasure emerging from your exploding core. You screamed out Michaels name over and over, letting it loose from your lips like you’d been holding it locked up inside your chest for an eternity. Your tingling skin grew wet as the blood and snakes around the both of you began to boil, as if your skin had set a flame under its bubbling surface.

“Fuck Y/N!” He watched your eyes pierce into his as you came, your tight walls squeezing and tensing around him until he had altered his movements. His quick pace nearly halting, he held onto your hips and rutted into you deep and languidly, filling you up with his sputtering seed. His eyes blew wide, as if they were two blackholes consuming the room around them and drawing you into their endless gravity pools. You could feel him stuttering inside you as he stared into your soul, mouth open slightly ajar and pouty lips shaking with the weight of his orgasm.

You knew you should have been terrified of him. The once expansive and flowing cuts down his arms had now healed completely, the only reminder of them ever existing being the multiple pints of blood he had left trailed from his ritual room to the kitchen floor, he’d painted your willing body with now the flaking crimson in mosaics. His face was enough to give a child cataclysmic nightmares for years to come, but yet there you were lying underneath him, admiring the way the red streaks on his skin showed more emotion that you could ever have put into words and how good his messy eyeshadow looked on his macabre face. The only thing that had ever truly frightened you about Michael Langdon was how madly in love with him you were.

His face fell back to its former glory, colour seeping onto his skin and bringing life back to his breathless face. His arms moved to rest near your face as he pulled out of you, the snakes that had once been slithering next to you having suddenly dissolved as if they were never there in the first place. Michael let his head fall, his long hair laying over your chest as he panted down onto you, staring up at your eyes as his own were flooded with an ocean like blue again.

You stared up at him, not a word having been said since he had shouted your name in the midst of his pleasure, it made you almost.. nervous? You’d never seen him take his anger out on you the way he just had. What was he thinking now he’d ‘decided to start his new world early’ in a fit of rage?

“Mikey?” You called out his endearing nickname timidly.

He changed the look on his face, a questioning expression obvious on his handsome features. You knew what that look meant, he was listening in on your thoughts. Something you’d asked him not to do many times before, but yet you were grateful for it in this moment.

He smiled up at you, chuckling in a little more of a domestic manner than his demonic voice had allowed him to before. You rolled your eyes at him and he kissed you again. It was the kind of gentle kiss that felt like it would linger on you afterwards for days.

“I honestly don’t know how I’m going to cope with a little demon running around the house.” You joked, earning another laugh from Michael. His fingers still covered in blood as he played with the bruised bites he’d left under your jaw.

“I think we’ll find out soon enough.”

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Thank you sm for reading!! likes nd reblogs are v appreciated:)💓

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Behind the scenes of Cody as valiant is giving me life.

credits to @codyfernuk, I got this pic off of her Instagram :)

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Not to be dramatic but I love you so much, whatever you post your poetry or just your presence makes me wanna come back! I can’t wait to see your writing again and I hope you get through everything and anything in life 💕😚 you deserve everything best! 🥺❤️‍🔥

I am so happy to still be in contact with you outside of Tumblr and we are besties and I can’t wait to hopefully one day see you in person!

Anywyas I could just say this to you on discord right now as we are speaking but I am dramatic and wanna say it here 😳✋

Hi!!💗

so I feel like this probably won't be read by too many people butttt, I wanted to address the fact that I haven't been on here recently because I've had so many people asking where I am and if i'm okay nd the fact so many of you have missed me or even cared a little bit makes me so so happy you have no idea. i've been having an unbelievingly hard time at the moment, there's a lot going on in my life right now that's just been taking a lot of my energy and at the end of each day no matter how much I've wanted to have some motivation to spare, I have none left for writing. i've been keeping up with writing my poetry, but fan fiction to me needs so much more motivation.

I've really really missed talking to everyone on here and the idea of coming on and saying hi has popped into my head everyday, even making me feel guilty for not doing so, but the idea of even just coming on to reblog something grew so daunting because it felt like if I came back for even a second, it would be this big commitment to coming back permanently and I knew that wasn't something I was ready for yet.

things are still difficult for me at the moment, so I'm gonna just be taking things slowly, but I should at least have more time to myself in the next few months for writing! so hopefully that means posting stuff again!! even if it's just a little paragraph or two here and there hehe:)

i'll probably go through my inbox soon, but yes until then I just wanted to clear some things up and say hi! sorry this is so long:"))💓

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I miss you, and your writing, you talented queen!

no cause you have no idea how much I miss seeing you on here and your writing!! I am so happy to have gotten to read your work and I think about it all time. the virgo queen 👑, I am also so happy I got to have met a beautiful talented soul who I can call a friend like yourself, I really appreciate you 🥰💋

As for my writing and being on here, I have lots of wips and things I have got to read  and write but I never get the chance, I just come on here to answer asks which is quite sad :-(

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i miss you

you are so sweet omg, didn't really expect anyone to be missing me on here lmaooo, thank you! i miss you too!!

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Is there going to be a days of candy 3? <3

yes!! I started writing it a whileeeee back, as well as Opera Chapter 2. however, I might start with Celestial Requiem and posting it in ao3, maybe during Thanksgiving break

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How many chapter of Days of Candy are you planning on writing? When will you be posting chapter 3?

not sure for both answers! :-( busy with work and uni, writing just takes a lot of energy and inspiration, and I am barely on tumblr sadly. I really do miss writing tho and miss talking with some of the fanfic writers

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what’s your marvel account i know you’ve mentioned it before :)

hello! it's mostly me archiving fics I like haha! not me posting any of my marvel fics yet! but I am currently writing a Loki fic whether I get the chance. I started a stan vogel fic too just for fun not sure if I will ever post it since I am barely on lately, but if you want it you want can talk to me in the chat and get my marvel account! I don't bite :-)