Now reading the rest of it since I finally have time.
On one hand I’m very glad he used the safe word instead of just forcing his way through the scene, but on the other hand his way of letting out that frustration is about as productive as being mad at destiny and hitting a wending machine. But then again it is a very Erik -thing to do, so you have truly written him well. My god I feel so bad for him. Not that it’s fair for her either. Well at least the toothpaste is out of the tube now, can’t shove it back in and continue to pretend that everything is fine.
Oh fuck. Did he really have to blurt it out like that?
Oh no. OH fuck no. He slaps that to the table in anger and then blames her for agreeing? For fuck’s sake Erik this is several levels of unreasonable. Also you are both digging this hole deeper just STOP-
This is all going to hell in a handbasket.
Gotta give it to her though, she is stronger in conflict situations than I am. I would have been a crying mess on the floor before any sensible outburst came out.
Welp. I knew this was coming. But we are in deep now. Reading this and then reading the title “casually devoted” hurts so bad. Ain’t nothing casual about this mess anymore. If there ever was.
AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE ALL FINE AND DANDY UNTIL THE NEXT PART COMES OUT, PRAY TELL????
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What a banger of an ending right? What a fight! And I dunno how you are gonna survive but I am sure you will find some way, I am working hard AF on it as we speak!
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OK I MADE TIME FOR MYSELF TO READ THIS WHEN I SHOULD BE PREPARING FOR THE CONVENTION BECAUSE I JUST CAN’T LEAVE THE FREAK AND THE MUSIC MAN SEND HELP I HAVE NO SENSE OF PRIORITIES YOU HAVE STOLEN ALL OF THEM.
Ahem. My various thoughts as I was reading;
Oh god Erik really needed Bobby to spell it out to him, and then proceeded to have a mental breakdown about it in the middle of the kitchen, full on flashbacks like a soldier back from a war. Dude get it together. We are talking about love not a nuclear bomb with an Acme timer on it.
Oh god Bobby innocently asking how they met. It’s uh, it’s ahm…. Complicated. Or really simple. Like this whole mess really.
Haha I could visualize it so well, how Bobby perks up like a happy puppy when Erik asks if he wants to see a picture of her. Yeah show this woman that has made my brother lose his whole mind, I want to see what kind of creature causes that.
HELP THE PIZZA-DENT MADE A SURPRISE COMEBACK! I mean it absolutely needed to be cleared, poor Bobby. Erik really was mean for that one. Even though he tried not to be. “You Judas” indeed.
ERIK YOU ARE ASSUMING A LOT STOP DOING THAT YOU CAN’T READ HER MIND AND YOUR MIND IS FULL OF SHIT TOO BECAUSE YOU ARE AN INSECURE LITTLE CRETIN CALM YOUR PIERCED TITS MY GOOD MAN
“he’d much rather suffer through being the former than the torture that would surely come from being the ladder.” Latter. I’m pretty sure you meant latter. Erik wouldn’t function well as a ladder, me thinks. Or who knows actually? Now I want to try.
Poor baby Bobby being in absolute panic “you can’t ask me to hide something from Julia! That’s not how this works, that’s not how anything works!”. Oh god I feel that. I have two sisters and keeping secrets from each other is not what we are best at.
OMG I love that they still ended up making the brownies! Good job my dudes!
“Really, how much harder can this be?” My dude, don’t, you are playing with fire, stop it stop it stop iiiiiit.
WHY ARE YOU STILL SURPRISED THAT SHE MISSED YOU HOW DENSE CAN YOU BE THIS FIC IS INFURIATING I WANT TO TALK TO THE MANAGER
Venting about a shitty work week while a handsome man lotions my legs? Where can I rent one? I really need it this week.
My god it’s suddenly hot in here
Really hot
Poor baby has way too many thoughts in his head
Fuck it’s REALLY hot
Oh noooo poor baby you can’t say anything to him without him starting to unravel at the seams
Once again you are describing food in a way that I want to taste it.
NO getting rough and kinky about this is not going to help this is making it worse you are going to hurt yourself or her or both stop it THIS INSTANT
WHY would you tell HIM about a brunch with BRODY? Why would you even go to a brunch with Brody? Why is Brody in this story?
NEVER ask yourself “What would Brody do” that’s TERRIBLE for your mental health and actions, you don’t want to act like that useless coat hanger.
Erik might be able to keep a lid on the Brody hate BUT I’M NOT
Oh straight to that right after she brings up Brody? Good thing she is just as dense as he is or that would be very obvious.
THAT IS NOT HOW YOU DEAL WITH NEGATIVE EMOTIONS I mean it’s hot as fuck but do not
Ugh it’s crispy cold and windy and Doctor Coat hanger arrives to the brunch wearing sunglasses? Not improving your points my man.
The coat hanger likes good food though, I’ll give him that.
Well, incoming peace and happiness is a good thing to toast to, but she will have to go through a few more painful hurdles before that is on the menu. Appreciate the sentiment though.
Oh no doctor coat hanger suddenly turned into the gay best friend when it comes to her relationships. Is there anyone in this story who is not so dense it hurts? Maybe Erik’s dad and the Freak’s uncle. But other than that, not many are fighting for that trophy.
LMAO I can only imagine what film the waitress thinks she is in. This is going to spread to workplace gossip about some crazy customers very soon.
“Fucking pardon?” Help I scared my cat with how I laughed
Aaaaaaand of course we needed someone to spell it out to her just like Bobby did to Erik, because they are both just as dense, and as such a perfect pair when they eventually get it through their thick skulls.
Ok I am begrudgingly giving points to Brody for this scene, but only because she is dumb as a brick.
That waitress has to have to most intense Neutral Customer Service Face ever. Not that those two would notice, but I’m giving her credit anyway.
….And she blames herself. The ocean of self pity is vast.
I instantly love the uncle.
GOOOOOO TIIIIIGERS!
We all need someone like that uncle. So good at calming her down and looking at things from a practical but still understanding point of view.
MY GOD THIS FIC IS SO LONG I HAVE TO STOP NOW OR I’M LATE FOR THE CON YOU’LL GET THE REST OF THIS REVIEW LATER ALSO WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST HALF OF THE CHAPTER???
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First off! Thank you so much for the play by play as always! Second! Top tier reactions as expected! AND THIRD thank you for the call-out on my spelling mistake it has been corrected. I am so glad you enjoyed it so much and God your constant never-ending Brody hate is hilarous.
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Don't know if you consider me a moot but seeing you in my dash always makes my day both here and in bluesky! I just love the genuine excitement you have in your interests! Such a perfect reminder to keep kindness and happiness first.
Finally publishing this, but thank you again, Furball. ;w; it really warms my heart, reading this message. 💜
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For the Valentines Ask Game: How would Danny Johnson force a very overworked bitch to forget all about work? NSFW would be much appreciated. For a CIS-lady, if that becomes of relevance. I'll be at work as per usual so no need to hurry with this one. I hope you have an awesome Valentine's day, and a fine weekend following it too! You are truly doing God's Work with these. Love ya Bexxx
Oh my GOD! YES! Hi Furball! I was hoping you would submit something and fuck me did I miss Danny! I hope you like this, I went kinda off, a good 1K all for you! I am really happy with this, it feels totally him and I wish I could have this kinda treatment, I hope you agree with his methods! I like this so much I might add onto it eventually, make it longer, who knows!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.2K. Danny Johnson X CIS Female Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Stalking. Obsession. Breaking And Entering. Restraints. Man Handling. Mask Kink. Sex Toy Use. Forced Orgasm. Banter. Taunting. Teasing. Praise.
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Relax, Take It Easy.
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Rest is so important, without proper rest, good self-care, absolutely no one can function at their best, you are included in that, so why do you act like you aren’t? It isn’t enough to leave work for the day, you have to actually leave work at work, not bring it home, you are not supposed to drag the heavy oppressive mood through your front door, clinging to your shoulders like a backpack you can’t take off, weighing you down. This behaviour you engage in? It does you a great disservice, makes your life harder and worse still, it is selfish.
You used to be Danny’s favourite form of entertainment, stalking you, watching you, cataloguing your life and planning your shared future, your ultimate end, how perfect it could be, but then you stopped taking care of yourself. It was yet another night of you collapsed on your couch and doing literally fucking nothing and Danny was frustrated, bored, this felt like a chore, and he realized he wanted to change the channel. He hated that thought, he loved you as much as he is capable of loving anything. He has invested so much time and effort, the last thing he wants to do is abandon it, he wants to see it through to its end and further still, he wants that end to be satisfying.
You have provided so much joy to him, the least he can do is invest a bit more to try and salvage this before he thinks of cutting this thing between you short. This is what led to him breaking in while you were asleep on the couch, you were still dressed in your uniform from work, you hadn’t even bothered to get into your comfy clothing, he pulled out the cuffs he brought and set to work. The restraints were leather, padded comfortably and came with means to hook them together, two went around your wrists, two around your ankles, and then you were unceremoniously dragged onto the floor. You wake up with a start, body sluggish as he arranges you, to his liking. You are on your stomach, and he has your arms and legs positioned to connect the wrists to the ankles, leaving you effectively hog tied from the four points of contact and rendering your body totally useless.
The lamp on the end table is turned on, you blink against the bright light, your brain is struggling to catch up to the new situation and information, but the two heavy black boots stepping into your line of sight help wake you up.
“Hello.” The voice makes your head snap up, as much as it can, your eye line following up the black pants and further, up, up, to that white mask with the hollow eyes and mouth twisted to that permanent scream.
“Glad you are awake. Hate the fact this is our first formal meeting, but drastic times requiring drastic measures and all that, hm?” He was speaking as if he knew you, were friends, the tone mostly conversational but with an edge of resigned frustration? It was not only odd, but terrifying, a strange masked man in your house who has bound you helplessly, you take a moment and then find your voice, “Hi, uh, I’m sorry, who are you and what are you doing here?”
“You don’t know me, but I know you, the particulars are not important, I am here to help you.” He stated simply, staring down at you, even with no way of seeing his eyes you can feel the weight of his gaze on you.
What kind of presumptuous asshole has found his way in here? You feel a wave of difference rising above the fear as you bite out, “Who says I need help?”
He scoffs, “I do, obviously.”
You scoff in return, “And what are you here to help me with, exactly?”
“Help you unwind from that little job of yours, it has clearly been effecting every other aspect of your life, so I am going to ease your burdens.” He said it with authority, like he truly believed that he knew best and was sure he was going to be able to help.
He turns and steps away, not acknowledging your question of, “How?”, as if it was stupid and unimportant, if you just waited a minute more you’d get your answer.
“Hello?! Stop ignoring me!” You call, and he laughs, “I am not ignoring you, trust me, you will get more attention than you will be able to handle in a minute.”
The masked stranger was behind you, leaving you unable to see what he is up to, but you hear some shuffling around, and soon enough, he falls to his knees beside you and then something is put between your legs, pressed against your pants clad crotch, leaving you squirming and saying, “Woah, woah, what are you-”
Then he clicks the on switch, and you are hit with the strong vibrations that can only be from a wand. The stimulation is strong, immediate, and it knocks the air out of your lungs, your sentence breaks off into a weak moan of, “-ooooooooh.”
He laughs again, delighted, “This is what I am here to do. I am going to use this-” He turns the wand up one notch and your breath hiccups, “-to wring as many orgasms as it takes to make you brainless.”
What? You moan in a confused pitch that has him pressing onwards, “I’m not going to stop until it is impossible for you to be holding any thought in that pretty little head, let alone any tension.”
Overstimulation was quickly bleeding into genuine pleasure, it had been too long since you had experienced this, you had been neglecting yourself physically, and apparently needed this much more desperately than you had been consciously aware of.
“I’m gonna start out easy, and after you cum like this, then you lose the pants, and then after another, your underwear, and I will keep on ramping it up, on and on. Who knows? If you are extra lucky and beg good enough, I might fuck you for the grand finale’ but that will take some serious convincing on your part.”
No fighting it you suppose, might as well settle in for a long night, that first orgasm isn’t going to take much, you feel it starting to well up. "Just give in, you need this, you need to relax."
You can’t help it, no stopping it as you are hurtling towards it, moaning, hips moving of their own accord, causing you to grind against the instrument of your blissful torture.
“There you gooo, look at you already! I knew this is just what you needed. Come on, give me that first one.” A black leather gloved hand is on your back, he moves the toy as you grind, helping you out further, cooing to you with his praise as it sinks into your skin.
Your head is swimming, your clit is throbbing, and you are so close, a few more seconds and with a strangled cry, forehead to carpet you stiffen as he forces your first orgasm of the night from your cunt. Your hips make small stuttered movements, wringing all the enjoyment you can from this, he doesn’t move the toy, but he turns it down one level, holding it looser to you.
“Good job! One down. Let’s see how many you need to get you into the right relaxed frame of mind.”
I just want you to know that your reblogs of my art are one of the things that keep me posting. I keep coming back to your tags and it means so much to me that someone likes what I draw. And also likes Andy! That's HUGE! I just find myself so happy every time I see you in my dash. Your takes on things and taste in music and all is such delish to look at. I hope you stay here. Tumblr would be much darker without you.
WUAGH you’re so sweet Furball. Thank you 😭💜 Sometimes Tumblr is so goddamn exhausting and frustrating, I definitely feel that, but I’m happy my presence has that much of a positive impact. Means a lot, actually ;;_;;
And of course!! You’re one of my favorite artists (and people in general) on here! I’m always so excited to see you’ve posted a new art piece, and as the resident clown enjoyer, I’m ofc a sucker for a killer clown character. Andy my beloved <3 Your art just fuckin hits! Your rendering skills, your monster design, your character design. So fucking cool and inspiring. I’d miss your art and more importantly I’d miss you if you were to stop posting, so I hope you stick around here as well 💜
Hi. Hello. Greetings. So I FINALLY got myself into the right headspace to enjoy some quality fanfics (work has been a lot lately), and as promised, I wanted to dive into your Leslie Vernon content. I took my first pick completely at random from your archives, and ended up with Touch Me There.
Firstly, I love that true to his observant ways, Leslie has already figured the reader out in so many ways, but is slow to let someone completely in. It goes well with his planning nature. And also the fact that you can find those sweet weak spots only with time, when he intentionally lets his guard down. That’s the complexity of him; he gives the vibe that he is easygoing and funny, but there has to be so much going through his head all the time. The man is always on his guard and analyzing everything. You have to work to get him to relax.
I also love that the reader is patient enough to play the long game to get the best results; she takes an observation, and something is confirmed like a week later. Taking those tiny mental notes from someone’s preferences has such a domestic vibe. And sexy at the same time. Domestic sexy.
Damn that gently waking someone up with kisses has to be one of my fave tropes. I just love the intimacy of it. Although with these slashers it can be risky, because they never want to be surprised and might have a violent reaction. But thankfully Leslie didn’t. I love that fuzzy warmth of him just kinda laying there limp for a moment, trying to wake up and figure out what the reader is doing at the same time. Possibly the only time ever when he is not that sharp. Unless you get him stupid drunk, but I imagine it would be hard to get him to drink that much around others. And getting drunk weakens consent, which is not a can of worms I like to dive into that much.
I love that once the reader had him it wasn’t just going down on him or at his nipples or something obvious to everyone, but she aimed for a scar that was from THAT night. Not just sensitive to touch, but emotional. Because we know Leslie is an emotional man once you find out more about him.
What I love about Leslie is that his deep love for the reader doesn’t come from how submissive he can mould someone, but how his actions can force her to find that fierce part that fights back. It’s not about owning someone, it’s all about the intensity of the emotions for him.
And GOD. DAMN. That ending of him breathlessly asking for more. I had no idea how much I needed that.
So, so good.
Also I hope you have been doing well. I have been meaning to message you for the longest time.
-Furball891
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AhhhHHHHH! Furball! Thank you so fucking much, I adore, seriously am OBSESSED with whenever you give me a big ass fic comment review like this, this is one of my fave Leslie things I have ever written, I am a big fan of the domestic with him! I am such a slut for playing with a scar that the reader has given to Leslie, I think the emotion, the symbolism, it just fucking destroys him and I love it so fucking much. I am so glad this was your first pick and I hope you love the other Leslie stuff whenever you go check it out!
