#help me I‘m bored

[liquorishblack]

[allywthsr]

WRONG PERSON | (l.norris)

summary: you send a sexy video to some tinder guy, until you realize you tapped Lando‘s contact instead, you both help the other to finish what you started

wordcount: 2.4k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: smut!, talking about toys, details about masturbation, phone sex, dirtytalk

notes: inspired by this!!! Tell me what you think, I‘m still scared to write smut, hope you all like this🫣

You were working for Quadrant, it wasn’t like you were some important boss or something, you mostly dealt with customers and sometimes got to plan a video, but Lando still took the time and got to know you. When the whole team went out for dinner, Lando talked to everyone for at least twenty minutes, he wanted to know who was working for him and his brand.

There was no denying you found him handsome, everybody thought he was pretty, but you needed to hide your excitement in your panties whenever he was near you. Not only did he make eye contact every time you two talked, but he also smelled delicious, you wanted to rip his clothes off, the whole time he was near you.

But back to where you were now, laying in bed naked, at almost one am, with your phone in your hand. You were single and desperate, texting with guys from Tinder, who were not worth more than a quick fuck, but you were young and had your needs.

With your phone in one hand, and your left boob in the other, you recorded a small video, where you were squeezing your boob and moaned slightly. You‘ve been snapchatting with a guy you met on Tinder, both of you were horny and needed a release, so why not help each other? You quickly wrote a text to the video, to make it more seducing, ’ You make me so wet…‘ and taped on the slot on Snapchat where he was for the last few snaps, before you could double check that you selected him, you hit sent and threw the phone next to you.

While you waited for his answer, your hand slowly made its way to your pussy, circling your wet clit. With a moan, you teased yourself and kept stopping the sensation in your most private area. When you heard the Snapchat notification tone, you took your phone in your hand and only saw that Lando send you a snap, it wasn’t unusual that he would snap you, you two were streaking after all, but at that time was a little odd, because you were kinda bored and waiting for your guy to reply, you withdraw your fingers from your wet cunt and opened Lando’s snap.

With a gasp, you threw away your phone, the first photo was a normal snap, a picture of his bedroom with some series on Netflix playing, but when you tapped on the screen to exit the snap, a new picture popped up. You could see his hand holding his boxershorts clothed dick, he was hard and big, long and thick. He also wrote a little text, you had to read it twice, making sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you, ’was this meant for me, babygirl?‘

You didn’t know what to do, so you did nothing for a few seconds, you didn’t feel horny anymore, suddenly aware of the cold air hitting your still-hot pussy. Should you reply and apologize, saying how you accidentally sent your boss a nude, and look him in the eye at the next dinner? Impossible.

You thought about leaving the country and starting all over again, where no one knew Lando, but that wasn’t a solution either, you had to face him and say that it wasn’t meant for him. But how can you get rid of the image in your head of his dick, the only thing that was roaming through your brain right now was how lucky his future wife would be. With a dick like that, she sure would be happy for the rest of her life.

You excited the snap and took a deep breath, what were you going to say, sorry I send you a nude, but your dick looks nice? No. It took you at least two minutes to think about it and when you took a picture of half your face and started writing a paragraph of apologies, your phone showed you an incoming call.

Lando Norris.

Shit. Your whole body tensed, you couldn’t answer, you just had to pack your things and go, leave London and Lando behind, but something in you didn’t want that, and after what seemed like hours, you did answer the call.

”Hey Lando, look uhm, I‘m sorry I sent you that video, it wasn’t meant for you, obviously. B…But thank you for responding, I mean that picture was nice, but I don’t think that this uhm professionalism between us should be broken. If.. if you want me to leave Quadrant, I‘ll do that.. uhm I’m sorry for sending you that, and I-“

”Y/N, will you stop rambling?“, his voice sounded like he was out of breath, you started shaking when you heard him speak.

”I‘m sorry, for rambling and sending you the video.“

He chuckled, ”Don’t be, maybe you could’ve seen by my response, that I wasn’t mad about it. Sure having your employee suddenly sending you a video where she squeezes her boob and moans, isn’t something I‘d expect, but you have beautiful boobs.“

You didn’t know what to say, so the only thing that came out of your mouth was a: ”Thank you?“, you could hear your heartbeat in your chest, the silence on the other line panicked you.

”But, maybe this is unprofessional of me now, but you left me in a kind of hard situation, Y/N. I bet you’re still wet if your fingers would slide between your legs, aren’t you?“

Your breath hitched, was this for real? Was Lando Norris, your boss, dirty talking to you?

”I..I don’t know, it was a pretty big shock to see you replying, I‘m not as horny as I was ten minutes ago.“

”Then I want you to glide your hand over your boobs and stomach, down to your pussy, I bet it’s pretty, and then tell me how wet you are.“

With a small sigh, you did what he told you, gliding over your boobs and stomach to your pussy, you touched your entrance slightly and felt yourself pulsating, you may not be as horny anymore, but your wetness said otherwise, maybe a part of you already found it hot that Lando actually replied to you.

”Fuck, I‘m so wet Lando.“

You heard a moan from the other line and some sheet rustling, ”Baby, I want you to touch yourself like you would do without me. Finger yourself, rub your clit, do whatever satisfies you. I‘m hard as a rock baby, I need to touch myself too, I wish you were here to do it for me.“

You did as Lando told you, rubbing your clit in circles and feeling yourself come closer to the edge, this whole situation was so hot, it turned you on so badly.

”Please touch yourself, Lando, I wish I was there to help you.“

”I could eat you out until you’re crying and begging me to stop because you would be overstimulated.“

Another moan escaped your mouth and slowly you let your fingers slip into you, which was no problem due to your wetness, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more, thankfully Lando seemed to know what you were thinking when he heard your unsatisfied moans.

”Do you need more baby? Are your fingers not enough, you need my dick to stretch you out?“

You let out whiny and breathy ’yes‘, this situation was so bizarre but hot at the same time.

”Do you have any toys, Y/N? I want you to use a toy on yourself.“

”I..I do.“

”Show me.“

”Can we switch to FaceTime? It’s easier, and I want to see you.“

Lando hummed and muttered a quick goodbye before the screen with the call disappeared, the only thing you could see on your phone now was the picture you took a few minutes ago, and before you could do anything else, the FaceTime call from Lando came in. You answered without thinking about it and you were greeted with a big and girthy dick, and your mouth watered a little. You held the phone up, so he could see your face and your boobs, which he commented with a quiet ’fuck‘.

”Show me your toys, baby.“

You quickly got up and propped the phone against your lamp that stood on the nightstand, while you looked under your bed to fish out the box with your toys. It wasn’t like you were some pornstar and had thousands of toys, but over the years you had collected a fair amount of little helpers.

By now Lando had switched back to his face, so you could see his little beard and his eyes, he kept biting his lower lip, while watching you.

You opened your box and grabbed the first toy you saw, a standard dildo, it was skin-colored and a bit longer and thicker than the normal ones. You showed it to Lando and he groaned, tilting his head back, ”Is that your favorite?“, he asked.

You shook your head and pulled out a pink satisfyer, it was a mixture of a vibrator and dildo, but it also had a clit sucking element. That one was your favorite, you had spent hours with this beauty, and it never left you hanging. ”This is my favorite, you don’t know how good this feels.“

”Tell me about it.“

”It’s so fucking good, Lando. This clit sucking thing? It feels like heaven, it gets me there within a few minutes, the fastest I‘ve ever had an orgasm.“

”I bet I could get you there faster.“

That statement left you with a smirk, only the thought of Lando going down on you, made your head spin, you needed that.

”I can see that you’re imagining it right now, I bet you taste amazing, I would finger you, while lapping at your clit, you would be so full.“

You shut your eyes, and whined, your pussy clenching around nothing.

”What else do you have in there?“

”I have a wand“, you lifted the typical wand and dropped it on the bed, ”I also have a rabbit vibrator, and this“, you lifted another pink vibrator, but this one was smaller.

”You know what this is for, Lando?“

”I‘ve seen it in porn“, he smirked, ”have you ever let someone control it while being somewhere public?“

You nodded, it was a vibrator that you would insert into your pussy and it could be controlled with an app, you‘ve only used it once with someone.

”I was on a date with someone from Tinder, and we‘d been sexting for days and I gave him the app and he controlled it over dinner, it was an experience and I loved it.“

”I want to control it in our next meeting, seeing you tremble over some video ideas is going to be fucking hot.“

Another wave of pleasure rushed through your body, you couldn’t believe you were talking that way with your boss, unbelievable.

”I want you to use that rabbit on you.“

You chuckled, and held the rabbit vibrator into the camera, ”This one?“

Lando nodded eagerly, with a smirk you opened your mouth, dared your tongue out, and licked a long stripe over the part that goes inside of you. After a few licks, you put it fully in your mouth and started sucking it.

You could see how Lando started touching himself again, his eyes closed every now and then and he let out small whimpers. This was your sign that you needed to touch yourself too, so you laid on the bed and flipped the camera to your lower part, where the vibrator was circling your clit. Lando also flipped the camera and you saw his dick that was already leaking pre cum, he moved his thumb over his tip every now and then while moving his cock through his fist, collecting the white fluid. Due to your wetness, the vibrator slipped inside of you with ease, you turned it on and gasped when you felt the vibrations.

”Do you like that? Having your pussy stuffed.“

”Yes, Lando, yes. I need you here next to me.“

”I need you too, wrapped around my cock, you would be screaming and keeping up the neighbors all night.“

With a loud moan, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, the tip edging your clit made you almost scream and the way you moved the vibrator in and out of you, made you see stars. Lando also was about to cum, he saw that your pussy got wetter and wetter, your fluids squeezing out of your cunt every time the vibrator left it.

”I’m about to cum, Y/N. Show me your face, are you cumming soon?“

You moaned loudly again and flipped the camera, just like Lando did, “Yes, Lando, I wish it was you filling me so well.“

With a loud moan and a lot of curses, Lando spilled his cum all over his hand and stomach, he quickly flipped the camera again, now showing you the mess he created, “That’s all for you, baby, I wish it was inside of you instead on the stomach. Cum for me Y/N, let go.“

While he said those words to you, you felt yourself falling over the edge, with moans and grunts. Lando was sure he never heard something so sexy, those sounds alone made him horny again, he needed to feel you close.

When both of you came down from your highs, you two let out a laugh, realizing what you just did, you had phone sex with your boss, but it felt right and good, and the way his cum sat on his stomach, made you horny again, you needed him.

“You feeling better now?“

“Lando, you’ve no idea, so much better than the weird Tinder guy the video actually was for.“

“I bet, but I still need you, Y/N.“

“Are you in London?“

He hummed.

“Well, my bed is cold without you in it, if you want, my pussy is ready for you, Lando.“

“Send me your address, I’ll be over in ten minutes, you better not start without me, or you’ll get punished.“

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[dontyouworrydaddy]

Can I request Simon's gf / wife asking him to do it with his military gear on. Like she one day she just blurts out with a dirty smile: "Do you think Ghost ever gets jealous that Simon gets to have all the fun? Maybe we should let him join in." I love Simon, but Ghost is something else entirely.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! reader

HELLO????? This absolutely didn’t help my delusions and now I won’t stop thinking about it😫😫 THANK YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS! I LOVE U💘💘💘💘💘

Trigger Warning: rough sex (MINORS DNI!) , mean Simon Ghost, edging, oral (m! receiving)

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. It was just you and Simon in your shared apartment. You were sitting on his lap, only wearing one of his shirts that were way too big on you. Him, on the other hand, was wearing a tight black shirt and joggers. His one hand was around your waist while the other one was writing on his computer since he still had some paperwork he had to send price.

You were getting a bit bored so came up with an idea… You blocked Simon‘s vision by centering yourself on top of him. Confused, Simon looked up to you.

"Simon… I‘ve got a question" you tell him, gaining his whole attention. The other hand that was working on his paperwork left the keyboard and also resting on your waist. His hands were so big that everything looked small in the palm of his hands.

"Go on, love" he rests back on the chair, only looking at you. It was crazy how you had him wrapped around your finger.

“Do you think that…. Ghost gets jealous that you always get to have all the fun? Should we let him join?" your flash him a dirty smile and your innocent eyes were making it hard for him to stay calm. But nevertheless he still failed. When you’re looking at him like that, how is he supposed to not be nervous?

"I don’t know… Maybe we should ask him. Do you want to leave a message for him?" he asked you as he slowly got up and placed you on top of his desk. You pull up your shirt slightly and you could see that Simon was trying very hard to not take you now. As you bite your lip, you reply "Yes. Tell him to not be kind…" At your reply, simon raised a brow, clearly not expecting this response from you.

He left the room for solid 10 minutes and when he came back, it wasn’t Simon standing in the room. No, it was Ghost. And you felt yourself getting too excited.

He was in his military gear and the skull mask was sitting on his face so perfectly. You felt yourself getting wet at the sight in front of you and the imaginations that didn’t stop running through your mind.

He made his way to you and without a warning separated your legs, exposing the head between your legs. He let both of his hands rest on top of each leg and was slowly bending down to the same level as you are. And you would be lying if you didn’t find it hot. Even your heart was racing.

"You asked for me?" he asked you. You quickly nod and lets out a deep chuckle. His hands remove the shirt you have on and now your left with nothing. You already planned on getting fucked by him today and this was your tease. His surprise…

"No bra and no panties. Someone came prepared huh? Such a dirty little slut.." his voice was so deep and the need for him to have no mercy on you was growing with each second you spend in this room.

His left hand took a good amount of hair, leaving you no control over your own body. And he slowly pushed you down on your knees. "Simon…" you desperately whispered and he shushed you with his free hand. "Simon is not here, love. Ghost is"

His pinky was playing around with your lips and as soon as his fingers left your lips, your hands made their way to gain access to his covered dick.

As soon as hick already harden dick spring free, you looked up at him. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling because his face was covered. "I‘m gonna ruin that pretty face of yours" he told you and you did nothing but not at him. "good girl"

As you slowly took a bit of huge cock in your mouth, you were wondering how the hell everything was gonna fit in your small mouth. You felt every single vein and inch of him. As you were slowly getting used to half of him, he started moving your head deeper and each time he would speed up. He was indeed ruining your pretty face. Your glassy eyes were looking at him and he looked straight, leaving moans slip out of his mouth. He was technically fucking your face. It was getting so fast that you had to hold on his belt. "Taking all of me.. good fucking girl."

"I‘m gonna cum" he spoke down to you but he didn’t let go of you. And you don’t want him to. "I‘m gonna cum in your mouth, yeah?" you hum in response and gained a deep groan from Simon Ghost.

As he let came in your mouth, he let go of your hair and patted your head. "Good girl. Good fucking girl" he said as he held your chin, helping you up.

"Ghost." you whisper but he doesn’t pay attention to you calling for him. He turns you around and slowly bends you over his office desk.

He wrapped his hands around your head and with his other hands he held both of your hands behind your back. Without any warning he slid into you, causing you to let out a moan.

He slowly started moving deep inside you and the pain soon disappeared. "Fuck. You’re so tight." he groans as he started moving faster. He was fucking you with full speed, not giving you time to get used to his length. "C‘mon, c‘mon. Tell me, who makes you feel so good? Who fucks this tight pussy better than I do" he pulls your head up with your hair and lets go of your hands. Both of his hands hold your boobs and he gives them a squeeze while he kisses your neck through his mask. "Answer me." he demands while he speeds up his motion. The only sound you can hear is the noise of your bodies colliding. As he thrusts deep inside you, you let out a loud moan and your hands hold the side of the desk for support.

"So needy.. couldn’t wait for my cock any longer. Next time you’re gonna beg for it." he promises and instead of answering, you leave your mouth open and close your eyes.

"Ghost" you moan his name, feeling yourself get so close. His groans in your ear makes it harder for you to focus and the need to release gets harder for you to keep inside of you.

"What is it? C‘mon use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what you want." the thrusts feel so good, you don’t want him to stop. You need to him to destroy you. As he squeezes your tits, you let out a shaky breath. "Please. I‘m so close" you tell him. His one hand leaves your tit and spanks your ass. "You’re not gonna cum until I allow you to." he replies as he continues to thrust deep into you and spank your ass. And you could feel his finger print form. The cold metal from his uniform was touching your naked back, causing goosebumps all over your body.

"Ghost!" you scream his name and before you could even release, he slipped out of you. You let out a groan and let yourself rest on his desk.

"You wanna cum? You need to earn it." he tells you and slaps your ass. "How?" you desperately ask him and you could feel a devilish smirk form from under his mask. He turns you around and picks you up. You wrap your legs around his covered waist and he cages you between him and the wall.

"I‘m gonna ruin you." he promises and you hold onto the back of his uniform tightly as he pushes his length inside of you. His thrusts deep and fast, causing your whole body to move against him.

"Look down and look how good I fuck you" he demands and you do as he tells you. His cock disappearing in your wet pussy but you couldn’t look for too long. You closed your eyes again because you were confronted with the feeling to finally just cum all over his cock.

"Open your eyes" he tells you and you do. "Look how good you take me. This pussy was made for me."

"You can cum now" and you do, creating a mess on his cock. Your legs shaky, you let your head rest on his shoulder. "Took me so well. But you’re still too tight around me" you laugh and hug him tightly. He slides out of you, confronting you with the feeling of loneliness, and holds you tightly to him. "Next time, I won’t be this gentle with you"

The rest of the night went on and soon ghost disappeared into the closet and lets Simon come out. Simon was more gentle. He kissed you and hugged you the whole night.

You loved Simon. But if you needed wild sex, you have to ask Ghost. Because you know he won’t be gentle with you. And sometimes you don’t want him to be gentle. But of course afterwards you need your Simon back.

[meowlod]

furina x fem!reader | not ignoring me now, are you?

(nsfw dom!furina) warnings: strap fucking, riding, slight angst, slight fluff, nsfw, teasing, etc.

Living in a luxurious house, you have also been living with your roommate, Furina, who spends alot of time cooking, singing and practicing for her next act, while you, are most of the time on the couch watching the television with your bored and tired face.

Furina always comes to you to ask you for help for the smallest things, but you just ignore her asks to continue doing the stuff you do. Until one day, Furina decided to come infront of you, to sit on your lap and distract you to not watch the television anymore, for today atleast.

”Can you notice me? Please? Please stop ignoring me…you‘re my roommate! Come on?“

She whimpers softly and pinches your cheeks, making you hiss at the slight pain. But she won‘t stop, wanting you to pay attention to her, atleast once.

”Stop it.“

”Hmmmm?“

Continuing to taunt you, you grip her hips firmly to push her off your lap, but she sits firmly and stares at you with those annoying puppy eyes. Always these make you give up and give in.

”..Are you mad at me that i lied that i am the Archon?

“…“

“..Hey..hey! Answer me.“ she desperately sighs and wraps her arms around your neck, moving her face closer to your own as both of your lips could touch in any second. She had never been this clingy around you, and this makes you feel a little bit suspicious about her.

”..No. No i‘m not mad. What do you want?“ You sigh, moving your hands away from her hips.

Her face lights up, making you sigh in relief as she won‘t be annoying you any further. Or will she stop? You think.

“I want to fuck with you.“

”..! Huh?—“

Your eyes widen from her words and before you could answer to the inappropriate thing she said, she kisses you firmly on the lips desperately, like a starved man finally getting the food they wanted. She firmly grips your hair with both of her hands, making you groan, your hands moving up to grip her hips again. A smirk forms on her lips as you let out a small whimper after feeling her hand on your ass, teasingly gripping it before sliding her hands under your shirt, pulling the clothing off, then she moves them to the waistband of your shorts, taking them off until you‘re fully in your underwear.

”You look precious.“

”..s-stop.“ You shakingly say out, nuzzling your face onto her neck, gripping her back but she grabs a hold of your hair, pulling you back only to see your submissive pretty face.“

”Not ignoring me now, are you?” she chuckles, pulling down your panties, only to see that its wet after she took it off, and is now holding it infront of you and her, making your face burn in embarrassment. “..You‘re actually getting wet? Hah..“

She stands up from your lap before walking towards a desk to get her strap, putting it on with a smirk before walking back to you, pulling you on top of her after she sat down.

She sighs and smiles, burying her face into your neck, getting ready to get emotional again. She tears up already and mumbles.

“You can ignore me all you want, but i never want you to leave me. You‘re the only person I trust, the only roommate i have who listens to all of my problems. After everyone in the courtroom on my trial that figured out that i‘m not an Archon, but a human, i was so sca—”

You shush her, crashing your lips against hers, getting her shocked. But she slowly kisses you back, the strap moving back and forth against your ass, not inside you yet.

”I understand, okay? You lived a depressed and sad live. You were cursed, you had to act as an Archon for years and years, 500 years. But you‘re now free, happily to live as a normal ordinary human. You can do everything you want. Plus, everybody still loves you, right? One day when i was walking somewhere, i saw a couple of people excited to see you. You‘re still popular in Fontaine. So don‘t think so bad of yourself. And everybody loved the beautiful act you did in the courtroom, didn‘t they? They even wanted you to continue acting. And i guess you accepted it, and continued acting, even though at first you did quit, but now...yeah. You‘re living a better life now, and i want you NEVER depressed again, okay? The prophecy is gone, and it will never come back.“

She whimpers at your words and hugs you tightly, making you slightly smile.

”..Thank you, really. I..really have nothing to say. Heh…can we continue now?“ she grins.

You huff at her words, rolling your eyes in playful annoyance. ”Tch..hah, fine, of course. I want you to fuck my brains out tonight, baby."

Grinning at your words, she grips your hips, pulling you up and moving the tip of the strap right infront of your cunt, before slowly pushing you down, feeling the strap slowly sliding inside you, making you let out a gasp and a quick moan.

As you slowly ride her, she moves you up and down, bouncing you on her lap with her strap thrusting in and out of you, seeing how the stern face you had, had turn into a such pretty submissive face. Of course, Furina didn‘t stop there and lifts you up, until only the tip was left before slamming you back, couple of screams trying to escape out of your mouth. Saliva escapes from your mouth, making you drool as each plunge of her cock gets you seeing stars.

She grips your chin, seeing your face so messy from the tears that had escaped from your eyes.

”More..m-more..“ desperate words escape from your mouth.

”More? Oh, i‘ll give you more.“ she grunts, grinning before pushing you down onto the couch before you could cum, making you cry out. ”F-furina—!“ A yelp escapes from your lips as she climbed on top of you, spreading your legs before putting them both on top of her shoulders, gripping your thighs firmly around her fingers.

”I‘ll make you squirt several times until you will never ignore me anymore and keep your eyes all on me, my pretty baby.“

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 8

Doubts regarding whether or not the Terran liked me where certainly and indisputably diminished at the beginning of the next cycle.

Quinn seemed to have predicted my intention of speaking to her as soon as possible, given that she sought me out shortly after the new cycle had begun. She was walking towards me in a rather strange manner, faster than normal walking, practically jumping with small flying phases in between taking the next step. I could not discern the purpose it was supposed to serve, but I was not given time to put too much thought into it.

She bared her teeth at me once again, although this time I did not recoil. One of her hands hit me languidly slightly above the juncture where my first pair of legs joined my upper body. I was uncertain what this gesture was supposed to convey. Was it an attack? Was she trying to notify me of an imminent danger approaching?

"I wanna show you something", she informed me. She waved her hand from my direction towards her body, which, if I inferred correctly out of the previous records, was supposed to signify me to follow her.

I trailed after her, letting her lead me to the emergency in question. As it turned out, there was no immediate emergency. The Terran came to a halt in front of one of the few windows built into the outer layer of the SIIR Noxos. She pointed to it as I joined her side, leaving a (as I aimed) respectful distance between the two of us. I followed her extended arm with my visual organs, ending up staring out of the window. 

I blinked. If there was an immediate threat outside the window in close proximity, I was not able to glimpse it. The human spoke up: "It‘s beautiful, isn‘t it?"

She had sunken to the floor, a rather alarming sight at first, but she seemed unharmed. 

I searched for an appropriate response, but in the end, I simply answered: "I suppose. Although my species does not linger in the beauty of transient things."

The human‘s face morphed into a grimace of displeasure. "Then what‘s the point in life?"

"My species believes that there is more to life than oneself, and that intelligent life is supposed to be dedicated to the exploration of science.", I eludicated.

"Hm. I guess y‘all aren‘t too different from some humans. Y‘know, we humans have the phrase 'Appreciate the little things'. I mean, the universe isn‘t exactly small, but…it‘s definitely nice to look at." "I suppose", I repeated.

I lowered myself onto the floor as well, as it seemed appropriate. I gazed upon the universe outside the window. I suppose there was something quite beautiful about it. 

Eventually, I broke the silence.

"May I ask a question?", I requested, careful not to be impolite. 

"Yeah, sure", she answered.

"I watched the video recording of your work in Sector 3, simply to control your work, and you…seemingly began to sing? While continuing to work? I am merely trying to understand the reasoning behind this. Does it serve a religious or cultural purpose?You were not bored by your task, were you?" My front pliers rattled quietly. Something about the thought of the human being bored made me…rather uneasy. Perhaps it was due to my mind imagining what the human might come up with to pass the time in case of boredom.

The Terran blew air out of her nostrils rather aggressively, but there were no other signs of irritation.

"Oh, no", she answered. "No, it‘s actually just because…well, my dad taught me everything he knows about handling machines, so when I used to help him out in the workshop in the afternoons, and we‘d be like…fixing a car engine or whatever, we always used to turn up the radio and sing along. It was kind of our thing. So nowadays, when I‘m working on something, I might start singing. Not out of boredom, just a habit."

"Your…dad.", I repeated, uncertain what that term was supposed to mean. 

She looked at me in a indiscernible manner. "Yeah, my father, my parent, whatever you wanna call it."

"I apologize. I was unfamiliar with that term.", I stated.

"Oh. Sure."

She opened her mouth once again to say: "Y‘know, um…I mainly just wanted to show you this and also thank you, y‘know, for…giving me something to work on."

"It was my pleasure. I admit I might have given you a rather simple task to begin with, but that was merely because, while the Vitrichl stated you were competent, he and I have…differentiating views on the word 'competent'."

She bared her teeth once again, although shortly, before raising to her full height and, for some inexplicable reason patting down her clothes as if to remove any dust, although her clothing was perfectly clean.

"Well, Cap wants to see me again today, so, I guess I‘ll see ya tomorrow."

"Indeed.", I retorted.

Without another word, she turned and waved one of her hands behind her as if to signal her departure.

[wonbriiize]

pairing; wonbin x reader

genre; fluff, friends to lovers

warnings; a bit of cursing, mentions of blood + a few other (small) horror related things

note; it‘s a bit long again i‘m sorry ㅠㅠ i think i just have a habit of writing a lot lmao,, anyway thank you guys already for taking the time to read this <3

for you

in which you go to the amusement park with your friends and you decide to go into the haunted house as pairs. although one of your friends (wonbin) is scared of it, he pulls himself together because he doesn’t want you to go with anyone else…

“come on, it’s going to be so much fun. let’s go in pairs of two!” you suggest excitedly.

“then i‘m going to go with sohee,” seunghan puts his arm around his best friend who nods in agreement. shotaro and sungchan look at each other, already declaring that they’re the second pair. “i really don’t want to go with anton,” eunsok rolls his eyes in annoyance. anton laughs, knowing that eunsok is just joking. they love teasing each other. “oh, stop lying, there’s no one else you’d rather go with than me.” “well, if that thought makes you sleep at night..” eunsok can’t help but to smile.

you look over to wonbin who looks like he would rather jump off a cliff then to go inside the haunted house. shit, you had forgotten that he’s afraid of those things.

“wonbin, you probably don’t want to go, right?” sungchan asks him. everybody knows that wonbin is scared of horror related things.

wonbin shakes his head. “not really. i will just wait outside.”

“then who’s going to go with *y/n*?” shotaro looks over to you, feeling sorry since you don’t have a partner.

“i love haunted houses so i don’t mind going twice,” anton says, smiling over to you. “wouldn’t it be too boring for you the second time?” it was a very nice thought of anton but you don’t want him to feel like he’s wasting his time. anton shrugs. “no, it’s fine. i’ll keep myself entertained with laughing at you for being scared.” “this won’t happen, i don’t get scared easily,” you stick your tongue out to anton and he laughs.

throughout your whole conversation with anton, wonbin kept watching the two of you. he isn’t going to let that happen. if anyone should go with you, it should be him. he decides that his love for you is bigger than his fear of haunted houses.

“i changed my mind, i will go with *y/n*,” wonbin announces, stepping forward.

it’s an understatement to say that everyone was shocked. no, everyone was more than just shocked. sungchan almost chokes on the juice he is drinking right now. “park wonbin is this really you?”

wonbin looks confused with everyone’s reactions. “okay, it’s no biggie, you all can stop acting like this.” “i think this isn’t wonbin, he probably got abducted by aliens and this is just a clone or something,” seunghan actually looks terrified. wonbin smacks his head lightly. “oh, get a grip! so are we doing this or not?”

everyone was still pretty shocked, but you guys nod and start walking to the haunted house.

pair after pair, all of you go inside. first it was seunghan and sohee‘s turn. when they walk out of it, seunghan was laughing but sohee seriously looks like he has seen real ghosts inside. it is the same with shotaro and sungchan. sungchan has the biggest smile on his face but shotaro keeps clinging onto him because he is actually afraid.

after eunseok and anton come out, wonbin and you get ready to go inside.

eunsok and anton both don’t look that bothered so it gives you a good feeling that you won’t be that scared either (you have the same horror tolerance as the two of them). wonbin on the other hand is trying to control himself so no one sees how scared he already is.

“you know some of them run after you with fake knives,” eunseok whispers once we walk past them.

“are you serious?” wonbins eyes look like they might fall out.

eunseok doesn’t reply anything, he just winks and leaves wonbin and you alone in front of the haunted house.

you take a look at wonbin and notice how he’s trying his best to look calm, but he’s failing miserably. his expression is exposing that he’s afraid.

when wonbin feels you intertwining your arms together, he instantly feels at ease. you notice that, which makes you smile.

“ready?”

“no, but let’s go,” wonbin takes one last deep breath and you two start walking into the haunted house.

it’s so dark you guys can barely see anything. there’s something hanging down from the roof, it looks like a spiderweb. all of sudden, you feel something on your head and you scream, scaring wonbin as well. he starts screaming with you.

“WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING??”

“THERE IS SOMETHING ON MY HEAD TAKE IT AWAY!!”

you stop screaming when wonbin pulls you closer. he looks over your head. “there is nothing.” “i swear i felt something.”“well whatever it was, it’s gone now,” wonbin steps back but you notice that he’s holding your hand. trying to play it cool, you clear your throat. “okay let’s move on.”

both of you walk, hand in hand, further into the haunted house. sometimes, there’s a few jumpscares which makes you both scream, but so far, there’s nothing too scary in this haunted house. even wonbin is doing fine.

“it’s not that bad actually,” he says. “i know right. it’s kind of fun,” you admit. “why did you change your mind though?”

“what do you mean?”

“why did you decide that you wanted to go into the haunted house too?”

this question catches wonbin offguard. he takes a few minutes to answer. “do you want me to be honest?”

okay, you think, this is getting deep now. you didn’t expect him to be that serious.

“uhm.. yeah?”

wonbin stops walking and turns around to you, still holding your hand.

“it’s ‘cause i didn’t want anyone else to go with you,” he admits, looking straight into your eyes. “it’s either me or no one. i changed my mind to prove to you that this is how much i like you.. i‘m willing to face my fears for you.”

now this catches you offguard.

wonbin has never said something like that ever before to you. sure, you did think that maybe there’s something true about what the guys have said to you.. wonbin likes you, they said. like, when sungchan came up to you a while ago and said that whenever anyone of them mentions your name, wonbin starts having the biggest smile on his face. of course he tries to hide it but he’s very bad at doing so.

another time, shotaro sat down next to you on the couch and whispered that wonbin has a crush on you. of course you thought that he was joking, but shortly after that, wonbin squeezed himself between the two of you. there was literally no space left but wonbin still didn’t care.

so yeah, you have thought about the possibility of him liking you.. you just never thought that it’s actually true.

the second you open your mouth to say something, your eyes wander to what’s standing right behind wonbin; a clown. smeared with blood all over his face. grinning like crazy. walking closer to you and wonbin.

you start screaming. “OH MY GOD.”

“okay well, you don’t need to make it that obvious that you don’t like me in that way,” wonbin looks down, letting go of your hand.

“SHUT UP AND LOOK,” you grab his shoulders, turning him around so he can see the bloody clown that‘s walking towards you two.

wonbin might have let out a scream that was even louder than yours.

“HOLY SHIT,” he turns back around to you.

you grab his hand. “RUN!”

the two of you start running, not looking back. you don’t even know if the clown is still chasing you, but you don’t care. running while holding hands with wonbin might just be your favorite thing in the world now. he‘s much faster than you so it’s hard for you to keep up with him, but he’s not letting you behind, he’s keeping you close.

arriving at the end of the haunted house, you both stop running. a person wearing a ghost costume approaches you, thanking you both for visiting the haunted house.

walking out of it, you guys are still holding hands. you secretly hope that wonbin will never let go. you don’t want him to.

“thank you for doing this,” you say. “for facing your fears.”

wonbin smiles, but he’s avoiding your gaze.

“this just made me like you way more than i did before. and i already liked you a lot.”

now, wonbin looks at you. his eyes are sparkling. he can’t believe what you just said.

“for you, i would do everything.”

he bends down to give you a short kiss, which leaves you wanting more. you want to keep him this close forever.

“but i won’t ever go to a haunted house again,” wonbin says, smirking against your lips before he kisses you again.

[anantaru]

LETS SOLVE THIS MYSTERY TOGETHER

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — detective heizou was more than just a world class detective, he was skilled in many ways.

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — this is for @munsonsins after class collab, i‘m so late but i really wanted this to turn out nicely! + this is not part of kinktober, it's separate <3

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.1k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader

In your eyes, shikanoin heizou was truly beautiful in many ways. Whether it was solving various cases around inazuma city or simply the way he would hold himself around you. All the more reason you’ve gotten immensely nervous once you really did manage to work alongside him. Of course, in comparison, you were still an amateur at best, yet with heizou’s help you were sure it wouldn’t take long for you to become skilled in deducting and solving cases, just how you always dreamed of.

"What are you doing?“ Heizou was watching you eagerly, curious, his eyes slightly narrowed with a glimpse of humor surrounding them, "you should write down everything we found out rather than simply relying on key words." your eyes fly to his gaze, nodding frantically as you scrapped the words off your sheet to begin new, nervously biting down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from saying anything stupid.

Heizou moved next to you to take a seat, one of his arms relaxing on the table to rest his head on the palm of his hand, he looked bored, his eyes trailing over your figure to watch you write down various clues which the both of you had found out today. You‘re kind of cute, he figured, naive even, the way you‘d chew down on your cheeks whenever you thought about something quite eagerly was addicting to look at.

Your legs were crossed, one of your hands placed right on top of your thighs while the other one was still busy in filling out the paper he had given you prior. If you were being completely honest, he made you more than nervous, almost anxious yet you didn‘t want to sound ungrateful since it was a huge opportunity to work alongside him.

Though whenever he‘d be so close to you, whenever he‘d pierce his gaze through you, you couldn‘t help yourself but grow uneasy, gulping down harshly as you desperately tried to avoid his stare so nothing embarrassing would happen between the both of you. "Let me look at it." his voice was stern, motioning towards the paper with his hand as heizou watched you slowly push the documents towards him, placing the pencil right next to it for when he wanted to add something himself.

For once, you peered up at him to study his expression, his eager eyes running through the paper while his brows were slightly narrowed in concentration, almost in a judging way yet you cursed yourself whenever you‘d overthink like that. You were very much aware he respected you, or at least that‘s what you‘re trying to tell yourself, truth be told you couldn‘t read him in the slightest, even if you tried with all your mind. He was just way too good at hiding his true emotions towards you, much to your dismay.

"is it?" you paused, regretting for not waiting until heizou spoke himself, "is it, what?" his eyes shoot to you, brows narrowed up while looking at you in a rather confused tone. For a second it was silent before he let out a quite contagious laugh, "you can talk, you know?" his presence was heavy on your skin— without him even trying. You could feel yourself become nervous around heizou as you decided to move a bit away from him, only resulting in accidentally hitting his knee with yours.

"I don't think we're done yet." he tilted his head slightly before scooting over to you again, making your desperate attempt to move away useless. "am I making you nervous?" at this point you were barely able to breathe— it's as if he intentionally asked you questions you very much knew the answers to, yet saying those out loud would just result in utter embarrassment. "maybe a little bit." heizou suppressed the urge to laugh, even if it was hard because for him, you were more intriguing than he'd let you know.

You were impatient most of the times, not to mention whenever the both of you would work together, more so anxious— just like now or emotional, nothing like anyone he knew, which both interested and warned him. You could feel him come closer to you until his lips were merely a few inches away from your own. "how about now?" his voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, his warm breath tickling your face which had multiple shivers run down your spine, body shuddering. The way your cheeks heated up about intimacy was amusing and somehow sweet in his eyes as you responded with a soft nod.

Within a single motion— and he did it slow, heizou closed the distance between the both of you, placing his warm lips on top of yours. You could taste the residue of mint which was still lingering on his tongue, leaning more into his touches. It was addicting almost, not to mention how gentle he was with you right now, obviously testing the waters on how far he could go in this very moment. Heizou's hands slowly moved towards your hips to pull you on his lap, straddling him. You panted out harshly in between lewd kissing, circling your tongue against his own before wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

the rush of adrenaline was making it difficult for you to surpress your whimpers, in addition to heizou‘s body which was incredibly warm sticking against your own. His hands were placed on your hips before lightly drawing tiny circles on them with his thumb, somehow soothening your overall reaction at his play. The air was becoming thick, your fingernails were digging into his shoulders before you pulled away to catch your breath.

you didn‘t dare facing him, far too embarrassed to even peak a glimpse at his features when he suddenly cupped your cheeks into his hands, pulling your head up so you would directly look at his face. His cheeks were flushed red, eyes half lidded with an obvious glint of desire in them. "already satisfied?" heizou was questioning you in a tone that you weren‘t hearing the first time. It reminded you of days he was questioning suspects whenever the both of you were out investigating together.

you swallowing thickly at his words that lazily ringed over your ears, "i don‘t know." you muttered at him before his laugh returned, it was driving you insane. His arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer, the obvious bulge in his pants was ghosting right under your aching cunt before heizou lovingly proceeded to peck your lips, "tell me to stop and i will." he wanted to make sure you were 100% on board with what he had planned because if not, he‘d write it off in an instant and pretend it never happened.

"i don‘t want you to stop." the corners of your lips were carving upwards and so did his at your like honey soothening words, "i‘m glad then." with that he carefully pushed you off his lap before helping you sit on the table in front of the both of you. The materials— which were laying lifelessly on it were pushed aside before you proceeded to lay on top of it. Heizou was quick to get rid of his shirt, throwing it on the floor before helping you out of your clothes.

your body was perfect in his eyes, natural curves eliciting your beauty further in ways he could‘ve never imagined. "fuck." he‘s almost whispering, spreading your legs apart to have a good look on your already sobbing cunt. You were looking away, legs shaking with anticipation before he helped you wrap them against his body. Heizou was carefully unbuckling his belt, exposing his leaking cock to your needy eyes. It was angry looking, tip flushing a bright red with a faint layer of pre cum pooling out of his slit. He‘s using it to spread it across his girth before playfully swiping his cockhead left and right your glistering folds.

the sudden touch startled you, a chorus of whines was leaving your mouth as he advanced forward to your face, his body now flushed against yours and melting into each other. "leave it to me, okay?" he‘s smiling, that damned signature smile again, placing his lips on top of yours to taste you once more before he carefully pushed his tip past your tight hole. You moaned upon the intrusion, your hands digging into his shoulders. You were more than thankful that heizou in fact didn‘t rush the whole thing between the both of you, more so was he doing his best not to hurt you in any way.

you're whimpering, assuring him you adjusted to his size when heizou began to move in you, your legs holding him tight as he kept rutting himself deeper, your moans loud against his ear. Something was bothering him, the way he somehow wanted to feel you more yet your legs weren't placed exactly how he wanted to. Solving the mystery once pushing your legs against your chest, angling you just how he wanted you to. Your eyes became blurry, filled with tears from how good you were fucked right now.

it still stung a little but soon after developed into pleasure without compare, his lips sloppily marked up your chest while fondling with your breasts. You thought you were dreaming, in a haze, unable to comprehend that you were indeed fucking the shikanoin heizou, your superior and quote on quote, boss. His body was heavy on top of yours, your nipples rubbing against his chiseled chest only added to the newish found feeling. "please, more." you cried out, cupping his cheeks to meet his gaze and just show him how desperate you've gotten.

heizou adored you like this, submissive, leaving the choice to him and trusting him without a doubt. He could feel your walls sucking him in to the hilt, the position the both of you were in allowing his tip to brush against all those little sensitive spots deep inside of you. Your voice was ringing over his ears, a combination of pleas n whimpers were coaxing him on to continue his almost unbearable play. You were so tight, so beautiful, so pure and somehow addicting. Heizou was hissing once feeling your nails graze over his toned back, digging your digits into his flesh to cope with the pleasure he made you experience right now.

"do you know." you’re shuddering upon taking in his words, hearing them so close to you, "how much i think about you?" he hissed, hiding his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassement but also to take in your addicting scent. You could suddenly feel something sharp nibble on your sensitive flesh, heizou was marking you up with needy hickies that would take ages to cover up. Yet at this point you didn‘t care anymore, far too gone and fucked out, his touches on you never faltering. Heizou was moving one of his hands to your hips to pull you closer, pounding relentlessly inside of you with his own muffled moans mingling through the air.

heizou wanted, no needed to make you climax first, you were so adorable, so good to him, you deserved it in his eyes as he pulled his hand from your hips to your clit, furiously rubbing his digits over the sensitive bundle of nerves. He‘s biting down on his lower lip to edge himself on just a bit longer before he could feel you spasm around his girth, cunt gushing with your slick pooling out of your hole.

it all came crushing down on you, your climax taking you by surprise when you arched your back into his touch, meeting his thrusts halfway when heizou‘s hips suddenly stuttered. You‘re crying out, warm tears filling up your eyes as they ran down your cheeks, staining them. Heizou‘s propping himself up with his arms— so he wouldn’t crush you before placing his lips on top of yours, kissing you starvingly as the both of you came undone together. His seed was warm inside of you, filling you to the hilt and melting together with your slick. It felt so lewd, so messy but compelling. "fuck, fuck." heizou‘s moaning out, jaw clenching n tense, scrunching his eyes shut to bath in his afterglow.

the both of you stayed like this for a while, his cock still very much sheathed inside of your aching cunt, stilled and with his balls emptied. Your hands are wrapped tightly around his waist to hold him close, the stickiness of your bodies clasping you together as tired panting and breathing filled the heavy aired room. "lets stay like this for a minute." he‘s whispering against the shell of your ear, his tone still teaseful but tired, resting his head in the crook of your neck before pulling himself off to meet your gaze, "after that lets write the clues down together, you missed a few things, you know?"

do not! share, copy or repost my work. ✎ ©ANANTARU 2022

[tsumtsumrry]

(based on an ask i got on my old acc)

warnings: mentions of cheating, language, angst (obviously)

AN: i can’t decide if this is too long or too short just please enjoy lol (i‘m a slut for feedback and reblogs btw)

“Ha-harry. Need to you pick me up.” Your voice was choppy, with the sobs you’re trying your best to suppress.

“Love? Wha’s happened?” his voice slurs a bit, and it sounds gravely from misuse, letting you know you woke him from his sleep. You feel a pang of guilt hit you and you just feel so miserable, like everything is your fault. You were hoping Harry could make it better, but being a burden to him just makes you feel worse.

“Just, just need you to pick me up. I swear I’ll explain e-everything, just please.” A sob finally breaks its way through and you hear rustling on the other line.

Harry’s heart is breaking listening to yours break like this, he asks for directions, speeding his way to you, breaking way too many traffic laws in the process. He just needs you to be okay, always needs you to be okay.

As soon as you see his car pull up and him running out of it you practically sprint him, collapsing into his arms.

“Precious, what’s—“ he’s distraught, panicked because what could have you acting like this. Sobbing in him arms on an abandoned street at nearly three A.M. in the morning.

“Please, please just take me home. Please, Harry.” you croak, your throat stinging with every word you have to force out.

For the most of the car ride you were in shock, not saying anything until you got to Harry’s house. You’re glad he took the hint that by home you meant home.

He his your home. Your best friend of at least ten years. You don’t remember a time where he wasn’t a constant. He’s everything to you.

It’s takes you a couple days of staying at Harry’s house in comfortable/uncomfortable silence for you to break down and tell him everything.

The look on his face, when he figured it out, before you even said anything, you’d never seen such pain, anguish, and fury. And the fact that you were causing all of it only made you feel worse.

Your fiancé of two years, with another woman. You’ve never been so fucking crushed. You felt like you were worth nothing, what had you done wrong? How could you be so unlovable?

He knew you like the back his hand though, and he could tell exactly the dark places your mind was going.

“Precious, none of this is your fault, I need you to look me in my eyes and tell me you believe that.”

You just blinked at him, with your lower lip wobbling and eyebrows crinkling in pain.

He never fucking liked him, knew he was a piece of shit. He wants to put him fucking six feet under for what he did to you, but right now, you’re the priority.

“Precious…” he breathes out and his voice sounds so full of pain and heartbreak, he pulls you into his arms and holds you until you fall asleep, kissing your head and rocking you back and forth softly.

“Didn’t deserve this. Didn’t fuckin’ deserve this.” he whispers under his breath once he knows you’re asleep.

It took you a while to heal, but you’re still taking one day at a time. Harry has helped you through it, letting you cry with him, always coming to you the second you needed it. And with all this growth, you felt you were ready, ready to get back out there. Start dating again. You’ve decided you can’t let what he did to you ruin your self esteem for the rest of your life.

“So what do you think?” you ask Harry, holding your chopsticks in your hand. He’s typing on his computer, barely paying attention to you.

“Harry.”

“Hmm, precious?”

“What do you think about Shawn?” you say for the second (or maybe third) time today.

All at once the annoying clicking sound of the keyboard stops and Harry’s intense jade eyes are boring into yours, “Shawn? Shawn Rivers?”

“Yeah.” you smile, getting a little bashful, “met him at that coffee shop we always go too. He’s cute and he asked me out so I think I’m gonna go…what do you think?” you say that last part cautiously, your eyes assessing his reaction as best as you can while most of his face is hidden behind a large computer.

He’s gotten a little more protective of you since last year, which is understandable, but if you can move on you figure he can too. Right?

The typing starts back up, only slower and you frown.

“Harry?”

“Hmm.”

“What do you think?” You swear if you have the repeat that sentence again you’re gonna explode.

He just shrugs, his typing becoming faster and more forceful, your eyes flick down to how his arms and from what you can see, there’s a faint vein.

“Harry c’mon I really need your opinion on this.” You whine, truly not understanding why he’s being this way.

“Don’t think you want my opinion, love.” his tone has a bite to it that you aren’t fond of, your frown deepens.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you say cautiously, you’re choosing your words carefully. You’ve never been a big fan of confrontation, especially with those that you care so deeply about.

“I know Shawn, he used to work with me, just don’t think he’s right for you.” he says with a tone of finality.

Your face wears bewilderment, and you look up to see his face, still hard and still concentrated on the computer. He looks absolutely emotionless.

“Not right for me?” you scoff, “and how exactly would you know?”

He looks up from his computer screen, pausing his typing, “I know you and I know him. Simple.”

To you Harry looks emotionless, but under all that he’s seething, but not with anger, with panic and heartache. He had just figured out that he loved you, literally just yesterday. He was working up to courage to say something and then you come in here and tell him you’re ready to start dating other people? No way.

“Well maybe you’re wrong about him.” you say defensively, though your defense is hardly strong with the way your voice wavers.

“Well fuck, I was right about the last one wasn’t I?”

You freeze. What?

Harry’s heart drops as soon as the words leave his lips and as soon as he sees the look on your face.

The shock, the pain, he never wanted to be the one to make you feel this way, never wanted to be on the list of people who’s hurt you.

“Precious…precious I didn’t mean—“

“Leave.” you croak out. Your heart is shattered. Never in your life could you ever think that Harry would say anything like this to you.

“No please, let me—“

“I want you to leave Harry. Please.” your lifeline. The one person you depended on, and you can’t even look him in the eye.

He knows how much what happened affected you, and just to throw back in your face like that? For what?

He takes a step towards you, extending his arm but his heart breaks when you take a step back. You hate that you know him so well, that you can read his eyes, because you can see when the pain flashes in them.

“Precious, please we can sit and talk, you know I would neve—I-I didn’t mean it.”

“Leave, leave, leave.” you mutter, losing your patience.

“Okay, okay. I’m gonna leave, alright? But I’m gonna call you. Is that okay?” you just stare blankly at the floor. “Precious?”

You wish he’d stop calling you that.

When he realizes you’re not gonna give him an answer he slowly picks up his stuff, you here a sniffle but don’t dare to look up, not wanting to see the tears in his eyes.

“I love you, alright? Love you so much. Please, please answer my call.” and with that he leaves.

You immediately burst into tears, your hands shaking and your breath shortening.

How could he say that to you?

Harry calls you a total of eight times before he finally gets the hint that you aren’t gonna answer. You sat by your phone and watched every time his face popped up on your screen with tears streaming down your face.

Maybe you’re overreacting? Surely he didn’t mean it.

H : Precious, you have no idea how sorry I am. You know I would never purposely use your pain against you. Please answer. H

You note that there’s no “xx” after the message.

“Preci-“ He cuts himself and yells your name. You chose the perfect day to go to your favorite coffee shop, there he was, in all his glory.

“Hi.” you mumble, looking shaken.

“Hey.” he breathes out, just in awe that you’re actually in front of him. His pretty girl, god he missed you so much.

“Can we…um talk?” you surprise him by asking. You can see the relief in his eyes, the way they practically well up with tears.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d…like that. Thank you.”

“Why’d you say it?” you immediately blurt out the second you guys are sat down not-so-comfortable on your couch.

How does he even begin to explain that to you?

“I d-dunno to be honest. I was obviously being a dick. I didn’t know what I was saying, a-and that’s not an excuse but I—“

“Did you mean it?”

“No—No of course not. Could never mean—“

“Okay.”

“Okay?

“Okay. I um—just need some time. Sorry.” you mumble.

“Don’ have to apologize fo’ that, love.” his accent is so thick with all the emotion in his voice and it brings on a new wave of tears to your eyes.

“Can I hug you?” he croaks out, “I know I don’ deserve it but I missed you so much and—and I didn’ know if you were okay. Was worried sick I just—I”

You cut him off by pulling him into your arms. Feeling him try to hold back his sobs against your chest your heart breaks, you just wanna keep him in your arms forever but you can’t deny that what he said really hurt you.

“Sorry” he wipes his nose and detaches from you “I’ll see you. I love you.” he rushes out his words, sounding like he’s about to break down and before you can even blink he’s out of the house.

The pain in his voice wrecks you, and you’d honestly do anything to make it go away, but you need to work through your pain first.

It’s a week before you call him. You wanted to do it earlier, but you had your phone in your hand hovering over his contact, chickening out every time you got close.

You processed your emotions, talked it out with him, and you think you actually got somewhere.

Harry told you why he said what he said, and that conversation ending in tears. You not believing he was actually in love with you and him not believing he actually got it off his chest.

What he said still hurt you, but you understand how his pain turned into irrationality.

You can’t believe it but it feels like everything’s fallen into place.

“Hi, Precious.” he smiles softly at you, reaching over to hold your hand across the table, “missed you.”

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Chapter 42

(Chapter 41; Chapter 43)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Lovely

Walking into his chambers, you slide the door shut behind you. Sukuna isn‘t there. On the ground you see his obi spread on the floor, long, leading you to the small corridor. You follow its direction through the corridor, only to see the robe of his kimono spread on the ground of the other room as well. You huff to yourself, thinking how amusing it is, that he copies your little game from earlier. Still carrying your own kimono in your arms, you follow the trail of his clothing, only to see his pants splayed on the ground outside of the other room on the path that leads to the hot spring. Following the path, you see Sukuna relaxing in the hot water and you remember, that your skin is still covered in his cum and aching bruises.

I better join.

You place your kimono neatly on a nearby rock and carefully walk into the soothing, hot water. Sukuna shifts lightly at your presence and you notice him peeking through his upper left eye, to watch you sink into the water. He starts grinning.

“You followed my trail.” his voice calm and raspy and you huff at him, as you sit down across from him.

“I need to clean myself.” you respond playfully, while gently rubbing your hands across your arms. Now, he huffs back at you.

“You do.” he chuckles, still relaxing his head on the edge of the ground. “So dirty and messy. But what a sight to behold, seeing you covered in marks of mine.”

You proudly grin to yourself, before you splash water in your face and rub your skin. The water ripples and you hear him moving. Looking back up, you see him offering you a piece of cloth, without looking at you. Gladly, you take it.

“Thank you, my King.” you mumble, before you squeeze the water out of it. “And thank you, my Love, for helping me.”

Hearing your words, Sukuna raises his head to look at you. A gentle smirk on his lips, as he squints his eyes.

“This little change of scenery was quite enjoyable.” he purrs, cocking his brow at you. “I’m curious what’ll happen next.” he hisses in a lower voice and his red orbs keep boring into yours. Intensely.

And somehow, it feels intimidating.

Unusual.

Your heart pounds and you blink, before you resume to cleaning yourself, the cloth being very useful for getting off the last sticky traces he left on your body.

“You didn’t change your mind, right? About her punishment, I mean.” you ask, without looking at him, worried that him playing along with you might‘ve been enough of a punishment in his eyes.

“What if I did?” he grins, making you look at him.

Asshole.

Your expression turns dark, annoyed, before you turn your face away from him and keep rubbing your skin. He smacks his lips and suddenly, you hear him shift and his bottom right hand, that rested beneath the water, grabs your ankle and pulls you to him. Sukuna leans closer, watches how you try to stay above the water, before he seeks your gaze again.

“I told you not to question me.” he keeps whispering, flaring his eyes.

“This little kitchen trip was my idea, not yours.” you mutter, squinting your eyes at him and he clenches his jaw. “I will question you as much as I please if you’re not giving that bitch what she deserves.” you spit, making the corners of his mouth curl into a smirk, so proud and vicious.

“Good.” he hisses.

“Good.” you repeat, while watching his satisfied face. “I‘m trusting you.” you add quietly and he chuckles, before his eyes drop down to your lips. He huffs.

“What a pretty mouth.” he whispers, more to himself, before he stands up.

You blush against your will, as the water splashes and drops off his naked figure and you watch how he steps out of the water, wrapping a towel around his waist. Almost being hypnotised by his movements, you don’t notice, that he takes something with his upper right hand and throws it at your face.

Wham!

You almost dunk under the water from the impact. Almost. It’s another towel. For you.

You grab it and peek from under the fabric, watching how he strolls back to his chambers, leaving his clothes where they lay. Shaking your head, you get up as well. Quickly, you dry yourself and tap back into his chambers.

You walk through the dark corridor, seeing him taking a single puff from his kiseru, before putting it back on its stand. Walking past him wordlessly, you hop on his bed and crawl up to your pillow. You don’t want to be pissed at him, although you’re still grumpy about what he said about the punishment. Whatever he’s up to, you need to trust him for now. Trust, that he’s not gonna let it slide that she made you bleed.

Sigh.

You see the wrinkles in the blanket and watch them for a moment. They remind you of many mouths being painted in the fabric. Many mouths and lips, doing all kinds of expressions, distorted and normal and soft. You think of him, before you mumble.

“You have a pretty mouth, too.”

A dark chuckle rings in your ear, before he walks up to the side of the bed, right into your vision. Sukuna leans down and crawls onto the sheets. His hand reaches out and guides your face closer to him at the back of your neck, before his mouth meets yours.

And you will never get tired of his taste.

You sigh and melt and your heart flutters at the way his lips moves against yours. He presses your face against his, before your lips loose contact, breathing into each others mouths. You stay close and you follow his movements, as he lays down right next to you, making sure your pretty mouths never fall apart more than needed. Feeling his face and mask beneath your fingertips, you close the space again and you feel his hands pulling you close, pushing you flush against him. Gentle licks and bites are exchanged between you and him, as your motions become slower. And slower.

So slow. So sensual.

His breath soft and warm against your skin, as you suck on his bottom lip, as he licks at the underside of your upper lip, as you both just kiss and taste and embrace each other, as you embrace each others souls.

Like lovers do.

No matter how much you would love him to take you again, right here and right now, marking you even more as his, this day took a toll on you. His motions against you are so lovely and gentle, that you feel how you slowly relax in his hold, become sleepy, more and more, until you just can’t move your mouth against his anymore.

And he stops, too, keeping you there, holding your face and body so closely to him, as you slowly doze off, with your hand on his shoulder and your face resting against his, with your body pressed against his.

So. Close.

Heartache.

Your mind slowly wakes up, as the first sunlight shines into the room. Still feeling his warmth in front of you, you suddenly feel his nose nudging yours.

“Oi.” he whispers so tenderly. Butterflies want to break out of your stomach, while you try to force your eyes open, trying to get back to reality, back to your Love.

Slowly, you manage to flutter your eyelids open, seeing Sukuna’s face so close to yours, his eyes glowing brightly into yours, as if he’s looking right at your soul. It makes you feel uneasy.

“Get up!” he hisses like a snake, his voice almost poisonous, making your heart skip and causing you to jolt wide awake.

With a beating heart, you watch him nudge your nose a second time, softly, despite his strange behaviour, before he turns around and gets off his bed. Your eyes follow him, suspiciously, as you watch him grabbing his kiseru and getting a new set of his kimono and putting on new pants in the other room. Sukuna walks back through the corridor, smirking softly and nudging his face at you. Smoke slowly escapes the corner of his mouth and his nostrils.

“Dress me, Princess.” he mumbles with the kiseru in his mouth. “We’ve got an appointment.” he adds, while tossing the folded clothes on the bed right before you.

You eye his robe, before cocking your eyebrow and looking back up to him.

“Appointment?”

He winks at you, before exhaling the smoke loosely through his teeth.

Something ignites in you again, similar to the time you tasted blood on his tongue and you hurry up on your feet, hopping to the edge of his bed. The thought of her being punished for what she did to you, for making you bleed, it kicks off the adrenaline.

You step in front of him and he watches you with half lidded eyes, before you slowly take the kiseru out of his hand, taking a puff yourself. Sukuna’s eyes drop back to your pretty mouth, as you watch the wrinkles of his eyes move with every movements of his lids.

Exhale.

The smoke hits his face, his red orbs shining through the grey cloud.

“Bold.” he growls arrogantly, showing his teeth before he smiles at you. “Do it again.” he hisses. Oh how he enjoys you.

The mouthpiece wanders back between your lips and you inhale.

With your right thumb, you push against his bottom lip and he opens his mouth at your silent command. You lean in and open your own lips, hovering over his, to slowly exhale the smoke into his mouth. Like milk flows in tea, it flows through the short space of air between your mouth and his.

And he inhales, with pleasure, his pupils dilating while he does it, before he exhales the remaining smoke through his nostrils. Sukuna’s gaze on you so hypnotised and hungry, as if his eyes had the power to undress you, if you weren’t already naked right in front of him.

“Turn around.” you tilt your head, while offering him back his pipe. Sukuna takes it and turns around. You kiss his skin, the spot below the back of his neck, before you bend down and grab his robe. Holding it out for him, you see him putting the kiseru between his teeth, while leaning his head back into his neck. Sukuna exhales another cloud of smoke, before slipping his arms through the sleeves. He takes the pipe back into his hand and turns back around to face you.

And your eyes meet, lingering on each other, wordlessly, as you pat his fabric nice and smooth, before crossing it in front of his chest. As soon as you’re ready, he leans down, so close to your face, grabbing his obi, before handing it to you. Your hands touch, as you take it and you hop off the bed to tie it around his waist. You knot it nice and tight and are once again proud of the bowtie.

“Finished, my King.” you say and he hums in satisfaction. “I’ll be right back.” you excuse yourself, before you tipple out of his room, back to the spring.

Tap tap tap tap.

You see your own kimono right were you left it and put it on quickly. On your way back, you hear faint knocks on his door. You slow down, want to listen to what’s happening, as you tiptoe back into his other room and stay right there. Looking to your left and through the corridor, you can see the empty armchair, that’s sitting in front of his garden door.

“Master Sukuna, before your appointment, the kitchen maids ask for a private hearing and want to voice a concern.” you hear Uraume’s voice say in their usual tone.

The kitchen maids!

You grow nervous. And excited. They must’ve seen the aftermath of last night by now.

“Mhmm.” he grumbles, before you watch him sit down in the armchair, crossing his legs and leaning his head on his right fist.

You hear multiple feet step quietly into his room, as you watch him smoke, watch his hanging foot impatiently rocking up and down.

“Master Sukuna.” unexpectedly the voice of the head of the kitchen maids starts. “Permission to speak.”

Sukuna hums in approval.

“We wouldn’t be here, in your private chambers, if it wasn’t a serious concern-“

“A serious concern...” he repeats her, almost mocking her in his tone. She suppresses a sigh and starts again.

“This morning, we found the kitchen in a bad state. A state, that makes it impossible for us to fulfil our duties in.”

You tiptoe a little more into the corridor, as she speaks and you notice the eyes of his mask are watching you move.

“Is that so?” he asks, almost amused.

“Yes, Master Sukuna. Since... the specific maid, that you choose to spend your nights with, made an agreement with us that she may enter the kitchen after sunset, she has to be the one who must’ve left the kitchen like this.”

Snitch.

You have to suppress a giggle.

“Left the kitchen like what?” Sukuna asks, tapping his nails on the armrests, as you peek around the corner, seeing every kitchen maid standing there with their heads lowered, even the blind one.

“Like...” she struggles. “Eh...”

“Filthy.” the Bitch takes over, her tone angry. “Broken plates, scattered fruits, sticky surfaces. It’s disgusting and disrespectful. Something to expect from a maid like her.”

“Disgusting and disrespectful... mhmhm.” he nods his head and exhales the smoke, the pair of his eyes on his mask still watching you, as you take a few steps back into the shadows of the corridor again. The atmosphere shifts, turns darker and more pressuring. Even you can feel it.

“What else?” he asks seriously, before he continues, quicker, than any of them can speak. “Nothing? You already said it.” he points his kiseru to the head of the kitchen maids. “The specific maid, that I choose to spend my nights with.” his tone turns darker and slower. “You must’ve been aware of it. The noises.”

They keep their mouth shut at his remark. It’s dead silent.

The air is thick.

He starts smirking, unwraps his legs and leans forward.

“Did you come here to complain about what I choose to do at night and where?” he hisses.

“We didn’t mea-“

“Shut up!” he interrupts the other maid and you love how this conversation is going.

“I do as I please.” he lowers his voice. “I’m housing you, not the other way around.”

“My King.” the Bitch starts and you peek around the corner again, watch her almost lose patience and stepping forward. “Permission to speak to you in private.”

Huh?

Sukuna looks at the maids and nudges his head towards the door, motioning them to go outside. Feet tapping on the floor until the door slides shut again. Your heart drops at the sight and suddenly you grow nervous, making your feet itching to burst into that room and beat her out of his chambers.

But you don’t.

Contain yourself.

Trust him.

Sukuna leans back, crossing his legs and continues to rock his foot. He takes a puff from his pipe and exhales it calmly. The eyes of his mask eyeing you up and down one time, before he focuses all of them on the Bitch.

“Speak.” he orders quietly.

The Bitch steps closer to him and gets down on her knees. Quickly, you take a step back into the doorframe, careful that she won’t see you. This sight makes the anger in your heart bubble up even more.

“My King.” she breathes, keeping her gaze down. “Please don’t take this the wrong way. We only demand help from those... cleaning maids, to be able to continue our duties quickly. The duties for our King.” she starts and her voice turns silky the more she speaks. You have to suppress a gag. Sukuna fiddles with his pipe, listening to her quietly.

“This maid, she’s disrespectful. Thinks she’s better than us. Thinks she’s equal to you, my King. She and her little cleaning friend. They’ve been humiliating us. She’s been humiliating us, me.” she pleas, before her voice turns in a whisper. “She makes us feel alone, my King. We miss you, I miss you. So much.”

Her words make you sneer in disdain and disgust. The dramatic approach she’s choosing is ridiculous.

Trust him.

“Is that so?” he chuckles in a tone that sounds way too flirty to you.

Sukuna shifts in his seat, stops rocking his hanging foot and reaches for her chin with his big toe, making her look up to him.

Trust him.

“Yes.” she breathes, before she gently touches his foot with her left hand, pressing it against her lips to put a chaste kiss on the side of it.

Vomit gurgles up in your throat, as you keep watching.

Trust him.

Sukuna starts grinning and keeps all eyes focused on her. He gently pushes her face away with his foot, before placing it back on the ground. Leaning forward, he smirks and flashes his eyes at her.

“Lovely.”

You frown and your heart sinks, as she smiles at him.

Lovely?

“I’ll consider.” he adds and his answer makes your blood boil, makes you wonder if he truly changed his mind about her punishment, makes you wonder about the reason he keeps her.

And it pisses you off.

Sukuna looks up and nudges his head to Uraume who kept standing in the corner.

The Bitch grins widely at Sukuna, before she gets back on her feet, bows and leaves his chambers. The door slides back shut.

Bitch.

That smile and conversation doesn’t sit well with you.

And that’s an understatement.

Lovely.

You bite your lip, pissed and angry.

That smile needs to be wiped off her face. And I won’t clean up shit. And Akiko wo-

“Oy, come here.” he gently calls you to him, ripping you out of your thoughts.

You brace yourself and slowly walk back into the room. Uraume is standing there with him, holding a flat, wooden box in her hands. Sukuna eyes you up and down, notices your pissed expression, before nudging his head to that box. Before you can ask him about anything that happened a minute earlier, he speaks.

“Put that on.” he orders in a soft tone, looking at you with gentle eyes. “It’s yours.”

Uraume opens the box, revealing a kimono inside, that looks exactly like his. Plain white, with blue edges, a dark blue obi with his characteristic, white pattern.

Mine.

“Lovely.” you try to react as unfazed as you can, a silent punch into his ears and you can feel his wide smirk behind your face at your remark. You clench your jaw, still thinking about his interaction with the Bitch. However, in reality, you’re trying to overplay the excitement you feel, because somehow, you feel moved, honoured, that he...

“Why do you want me to look like you?” you say in a stern voice, as you keep staring on the fabric, hoping he was just messing with her earlier and that this gift is just the first part of her punishment.

Oh how she would hate it.

He smacks his lips, making you turn your face back to him. Sukuna’s grinning eyes meet yours and he smirks, tilting his head, as he takes another puff.

“Because you’re mine.” he grins. “And the occasion demands it.”

Your heart starts to race at his words, but you try to keep giving him the cold shoulder.

“Hm.” you hum and nod, acting little too calm and you notice how closely he’s watching you.

“You got better at lying, Princess.” he coos with a smirk and his kiseru between his teeth. “What I told you about you being angry. You’re doing it again.”

“I am angry.” you grumble.

“I know.” he grins with the kiseru in his mouth, rocking his foot again in excitement. Like a dog wagging its tail.

Asshole.

Maybe he truly was messing with her, just to mess with me. Lovely-

“However I know you’re excited at the thought of wearing a part of me, owning a part of me. You just can’t hide it as much as you’d like to.” he hisses, leaning forward to you. “This vicious little thought in your head to present yourself like that for everyone else to see just out of spite. That excites me.”

Your blood is tingling and your heart is racing and you hate him again for being able to read you perfectly. So, so perfectly.

Like he should.

Feeling Uraume’s gaze on you, you sigh and suppress a smirk, before you look back to the box and carefully take out the robe. Uraume is quick to put the box away and immediately starts to undo the obi from the kimono you’re already wearing. Soon you’re stripped and Uraume helps you to put on the new kimono. Sukuna watches patiently and keeps smoking on his pipe. As soon, as you’re dressed, you look down on your body, see how the fabric coats you so perfectly and feels soft against your skin. Your face twitches in excitement, before you turn back to him, proudly raise your chin and he eyes you another time.

“Good.” he concludes in a dark, satisfied tone, that makes you unexpectedly nervous.

There’s something different about him today. About the way he reacts to you, responds to you. His tone and gaze.

And it intimidates you.

“What now?” you ask, before Sukuna rises from his chair, puts the kiseru back and motions you to follow him.

Uraume keeps their head held low and starts walking behind him. You take a deep breath.

Act like the Queen you want to be, you rehearse his words in your head, like a mantra, before you follow them, out of his chambers and down the halls.

Make him mine.

Punish her.

You keep your head held high, thinking about all the shit they’ve done to you, all the things Sukuna has done for you. The thought of her smiling at him makes your blood tingle even more, fuelling the wish for her being hurt.

Make her suffer.

Please, my King.

You walk right behind him, watch how his figure moves through the halls, before he takes a turn to his left, to walk straight to the door that’s leading to the throne room.

Please, my Love.

For me.

The huge doors open in front of you and you peek inside. Thick atmosphere is coating the hall, the red and blue lights glimmer, the haze is dancing around the hill of skulls.

Like usual, the maids are standing on different spots between the skulls leading up to his throne. You see Akiko, standing full of reverence at the base of the stairs. The Bitch is in her usual spot, sitting right next to your Kings throne. Everyone is there, every maid you know and even maids you never saw before, are gathered in this hall.

At this day. For this occasion.

So dramatic.

You catch yourself frowning at the situation, before Sukuna starts to climb the stairs. All the eyes are watching you. You in your fine, new kimono, that looks exactly like your Kings. Making you look like you own a part of him, just like he said. It’s making you look exactly like the royalty you should be.

Before you follow him up the stairs, you look to Akiko, catching a cheeky smile from her. You smile back, as you start climbing the stairs, the weight of the eyes becomes heavier and heavier with every step.

It’s silent.

There’s an uneasy feeling that keeps growing in you. No one dares to say a word or to even breathe. Only your footsteps are heard.

Yours and your Kings.

Your heartbeat exhilarates, as you both arrive at the top. Sukuna sits down, leans himself on his right fist. Stepping forward to his left side, you turn around, ready to kneel down, like you always do, but his upper left hand bumps against your chest, stopping you.

“Stay on your feet.” he grumbles quietly and you oblige, watching him with wide eyes and quiet excitement, with a heavy beating heart and a quick breath.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

What’s gonna happen?

You keep watching him quietly, so, so nervous about what’s going to be his next move. Silence is thrown over all of you like a huge, dark blanket.

Quietly, Sukuna is looking forward. No one seems to know why they’re here or what’s gonna happen.

And he takes his time. His sweet, sweet time. It feels like an eternity.

Your eyes wander. Every maid is waiting patiently. Akiko still on the base of the stairs, waiting. No one is looking at your King either, keeping their gaze down as they should.

And you feel like everyone can hear your heartbeat.

Badum.Badum.Badum.

Suddenly, Sukuna’s eyes turn to you, bore into your soul once again. So red and sinister. His stare alone could make you crumble under his presence. But you fight it.

Stand proud.

You raise your chin once again and your eyes quickly jump between him and the Bitch one single time.

Keep your word.

His eyes catch your silent demand and his lip twitches, before he finally speaks. “Sayako.”

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S/O with a Fake Friend

This story is gender neutral!

Fake Friends are literally the worst. I hope none of you ever had one but if you did, well then this headcanon might be something for you. I‘m not 100% happy with the final result but i couldn’t wait any longer to release a new story. I hope you enjoy this headcanon at least a little bit! :)

(Pls leave me a request in case you have one)

Slashers mentioned: Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers and Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

You decide to invite some friends (after convincing Hoyt to not kill them)

You all have a nice time

At some point, you decide to get something from another room

While you are away, a friend of yours starts to talk shit about you „I’m happy they moved away“ „this ugly dirty house suits them “ „they are boring“

Tommy spends a lot of time in the basement but since there isn’t a lot of meat or people to work on and because he doesn’t trust your friends he decides to kinda watch out for you. He won’t introduce himself tho. He’s insecure and isn’t interested in meeting new people

When he hears those words out of your friends mouth he gets really mad

How dare someone talk about you like that. You invited them, had to argue with Hoyt and prepared everything by yourself?! „How ungrateful“ he thought

Because he is nonverbal he can’t just tell you, so instead, blinded by his anger, he decides to go up to your friends, take your fake friend by the collar of their shirt and stare at them angrily

You come back and are shocked. However, you are aware that Tommy wouldn’t do that if nothing happened before

Your friend starts screaming at you „get this monster away from me, y/n!“

You kinda assumed that this person doesn’t really like you as much but you didn’t think that it was that bad that even Tommy would get mad. now this friend even insulted your lovely boyfriend

You decide to throw them out so the situation wouldn’t escalate

2 possibilities: your fake friend drives away and isn’t allowed to ever step on your property again or they are thrown into the basement and spend some time with Tommy because they continue to insult and harass you (it’s up to you. How much do you hate them?)

If you chose possibility number 2, Tommy would skin them alive but wouldn’t keep the face since he doesn’t want such an ugly face on himself

Michael Myers

He isn’t a fan of your friends. He is possessive + he’s Michael Myers.. he can’t just be in the kitchen or in the living room when your friends are around so he has to stay upstairs (or in your room if you only have a small apartment)

Michael being Michael he obviously stalks your friends as a kind of background check

He has to make sure that you are safe

When your friends arrive he positions himself somewhere where he can see and hear everything

When you go away to grab something one of your friends starts to talk shit about you „they look so bad“, „They are annoying“

(New target unlocked I guess)

Michael knows who he is going to kill next. The fate of your friend is now certain

You come back and continue to have fun

After saying goodbye to your friends, Michael follows that one friend to their home. He kills them in a very painful and slow way

Next morning you receive the message that your friend was murdered and found with a clown mask on their bloody face 🤡

You immediately knew who did it

You go up to Michael and just say „they talked shit about me, huh?“ Michael answers with a slow nod and you can’t help but smile

Bubba Sawyer

He doesn’t mind when your friends come over. He’s actually quite excited as well. He enjoys company

He might be worried about his brothers but you convince them to go away for at least an hour, so they wouldn’t freak your friends out (even though they would freak out more over Bubba. I mean, he is a tall and big man with a leather face… What do you expect?)

It really depends on how you want this day to go. If you want Bubba around your friends, he’ll be there and put his pretty woman mask on. If you don’t want him around them, then he would be disappointed but keep his distance.

When you go away to grab something, bad things start to happen „did you notice how bad they look?“ „I don’t know why but they are so annoying“

Bubba freaks out. He goes up to you and starts to make noises and moves frantically. You don’t understand what exactly he wants to tell you but you try to calm him down

He won’t calm down🧍🏻‍♀️ probably grabs his chainsaw, turns it on and runs up to your fake friend. Instant panic. You start to panic as well

„Wtf is that, y/n?!“

Your fake friend will be chased.

If you don’t want that person to die, Bubba will make sure that they kneel down, apologize and beg for your forgiveness while threatening them with his chainsaw or sledgehammer

If you hate them so much that you want them to die, they are going to die. Just like Thomas he wouldn’t keep the face because he wouldn’t want the face of a y/n anti (he’s your biggest fan)

Thank you for reading this headcanon <3

[hllfireclb]

Eddie Munson as your boyfriend! Headcanons!

I love writing headcanons

Warnings: probably none, fluff & cursed words, maybe some teasing, mention of smut (mdni), y‘all still go to Highschool so parents will be involved (if you’re an adult rn)

There definitely will be a part 2!!

My Masterlist

Tell me what you want fr but Eddie IS this perfect 50/50 boyfriend. 50% all fluff, goofy, chaotic, clumsy and cheesy. 50% serious, caring, knowing how to take care of you in every way (or the 50% are just the daddy he is, I said what I said.)

Would do anything to see you smile even if you‘d sit in front of him, crying. He‘d hold your hands in his and stroke over them softly to calm you down.

"Hey Sweetheart, was Mrs. O'donald that mean today? Always told 'ya she‘s a witch or something! Maybe an Oga!"

"Eddie stop it‘s not funny!"

"I‘m sorry darling..y'know just wanted to make you smile. Bad timing I know..come here, I’ll take care of you" and with that you sit in his lap, your head on his shoulder and hidden in his messy curls.

He definitely snores. DEFINITELY.

Congratulations! You‘re not just his partner no! You’re also his own personal teddy bear and don’t even think about moving (or breathing, lol joke)

Trying to do a diet? Not with Eddie. That boy lives for junk food and drinks.

Friday nights = your date night. None of you skips it for nothing. you’re sick? Eddie comes over and takes care of you. You have to work longer than usually? Eddie comes to your work and waits until you’re finished. Your parents said no? Eddie sneaks inside. Yep. You‘ll definitely meet.

Mostly movie or game nights with a shared blunt and sweets which lead to hot Make out sessions and at least 2 good hours of you screaming Eddie’s name (I said what I’ve said)

He always wants to join you when you’re about to take a shower but sometimes you say no, so he just stands in the door frame like a creep and watches you , you didn’t say anything against that right?:D

"Ed‘s stop! I said I wanted to shower alone today love!“

"And you are! But I also have to go inside of there!"

"If you need to take a shit just do it!"

"Are you sure 'bout that y/n?“ he smirks and raises an eyebrow

"No no! But it’s getting cold because of the opened door!"

And with that the door is closed from the inside and Eddie leans against the sink with crossed arms and a grin on his lips.

Always rolls a joint for the two of you when you say you wanna meet because he knows that you at least want to take one drag

Has a picture of you in his box where he keeps the drugs and next to his other Sweetheart (his guitar)

Gave you his guitar pick necklace and you made one for him with one of your favorite necklace extras

Gets you flowers from a daisy or sunflower field

Little self-made gifts for you or him

Dates, dates, dates. Did I mention dates? He wants to do so much with you like sneaking into a theater, a roller skate or ice skate disco (even if you had to convince him with that one), buy some ice cream, go swimming in lovers lake, go camping and so so much more!! It will never get boring

Obviously writes songs for and about you, even plays them at the hideout with corroded coffin

You’re the first person who hears about the new dnd campaign ideas he has, will also ask you for help or if you have any ideas

Will get you into dnd, if you want it or not

When you finally agree on joining hellfire, it doesn’t take him 2 seconds to give you your own shirt (because you always wore his) and will explain your whole game character to you because he‘s planned it since the first day you‘ve met

No matter how many times Eddie tells you to come to him if you feel bad so you can talk about it, he‘ll never do it himself. He always hides that he‘s also breakable. That he’s a human.

This is the reason you two have some small arguments sometimes, you just want that boy to know that he‘s safe and that you love him no matter what :(

Eddie is traumatized. That’s a fact. He needs a lot of love and attention and just needs to get reminded of it every day (what you love to do really!)

Mostly needy 1-2 blunts until he talks about how he really feels, will even start crying and shaking like a leaf in your arms sometimes because he‘s so overwhelmed with everything. He grabs you and holds you so close to him because he’s scared that you’ll be gone if he opens his eyes again.

You hold him close and support him just the way he needs and deserves it. Gosh that boy loves you so much for it.

Barely falls asleep first because he likes to admire you in your sleep, while you lay in his arms, he also loves playing with your hair softly, smiling like an idiot in love (he is an idiot in love xoxo)

[allywthsr]

ℒ𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝒩𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Main masterlist

𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉 = ☆ | 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 = ♡ | 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉 = ω

Biggest supporter ♡

Lando finishes in P2 in silverstone and you guys celebrate

I come back to you ♡

You feel anxiety from time to time when you see Lando in his race car (or basically the silverstone weekend with an anxious girlfriend)

Reckless ☆

You couldn’t attend the Hungarian grandprix and you find out through articles that Lando cheated on you

⤷ Follow the white rabbit ☆ | ♡

Lando and you talk about the cheating rumors, you find out the truth and you solve things between each other. Part two to Reckless

24hrs with Vogue ♡

Lando and Y/N are doing a follow us around with vogue during the summer break, and show what their day looks like

Finding Lando on Raya ♡ | ω

You are bored in your hotel room and find Lando Norris on Raya, what will happen if he texts you?

⤷ I‘ll never leave you ♡ | ω

Part two to Finding Lando Norris on Raya, how you spend the evening, flying to Spa for tire testing and a date in the evening

⤷ The vacation ♡ | ω

Part three to Lando Norris on Raya! The vacation, meeting the family, and a big question in the end

⤷ Epilogue ♡

Last part to Lando Norris on Raya! What happened in the last three years and another big question

Happy Birthday ♡ | ω

It’s Lando’s birthday and you’re celebrating!

Fighting birthday ☆ | ♡

Lando drinks too much and it gets out of hand, the birthday boy is angry at you

The Crash ☆ | ♡

Lando and you fight right before the Las Vegas gp, turns out your nerves couldn’t take it after he crashes

Advent calendar masterlist

Advent calendar with Lando Norris

I‘m a celeb ♡

you’re a singer and participate at ’I’m a celebrity get me out of here‘, and Lando does too

Wrong person ω

you send a sexy video to some tinder guy, until you realize you tapped Lando‘s contact instead, you both help the other to finish what you started

⤷ Shagging the boss ω

Lando comes over and you regret starting without him

24hrs with Lando ♡

you also follow Lando‘s daily routine in the new quadrant video

Little spoon ♡

Lando‘s never been the little spoon

First race win

Lando wins his first race

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Loving you is really hard

Simon Riley x fem! Reader

warning: angst and no happy ending hihi :)

summary: Simon loves you. He really does. But he doesn’t know how to show you his love…

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

Simon stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes fixed on the figure before him. It was you standing in front of him. For months now, he had grappled with emotions he had long buried, emotions that threatened to consume him entirely. Love was a battlefield, and Simon was on the front lines, fighting a war he was unsure he could win.

It had all begun with stolen glances and lingering touches with whispered words of affection shared in the dead of night. Simon was a man of few words, and showing his love was a battle for himself and you. But he had tried, oh, how he had tried to let you know how much you meant to him. But however, you never felt it…

Yet, as days turn into months, he found himself unable to say those three simple words that had the power to change everything. "I love you." They hung on the tip of his tongue, like a secret waiting to be told, but each time he attempted to speak them, his voice failed him. And you were never mad at him for it. If only, you were understanding. But you’re human too and with no reassurance, not only through words but also actions, you can’t help but think he is slowly falling out of love with you.

One evening, after a particularly tense mission, the tension between you and Simon had reached its breaking point. The argument had started over something unnecessary, but it had spiraled into something much deeper. Hurtful words were exchanged, and you found yourself saying the words that had been weighing on your heart for so long.

"Loving you is really hard Simon! Whenever I try and show you my love you push me away. And when I‘m searching for yours, I don’t feel anything! Do you even love me? Or is it just me?" The admission was out before you could stop it, and the room fell into an uneasy silence. Simon's stormy blue eyes bore into yours, a mixture of guilt, pain, and regret reflecting in them. You could see the pain in his expression, the desire to say the words he had been holding back for so long.

But still, he said nothing. The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating.

It was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that shattered your heart into a million pieces. You turned away, tears welling up in your eyes, and left the room, leaving Simon alone with his unspoken feelings.

You kind of wished he followed you and stopped you from going away. But dreams will always stay just dreams…

In the days that followed, the distance between you and Simon grew. He withdrew into himself, burying his emotions deeper than ever before. And you too, found it hard to bridge the gap that had formed between you. It was as if a wall had been erected, a wall built from unspoken words and unacknowledged feelings. This was too much for you heart and you wonder how long you can hold on this way.

The mission's dangers seemed a welcome distraction from the pain that had settled for Simon. You threw yourself into your work, seeking solace in the hospital as a doctor. And Simon, he became even more cold, his mask of indifference firmly in place.

You both knew that something precious had been lost. The love that had once burned so brightly between you is dimmin, its warmth replaced by a chilling emptiness. There was no happy ending in sight, only the painful realization that some battles couldn't be won.

Simon continued to serve his country, a soldier on the front lines, battling not only the enemies he faced in the field but also the voices that haunted his head. And you, you moved on with your life, searching for a love that was easier to hold onto.

But deep down, in the quiet moments when the world fell away, you both knew that a part of you would always belong to each other, that love, no matter how hard, would forever be a part of your story. A story that only had an endless ache that lingered in the spaces between your hearts.

And when you lie in your bed when it’s dark outside, you want your old Simon back home.

[iheartchv]

Hiii <3 I would like to ask a Romantic Cod Match Up! I really like this kind of things and I want to try <3

- I’m Half Greek and Half Italian (Apulian) living near the sea, in Salento.

- Dyed reddish hair and wavy, medium length. ( my natural is dark blonde )— Green eyes, long lashes that i style like “spider legs” ( or douyin lashes I guess ?) I really like doing soft matte makeup because darker make up is not for me <\\3.

-My skin is very pale compared to the average Mediterranean, but I really like my pale skin, sometimes I notice freckles in summer, I get tan very easily ( but I don’t like to tan.)

-I’m tall with a slender body, I was a model as a teen, then dropped because it was stressfull for my mental health. I really like pretty elegant dresses, old money style with a pretty vintage long fur.

-I dislike very much summer because I can dress well as I want. I LOVE so much Autumn and Winter. I can’t handle summer and the weather especially the Mediterranean weather <\\3

- I speak 5 languages- Griko, Italian, English, French, Spanish.

-I‘m usually very calm, i don’t raise my voice easily. I’m an Infp 4w5. Usually my coworkers always say that I calm them down by speaking or just being at work makes them sure that no one will fight during our shift.

-I really like dogs, I always stop to pet them. In the past I worked at a pet rescue, I was trained to catch dogs and cats in the streets. (I still do it!)

-I wanted to join the police, but I’m too short-sighted for their requirements, even if I’m good with guns I can’t join them because of my sight without glasses ( literally I can’t see NOTHING)

-i really like historical books, creating ocs and listening to music ( I’m PRETTY delulu if you wonder )

- My type is someone that can handle my creative side and like to dress well too/ probably someone that is calm as me, because if someone raise the voice towards me I will get scared and CRY and I will never talk to them again. ( am I too drastic or too traumatized? Maybe both. )

I hope that description is enough <//3 see youuu

I love your contents !!

🤔 I'll pair you with...

John Price 🚬

I think Captain Price would fall for you

He was off duty and bored, so why not travel?

He met you while visiting Salento

And you were quite a sight to see

Your looks blew him away

He couldn't stop from staring at you

Your gorgeous hair blowing in the wind, sunlight catching locks of it

He's such a gentleman toward you, chivalrous even

You couldn't help but fall for his charming ways

And during his stay, you was always looking forward to seeing him

You'd be looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him in a crowd

💞

Price had stayed longer than he intented

He was was going to leave without letting you know, but he couldn't bring himself to do that to you

You've weaseled your way into his heart somehow...

He left you a personal phone number and email so you can stay in contact with him

Everyday, you'd be waiting anxiously for a reply from him whenever you sent him an email/text

And little by little you started missing his presence

You missed him...

You were absolutely smitten with him, crushing on him so bad

Thoughts of his face would never leave you

In your dreams you saw him, and it made you miss him even more

You would tell him that he ever traveled again to come your way

Oh, he will

[embracethecringeside]

I feel like I liked the overall message of the episode (being, you can‘t live without causing harm but there are ways to reduce the harm you cause) but I didn‘t much like the episode itself? Or I just did not care about it much.. they hyped it up so much I expected something great but it was just more of the same to me.

Everyone treating Morty like shit for trying to be ethical.. I‘m tired of that. We‘ve seen him destroy planets by trying to help countless times, it gets boring and just mean. Didn‘t see much character development in this episode. It‘s just a classic example of focusing on the message instead of the characters and using the characters as tools to convey that message. It‘s ok and it‘s something the show does, they just usually aren‘t my favorite episodes.

I also didn‘t care for the montage. I understand why it affected people emotionally, but it didn‘t do that for me like, I don‘t know these people I didn‘t care about their story so to me it was just long and boring

Just my initial thoughts. Gave me season 4 vibes kinda. Don‘t love it don‘t hate it, just don‘t care much

[wonbriiize]

pairing; sungchan x reader

genre; fluff, best friend to lovers

warnings; a little bit of cursing

note; i‘m going through a sungchan brainrot these days so i wrote this.. hope u will all enjoy it ♡ ̆̈

underneath the stars

in which you have a bad day and to cheer you up, your best friend sungchan takes you to his favorite spot…

it was one of those days where you feel like nothing in the world will ever make sense to you. the draining feeling inside of you just grows and grows and eats you up, but you can’t do anything to stop it.. you don’t know how to stop it.

usually, you get over this feeling pretty fast. you just push it aside (like all of your problems), but today, that isn’t working. instead, you feel like this feeling is at its peak.

of course your best friend sungchan noticed that. he always notices when something is wrong with you. it makes him sad whenever you’re like this… and he tries his best to come up with something that could maybe cheer you up.

��let‘s get out of here,” he slightly nudges your shoulder. “it‘s super boring anyway.”

“but it’s going to give us all the information we need for the science project,” you feel unsure about his suggestion.

right now, it’s almost 9pm and the two of you are sitting in some extra lecture at your university. it’s nothing special, just something to help you gain more knowledge for your science project (that you desperately want to do well in).

“oh c‘mon, i know your head is somewhere else anyway,” sungchan doesn’t give up.

of course, you think, he knows. he always does.

you sigh, giving into sungchans temptation.

he smiles, takes your hand and the two of you secretly leave the lecture.

sungchan knows exactly where he wants to take you. it’s his favorite spot and he‘s ready to share it with you, his favorite person.

when you arrive at his motorcycle, both of you wear the helmets that you’ve been carrying.

whenever sungchan and you have to be somewhere together, sungchan offers you a ride. of course you never decline because being on a motorcycle is a whole new feeling of freedom and you love it.

another reason why you love it is because you get to be so close to sungchan, holding him tightly while the wind blows in your face, making you forget about everything else.

which is exactly what is happening at this very moment. you have your arms wrapped around sungchan, he’s driving the motorcycle (looking so cool you wonder how that’s possible) and somehow the emptiness that you’ve been feeling all day is starting to fade.

after a little while, the two of you arrive. sungchan takes off his helmet and so do you.

you look around. complete darkness, nothing special around. you’re confused.

“this is where you wanted to take me?”

“we aren’t completely there yet,” sungchan gets off the motorcycle and puts his helmet down. “we have to walk a bit. we can leave the helmets here, no one is going to take them anyway.”

after putting your helmet down too, you guys start walking. you notice that you’re going uphill and it’s kind of making you feel tired.

“honestly, i would have rather stayed at the lecture than walk this path. it’s annoying.”

“it’s absolutely worth it,” sungchan grabs after your hand, basically pulling you along with him.

he’s much more energetic than you are, and the excitement to show you his favorite spot is making him feel even more alive.

suddenly, sungchan stops walking.

“we are almost there. you have to close your eyes now.”

“what? no i-”

“just trust me. close your eyes,” sungchan interrupts you.

you sigh, again. he just has a way to make you give in. you can never win against him.

you close your eyes, but sungchan doesn’t trust you (he fears that you will be peaking). he walks behind you and covers your eyes. finally, you guys start walking again but it only takes a few minutes until sungchan stops you.

he takes his hands off your eyes but he doesn’t move away, he’s still standing closely behind you.

“open your eyes,” he whispers in your ear.

you slowly open your eyes. the city view, that is presented in front of you with all its glory, makes you speechless. the city lights are bright, but not so bright that you aren’t able to see the stars (that are shining even brighter).

“it’s so beautiful,” you whisper amazed.

sungchan isn’t looking at the view. he has seen it more than a hundred times already. instead, he’s watching you with a smile on his face. “it truly is.”

“why did you never take me here before?” you turn around and almost fall into sungchans arms, that’s how close to you he was standing. you wanted to take a step back to create a bit of distance between the two of you, but sungchan grabs after your hand to stop you.

“i was waiting for the perfect opportunity. when i noticed how bad you were feeling today, i thought that maybe taking you to this place will cheer you up. i really hope it did because i don’t take just anyone to this spot.”

he looks nervous. “in fact, you’re the first and only person i’ve ever taken here, that’s how special this is for me.”

you can hear that he’s being sincere.. and it makes you feel so warm inside. your heart is beating so fast that you’re afraid it’s going to jump out of your chest.

“thank you,” you whisper, not being able to talk clearly because of how sungchan is holding you so close, how he’s looking deeply into your eyes, how his lips are looking so kissable…

“for taking me here. it definitely cheered me up.”

sungchan smiles. you love his smile.

okay, you breathe in. this is my chance.

“but there’s something else that could make me cheer up even more.”

you can’t believe that you’re about to do this, but honestly, it is time. you’ve been meaning to do this since the day sungchan left his family dinner to be there for you because you were having a mental breakdown (which was two years ago).

“shit, i knew i should have brought chocolate,” sungchan steps back, letting go of you. he scratches his head. “uhm, we can grab chocolate when we go back to the dorm.”

you laugh, grabbing sungchans arm and pulling him close to you again, so close that you can hear him breathe.

“no, idiot, not chocolate. think harder,” you say against his lips.

without wasting one more second, sungchan intertwines his lips with yours.

in this very moment, the draining feeling inside of you no more exists. nothing matters except sungchan and you, kissing underneath the stars.

and even though the stars and the city lights were shining brightly, nothing was shining more than sungchans eyes after the kiss, when he realized that you’ve given his favorite spot a whole new meaning.