#thats called the place of honor

[frizzyanya]

While I'm taking pictures of my fridge, spot the Hollanov reference.

[scorchedcandy]

Every year my parents put up a nativity scene on the wood stove and someone made the unfortunate error of getting me an ornament of the Fonz years ago and so he has been attending the birth of Jesus Christ ever since

[hima-matta04]

Sub Mr Scarletella smut after making him your servant x fem reader when 👉👈

I can't stop imagining him with a leash on his neck 😭

omg I love this actually thank you!!! 💗💗

Subby!Scarletella x fem! Reader.

Warnings: pussy eating, leashed scarletella, rough sex, desperate scarletella, slight breeding.

He was at your ever beck and call once you made him your servant. Any task you needed done? He was already getting started on it. Felt stressed? He was either massaging your shoulders or burying his face between your legs.

You had him on a tight leash, litarally. A thick, collar dressed his throat with your initials on it. He adored you. He needed you like oxygen to his lungs. The fact that you had him leashed occasionally made his heart flutter with honor and obsession.

“Here.” His head spun like a lost puppy from your call. He shuffled his way over, crouching to his knees to display his submission. “Good boy~” you chanted, placing a hand on his head to praise him.

His spine went cold at your touch. The effect you kept on him was lethal. Every single command you gave he completed without question. His eyes followed you as you stood up in front of him. Once you lifted his chin with your soft, comforting hand, he nearly whined from the attention he received.

His eyes widened with both shock and excitement when you pointed to your pussy. The cute expression on his face made you giggle, which is why he wasted no time getting your pants off. He looked in awe at your slit, already dripping with arousal.

A sharp, pleasured gasp filled your throat as he dove, tongue first, into your cunt. He sucked and licked, grasping onto your thighs and winpering as if he was the one about to cum. Your moans only fulled him more, and the tugging at his hair drove him crazy. 

He ate you out like he had never eaten before. His cock twitched and leaked with need. Thats when you just had to pull him away from you before you could get overstimulated. His eyes were teary as he took a deep breath like he hadnt breathed since he began. 

The whines and cries that left his mouth were pitifully cute. You couldnt help but want more. He gasped as you tugged at his leash, pulling him forward to press his face against your belly.

You chuckled in glee at how helpless he had become since he became you loyal servant.

He whined once more, nearly begging for more attention. His eyes widening when you propped yourself back on the couch, spreading yourself fully in front of him as you gently pulled at his leash.

The beckoning brought him over swiftly as he wondered what you were implying. As you spread yourself fully sticky folds open, he hastily dropped his pants knowing what you had referred to. “Such a quick learner~” you giggled as you tugged at his leash once more to bring his face closer to yours.

The gentle kiss you place on his head while caressing his cheek made a small pearl of cum form on the tip of his cock. The veins pulsating with desire as you reassured him he could fuck you.

He nervously sunk every inch in, just the way he knew you liked. He nearly lost control after bottoming out. His cock kissed your cervix each time he pumped himself in and out of you.

He craned his neck to place thankful kisses on your jaw. He earned a pleased giggle from you as he hands moved from your hips to your breasts, squeezing and groping as he attempted to speed up his pace. 

Moans of your satisfaction filled his ears as you praised him. The moment you tugged just a little harder on his leash he lost it. His hips viscously slammed into yours over and over and over as you tried to gain some sort of control over him. Tears of too much pleasure welled in your eyes.

It was too late, he was wimpering and moaning uncontrollably as he picked up his pace. He needed you. All of you. Your climax crashed down quickly as you moaned out his name…his. The sound of your hips colliding with his did nothing to muffle your screams of intense pleasure.

He had a dangerous grip on your thighs, rutting into you like he was in heat. He mumbled weak apologies for his loss of control as he got rougher by the second. His hips moved at a bruising rate and you were sure it would show in the morning. With a loud grunt, he shoved his hips into yours as hard as he could as he emptied himself inside of you.

His hips twitched, attempting to dive deeper and deeper as he bred your pussy. He was a panting, wimpering mess, not wanting to remove himself from your warm walls. 

“Hmm~” you sighed, coming down from your high. He looked up at you shamefully before pulling his cock out of you, flinching from the cold air that now enveloped him. As he slowly tucked himself back into his pants, he could feel the apprehension in the air.

“Disobedient.” You pointed a finger at him as he said a word he completely understood. He slouched on the ground in front of you, awaiting his consequence. 

He was relieved to hear that his only consequence for his disobedience would be only allowing him to jerk off to just the sight of you. He wasnt allowed any intimate touch for the next week. 

He thought this would be simple, but you had other plans in mind…

[sinning-23]

Baby Mama (OPLA HEADCANNONS)

In honor of mothers day, here some little headcannons I cooked up for our faves! Hope yall enjoy lol

Luffy

-This mf was like...actually capable of conceiving a child lmao.

-There was really no like initial shock, it was more like overwhelming joy? There was honestly no need to reveal it to the rest of the crew since the second you told him he shouted it loud ad fucing possible.

-"Luffy, uhhh I think im pregnant." You huff, hand over your forehead as you try to figure out the next course of action.

"YOURE PREGNANT?! THATS GREAT!"

"Y/N IS WHAT?" Nami gasps, eyes flitting form you to Luffy, then to your belly.

"YOU’RE PREGNANT?! HOW?" Usopp questions, only to have Sanji interrupt,

"Well Usopp, when two people love eachother- or well... lets talk about he birds and the bee-"

"I KNOW HOW THAT WORKS DICKHEAD-"

-Luffy is a.....he's a great dad, just a little uhhhh...wild?

-You have to explain tho him that this baby cannot fucking eat solid food.

-He's learning and that’s all that matters. He knows when to get serious about his kid and when its okay to be a lil silly.

-Oh and be prepared for when your kid hits about 6-7 cause they're so much like their father its crazy-

Zoro

-He's thuroughly convinced its your fault because he knows for a fact he has impeccable pull out.

-"That’s not mine." He hums, pointing at the newborn with a raise brow.

The fucking liar this baby is his spitting image. Like your genes didn't evens stand a chance. The baby even fucking mean mugs like he does, that lil stoic face.

-"This isn’t yours?" You question, holding the baby up side by side with his obvious father.

"Nope"

-Once he’s like fully processed and accepted the fact that your pussy just so happened to weaken his pull out game, he will claim the child and make sure he's being helpful with both you and the infant.

-It was actually pretty fucking hilarious to see the baby try and latch to his nipple cause his tits are fucking massive. Heeee didn’t think it was that funny tho💀

-Just let the kid grow up a little bit and they’re all about their father, and even though he may not show it all the time, he adores his baby. And they will always be a baby in his eyes. And he things you’re a phenomenal mother even though it was sort of a surprise.

Nami

-You had come aboaded with a toddler. And sure enough they latched to Nami in a heartbeat.

-“AHT! No, you stay with me and let them work.” You reprimand, giving a quick apology to the tangarine haired girl.

“Oh no they’re okay. Hey, you wanna see something cool?” He hum, taking the 2 year old by the hand before you can protest.

-Auntie Nami accidentally turned to ‘mamami’ (Mama Nami) andddd it just stuck.

-one night the three of you had fall asleep in Nami’squarter and she had woke up and just, admires you both. She couldn’t help the way her chest squeezed when she thought about raising this child with you or how much she loved being a part of your lives.

Your eyes flutter open and you give her a knowing look, her face already tinted pink.

“Nami,” you begin, your free hand pushing hair behind her ear as she hold your wrist, placing a kiss there.

“Thank you, love you.” You hum, letting yourself fall back asleep.

-yeah she’s stuck with you two for life

-unironically calls you her baby mama

Usopp

-is literally the best fuckinf dad. Literally ever.

-he wants to make sure he’s an active part of your child’s life, being sure to keep you both in good health and high spirits.

-when you broke the news he was terrified. How good of a father could he be? He just don’t want to let you down.

-“W-What if our kid hates me?” He voices one night, hands holding your tummy.

“I doubt that’ll happen. You’ll be okay Uso.”

-Guess having impeccable aim runs in the family because by time your child is year they’re already throwing projectiles with phenomenal accuracy.

-you can’t tell me he doesn’t make most of your babies toys.

-he loves seeing you just have little moments with your baby, he definetly cried when they took their first steps.

-keeps a picture of the three of you tucked away

-hints at wanting another one from time to time

Sanji

-fainted when you told him.

-honestly he’s a little shocked. He didn’t really put ‘father’ on his goal list but here yall are lol

-he’s very supported and knows that morning sickness is a bitchhhh

-“how’re my girls…or boy” he greets, pressing a kiss to your tummy then to your lips.

-much to his surprise, he was right on both parts because you’re having twins! Yayyyyy

-you cuss him out when your in labor.

-“SANJI YOU ASSHOLE! YOU DID THIS TO ME! WHY DID I FALL FOR YOUR DELICIOUS FOOD YOU FUCK!”

-he’s not allowed in the delivery room lmao he fainted again when the nurse asked if he’d like to see what was goin on

-after 6 horrendous hours, your baby boy and girl are finally born and he’s too delighted.

-“good job baby.” He praises, peppering your tired face with kisses.

-when the kids are older he’s always falling victim to their puppy eyes and begging when they ask for dessert before dinner

-“please dad! We won’t tell mom! Pleaseeee!”

-he loves being with you and loves that he’s been blasted with a wonderful wife and two beautiful children

Shanks

-oh the minute he found out he was stunned! He was sure he already had an illegitimate baby somewhere but for one of the baby mamas to actually let him know was, a bit of a surprised?

-and that’s it. He doesn’t really go out of his way to go visit and see if it’s true. He goes on about his business truely.

-one day, he comes across a lady at a bar, her bright red hair thrown up and she waits tables, her gaze almost immediately locking on his as she frowns

-….what the fuck she looks just like him.

-she goes to a couple other of the waiters/waitresses and the minute they catch his gaze they’re nodding profusely at her.

-it took, shit you not. 3 hours for them to get a table and that was only because her boss came in and MADE her seat the crew.

-“what do you want.” She huffs, her notepad clenched so tight it crumples the paper.

Shanks only further studies the girl, her rage ever present as she slams the notepad down.

“I SAID, What. Do. You. Want. Quickly, or I’m leaving you here to wait 3 more hours. Spit it the fuck out you old bastard.” She spits, leaving him somewhat shocked.

-“How about the-“

-“we’re all out. Deadbeat.” She finishes, dropping her apron and notepad, then walking out.

Safe to say that wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

-when he finds where you guys live and YOU answer the door thank god, he firstly apologizes (which you don’t accept right away) and explains how he already met your daughter.

Speak of the devil she had just rounded the corner asking who it was.

“Don’t let this fucker the house mom, please.” She begs, gaze flittering form you to her sperm donor.

-yeahhhhhh this is why he hardly ever makes the effort to see his unsuspecting kids. Doesn’t quite pan out how he thinks.

Mihawk

- you’re not the only one at all. He’s got plenty fucking kids running around and you’re fully aware of that, having run into more than one child that looks just mf like him.

-he won’t deny any of them, but he doesn’t feel like he owes them anything either? It’s weird and you usually feel bad that he picked you and your child when he could very well have done that for the rest of them.

-he often assures you that we’re were one night stand situations he hardly remembers after being so damn drunk.

-he’s a good dad though and a great husband. He makes sure you’re taken care of even is he’s gone a lot of the time. When you told him you were having a baby he didn’t leave from your side.

-when the baby is born he’s a bit suprised they don’t look like him but as soon as they open their eyes he’s so mf smug. Those eyes are a dead giveaways that’s his baby.

-don’t let that baby ask for something be used Mihawk will without a doubt give it to them no matter what.

-“Honey I-“

-there standing in front of the fridge, in laminated with its light are your husband and child. Their eyes wide like an owls, staring directly into your soul.

-“We wanted ice cream.”

Buggy

-he loves his babies. Hands down loves his fucking babies. Plural because of course you were blessed/cursed with triplets.

-two boys, one sweet girl, and not one of them look like their daddy, besides that faint tint of blue in their hair.

-and he’s maddddd, well. not at you but at his genes.

-“honey wait, they might just grow into it?” You encourage, trying not to laugh as he tried to figure out why his kids don’t look like him.

-thank god you were right because by time they were all 4/5 that blue had brightened and the little red glow of their noses were ever present.

-he’s so attentive with you, taking care of the three of them when you need rest or just in general cause how gorgeous wife needs rest after making three gorgeous babies

-freaks his babies out when he takes his head off

-then they won’t leave him the fuck alone about it and will often take pieces of him while he chases them around for them back.

-his babies get their own spot on the show and it fucking adorable watching toddlers dance to circus music with face paint they insisted they do themselves

-best dad buggy 100%

[overlyspecific]

Part 2 of Merlin as Robin Hood

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

A noble is traveling through the woods and Merlin sees him mistreating his servants.

Noble: come on, move faster! we need to get to Camelot before sundown. I don’t want to spend any longer in these words than I have to.

servant: *under his breath* well maybe if you gave me a horse i would be able to go a little faster

Noble: what did you say?!

the noble brings his arm up to strike the servant, but is suddenly thrown back against a tree. ropes spring up to tie the noble down.

Merlin: he said if you gave him a horse things would go faster. i happen to agree. what do you think, should i give him your horse?

Noble: Magic! You are using magic! The king will have your head for this!

Merlin: Oh he has certainly tried…several times. Anyways, its been a great chat but I actually have places to be so why don’t we speed things up? Lance? Gwaine?

Lance and Gwaine appear from behind the trees. The servant jumps back at their entrance.

Gwaine: yeah merls?

Merlin: take the excess from the cart for that village in famine we visited a couple days ago.

Gwaine: on it!

Merlin: Lance, make sure Gwaine doesnt take the ale.

Lance: on it.

Gwaine: oh come on, Merlin. whats the point of being an outlaw if we can’t benefit from it just a little?

Merlin: we’re not outlaws. we are just working outside of the law.

Merlin turns to face the servant.

Servant: Who ARE you?

Merlin: the names Merlin but some call me emrys and one calls me an idiot but i dont listen to him much.

Servant: and you steal from the rich…but you dont take anything for yourself?

Merlin: only what we need to survive

Servant: wow that’s really-

Merlin: amazing, honorable, selfless?

Servent: -a total rip-off of that guy in sherwood forest.

Gwaine: *from the cart, unloading boxes of jewelry and gold* that’s what I told him, but he didn’t listen

Lancelot: two people can do good in a similar way.

Merlin: thank you Lance, thats why you’re my favorite

Gwaine: *mock outrage* you dont mean THAT

Servant: so can I go or…

Merlin: yes you are free to leave, but you have to do one thing first…

Time jump. The throne room of the castle.

Uther: he said what?!

Servant: he said ‘tell the prince i appreciate the fancy jewels but i look better in blue’

Morgana hides a laugh behind her hand and Arthur glares at her. his anger isnt enough to hide his blush, and Moragna laugh harder.

Uther: Arthur, you are to go after him at once!

Arthur: but father, he has magic and seems to always be three steps ahead.

Uther: I don’t care! I will not have my kingdom be accosted by a sorcerer who taunts us at every turn

Morgana: *under her breath to Gwen as she fills her cup* he really only taunts arthur

Uther: Arthur, you will find him and make sure he burns on the pyre. we will make an example of him. no one is above the law!

Arthur: yes, father. we will leave at once

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

Top 5 times Alfred Pennyworth has blatantly lied to peoples faces with absolutely no remorse

5. Jason nooo we never ever gave up on you lol vs. it might not even be the same dude master Bruce beat his ass

This one I find delightful. I support this motion. It’s okay to lie here the alternative is way worse.

(there's some gray area on whether or not this is strictly a "lie" or not. But let's be real, Alfred's laying it on a little thick here either way.)

(Red Hood and The Outlaws #7 (2016))/(Batman #645 (1940))

4. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about I don’t have a secret code

This one is fine. But I do think it’s funny that he denies it twice. Really plays up the drama! Not like it's urgent or anything, we're only trying to clear Bruce Wayne of a murder charge... (Nightwing #68 (1996))

3. No I didn’t put that ad in the paper what weird how that ended up there

This one was just embarrassing. After quitting his job during Knightfall In a last ditch effort to make Bruce stop being recklessly endangering himself, Alfred comes back after a vacation by placing a Butler Wanted Ad in the newspaper FOR Bruce, and then Alfred feigns ignorance when showing up for the job. Insane! (Batman #521 (1940))

2. You’re too late….

Just straight up lies to Nightwing to imply Tim died of The Clench. Seriously why would he say that. Seriously what the fuck. Genuinely no reason for him to do this. (Azrael #16 (1995))/(Robin #28 (1993))

1. No one calls me Alfie but you lol!!!

I get it Alfred: you wanna get laid, but lying to your ex girlfriend about a nickname that you are REGULARLY called by MULTIPLE people is not the way to go about it! (Nightwing: Alfred’s Return/Detective Comics #622/Detective Comics #563)

In conclusion, Alfred Pennyworth is addicted to shamelessly lying, for his own benefit, for the good of others, and oftentimes just because he finds it funny. Once an actor always an actor I suppose!

Honorable mention: Tim’s Birthday Gaslighting

I didn’t include his involvement with Tim’s Birthday Gaslighting because he was asked to do that and didn’t lie entirely of his own volition, and he also expresses a small degree of remorse once he’s caught. However it is insane enough to garner an honorable mention. You really dressed up in elaborate prosthetics and makeup in order to help gaslight the 16 year old ON his birthday by making him extremely paranoid about all of his friends for vague training reasons, and then have the gall to be like "oh my god thank goodness thats over!"

Alfred, you didn’t have to do that. You are literally always going against what Batman Bruce Wayne tells you to do. Literally all the time.

Robin #117 (1993)/Robin #120 (1993)

[aerinaga]

my daddy p.

paige bueckers x reader

warnings: smut (eating out, slight bdsm)

note: in honor of the cake that says daddy p 😙 happy fathers day special

you and paige were on the way to her fathers house to celebrate fathers day.

you were going to celebrate fathers day with her side of the family, since your family was out of the country at the moment. paige’s family was always so outgoing, they never made you feel like you’re out of place.

you and paige were currently in the car, she looked beautiful as per usual. i mean, there wasn’t any day where she looked ugly. her right hand was on your inner thigh, rubbing it in small circles. gosh, that made you wet. you felt butterflies in your stomach.

you arrived at her house, greeting her dad.

“happy fathers day, bob!” you said. you gave him a fine bottle of white wine.

while they were preparing dinner, you and paige headed up to her old room. as soon as paige closed the door, she kissed you like it was the end of the world.

her hands went down to your waist, squeezing it. you let out a small moan, you could feel her smile against your lips. the both of you let go, breaths were heavy and echoing around the room.

“you look so beautiful, i can’t wait to have you later.”

“alright, daddy p.”

“daddy p?”

“yeah, MY daddy p.” you gave her a flirtatious smile, drawing small circles on her chest.

she smirked at you, she knew what was going down later.

the moment the both of you entered your apartment (which was thankfully soundproofed), she grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up the island table.

she didn’t waste anytime, she was aggressively kissing you down your neck. she was nibbling on every part of your skin, leaving little bite marks. you were hers. your soft moans were getting louder by the second, leading her to kiss you down in between your breasts, squeezing them from time to time just to hear you get louder.

she pulled down the zipper of your sundress, slipping you out of it and throwing your dress on the sofa, discarding your bra and underwear somewhere. she kissed up your lips, not minding the fact that you were a mess already. she just wanted you.

“lay on your stomach for me.”

you obliged, landing your stomach on the cold surface. you felt her rubbing her hand on your ass cheek. you didn’t exactly know what to expect. she landed a stingy slap on your ass. you moaned loudly, who knew you liked this?

“you’re such a slut for me baby, i want you to count for me okay?”

“yes, p.”

“thats not my name baby. what were you calling me earlier again? use that.”

“yes, daddy.”

“good girl.”

slap. “one”

slap. “two”

slap. “three”

slap. “four”

slap. “five” you were whimpering slightly, tears were forming up in your eyes.

“just a little more baby.”

slap. “six”

slap. “seven”

you were anticipating another slap, but instead, you were turned over by paige. she was smirking at you, engulfing you in another kiss.

“such a good girl for me, baby. because you’re such a good girl, i’ll give you a reward.”

she spread your legs wide open, kissing up your legs til she reaches your inner thighs. her kisses were so soft and delicate, eliciting a moan out of you.

her face was close to your pussy, you could feel her breathing. she placed a soft kiss on it, making you grab a handful of her hair. she grunted from the sudden pull on her hair, but she loved it.

she wasted no time licking up a stripe on your clit, circling her tongue on your pussy. she was always able to make you cum just by eating you out, it was insane. she bit your clit softly, making you jolt your legs in between her head.

she used her strength to pry it open wide, her muscles were being put to use.

there was always this spot on your pussy, it made your legs shake, it gets you close to cumming, makes you close your legs from the feeling of soreness, and especially makes your toes curl.

she was hitting that spot. oh gosh, it felt so fucking good. your legs were wrapping around her head, yet she wasn’t stopping at all. she doesn’t plan to.

“oh my god— p, daddy— i’m cumm- oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, daddy.”

the pressure of her tongue was going faster, making your legs shake violently. you exhaled loudly, feeling your release. she looked back up at you.

her nose was glistening with your cum on it. her lips were berry pink, eyes looking like they were in heaven.

you were pussy naked in front of her, legs were spread opened, shaking, your pussy was pink and puffed up.

paige loves this sight.

you swiftly sat up, grabbing her face and smashing your lips on hers. you wrapped your arms around her neck, wanting to be closer to her. you felt her wrap her arms around your legs, carrying you to the bedroom.

“you look like a mess, baby. but we’re not done yet.”

oh.

she held your arms up. using her other hand, she pried your legs open, wasting no time to rub your clit in slow motion. she pushed two fingers in, wasting no time to fuck you.

you were moaning louder by the minute. while she finger fucked you out, she kissed you down your breasts, nibbling on your nipple. she gave you love bites all over your chest, as if it was a blank canvas.

“you can handle three, right baby?”

“yes, daddy.”

she slid another finger in, but this time, she was pushing her fingers in and out of you as if there was no tomorrow.

you were screaming from pleasure at that point, the knot building up inside of you.

“who owns you hm?”

“you.”

“who?”

“you, daddy. you own me. i’m— oh fuck fuck fuck. feels so good, daddy.” you whimper under her.

you were squirming under her, you weren’t sure if you could last longer before you were about to cum again.

regardless, paiges fingers were moving faster by the second. you were moaning under her. your back was arching, your head was thrown back, eyes were meeting heaven.

paige looked at you like you were an angel.

the little scream you let out knew you were going to cum.

you felt the sheets being wet, you see paige looking down at your pussy. you squirted.

paige never looked so proud, her smug smirk displayed on her face. you never felt so embarrassed, you immediately covered your face with your hands.

“it’s alright baby, i’ll clean you up. after all, i am your daddy. right?”

“yes, you’re my daddy p.”

she chuckles and gives you a kiss before heading in to the bathroom to draw you a bath.

[ivysprophecy]

Am I Okay? Chapter One

warnings: i dont think there is any? drinking and cursing? i planned on writing a few drabbles here and there for this series so i figured the sooner i get comfortable with it the better.

word count: 1318

summary: reader heads to the beach after settling into her new home where she runs into a blonde who invites her to her party tonight. why not? cant be too bad... maybe shell meet someone new ;)

[ masterlist ]

from my understanding, being invited to a party by sarah cameron is like being invited by miss amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldi.

who am i to deny the "honor"?

in her defense she seemed so super sweet and down to earth so im sure its just people being dramatic.

honestly i wasnt even sure if i should have come but new home, new me. right?

she'd sent me a message earlier with an address and said to wait by the "hippie van" at eight so thats where i am now.

i hope im not at the wrong address and just loitering by someones van, i really dont wanna be arrested on my second night here. dad would not be pleased.

"Y/N?" i hear a voice call out from behind me, turning around i see a familiar girls blonde locks flowing from the ocean breeze.

thank the lord, i was starting to get worried.

"hey! sorry i wasnt sure if i should text ya that i was here," which wasnt a lie. i dont have to mention my raging anxiety.

"youre totally fine! you look super cute. cmon lets walk down to the beach and ill give you a little debrief so youre not totally unprepared."

"oh youre an angel sent from above," i smile following her down some path.

she starts leading me through the grass and down a small little hill where i can already see the beach in the distance.

"so," she starts "ill introduce you to my group of people that i hang out with but youre obviously allowed to venture out. so the boys are john b, hes my husband-"

"husband?? honey arent you like- 18? 19?"

"19 and happily married," she smiles genuinely, good for her i guess. could never be me though. "then you have jj, hes with my friend jess. pope is with kimmy, kiara and lex are together too. and then theres my brother rafe."

im guessing she can see my eyes blown wide because she lets out a chuckle. theres so much information to obtain i wanna go home.

"should i be writin this down?"

she laughs again but im being so genuinely serious, is it not obvious?

"i think youll get the hang of it once you actually see everyone since theyre all kinda grouped together. youll see once you get there," sarah and i finally reach what shes now clarified as 'the boneyard'? im not really sure why its called that but oh well.

after passing through a few partygoers we reach a small huddle of people who i assume are her friends by their excitement.

an absolutely stunning girl with the cutest braids comes over gushin at sarah telling her how cute she looks, and she isnt wrong.

"oh my goodness where are my manners, hi! im kimmy-" she turns to me rolling her eyes at herself, i assume at least. i hope it wasnt at me, in my defense i havent done anything.

"no youre fine sugar, im y/n- its real nice to meet yall," i smile hoping my voice isnt shaking.

have i mentioned im nervous?

"youve got the accent too! i could listen to you talk all day long- its nice to meet you too, pope cmere!" she turns around waving who i assume is her boyfriend who follows her motion heading over to us. "babe this is that girl sarah mentioned eariler, y/n, this is pope my boyfriend."

"i gathered that much," i chuckle, "its nice meetin you too. is there a place i can grab a drink quick? im a little too sober for all of this."

thankfully they all laugh, maybe i dont have too much to worry about. they all seem so nice im probably overthinking all of this.

"yea! sorry-," sarah looks over popes shoulder shouting, "jj! get your ass off the cooler and toss me a drink! what do you like weve got high noons, twisted teas, those blue smirnoff drinks, coors light... i think thats it," she turns back to me asking sweetly.

"beers fine. easy start," i laugh at her change in demeanor when she addresses me.

"beer please!" she yells back at jj who tosses it over.

he shouting back urging our group back over that way. "whos your friend?" a blonde next to jj whips her head around before smiling and waving at me.

"jj thats y/n- i already told you. she just moved here from texas? sarah met her earlier? do you listen to nothing i say ever??"

"mama i do listen but you say a lot of things. its hard to keep up with you."

"youre such a dick."

i head bobs back and forth between the twos bickering. "sorry do i know you?"

"no- sorry this is a bit awkward. im jess, im sorry im a bit of an internet stalker. wanted to see who you were when sarah mentioned you."

"no its okay," i chuckle, all these people are so sweet. "my best friends like that. im used to it."

"oh my god your accent is everything- i love it. also have you seen the hunger games triology?"

jj sighs and rolls his eyes at his girlfriends inquiry, "babe you cant just ask that out of no where."

"absolutely, hasnt everyone?" i respond naturally. of course ive seen one of the most successful series ever?

"ah ha! shut the fuck up jj-"

"yes maam," he chuckles handing her her drink back with a smile.

"so i see youve met kim and their boyfriend- this is jj as im sure youve heard. sarahs for sure filled you in on john b whos getting more ice... all thats left is kie and lex! i think theyre dancing right now though-"

jess goes on covering her bases thinking of who i have left to meet.

"they?" i turn to kimmy with an apologetic look on my face, "oh sugar im sorry i didnt know you were non binary you shoulda said something. i didnt mean to be rude."

"no you werent rude at all i didnt mention it."

"well im glad i know for future reference," i smile at them still feeling a little bad, thinking back to see if i accidentally misgendered them but honestly so much has gone on in the last ten minutes i cant recall.

"oh she hasnt met rafe," jj mentions nudging jess' shoulder. "hes talking to some old buddies over there though."

sarah rolls her eyes at her brother yelling over to him, "rafe! cmere!"

he turns at the sound of his sisters voice before brushing her off, clearly busy talking to someone.

"its really fine im sure ill meet him eventually."

"no hes just an ass sometimes- rafe!" she yells again and he finally turns around shrugging at her a little annoyed.

and holy shit is he a gorgeous specimen of a man.

thats probably not a good thing for me to think first time im meeting him but i cant help it. that man is hot as hell.

sarah points at me, trying to voice that she wants him to meet me as i stand there awkwardly, trying not to smile like an idiot. he gives me one of those frat guy nods with a cute lil smile and i have to admit it brings a blush to my cheeks.

bar is on the floor so in all fairness i cant help it.

"seems like hes too busy to even come over here. im sure hell make his way over eventually.

"its fine sarah," i open my beer finally taking a refreshing sip. "im just happy to be here. lets get this party started!"

to that the group hoots and hollers. im starting to feel more comfortable by the minute with them.

but all night it feels like there are eyes on me constantly.

i just didnt know they were rafes.

[theworldsgreatestgambler]

READ BEFORE ASK/RP!

Heya! This blog is based on the Roblox game Forsaken, specifically the character Chance.

OPEN YOUR EYES 🪽 EVENT GUIDE

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW

This blog is run by a minor, no NSFW.

i also run @v01dst4rs & @fortunesofthedamned

This is a roleplay-type blog. Story driven. The AU im currently roleplaying is very centered on Chance specifically

I may respond in drawn pictures, it depends how im feeling!

I am not affiliated with the Forsaken team!!

If you ever want to chat my DMS are open! Im always happy to talk! I have a disc as well!

Q: Will there be more characters? A: maybe! In the far future perhaps....

Q: Can we use our own characters/ocs to ask? A: Absolutely!! Anyone can send an ask.

Q: Where can we get caught up with the story? A: I'll keep all the important events under the cut!

Q: can we rp characters from different media? A: yup! Any media relating to roblox!

WHAT YOU CAN & CAN'T DO

Absolutely NO NSFW // I dont do ships, sorry!!

Asking anonymously, in character, in rp, just a regular ask is all a-ok!! // feel free to suggest your headcannons or rp characters from other media as long as its roblox based!

Roleplaying lore // ABSOLUTELY GO FOR IT ask blog lore rps are the best

About Chance, my AU, lore, and tags under cut

ABOUT CHANCE

Pronouns : he/they

Personality: confident, positive, a bit cocky at times

Extra : he has a bunny named Spade!

Actions will look like this - [*He lifts his head, taken off guard by the sudden entry*]

Speech will look like this - "Well, hello! How can I help ya? That's quite the entrance."

ABOUT MY AU

This AU is centered on specifically Chance, he doesn't want to believe the reality of things, and often tends to try to hide from it in his imagination.

They pretend. Thats how they're so good at keeping a poker face.

The Spectre despises his ability to keep calm, and wants to break him down slowly.

Whats happening now? : #Hey! Hey Chance! / #act 1 / #the pawn

PERSONAL HEADCANNONS

Chance's glasses move with his emotions, I cant explain why I just feel like that gives him a more cartoony feel

Dyed hair tips, just feels like him.

Piercings!

Chance would rather die than let someone else get hurt in his place.

His luck has very comedic timing.

WHAT WE'VE DONE

ONGOING: EVENT ACT 1, #the pawn / #hey! hey chance! / #act 1

After Chance woke up, the spectre began to speak to him.. Ettore -> @/m4fios0 stopped by to check on him, and they informed him about the nagging voice as it only grew louder. . .

Ettore turned to leave, but before he did he heard it too. The two camped out in Chance's cabin. but by then... It was too late. Stalemate

It called to them, Chance followed its voice, entranced. It lead him into the woods and took him as its prey. What happened to you Chance?

INT TAGS

#Chance and John Doe / luckycode - The king of corruption interacts?? Wow im honored

#pokerpizza - Elliot interacts! His best friend :)

#playtime with sarah - his daughter interacts!

#fleshcoin - fleshcousin interacts!

#pokerdebt - Mafioso interacts!

OTHER

#Pokerface - ooc

#Lucky7 - in character

#Fullhouse - lore

#Badbeat - noncannon/ignore this (doesn't apply to actual lore)

#Jackpot - cannon (applies to actual lore)

chances opinions!

John Doe: He desperately wants to learn more about him.

Builderman: Cautious, but looks up to him

Elliot : His best friend, he gets very defensive about him.

Sarah 👁🫀👁 : Adoptive daughter

Mafioso: His closest friend.

Ty for the dividers - ♠,♦

[dorims]

I like the way you make me feel (about you, baby).

gif creds @/cassandrahoward

pairing. roman roy x reader

wc. ~700

genre. fluff

just a morning before work with roman roy

tags. NO beta, english isn't my first language // established relationship, roman's low self-esteem makes a very subtle appearance, suggestive (one line), mentions of roman's slutty waist (literally)

a/n. i love him your honor, thats it. i was also gonna add that for some reason i seem to be keen of writing intimate scenes inside bathrooms but that come outs...weirder than it is lol ANYWAY i hope u enjoy !!

“I have a what?”

You could see the furrow of his brows through the mirror. It made you bite back a giggle, hiding the cheeky smile on your lips behind his shoulder.

“A slutty waist.” you mumbled against his work shirt, pulling him tighter against you. It was impossible not to interrupt his morning routine when he wore those shirts and those pants and when he looked way too good for your own good. Which, to be fair, was more often than not. Regardless, there was something about him in the mornings, when his tie laid over his shoulders unknotted and his hair fell over his forehead free of gel. 

“Uh…thanks?” He looked baffled while making eye contact, and you only broke it when he shook his head, your eyes teetering upwards to see his profile. “Between the two of us, I always thought you were the slut but oh well-“

“That's not how it works!” You laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly. He pulled your arms tighter around him gently, missing the pressure around his body when you stepped backwards. 

It felt good for you too. Feeling the warmth of him after fighting your way out under the comforter made up for being woken up at 6 in the morning by his alarm. 

“Well,” interrupting himself as his fingers fought the silk of his tie into a knot. “I don’t want to be the only one that's getting slut-shamed.”

“I didn’t call you a slut, I called your waist slutty.” 

“Oh, so you’re slut-shaming my waist, same difference.” He scoffed, basking in the way you rolled your eyes as you turned his body to face you. 

He wanted to complain as your arms snaked away from his waist but held back once he felt your fingers pick up both ends of his tie. At this point, he wasn’t sure if it was some sort of weaponized incompetence or actual incompetence that didn’t allow him to tie it properly by himself. A mix of both, probably, but you always did it better than him. 

Plus, if he had to access some weird part of his brain, then he’d have to admit he quite liked it when you let it get tighter than usual before loosening it up.

“You say that as if you’ve never slut-shamed me.” You joked, pretending not to notice how he shivered when your fingers grazed his neck as you flipped the collar. 

“I don't slut-shame you, I slut-praise you.” Smirking as if trying to hide the effect you had on him, he quipped back. His attempt fell flat though. He swallowed down hard when you finished the loop of the tie with a gentle yet firm tug before smoothing it out.

“In that case, I’m praising your slutty waist too.” You let your hands trail down his chest until your grip rested on his hips. Gentle as always, your touch felt all too warm. The mushiness of being tired, you supposed. He thought so too as you pulled him closer, “And I’ll keep doing so because I think you’re,” and placed a gentle kiss against his and then hovering, intertwining each word with another. “beautiful and hot and gorgeous and breathtakingly stunning—“

“Oh fuck off, get out of here.” He broke into a bashful smile, cheeks tinted pink as you punctuated your affection with a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You sighed, pushing yourself off him to let him get ready, though not before lingering against the door frame. “I’m gonna make coffee, you want some?”

He chuckled, “You know we have people to do that, right?”

“I know,” you shrugged, “but I enjoy making some for you.”

You didn’t need verbal confirmation from him. Knowing the answer had grown into a pleasant habit, the same way picking the coffee he liked and using the same brand of low-fat milk had. 

You closed the door with a lovesickness unlike any dripping from a smile of your own. And if he had to access an even darker, twisted and weirder part of his brain, as he had done before, he would struggle to admit that the way you cared made him feel awfully warm, like hinting to the despair that gnawed at the back of his head that he wasn’t as unlovable as he thought. 

[knnichs]

ㅤruler of my heartㅤ a furina x reader fake dating au

t. not proofread, possibly ooc furina, set on a semi-modern fontaine, furina is NOT the archon, scara being a hater, wc. 3.3k

taglist. @aellesira @radiantdanvers @readerzz @randompassersby @romyoia @angeliteeyes -> ENTER THE TAGLIST HERE

series masterpost header art credits

author notes at the end!

ii. smooth sailing

It’s been three days since you’ve signed the contract with your director and your coworker. Three days where you had second guessed every decision leading up to now. It seems like your director was right about this whole stunt after all, everyone's attention was on the film and the two of you now. It’s unsettling to feel like the entire world has eyes on you, but there was a feeling in you that prided in the fact you’ve made it this far, you only had to worry about your co-worker playing the part.

In all truthfulness, though, Furina was not a bad actor–far from it, actually. WIth a seemingly snap of a finger, she was able to completely shift her personality to another, as if it was lightwork. You’ve admired her talent for as long as you could remember–but it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue, knowing that despite all your hard work, it was truly nothing compared to someone with a natural ability.

She had texted you not long ago. Yesterday, 6 pm, and now, 3 pm, reminding you to dress up for this pretend-first-date she had taken the honor to set up.

And now there you were, standing awkward infront of some cafe with a name too confusing to pronounce, it seemed to be popular with how many people were sitting in it. Warm golden lights seeped through hand-painted windows–this was the type of place you’d see when looking for stock images of cafes. 

An intense smell of roasted coffee beans would greet you once you even step one foot inside, and you quickly look for your date so you wouldn’t seem like an idiot standing by the entrance. 

Furina was already posing dramatically for nonexistent cameras, legs crossed while elegantly sitting on the chair. 

“Well?” She said, mocking impatience. “Are you going to sit down or what?”

You could only roll your eyes at her, pulling the chair back and settling in the booth seat.

 It didn’t take too long before some people started staring at the two of you–hushed whispers as they brought out their phones to take pictures. Why is THE Furina out on a date?

The silence was deafening. It didn’t even seem like you two were on a date, it was awkward, every time you tried to speak you’d hesitate and your hands would start to shake. You’re used to having a spotlight on you on set, never in public. This was your first time getting in a film for the festival and you didn’t even know it would get this big. 

Not for the all-talented Furina, though. Apparently not. Because she just had to clear her throat, cross her arms, before beginning to fit into the role given to her immediately. 

“Well… I’m getting a slice of lemon chiffon cake! It’s the most photogenic–it’ll look good on my feed, exactly matching the look of this place. Oh, and it’s tasty too. Naturally, it’s cake!”

You raise an eyebrow at her comment, “Did you just pick the place based on aesthetics?”

“Obviously. If we’re gonna be seen, we must be seen in the best light possible. It’s gonna be horrible if we’re unflattering, might as well play the part till the end, yes?”

“Thats…” 

Oh, it was certainly something. Not once in your lifetime would you think you’d ever see Furina actually take this whole thing seriously. Maybe it’s because she’s effortlessly flawless–ever since you’ve started your acting career, you felt as if you had to play as someone perfect all the time, even if there were no cameras and flashes filling your entire vision. Even if you were in the privacy of your apartment. It was ridiculous enough that you couldn’t help but laugh–that small interaction was enough to ease the tension you were feeling.

You had called over a waitress and finished placing your orders. You two sat opposite of each other, the table was small enough that your knees almost bumped. All while waiting for your food to arrive, Furina insisted on taking several pictures. She pulls out her phone, angling it just so to capture a candid-looking selfie, head tilted, a small smile curving her lips.

“You should lean in,” She whispered without looking up at you at all. “It’ll look absolutely adorable.”

And so you did, not without hesitating for half a second, forcing a pitiful smile. The phone clicked, Furina stared at the photo critically, then hummed in satisfaction.

“Perfect!” She declared, “Authenticity achieved. You’re a natural at this.”

The photoshoot didn’t end there, unfortunately. You were forced to take a few photos of her, and she took three of you. You questioned her, why do we need to be taking photos of each other? 

All she did was give you a giggle and reply with, “it’s for documentation purposes, you wouldn’t get it.”

For a few moments, you two sat in the busyness of the cafe, sun pooling in puddles on the floor–it reached her, almost like a halo clinging to the edges of her figure, the murmur of other conversations hushing yours, almost as if what you two were sharing was a private moment when in reality, it was far from it.

Furina rested her chin on her hand, studying you with bright, questioning eyes. It wasn’t the look of her usual self, scheming and plotting something that could potentially bring all attention to the two of you. It was… curiosity. As if she was almost interested in you, a genuine way that made you feel a little uneasy.

“You’re stiff,” She said bluntly.

You blink, a little taken aback by the sudden insult. “I’m trying to be normal.”

“That’s the problem! You’re trying, you must be effortless, natural!”

“I don’t think being effortless is a skill you can just summon on command.” You shook your head, crossing your arms and giving her a look.

Furina giggled, not the usual theatrical act, but a smaller, real laugh that caught you off guard. And before you could reply–your orders had already arrived. Two delicate plates painted to perfection, almost as if carved with actual gold with the amount of skill poured into it. Both slices of cake looked too pretty to eat, it almost made you feel guilty if you ruined it.

Furina wasted no time, however, snapping a quick picture before using a fork and diving into the lemon chiffon, sighing dramatically. “Absolute heaven,” She leaned across the table, taking another forkful of the cake and putting it right infront of you. “You must try.”

“What?”

“Try it!” She waves the fork, “Open up, come on, it’s just a bite.”

This is how rumors start, a few stolen photos, exchanged words from fan to fan–there was that feeling in you that this was wrong, you forget that you were simply on a pretend date. 

Odd. It’s almost as if you’ve completely forgotten you actually had the contract for a second.

“I suppose a single bite won't hurt anyone.”

It was light and sweet. The perfect balance of sweetness and sourness–vanilla and the taste of lemon clashed, but in a pleasing way. Furina grinned at your reaction.

“See?” She nudges you, “You can be charming when you try.”

You wipe your mouth with a clean napkin, “Stop being all smug—And yes, I am quite charming.”

“Ugh, whatever.” 

Sure, people were giving weird looks, but that was the point in the end. To gather enough attention for the film, be it scandal or not. Your moment with Furina put your guard down, you hadn’t noticed that people were already snapping pictures of the two of you. Phones peeking over a booth across the room, or barely-hidden glances by two teenagers whispering. It didn’t take long until blurry photos surfaced online.

Mission success, you think to yourself.

The sun was nearly set by the time you two went out of the cafe, the sky shifting to a soft, glowing purple and yellow. Streets were spilled with the light from the lamps, the air cold and thin. 

“I think this first date went well,” You say, not particularly to anyone, but Furina seems to notice. 

She hummed in agreement, letting herself breathe in the fresh air after being stuck in the cafe for so long. “Two days from now again, then? I got tickets to an aquarium showcase nearby.”

“Sure.” 

Maybe it was going well, maybe not. But for the first time, it didn’t feel like you two were pretending at all. There comes the price of being a great actor, you suppose. You’re not quite sure what's real or fake when you’re around someone as great as Furina–she could just be pretending, much like you, but what if it was real all along? 

What if. 

But there's no need to bother yourself with such distracting thoughts. There are things you need to focus on–the film, more pretend dates, you need to keep your act up at least until the festival. That is roughly… Two weeks from now.

Two weeks, you’re sure you can handle that atleast.

The wind tugged lightly at your leather coat as you leaned against the railing, just by the entrance of the aquarium Furina suggested you two go to. It was across the plaza, the glass making it seem as if it was glinting in the late afternoon sun. A large banner saying “DATE NIGHT: 50% OFF!” flapped noisily above you.

No wonder Furina got those tickets.

Speak of the devil. She was running towards  you, huffing, pure disappointment on her face–clearly unimpressed by her unprofessionalism. She had shown up fifteen minutes late–though she begs to differ, saying she was fashionably late, immediately launching to a dramatic retelling of how her hair refused to cooperate and how her original outfit suddenly disappeared into the comfort of her own mattress. 

She leaned beside you with arms crossed, chin tilted up like she was trying to intimidate the building. “Alright, we need a game plan.”

“For an… aquarium?”

“For our date,” She said, gesturing air quotes. “We can’t just walk in there like clueless idiots. There has to be moments, photo worthy angles, do you get what I mean?”

You shook your head once more, “No, not really. Did you want to storyboard this? Is that why you were late?”

“Just…! No–No I didn’t storyboard.” She huffed as if she was anything less than offended by what you said. “I’m improvising, like a true actress. But even improv needs structure.” 

Furina took out her phone and flipped the camera, her palm reaching to bounce her curls to fix them or something. “You’ll be on my left,” She added absentmindedly. “That’s your better side.”

“Excuse me? Are you saying I’m ugly on the other side?”

“Precisely.”

“Rude.”

“That I am not! Just telling the truth. Are we going to get in or not?” 

There was a flicker of something behind her eyes–a kind of nervous excitement she wasn’t quite able to hide behind the dramatics. She was trying, in her own way, atleast. Maybe not just for the cameras. 

You let a beat of silence pass before speaking up, “You know, we could just… Have fun. Be normal. See some fish?”

Yet she still looked at you like you’ve suggested committing treason. “Did you forget we’re doing this for PR?”

“It’s easier to fake a relationship when you don’t plan every interaction like it’s a play. Trust me, go along with it.”

Her mouth opened, ready to go talk back–but then, surprisingly, she quieted down. “Fine,” Finally slipping her phone into her bag. “Let’s do it your way.”

You offered your arm, “Shall we, your majesty?

She stared at your outstretched elbow, deadpan, scoffing when she pushed you slightly. “Never. Say that again.”

The inside of the aquarium was a hush of blue tinted light and soft murmurs, the soft whirring of the machine that clears the inside of the tanks. It smelled faintly of saltwater, obviously, you two were at an aquarium. The light would flicker from time to time-mostly due to the huge fish blocking it above you. You passed under an archway, casting rippling shadows over your face as if the building itself had sunk to the ocean floor.

The deeper you went in the showcase, the dimmer it got. The tank glowed at that point–schools of silver fish, a sea turtle drifting from time to time, its shadow vast against the wall. Furina’s earlier dramatic theatrics died down. She was uncharacteristically quiet, simply because of the awe present in her expression. She stopped posing for invisible cameras. You stopped watching for them.

There was a large viewing tunnel that dipped beneath the shark tank, Furina walked a little ahead of you, a bounce in her step you couldn’t ignore no matter how hard you tried. She looked up to follow the path of a hammerhead gliding overhead.

“Think they can see us?” She asked, whispering, she might've seen the signs to keep quiet.

“Maybe. What, you scared?”

“Ha! Far from it!” 

“Shh, not so loud.” 

A gentle lull settled between you, the sort of silence that wasn’t exactly awkward. It was comfortable. You two went from one tank to the next, the sound of muffled waves overtaking the sound of your own breathing. It was comfortably silent in the aquarium. 

Then, you found a reef tank.

It was massive–floor to ceiling, golden light that mimicked sunbeams through real water. Bright corals, you could’ve sworn there were some clownfish peeking out, sea anemones swayed with grace by the currents. The two of you stood in front of it, closer now without realizing at all, if it weren't feeling your hands brushing across her knuckles–you wouldn’t even think about getting too close to her.

She didn’t seem to mind, though. You were the one who stepped away, she was all too in awe of the fish. Seems like she was more interested in it than you, after all. You need to remind yourself that your relationship is fake, a PR stunt that your director thought of. Might as well make this trip worthwhile, so you try to speak up.

“Look,” You murmured, pointing to a tiny, almost transparent shrimp hidden behind two corals. “It’s a little shrimp. You can barely see it.”

You turned to Furina, trying to see if you caught her attention with that. Her gaze wasn’t on the tank.

It was at you. 

She looked at you with reason. It wasn’t a blank or distracted gaze, her eyes followed your every movement, the way you blinked, maybe the slow rise of your chest, or the way the light hit your face. Her eyes were wide, unguarded, you could almost see inside her very soul. You caught it just long enough to recognize it before she had blinked, panicked, and snapped her attention back to the tank. 

“What is it?” You asked, carefully.

Furina cleared her throat sharply, almost as if she were the one sulking. “Nothing. You had something on your face, that's all.” She gestured vaguely towards your cheek, fingers fluttering like an afterthought. Not once did she glance your way . “Lint. Crumbs. I don't know.”

You wiped your face, skeptical of her reason. “Really?”

She turned to look at you quickly, nodding too fast to be normal. “Yeah–yeah, it’s gone now.”

The fishes continued to swim in front of you, there was even a turtle waving by your peripheral, but you paid no mind. You chose to look at her for a moment longer, not saying anything. She didn’t try to meet your eyes again, instead, she fiddled with a loose thread on her sleeve. A ghost of a smile present on her lips.

“I see,” You say finally.

There was no lint, or crumb. But you didn’t push the topic further.

Instead you turned back to the tank, letting the silence guide the two of you again–but this time, it felt like it changed, there were unspoken words that none of you decided to say. Like something had shifted, and not a single one tried to think about what to do about it.

“Tell me something,” Furina said suddenly, her voice quiet.

You tilt your head, looking at her once more–she still hasn’t gathered the courage to stare back. “What kind of something?”

“Anything. About you–not something in your ‘press kit.’”

You paused, a little surprised by the question. “I used to sneak out of school to sit by the riverbank. Just to listen to the water. Pretend I was anywhere else.”

“That’s so lonely. Were you a loser back then?” Furina smiled, she tried to play off her question in order not to raise suspicions.

“It was peaceful. I didn’t mind.”

She regretted her previous comment, choosing to stay silent before talking. 

“I used to lie about being afraid of the dark so someone could stay with me. A–as a kid, of course, but that wasn’t because I was scared, I just didn’t want to be alone. Neuvillette, my friend, would often accompany me.”

“That’s not lonely?” You asked gently. This was when you realized exactly that you really didn’t know the first thing about your co-actor, behind the staged expressions, there really was something human behind it all. Even though you yourself were an actor, you couldn’t believe that someone like Furina… You shook your head before the thought continued.

She shrugged, “It’s different when you choose to do it.”

“Fair enough. You know, I used to get in trouble for sneaking out. My teachers would always message my parents, "I'd get quite an earful at home.”

She laughs softly, genuine. “Yeah?”

You hum, “Yeah. There was this one time I–”

A soft buzz lit up both your phones at the same time. Simultaneous vibrations, the pings suddenly multiplying like crazy. So, you both reached for your pockets.

There it was, a new tweet from your director’s official account.

Furina grumbled, a noise coming from the back of her throat. “She did not.”

“Oh, she did,” You say, showing her your phone screen.

“Ugh,” She groaned, rolling her head. “She’s going to start printing hoodies next. I just knew this was gonna happen–I should’ve never agreed!”

But her tone wasn’t exactly annoyed. She was already typing something back, a long message to your director and to the tweet. You watched her, not just her practiced scowl, but the little smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

As if the idea of more time together wasn’t quite the worst thing in the world.

Maybe it wasn’t.

You two stepped outside of the aquarium after what felt like forever. The air was colder, the night wrapped around you like a blanket. The city streets gleaming with neon signs. You pause by the exit, unsure if the evening has been a success or just an elaborate act you two put up. Still, the soft glow from the signs above makes it feel like a scene from a film–one that you and Furina are just playing out, even if no cameras were there, as cliche as it sounded.

Furina pulls out her phone, a mischievous grin on her lips. “I think it’s time for a photo. We can’t leave this place without the proof.”

“Whatever,” You waved her off.

Though, you still agree. Even if you’re getting used to how natural this whole “date for the PR” thing felt despite it all being fake. Furina walks up to a passerby, flashing a smile that has a certain calculation behind it–practiced, she’s learned how to perform even in these moments.

With a small flash, the photo was taken. The stranger hands the phone back, and Furina looks a little disgusted by the angle.

“This is not good. How exactly am I gonna post this?” 

“You won't die with one bad photo.”

“I–You–Fine! Don’t blame me if we start getting backlash because of this… This.. Poor excuse for a picture.”

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GUYS IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG UM?????? i highkey lost motivation but we ball i was supposed to put gurt in this fic but i couldnt find a proper situation to put him in......... anyway !! yay... downfall is next chapter .. thats where real angst starts ........... the taglist is still open for anyone interested !!!!!!! i am THREE chapters far from finishing this WOOHOOa

[leychin]

MDNI

tw//noncon lmfao

Shigaraki doesn't like you.

thats what he has to tell himself as he pushes your head down further to choke on his cock. He's utterly repulsed by you, thats why his eyes are wound tight as he feels your throat squeezing so deliciously around him.

He hates you actually, but this is the only way you can make yourself useful to him so he doesnt dust you on the spot. You've made your jaw go slack as he ruts into your mouth like a virgin, your nose hits the unruly patch of snow white hair at the base of his cock and he feels no remorse.

He feels nothing when hes spitting hot ropes down your throat, holding your head at the base of his cock so you don't waste a drop. You should be honored that he's letting you take him like this, thats why tears flow so freely from your cheeks. But don't worry! Just because he hates you doesn't mean he's evil, he'll pick you up so youre eye level with him just so he can lick those salty tears up, he loves the sound of you catching your breath. He loves the taste of your tears.

He hates you but he loves to be inside you. He loves when you writhe and fight against him, its a game and you're a weak level boss. After the first phase of fighting against him, your legs will stop kicking him and instead shake in his grasp, and hands that would claw at him are now wrapped around his neck and over his shoulders as you try to pull him in for a kiss, it never happens. He hates you.

Its the only explanation for this unsettling warmth in his chest whenever you're around. Calling him 'Mr.Shigaraki' and 'Sir' like the whore you are, it's like you're asking for it. The league has no place for skimpy little sluts, yet here you are, in your room, begging for him to make you cum.

He's a lot of things, but he wouldn't call himself unnecessarily evil, so he lets you. But that doesn't mean he'll cum too. He still has to abuse your cute little cunny until you pass out. Yeah, its what you deserve.

Shigaraki hates you, but he places sloppy open-mouthed kisses along your neck, your face, your thighs, anywhere but your lips. He opts to let his spit roll into your mouth instead as hes on top of you with a fucked out daze, too pussy drunk to even consider your cries for him to 'stop' or you crying "please 's too much..!" he can't hear you. so shut up. He wouldn't stop anyway.

Though, there's a point where you squeeze him so tight he fucking cries from the tightness and he finally releases, and that causes something deep inside of you to snap. You squirt without warning. Tears racking through your whole body as you whimper and softly sob into your own hands, saying you're sorry, you wont do it again. please dont kill you.

Shigaraki hates you, but he loves your little pussy basically crying out for him. So he's already leaning down to get a taste, and when you say 'Mr. Shigaraki, s-stop!" it falls on deaf ears. Beause if you really wanted him to stop. you'd stop fucking calling him that you dumb little whore.

[luneariann]

DTIYS RESULTS!

Honestly this was super hard to decide 😭😭 I ended up adding more honorable mentions slots and I’m still tempted to add more cuz you all did rly rly amazing! I wanna thank all of you for participating this was a super fun experience, now, with that said...

In first place we have @carrotkicks with their absolutely stunning piece! :)

I fell head over heels for the composition its really really unique and it works wonderfully! Their colors were gorgeous and very well balanced, they rly took the prompt and made it their own and it worked wonders :)!

In second place we have @j11nko with this absolute banger of an art piece!

OOO where do i even start, the lighting i think takes the cake here, completely made it look like they were bathed in gold, made the ambiance of it rly rly stand out, Cins coloring style has a way to make things rly look more vibrant and it showed especially clearly here :)!

In third place we have @afraid-of-the-deep-sea with this piece that had me staring for a solid ten minutes straight

His use of texture and the symbolism was SPECTACULAR are you SEEING THIS IM SICKKK, once again a VERY unique piece that rly took ownership of the prompt, absolutely stunning, the colors were wonderfully vibrant and the whole thing has a way of sticking to you, amazing job

In fourth place we have @maractius with this beautiful piece right here

ARE YOU SEEING THAT USE OF COLORS OUGHH, the coloring and rendering is insanely good, and their expressions are soso strong, literally obsessed w this, the way theres not a single stretch of canvas that isn't occupied in some way without making it look cluttered is rly rly interesting and well done, and the subtle shift in perspective is just the final detail that makes this an insanely good piece

And finally in fifth place we have @candiedfright ! With this absolutely lovely piece

Ouuu this is so pretty 😭😭 the way they arranged the piece gave it a rly strong sense of depth, which in turn makes this piece feel like something ripped straight out of a movie, the way they handled shading only adding to it, SUCH a gorgeous job they did amazing

Now! Onto Honorable Mentions! :)

In honorable mentions we have @tedlebred s stunning piece

Are you seeing that RENDERING OMIFHE obsessed, i love the way they implemented the flower details in their hair and their decision on the change of the setting, turning the prompt into a photograph and making the text into part of that new setting was a super clever choice that rly made their piece stand out :)

We also have @spiderbends with this rly wonderfully soft piece!

The change in pose was so fun and so well done, that coupled with the change in expressions to ones much softer completely changes the vibe of the prompt and turns into something you could almost call playful! Taking the text from something confrontational to something teasing, rly rly lovely job!

Up next we have @seukorei with this lovely piece!

Once again we have a change in pose that works beautifully to change the tone of the prompt, the shading and the colors chosen give this piece an almost melancholic atmosphere that manages to also be incredibly soft, truly wonderful job once again :)

And for our final honorable mention we have @lotus-pear ! With this pretty number

THE POSEE, ouuu you guys r killing me w these pose changes! The new closeness of the two characters gives it a much more intimate vibe, coupled w their expressions it does a lovely job at emitting a sense of trust and comfortability between them thats just rly beautiful to see! Rly love job

Aaaand that abt wraps things up! I wanted to add more honorable mentions but i already added more than i was intending to 💔💔 choosing at all was rly rly hard

I wanna thank everyone once again for participating this was truly a rly nice experience and you guys did an amazing job! :)!!

[thehypnone]

May we get trans Phantom being eaten out for the first time? <3

fuck yeah, sweet virgin trans phantom right away

Newly summoned Phantom was the most adorable clueless little virgin Swiss has ever seen. He hasn't seen that many, he was one of the younger ghouls himself (he smiles and blushes with slight embarrassment when he thinks back to when he was a virgin and how Mountain… changed that), but remembering the ones that got summoned after him? Phantom was the most adorable.

Of course, the multi ghoul had been honored when Phantom chose him to be his first at many things, to show him the ropes. It made their bond thicken impossibly and now they were all but attached at the hip. Still, there were many things yet to be introduced to the young quintessence ghouls and oh, was he curious.

“Swissy, what’s eating out?” he had asked one day, making Swiss choke on his spit just a bit.

“Thats… where– in what context did you hear that, bug?”

“Rain and Dew were… flirting,” he’d explained. “I think. Rain mentioned eating Dew out and I thought it was weird, because why would he eat him?”

“Oh, that's… it’s a sex thing,” the multi ghoul couldn’t help but giggle, then, at the confused expression on Phantom’s face. “It includes… a mouth, so that’s why it’s called that.”

“Where does the mouth go?”

Swiss had sighed, biting his lip to not laugh out loud. He really was too fucking cute. “I can show you.”

“Okay!” Phantom had bounced excitedly, making the multi ghoul snort. With a shake of his head he picked him up and threw over his shoulder, giggling.

Soon enough Phantom was splayed out naked in Swiss’ bed, with the multi ghoul laying on his front between his legs. Ready to devour. “You get it now?”

“I think so…” Phantom swallowed thickly, blushing high on his cheeks. “Are you going to– oh.”

He didn't get a chance to finish before Swiss did exactly what he was wanting to ask about. He leaned in and licked up through Phantom’s folds, flicking his tongue over his clit at the end.

The multi ghoul looked up again, grinning at the hornily confused face of the other. “Good?”

“Y– yeah,” Phantom mumbled.

“That was barely anything, though,” Swiss teased, mouth close enough to his cunt to tickle the quintessence ghoul with his warm breath. “You’ll come for me in a minute, bug. Like a good boy.”

“Fuck,” he moaned at the words alone and threw his head back, not ready at all for the onslaught of sensations. “Please, Swiss.”

“Gotcha, baby.” With that he dived in, closing his lips around Phantom's clit and suckling at it lightly. His hips bucked up, his whole body nearly thrashing on the bed already, held relatively in place only by Swiss’ big hands on his hips.

The multi ghoul smirked against his cunt, focusing on his little dick for a moment before moving down to tease his tongue around his hole. Phantom moaned—high and feminine—as Swiss nudged his nose against his clit and dipped the tip of his tongue into him at the same time, his stubble scratching at sensitive skin all around. It was maddening.

“S– Swiss, I… I think I–” Phantom breathed out at some point (no longer than a minute, as Swiss had predicted), his whole body shuddering with each pass of the multi ghoul’s tongue over and inside him. “Please.”

“Told ya’ that’d be fast,” he mumbled right against him on purpose, adding vibration to make it even better—or worse?—for the young ghoul. Swiss shoved his tongue inside as far as it’d go, curling it inside to the best of his ability and Phantom cried out, body spasming. The multi ghoul held his hips steady as he moaned and shook his way through what was, most likely, the best orgasm of his life.

Swiss pulled back, kissing and rubbing his thighs as he slowly came down—laying limply and panting. “Back with me?”

“Uh-uh,” Phantom hummed. The multi ghoul chuckled and hauled himself up to kiss the other, smiling into his lips. It was quiet for a moment—apart from Phantom’s still heavy breathing—before he broke the silence. “Can we go again?”

[sondheim-girly]

My ranking of all the scenes in the outsiders because I can. To be very clear, I fucking love all of these scenes more than my own life, so this is very much. Just like which scenes am I most brain rotted over, ya know? Also this is specifically the dialogue and less the special affects cuz thats just easier. I fear I yapped too much with this but whatever

Final brothers scene (uhhh what more do I need to say. One of the most heartbreaking and well written scenes ever. the “I love you ponyboy” moment alone puts it at number one)

Break up scene (this is mostly because of how cherry and bob play off of each other differently each night, and because I have it memorized, and it has my favorite line in the show, “eat shit marcia”)

Dally harassment scene (guys I just love Marcia and she’s so iconic in this. “Sonnets are poems!!” is responsible for 99% why its so high up)

Stay gold scene (the guitar in the background. The poem. “Do I look like Julie Andrews?” 10/10 no notes)

Bedroom scene (GUYS its just the way soda cares about ponyboy so much and is asking him about his book and he tries to comfort him, but sodas also deflecting about how much pain he’s in and GAH its so incredible and says so much about soda)

Pre riftr (literally just because its funny. “We should call the feds!” And “out” “where?” “in the world” LITERALLY PERFECTTTT)

Pre rumble (gay people. Thats kinda it tbh.)

Pony jumping (its just so silly and fun but scary and chet and trip get lines so I love it)

Johnny dally scene (the brothers ur honor. He has a Hershey bar!!)

Dally Darry argument (these poor guys. the heartbreaking truth about what dally is saying to Darry about not spending time with them and all that. Aughgsohe)

Pre ggah (we get introduced to the charactersss and they’re all so silly and aiosheur I just love it sm. So many great lines as well- “when I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother id ask you- kid brother” and “you used to keep your hair greased 24/7” and just everything. I love them ur honor.)

Dally church scene (SURVIVE AND MOVE ON)

Pre faft (such an incredible and sweet scene its just very short so I feel like I can’t place it higher, but godddddd I love it so dearly)

Pony Cherry drive in convo (I just love this scene. I kinda want to place it higher just for “im generally an artistic person” and also I quote the stuff about sunsets every time I see one)

Johnny death scene (fightings no good… we could get along without anyone but Johnny… thats what you get for trying to help people you little punk… pony saying “no no no no no no no”…. Its so good. However again its pretty short.)

Pre hopeless war (its very short and sweet and sad. Johnny not being able to feel his legs and pony yelling at cherry for dishing out ‘charity’ gah im unwell)

Bob death scene (its mostly about the visuals of it and theres not much dialogue so sadly its going at the bottom- if we were talking about visuals of it it’d be wayyy higher cuz holy shit its so good. Also shoutout to “you’re not even a person, and you’re never gonna be one either” 

[starrluvs]

summary: bi han thirst because i need him carnally ... so it's just pwp

cw: bi han being a meanie (he calls reader a whore once or twice), dom/sub undertones, piv, afab reader, degradation, dumbification, lowercase intended, minors shoo pls and ty ^^ , i think thats about it!

wc: 551

a/n: this is basically my first post here. so i think whoring out for bi han is a suitable introduction... enjoy <3 ! (also looking for some mutuals on here ^^)

all you were able to do was whine into the mattress as your lover pounded into you from behind. the fierce impact of his thrusts jerked both you and the bed forward, showing a display of his brute strength and causing the headboard to clash against the wall with his rhythm. 

“bi-han..!” his name was the only coherent thing that could roll off your tongue along with a few pleads of telling the cryomancer to slow down, which only resulted in your head being pushed further into the mattress with a strong, cold grip. “you’re in no place to make orders,” bi-han’s violent thrusts come to a halt and you take the opportunity to catch your breath, “you are meant to obey and take what you are given by your grandmaster, is that understood?” you glance back at him as best as you could with his hand still holding your face down. he looked absolutely beautiful…

his hair was out of its usual bun and was now a disheveled mess that fell to his shoulders with strands sticking to his forehead, and the tip of his ears were tinted with a flush of pink. Knowing only you could see your grandmaster like this made you feel like you had truly won in life. “y-yes, grandmaster…” to no surprise, your obedience caused him to let out a satisfied groan. 

without any more wasted time, bi-han places both of his rough, frosted hands on your hips once again– hard. –and you were sure you were going to see bruises on your skin the next morning that were left on all the places he touched you.

that violent force of his thrusts had returned, except this time he pressed his bigger frame against your back, moving close enough to hover his lips right above your ear. “being used like this…” his breath was cold against your heated skin, letting out occasional groans, “...it’s a privilege to serve and submit to the lin kuei’s grandmaster. isn’t that right, my love?” hearing all the sounds he made along with his deep voice has your mind spinning and unable to concentrate. Perhaps you were truly drunk on his cock– which is something you were used to during your time with bi-han.

as hard as you tried, you couldn't muster a proper response out of your mouth, which was currently hung open with your tongue lolled out, making bi-han scoff. “such a pathetic mess beneath me. are you going to answer my question..?” he licked the lobe of your ear and bit it lightly, “..or do i have to put you in your place?” a shiver runs up your spine… but you couldnt tell if it was due to his threat, or from the close contact he’s been keeping with you. You were able to feel bi-han sharpen his thrusts on purpose, making you squeal out louder than before. “i’m.. honored to serve you, grandmaster,” the words trembled as they left your mouth. but hey, it was the effort that mattered.

you hear bi-han chuckle and hum in what sounds like approval.

 “so my little whore can speak, hm?” for some reason you couldn't exactly read his tone…

“perhaps i may have to go a bit harder, then.”

well shit… Your body was going to hate you the next morning.