#i'll have to restart it in a second...

[smile-files]

i almost forgot it's purim tonight!!

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

I was today years old when I found out the way to win Flock Frenzy is to not play it. I'm not kidding

(not my video btw, but it did set me free from my flock frenzy torment, so I am very grateful to this person and I definitely recommend watching it if u also hate this minigame)

[pseudowho]

Link to Furry Little Problem (where you, Nanami Kento's wife, are turned into a cat for a week) here!

And, a link to @yuutaguro's exquisite art for Part One

It had been almost a week since you had turned back into a human, and Kento had seen most traces of the four-paws-and-sharp-claws Cat You, bleed away.

Most, at least; what concerned Kento, was that you weren't completely normal. He could overlook the way you would turn, and turn, and turn on the spot before settling onto the sofa. He could forgive the way you would spin on a pinhead, phantom ears pricked and still as the grave, at every little noise past the front door.

Kento drew the line, however, when you shot up from the dining table mid dinner conversation, to run headfirst into the patio doors with a thud. The sparrow that had landed just outside twittered, and flew away, as you sat, dazed. Kento buried his face in his hands.

"I'm sure it's not that bad, Nanami," Shoko had tutted, inviting you both into her office. "I'm sure it will just...just take, uh..."

You had been forced to pause at the door, to bat and chew at the loping leaves of her little pot plant. As Kento, ever patient and gentle, guided you with whispered reassurances away from the pot plant, and to the sofa, Shoko's clipboard drooped.

You dug your nails into the couch for a few seconds, pricking it all over, before sitting down in your seat with a satisfied little wiggle, and a smile.

Shoko's eyes flicked from you, to Kento, to you, and began, awkward.

"Let's...get a baseline, shall we? See how much of the cat still remains." Shoko reached behind her, rustling in a bag, before placing something long and green on the table before you. "I have a cucumb--"

You shot into the air like you were on springs, landing with a crash behind Shoko's sofa. The room was silent. Shoko's cigarette idly smoked in her ashtray. Kento buried his fingers into his hair, his elbows on his knees.

"Tell me...uh...tell me some of your experiences from the Cat Week, please, Nyanyami--"

Kento glared at Shoko.

The top of your head rose slowly up from behind the sofa, staring at the cucumber with an unhealthy amount of suspicion.

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"Stop that," Kento snapped at you, pausing the movie. You, toe-beaned and glossy and sweet, tilted your furry little head sideways. Kento could almost see the question mark over your head as you stared at him, unblinking and eerie.

The room was dark, save for the little lamp in the corner. The movie sat, inanimate. Kento felt a prickle up his spine; the shadows were thrown long and the room felt many-eyed and still. Kento stared you down. You stared Kento down. Kento narrowed his eyes. You tilted your head to the other side. A clock ticked.

"Meow," you said.

"I mean it," rumbled Kento, stern, "stop it."

You blinked, and chirped, and turned back to the movie. Kento breathed out a shaky sigh, and restarted it.

Five minutes later, Kento dropped the remote with a clatter, cursing.

"Stop staring behind me-- there's nothing behind me-- that's it, we're going to bed--"

Your unwavering gaze into the gloom behind Kento, was interrupted by him picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. You chirped in protest.

"Mew-- meooooow--"

"I warned you, stop being creepy. It's bedtime for you, madam."

"Meow."

"Yes, I'll rub your tummy, just stop doing the thing--"

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"I'm recommending Ino for the initiative. I think it would be good experience for him, in his plan to progress to--to...darling, please--"

Kento's face on the computer screen was obscured first by furry little face, then a body that dragged hair across his chest, and finally a jaunty little tail, raised and flicking. The other Zoom call participants were silent as Kento lowered you to the floor, where you fizzled up at him in tiny irritation.

"I apologise," Kento sighed to awkward silence, "just my wife--"

Clatter-- clatter-- clack.

The screen flickered. The Zoom call expanded, and shrunk, and expanded, and shrunk, and finally ended. Kento leaned back in his chair, watching you settle on his keyboard. You batted at the mouse, until it landed with a sad little clatter onto the office floor.

You looked at Kento, all pink nose and innocence. Kento's eyes narrowed. He looked into your eyes, looking past the cat to the you within.

"...you know exactly what you're doing, don't you, you absolute terror--"

"Meow," you replied, rolling onto your back to keyboard clatter, and showing him your belly.

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"Meow--"

"--no, you listen to me-- you did that on purpose--"

"Mew--meow, mrrrrow--"

"--don't give me that, you always hated that tie-- awfully convenient--"

"Mew, mew, meow--"

The neighbour watched, slack-jawed and confused, as his neighbour argued with a cat over a brandished, shredded red tie.

What was stranger, was when the cat seemed to argue back. The neighbour's little pot plant overflowed, the watering can slack in his hand.

"--we shall have words when I'm home," Nanami clipped, handing the tie back to you with a glare. You took it in your teeth, imperious as you turned your furry little back to him.

And so began the rumour amongst the neighbours, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

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"Meow."

You bopped your head against Kento's shin. Gojo watched the vein throb in his temple.

"Meow."

You bopped your head onto Kento again, brushing up against his legs, and brushing, and brushing, and bopping your head. Kento ignored you, utterly steadfast. Gojo gulped.

"Ah, Nanami, I...I think she's hungry--"

"--she is not hungry, she's only just eaten breakfast--"

"Meow," you said. You dragged a plate to your usual spot at the dinner table with your teeth. You nosed a knife and fork into place next to it. You sat by it, staring at Kento. A few seconds passed. You pressed your paw to the middle of the plate, more insistent now, ticked off. "Meow."

Gojo felt a bead of sweat drop down his soul.

Kento spoke, uncharacteristically mild.

"You know, this is one part of her that's really not all that different to when she's human."

"Meow--"

"--yes, I'll get you a snack, give me a minute--"

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"Yo, Nanamin! A package arrived for you."

"Ahh, Yuuji. Good. Bring it to the staffroom, please."

A rip. A rustle. You, circling round Kento as he rummaged in a box. Your tail twitched, and flicked, excited, excited, excited--

Boff.

A big, glass fishbowl was placed onto the staffroom table. Thrilled, you sprung up, and promptly poured yourself into the bowl, your form melting to fill the space perfectly. Your head peeped out of the top of the bowl. You purred.

Kento looked delighted. Yuuji tried not to laugh.

"How, er...how much was that fishbowl, Nanamin?"

"It doesn't matter how much it cost. She likes it, don't you? Yes, you do. Yes you do."

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"Ex-excuse me, uhm...would you mind not hanging around outside the womens' bathrooms? We're starting to feel, uhm...uncomfortable."

Kento raised his eyebrows. He pushed his glasses up his nose. He bowed.

"I apologise. I assure you, I'm waiting for my wife--"

A toilet flushed behind closed doors. A scritch-scratch-scritch-scratch at the handle. The door edged open.

"Ah, there she is-- my apologies-- good afternoon--"

A cat ran out with toilet paper stuck to its back foot. Kento followed.

A small crowd of women turned to watch them leave, utterly perplexed.

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Kento arrived home with a sigh. The day had been long. His shoulders ached, heavy with the burden of work and worry, missing his wife, and he walked through the corridor, calling for you and--

"My lov-- Jesus Christ!"

You leapt out from the staircase, all four paws out in a clawed jazz-hands of death, and yowled at Kento, before skittering away.

Kento leant back against the wall, holding his chest, his glasses askew. He sounded so desperately weary, when he spoke.

"...please stop jumping out at me, you are ageing me--"

From somewhere deep inside the house, "Meow."

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Kento couldn't remember the last time he ran around his garden like this. But he did, running, panting, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie abandoned in the flowerbeds and a quirked little half-smile on his face.

He hid behind a forget-me-not blue Hydrangea, trying to silence his breaths, listening, and listening, and--

"Meow!"

Kento laughed, deep and husky, as you shot through the bushes, finding him in seconds. He burst out, running across the garden, and feeling you catch up fast, and jump onto his back, and--

Kento grabbed you, his hands huge and warm and gentle. He fell onto his back on the grass, holding you aloft, where you gazed down at him with as much love as a cat could gaze at a human. Except you weren't a cat, were you?

The sun shone your fur into effervescence. Kento sighed, suspending you in one hand and stroking your cheeks and whiskers with the other.

"This is...nice," he whispered. "Fun. We should...we should do this again. When you're back."

You dropped down onto his chest. You nuzzled your nose against his, over, and over, and over, your two front paws clutching his cheeks with joy.

Kento accepted your feline kisses with a faint sting of tears in his nose.

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"Perhaps there's something about her that always connected on a spiritual level with cats?"

Kento glared at Shoko. "Are you suggesting my wife is more feline than human?"

Shoko smirked. She looked over to you, curled up on the sofa, fast asleep, with Kento's tan suit jacket covering your body.

"She'll come back. Maybe she'll get her comeuppance one day, for all the trouble she caused you. But in the meantime...she's kind of cute."

Kento scoffed, stroking your hair behind your ear. He could have sworn he heard you purr.

"Nonsense. She was always cute."

[vexcraft]

okay. so. what we know about this whole exile and world border moving thing so far

grian teases the permit office exile program (in a very severance-style clip), saying that the world spawn has been relocated. he's talking to "another" grian who does not seem very excited about this whole thing

doc talks about the whole banishing thing in his video (since the permit office has permission to use his world border cannon), saying it would be funny as a one-time laugh as people sent to the world border could just die and be back at their spawns. he then says he's been informed the world spawn has been moved to the world border

the permit office crew shows up at the beginning of jevin's stream, demanding he give up his unused permit

jevin refuses so cub, grian, and scar attack him and he dies. jevin spawns at the normal world spawn. might be unrelated but after this he gets a message and briefly ends stream for a minute or so and he's back at his base with the permit office crew once he restarts stream. they briefly threaten him, talking about how this was "unsuccessful" and tell him to reconsider his stance on the permits (as jevin is the leader of no-poe)

jevin sets his spawn at his base

after this at multiple points of the stream, the permit office crew is killing each other (mostly scar...) and logging on and off multiple times (seemingly not for skin changes, aside from scar changing into his poe poe skin on one of the log-outs). this seems like they're probably testing things

grian kills scar and scar spawns outside the world border. jevin is just about to leave the end, and despite having set his spawn earlier, also spawns outside the world border (clip). grian tells them not to panic and after a moment tells them that they can respawn again and both jevin and scar spawn at the normal world spawn

then there's whatever this is. scar dies to a zombie almost immediately and spawns at normal world spawn

killing continues but this time scar's not spawning outside the world border!

something happens here

this time scar kills cub and grian, jokingly leaving after, which seems like he successfully sent them to the new spawn (or just sent them somewhere lol) and left them there (as without someone around the normal area, they wouldn't be able to teleport back through things like stasis chambers i'm pretty sure as there would be no one to trigger it). scar logs back on after a moment

when jevin leaves the end for the second time, he spawns back in his bed (in which he set his spawn again after the whole world border case). shortly after this jevin ends stream. during this whole thing it was only jevin and the permit office crew online

so.

it seems that currently the world spawn might be near the world border and if it's not, the permit office can move it there. having your spawn set prevents getting sent there even though for some reason that did not work for jevin the first time. i believe doc has talked about ender pearls in stasis chambers no longer disappearing when you die and joe tried it on stream moments ago, so a stasis chamber would be a way to get out of there

i believe this is all we know so far. i'll try to reblog this post with updates if there's more and feel free to reply/leave tags if i forgot something :D

[scrawlingskribbles]

I know I hyperbolize about sobbing over media on a more-than-zero-sum basis but dear god that ending still manages to tear me up something fierce, no joke no lie lmao

[rin-may-1103]

The Master Post.

Please actually read this, I can't keep up with all the comments. 🥲

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I hope y'all keep enjoying the stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

(currently dealing with life, so posts are going to be very, very slow, sorry.)

Stories and Summaries:

The Wrong Robin Au (DP x DC):

Tim Drake saw Danny do a quadruple somersault, which resulted in him believing Danny was the first Robin for years. He still figured out Bruce but thinks Dick is in the dark. Now with the second Robin dead, and Batman quickly reaching the end of his sanity, Tim takes it upon himself to get Robin to come back. Danny is very confused when this random kid tries to blackmail him into becoming Robin.

Badger Day Au (DP x DC):

Danny is stuck in a Groundhog Day kinda situation and he would like to be let out now, please. The league is very worried.

Delilah's language (DP x DC):

Bruce Wayne approaches the Fentons because Damian is a big fan of Danny for his work in the conservation of the purpleback gorilla. So now Danny is going to the birthday of this random kid so he can teach him gorilla sign language so he can talk to the purple-back gorilla as well.

Just a Bite (DP x DC):

Danny's homeless on the streets of Gotham, when he gets a terrible idea from some passerby. Three weeks after living with the Waynes, they still haven't noticed he's not supposed to be there.

72 hours (DP x DC):

During a battle with the rest of the league, John Constantine is accidentally sent into the palace of Pariah Dark, Tyrant of the Dead, and Bane of the Living. Danny just wanted to have a simple spa day.

Biggest Regret (DP x DC):

Danny Had been optimistic when he created The Email. Three days, that's what he gave himself. Three days to fix or get out of whatever problem he was dealing with and open his laptop to restart the timer. Three days. Past him had thought that If he ever got caught they'd just kill him; it's what they said they would do this whole time, so why wouldn't he think otherwise? It's been more than three days, and at this point, he's just glad someone could fulfill his last wish.

The Disappointment (DP x DC):

Ra's has stated his disapproval of one of the twins, now Talia is rushing to get them out of there and to Bruce to be safe. Danny has other ideas.

Black Retrievers and Golden Cats (DP x DC):

He remembered how it took two hours for his mind to catch up to what he had done, two hours for him to realize he had just killed his brother. It took another two days to realize his brother was never coming back, that the pits had not worked. Damian stared at the camera footage infront of him, his family's voices buzzing with theories and analyzing everything they could. He remembered his brother's bright carefree smile just minutes before Damian had killed him. So, why? Why was he seeing it again?

College Rivalry with the Genius Toddler in the First Row. (DP X DC):

Tim doesn't understand how he's losing at university to a toddler. Danny's not having a great time, but it's fine because now he can terrorize Red Robin.

The Willpower of Space (DP X DC):

A faulty green lantern ring wakes from it's accidental eon long sleep due to how powerful Danny's willpower is. It decides that Danny is a worthy wielder and grants Danny the ability to use it. There's just one problem; Danny keeps dying. and the ring doesn't understand what's going on. Oa is very concerned.

The Weeping Boy Au (DP X DC):

Opening a portal to a dimension between dimensions always leads to some sort of accident; for instance, Danny's death. It just so happens that at the exact moment the portal opened, his earth and another had overlapped, leaving his death to loop repeatedly in the other for as long as the portal stayed. This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that Danny just accidentally turned the portal off and is now in the other dimension instead of the zone. (The Batfamily, who have been watching this kid die over and over again, are very concerned.)

The Eyes of Death Au (DP X DC):

In an attempt to prevent a cult from causing problems, Danny accidentally convinces the Justice League and Co. that he's possessing himself. Damian is not happy that his boyfriend is apparently the new June Moone.

Aspiring escape artist (DP X DC):

The new foster kid might be a little more traumatized than the other kids they usually take in for a while, but it's not like they can't handle it. That is, until Danny started sneaking out, past the bat-grade security system, without getting caught and without using his powers.

Through Your Eyes (DP X DC):

Sometimes, soulmates randomly switch bodies. It doesn't always happen; in fact, it's actually more common to not switch. Danny hadn't really thought he'd ever switch, doubly so after his accident. So you can imagine his surprise when not only does he switch, but he switches with Damian Wayne, aka Robin.

Cabin 18 and the Missing Kids (DP X DC):

Vlad is planning something, unfortunately, Danny's stuck at camp and can't sneak away. But maybe that's ok, because what's this about missing kids? And who does his roommates think they are fooling with their 'normal' kid acts? They're obviously vigilantes. And hey, maybe Danny might actually get a break for once, it's not like his parents can't defend themselves.

Turn back the Frozen Sands of Time (DP X DC):

Danny wakes up in his nine-year-old body; no memories of how he got here or why. All he knows is he needs to stick to the timeline, figure out what happened, and fix it. So, why did his mother just merc his grandfather, and why are there a group of vigilantes (who, for all intents and purposes, shouldn't exist as a team yet) yelling at her and his brother?

Perks of Being Half Dead (DP X SPN):

It was too dangerous for Danny to go back; he doubted it would ever be safe again, not after what they did to him. But it wasn't as if he had a choice at the moment anyway; the likelihood of his getting home from this new dimension was looking slim to none. And now he's being mistaken for some hunter's kid, what the hell, Clockwork?

[sourle]

I love your Au so much! I feel so bad to the y/n so much..so I got a idea came out of my mind while I listened to silly billy(a dang popular fnf song) and it remind me of that au of if y/n get heavily tired of been ignored just because of they past..So if y/n became a killer like the other, they would sing the line of the silly billy song( IM SO SORRY IF YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH ISBT NY FIRST LANGUAGE AND IT WAS THE IDEA I HAVE-)

Proud of me

Silly Billy

WARNINGS: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, SLIGHT GORE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS!

Note: "I'll make— you say— how proud you are of me."

It wasn't intended, really. You've never thought the hatred could get this bad. How? Why? Taph..

Did they lied to him? Did they influenced him?

You choked on your tears, gripping the picture frame. It hurts so much to know no one trusted you anymore, not even Taph.

The sound of your shuddering breathing and sobs filled the silence in the cabin. You were moved by Shedletsky to another cabin, furthest from the other, saying it was necessary. But seeing as how close it is to the path leading to where the killer's hideout was, worried you.

Though he insisted on you staying there, alone. Taph were previously your cabin-mates. Guess now he isn't seeing as he moved his belongings into Dusekkar's cabin before you were moved.

Did you do something? What wrong did you do? You can't remember.

Alone. Everytime. Every second. Every hour. Every day. Every. Ticking. Time.

Are they not convinced enough you've changed?

You still stay friendly with them despite everything.

You stare at the familiar panel in front of you, seeing the screen you vouch to never touch ever again.

The time is almost over. It's almost the end time.

You heard a scream, one that's familiar to Dussekkar's voice. You got up, hiding the panel away from everyone, and left the hill.

Running towards the voice you saw both Dussekkar and Guest limping, Chance's gun exploded on him in an attempt to save Dusekkar from Jason.

Taking out your gun, you shoot it at Jason. It hits, stunning him. Giving both Dussekkar and Guest to escape, without even a thanks from either one.

Are you that bad? They never acknowledge you anymore. Not even Him. Taph.

You snapped back into reality hearing Chance pained groans. Your eyes widen as he runs up to you and shoves you behind them towards the killer

Then you felt it. The machete hitting your neck. Scar so deep it bleeds a river, unfortunately not enough to end you from the pain.

You felt him pull the machete back, resuming chase on Chance who's low. You choked, grasping at the wound on your neck.

Falling to the ground with sob you can't even get out of your mouth. The pain felt like it was burning, it's agonizing.

You heard another scream. Shouting out Taph's name. No.

He's in danger, get up. GET UP!

You can't, despite you trying. You can't. You're close to death, yet seems like The Spectre didn't want you to.

You squint your eyes, remembering something. You held back the pain, clenching your teeth.

The second tick, 10 seconds.

You muster up all your energy, a panel opened up in front of you.

You can't give up.

5 seconds.

You pulled yourself towards the panel. Reaching a hand out to click that one button.

3

You hissed, feeling the pain sharpened.

2

You're good enough! You're enough! You'll prove them!

1

I'll make them proud of me.

Builderman stares at the timer, confused on why it restarted. He turns to the other who looks confused as well.

Is there a continuous round? Last time he check there's none. New event?

He turns to Shedletsky and Guest, both staring out at the area near the mansion. Everyone is here, except Two time. Said they'll go check the whole map to see what's going on.

SNAP—

Builderman, Shedletsky, and Guest turn their attention to the snapping noise. It sounds so familiar— Is it c00lkid?

There they stood, over Two time's mangled body.

Is that— [Name]?

"Am I strong enough? Did I prove enough to be better!? Please say you're proud of me!"

They stare at you, eyes widen. Shedletsky took out his sword, Guest ready himself. Builderman, oh.

He's having a flashback. He knows what your capabilities are.

I'm sorry.

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 22

Bruce and Selina walked into Wayne Manor

Selina: Tonight was nice Bruce.

Bruce: Glad you liked it.

Selina (running her hand down Bruce's chest): You know, I don't have any plans for tomorrow, I could stay the night.

Bruce: Sure thing, would you like a guest room or share my room?

Selina: I think you know that answer to that.

They kiss.

Jason: You're home late.

Bruce (after restarting his heart): Jason! You almost gave me a heart attack.

Damian: It is late father, and now you bring home your partner? If you two are to share a bed, please take the necessary precautions. Personally I see no reason to have an additional sibling.

Bruce (embarrassed): Damian!

Dick: Damian has a point isn't seven children enough for you?

Tim: Honestly, I don't know how much more Alfred can take.

Steph: Poor Alfred.

Cass (signing): We're looking out for Alfred.

Duke: We'll always look out for Alfred.

Selina (laughing): Well it looks like your kids object, I'll use a guest room.

Bruce: No, this is my house, and I'll do whatever I want.

Danny: That's what he said.

Bruce: Danny...

Selina: Danny!? Oh my, hi! It's so nice to meet you. Sorry for not coming by sooner, I've been off-world for a while doing- She looks at Bruce. Stuff that was 100% legal, and only came back last night.

Danny: It's nice to meet you too, can I call you grandma?

Bruce starts choking

Jason: Hmm, well we all do call Selina "mom" once in a while.

Damian: Well I call her Ms. Selina, I have a mother, but yes she is a good maternal figure, even if dad is too much of a coward to propose marriage.

Dick: Truer worlds have never been spoken.

Duke: Especially given this will they, won't they, is a more of a what don't they.

Selina (laughing): I like my relationship with your father as it is, though I won't be opposed to getting married some day. As for your question Danny, you may call me grandma.

Bruce (who currently wants to melt from embarrassment): Selina let's go, besides the children are up well pass their bedtime.

Batkids: Boo.

Bruce: Don't make me get Alfred.

Batkids: Bed, got it!

The kids disperse to their rooms.

Bruce: I'm so sorry about that.

Selina: Are you kidding? I love those kids, plus I'm a grandma now. And really, bedtime? Dick is 25, Jason is only here half the time, Cass is your second youngest and she's 19, I understand Damian given he's only 12, but I don't think you have jurisdiction over Danny's bedtime.

Bruce: My house my rules.

Selina: Fair enough. Selina placed her hand on Bruce's cheek. Now, where were we?

Bruce (resting his head on Selina's hand): I believe we were heading to my room.

Selina: Lead the way then.

(Master Post)

[loveafterdeath-if]

The last part of Chapter 2 is out! Here.

Alright, I'll first say it as a warning: it's a big hit or miss. I didn't have any 'bad' outcomes from my Ko-fi supporters, but we never know—some of you might be disappointed or glad. Idk.

Anyway! In this second part of this chap, you will:

Have some alone (short) time with your best friend after your call with Vince

Try not to fall with your RO

Spend time with your group of misfits

Spend time with your brother and other 'second' characters

Have another nice call

Experience a flashback

Go on a date (or decide to cancel it)

Lock your romance route (or decide not to romance any ROs)

Chapter 2 is at 160k words (excluding code), bringing the whole game to 280k words.

This time, you'll have to either restart the whole game or start from chapter 1 or 2, because there are some codes/variations/errors I modified and changed to make them work properly.

But more importantly, enjoy!

If you see any typos, errors, etc., feel free to head to my Discord, send them through asks, or email me those issues. Thanks to the beta testers who helped me through Discord and email!

[clarkeybabey]

❝ i need you to fill the void ❞

# summary; someone spoils your secret

# playlist; void, the neighbourhood, nothing's gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex.

# word count; 1.2k

# note; freya, faith, and talia cameo, I didn't proofread and I hate this oops.

Have a wedding they said, it'll be fun they said. You can't name a time when you've been this stressed out and anxious in all your years of living. To make it even worse, the one person who could help you breathe through all of this wasn't going to able to see you for another three and a half hours.

Last night, for the sake of tradition, you slept without George for the first time in more than a year. He texted you about a thousand times after you finally fell asleep about how he couldn't wait to be tied to you for the rest of your lives, which meant you woke up in the best of moods despite the lack of his presence.

Keeping everything a secret wasn't hard, since everyone had done it before for Simon and Talia. Unfortunately, some people you thought you could trust with an invitation weren't the most reliable. Your friends were sat off to the side some snapping pictures of you and themselves, others scrolling social media. Freya gasps, she's unable to control the way her lips purse, and brows crease as she turns the volume of her phone down as quick as possible.

You're sat in a chair, your makeup artist hard at work. "Something wrong?" In the blink of an eye, the girls are all standing around Freya, staring at the screen in disbelief.

Talia chews at her bottom lip before speaking, "Y/N, sweetheart, I'm gonna show you something, but I want you to try not to freak out."

You swear you feel your throat begin to close at the slight waver in her voice, now it's your turn for your brows to knit together, "I'll try," you mumble, absentmindedly picking at your manicure.

She makes her way to you as slow as ever with Freya in tow with her phone, which she hands off to you after turning the volume back up, swiping up and back to the video to restart it. You recognize the username as a girl George had introduced you to a few months ago at the sidemen's anniversary party, you don't recall sending her an invitation...

The video begins with a screech from her, "Hi, guys! This get-ready with me is extra special, this time my friend George is getting married," you feel your stomach drop, cheeks warming as she talks about only being a plus one to someone whose name goes in one ear and straight out the other.

"This better be a fuckin' joke," bile begins to rise in your throat and tears threaten to melt away every bit of the 45 minutes spent on your nearly Pinterest-perfect makeup. When you click on the comments you notice there are some from mere seconds ago and steadily continue to pour in, you shake your head hoping someone will pinch you and wake you from this atrocious nightmare, "God, I really wish this was a joke," you whisper, your bottom lip trembling uncontrollably.

You look up at the girls around you as you slowly start to crumble under the weight of it all. Faith is typing away furiously, jamming her fingers against her phone screen, you hand Freya her phone back, wordlessly reaching for your own that was laying screen down on the vanity.

When the screen comes to life you see messages, notifications from dms, posts, and tweets you've been tagged in. Nothing really catches your eye aside from two missed calls from George and a few texts just under them.

my fiance 😝😈: call me when you see this please, darling

And you did exactly that. He answers on the first ring, his soft, accented voice filling your ear ripping another sob from your throat, "Y'alright, love?" He asks knowing the answer, hoping to god you weren't on tiktok to see what he'd seen a few minutes ago, but as you cry into the speaker he understands you have.

You shake your head, before remembering that he can't see your actions, "No," you croak, making him sigh and shake his head. This is your day and somehow someone's managed to ruin it for you.

To be completely honest, George couldn't care less about everything being secret, but all you wanted through the whole planning process was privacy, no huge party after the ceremony, nothing.

You didn't want to post anything until you were boarding the plane for your well-deserved nearly three-week honeymoon. And your fiance was more than happy to oblige.

"Can you come here? Please, I couldn't give two fucks about tradition, we're fuckin' tiktokers for god's sake." you pause a second until you hear shuffling on his end, followed by a snort. "I'm already outside, baby," you hear the smile in his voice, you keep your phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder.

When the door swings open, he's standing there looking so damn good in the suit you picked out together so many months ago and it makes you cry even harder, knowing how much of a snotty mess you probably look now all because everything not going the way you imagined.

He wraps you into his arms before you're able to say anything, breathing you in. "You look beautiful," he steps back from you keeping a comforting hand on your hip as he looks you up in down, "this satin?" He asks pinching at the material of your dressing gown, to which you simply nod, your throat still feeling tight.

Of course, he notices how much everything's eating you alive, "I handled it, sweetheart. I figured out who invited her, they know we don't think its a good idea for her to come," he gives you a reassuring squeeze, watching your face closely for any change of expression.

You pursed your lips taking a deep breath through your nose, "Thank you, I missed you so much," he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, instead of responding immediately, he chose to envelope you into his arms. Your ear is pressed against his chest so close you can hear his heart thumping against his ribcage, "Missed you more, could hardly sleep without you."

This time when he pulls away, his hands cup your face, and his lips meet yours in what you swear is the best kiss you've ever had, he doesn't keep you like that for as long as you'd like, leaving you chasing after the feeling. He rests his forehead against yours and his hand slips from your cheek to your neck where he feels your pulse quicken.

He breathes you in, this time stepping back for real knowing the girls are waiting for you, "Now go get in the dress I've been hearing about for months, wanna hurry up and make you mine for life."

You smile, the first real one you've worn since reading his messages this morning, "So impatient," you mutter and he shakes his head, swatting at your bum, "I can show you impatient," he quirks a brow, his voice is laced with suggestiveness that's unmistakable

"Later," he raises his hands in surrender as you turn back to the door that's ajar, his hand catches your wrist, turning you around quicker than you could let a gasp escape you. His lips find yours once more and you exhale out of your nose, relaxing against him as he smiles against your mouth. "Now you're free to go," your fingers dance along your now tingling lips, as you watch him disappear down the hallway,

When you return to the girls you almost have forgotten the original situation at hand aside from the fact that maybe every little thing about him is the best.

[lilolebambi]

THE AFTERMATH OF BAMBI!READER'S AND PUPPY!CHRIS'S VOICEMAILS. . .

Chris stared at his phone, thumb hovering over the screen. Days had passed since the voicemails, but still. You guys haven't talked.

He thought time would smooth it over. That things would just click back into place, like they always had. They hadn't.

Chris exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. How does he fix this? Is there a fix?

He wants to text you to reach out—But that wouldn't be right after what both of you admitted in those voicemails... he's honestly not even sure if you listened to them.

He bites his lip, mind zooming to figure out any non shitty way of getting in contact with you.

He shoots up immediately from his bed, planting his feet on the floor.

Cookies.

The ones you always make whenever you guys have a petty argument, the ones you always make whenever Chris says he isn't feeling good or feels sad.

Chris can make cookies.

Chris can't make cookies.

He's tried. So, so many times. And yet, somehow, the universe had decided that flour, sugar, and eggs will never bend to his will.

There's a reason why he's always the one sitting on the counter, watching you get covered in flour, giggling at the streak of batter on your cheek like this is some kind performance meant for him alone.

The last batch of cookies rests abandoned in the trash can—a tragic waste of chocolate chips and his good intentions. He can't how many times he's had to restart the recipe, standing there like a idiot every single time someone comes into the kitchen, rereading the instructions as if they'll magically change, finally start to make sense to him.

He gets it, eventually. When flours all in his hair and caked up on his hands.

He sucks in a deep breath as he rings the doorbell. It's not late, but it's you—You can barely make it through the day without a nap.

Chris's relief is immediate when your groggy figure makes its way to the door. Even more when you open it. "Chris....?" You mumble, rubbing your eye sleepily, blinking him into focus.

He swallows hard, gripping the container in his hands like it might anchor him. Like it might steady him when his heart is anything but.

"Um... I–I made...you cookies."

The words come out uneven, but it's too late for him to take them back. He pushes the container forward, hands clumsy, unsure if you'll actually take it.

Then, softer—more raw—because he can't keep it in anymore. "I miss you. Really bad, Bambi."

Chris can already feel the tears gathering, blurring the edge of his vision. His lip trembles—enough to betray him, make him wish he could it hold together just a second longer.

But then, you smile.

That, familiar, achingly missed smile. The one that used to make everything feel better, the one that still does.

He's done for. Completely, absolutely done for.

You giggle, voice warm with something that Chris has been craving since the silence started. "C'mere you, big baby!

And that's it. The last bit of composure slips from his grip as he moves forward, pulling you close.

He's home.

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her. — Hozier.

a/n: if the lord didn't forgive me, i'd still have my baby and my babe would have me.

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[limethefirst]

Coffee and Books

pairings: Jason Todd x reader

warning: none !!

summary: Jason Todd finds stops by his favorite cafe, book in hand and one thing in mind. Land a date with the barista who’d caught his eye.

a/n: ive recently finished playing chapter 3 and 4 of deltarune (was able to kill the titan third try aha), i want to drop a new deltarune story since i hardly see any :p. Anyway this story is cross posted on my ao3 !

The corner booth was dimly lit, secluded, and hidden from view. That's what made it Jason's favorite place in the cozy cafe. That and the fact that you worked there.

Jason wasn't an active man, in the sense of the dating scene. In fact, he didn't have the time for it. The man was often preoccupied with his work as Red Hood, killing dirty crooks-although he has slowed down on the killing, mostly after he saw you. Now, he's trying to be a 'better man,' one might say. He wouldn't say that though, actually, if you were to ask him how he felt about you, he'd deny all and any feelings.

So there Jason sat, a black coffee on his right, and his novel on the left.

"The Art of War?" Jason was startled by the voice beside him, usually he was more on guard. He'd let this thoughts consume him recently. Looking up Jason saw you standing there, a small tray held between your palms balancing two coffees and a pastry that the cafe offered.

His throat felt dry before he swallowed, "Yea, Sun Tzu," he replied, closing the book, index finger stopping him from losing the page. "It's my third time rereading it."

You faintly smiled at his admission, "I've noticed, this is the second time I've seen you restarting that book," you let out a small chuckle, adjusting your hold on the tray, "Maybe I should check it out sometime?"

Jason wasn't sure what was happening, although he definitely didn't mind it, "Yea, it's a good past time read." He hummed, offering you a small nod.

Looking around the cafe you could see a few customers that were still in need of their orders. You turned your gaze back on Jason, "Hey I get off in like 30 minutes, if you don't mind sticking around maybe you could tell me what the book's about?" Jason was shocked, he never thought in a million years that you of all people would actually talk to him. He was self-conscious, it wasn't an understatement, he had scars that littered his body. They made him feel lesser, unlikable even.

"Yea, I can wait." He spoke, fiddling with the edge of his book.

Your smile grew at his words, "Great! I need to finish up but I'll be right back." You didn't even give Jason the chance to respond, instead turning around quickly dropping off the orders at their respective tables before getting back to work.

He watched you for a moment longer before turning his head forward again. Glancing at his reflection in the black coffee, he was still stunned.

Jason could not wait for these 30 minutes to pass by. His mind was being gnawed at by the fact you'd asked him to wait for you.

The ticking of the clock within the cafe was almost taunting him, each movement felt slower then the next. Jason felt himself rehearsing what he'd say (as dumb as that may have been). This was his chance and like hell he'd mess it up.

By the time the 30 minutes had passed Jason was able to make a whole speech, mostly a nerdy rant about how 'The Art of War' was a literary masterpiece, the premises wasn't actually about war, instead it was about knowing how to fight without direct contact. Like phycological warfare and strategic thinking. Something Jason was actively trying to incorporate into his vigilante life as Red Hood.

Unfortunately the moment you sat down across from him, everything he had previously thought about was thrown out the window. Your work apron was neatly tucked into your bag, now you adorned your usual after work outfit.

"So," You happily chirped, leaning your head against the palm of your hand, "tell me, what's so good about that book that makes you want to reread it three times."

Jason, as tense as he was from the situation, couldn't help the small chuckle that escape his throat. He could see the smile you were trying to hide, it made him melt even more.

Oh, he was smitten.

"It takes a bit to explain, plus I'm not one for spoiling the plot." He hummed, leaning back into the booth. Jason crossed his arms over his broad chest, head thrown back a bit in a comfortable position. Then an idea popped into his head, "If you're really curious why don't you borrow my book, you can give it a quick read," he paused, trying to gauge your reaction to the offer before continuing, "if it isn't something you find interesting you can give it back, but if you like it then read it all. After we can discuss it over a coffee." This was the most confident he'd been in a while but hey, if pretty barista crush was talking to him- sitting across from him, so dammit if he wasn't going to take this chance.

It seemed to work because before Jason could feel regret for his words you'd began to slowly nod, your smile growing wider. "Sounds good."

Jason let out a small grunt of approval at your words, 'Sounds good,' you just agreed to a date (Was it even a date? He'd have to check back in on that later) with him. With that Jason slid the book across the table, letting it rest in front of you. Picking it up, you carefully skimmed some pages, trying not to bend any of the pages or the spine of the book.

"It looks interesting, I'll start it tonight." Looking up at him made you breath hitch slightly, his eyes were piercing into you. You could almost feel yourself getting lost in them.

You wanted to say something else but he was making it hard to, frankly though, you didn't mind. They were mesmerizing.

Jason didn't notice the way he'd stopped you in your tracks, because he was thinking about you'd stopped him. He couldn't think straight, he stared at you.

Perfect, he didn't use that word lightly, because to him, everything and anything in Gotham was rough, cold, and devoid of life. Everything but you. You were bright and he was starstruck. He couldn't believe you were really sitting here across from him, his book delicately held in your hand.

"If you want," he started, snapping your attention back, "we could meet up during the week, where ever is most convenient for you, and read together."

The pitter patter of the evening Gotham rain began to smack against the glass window beside you, but the gloomy weather could not be a farther image of what you were currently feeling like. "Yea, I'd really like that." Noticing how late it was getting, you knew you'd need to get home soon, before the rain turned into a downpour. "I need to go, but, uh," you looked around the table before grabbing a napkin from the dispenser beside you both, and quickly jotting down your number on it. Sliding it across the table and handing it to him.

"Here!" You nodded, urging him to take it, which he did not hesitate to do. "So we can plan what days to go out and in case you wanted to just call."

Jason looked at your number, memorizing each part of it because he would not let his opportunity pass him by, "It's a date then." The word slipped by his tongue before he had the chance to think it through. He quickly looked up, trying to see how you'd react. Instead of a sour look he was greeted by a hardly concealed smile.

"Yea, it is." You agreed. Looking out the window, the rain had gotten heavier, "I should go before the downpour gets worse." Quickly gathering your stuff, you stood, regretting your decision of not bringing a jacket to work today.

Before you were able to leave Jason stopped you, "Hey," he began to take off his jacket, it was a nice brown leather jacket, it looked a bit worn out but none the less very comfortable. "here, so you don't get too wet." His hand was out stretched, offering you the crisp leather.

"What about you?" Taking his jacket in this weather felt wrong. but Jason looked sure in his decision.

"Don't worry, I'm more worried about you." He held it out a bit more to you, urging you to put it on. Taking a minute you looked between him and the jacket, he opened his mouth once more, "Plus, this ensures that I'll text you, since we'll need to meet up again for you to give me my jacket later on." Jason truly did have an excuse for everything he did.

A small chuckled escaped your lips before you grabbed the jacket, putting it on over your afterwork outfit. "I'll hold you to that." You smirked, giving him a small wave and quickly exiting the cafe, disappearing into the Gotham evening. Now adorning Jason's jacket as well as his book.

Carefully, Jason tucked your number into his pocket. He wasn't just going to text you later he was also planning on putting on his Red Hood attire to ensure you made it home safely tonight. Not in a stalker way- kinda.

He got up as well, exiting the cafe, rain hitting his face as he walked into a nearby alley. His night was just starting, Red Hood never rested, but tonight he'd feel a little lighter.

[rvp32]

Heir to the clan's legacy- Chapter 3

White cum spills out of Yoona's stuffed pussy and your cock is covered in her juices and your seed.

You turn around and smirk.

"Mommy…why don't you clean my cock?"

"Y/N Do you know what the fuck you have just done!" Taeyeon screams as she walks toward you.

The loud scream makes you lose your concentration a little allowing Yoona to escape from your binding

"What have I done, mommy? I fucked Auntie Yoona because she's sexy. I'm an adult. Why are you so mad?"

"I told you specifically not to do any such thing before you left and not only did you go ahead and fuck your aunty and cum inside of her you also had the audacity to call me here," Taeyeon screams

You then turn to Yoona.

"She enjoyed it. Didn't you, mommy" You say smirking, calling Yoona mommy.

Yoona was still recovering from the orgasm and she was also scared but she shyly said, " It was some of the best sex that I have had in a very long time,"

You smirk smiling, but then Taeyeon flash-stepped and you barely reacted since you weren't on guard. You manage to bat her arm away.

"I'm not a kid anymore, mommy…if I want to fuck YoonA. I will."

"Enough, put on your clothes you are coming home with me right now and we will talk about your behavior," Taeyeon says

she then looks to Yoona, " We are going to have a really long conversation about this Yoona,"

But you shake your head.

"No. I'm not going with you. I didn't do anything wrong." You flash step and put your clothes back on but then you also grab your sword and assume a challenging position.

"Y/n don't do this, all I am suggesting is that we talk. I am not trying to hurt you or even fight you. So calm down, " Taeyeon says trying to calm you down

"Talk about what? You can't baby me anymore. I want to be with Yoona…I will be with Yoona. I'll be with whoever I want. You know I asked Kazuha to be my girlfriend today?"

Yoona was also shocked by this information because she didn't expect you to have already a girlfriend whom you just started dating today. She felt bad because she was your side piece and the second option.

"I am not babying you anymore! I won't do it. We left off at a very bad place in the morning so I just want to clear it up. For fucks sake just listen to me just this one fucking time," Taeyeon said her showing more and more frustration as the conversation goes on

You turn to Yoona.

"Just so you know, you aren't a side piece or a second option…I need to restart my clan…I want you, need you as a partner, Yoona…I love you just as I love Kazuha."

Yoona's expression turned softer after hearing that, she also realized the huge responsibility you had.

You then turn to Taeyeon.

"Don't you understand that? I love you…I want you…who better to restart my clan than you, Mommy?"

"I am open to that and I would be really happy to help you with it as well but Y/n you need to learn to take consent before you jump onto people like that, I was confused and didn't know what you really wanted," Taeyeon explained

You then flash step to her and kiss her deeply again.

"I want you…I want both of you…" Your spiritual pressure rising again.

"Calm down, you don't need to release so much spiritual pressure, I am right here," Taeyeon says as she brushes a little bit of your hair

"I need both of you…" I say with lust, as I derobe once again. "Both of my mommies…sucking my cock…I'm still so full mommy, you said you'd always take care of me.." You pout like a child, playing on Taeyeon's motherly affection for you.

"I will baby boy, I will always take care of my pretty little boy," Taeyeon says before grabbing your cock and slowly rubbing it

"Oh.." I moan, finally. My mommy..my hot mommy.

"Yoona mommy…Taeyeon mommy…please both suck my cock…worship it…"

Yoona crawls to you, with your cum still dripping out of her freshly used pussy. she massages your balls as Taeyeon plays with your cock

"Oh fuck yeah…yes…use your lips my mommies…fuck.."

"aww is that so if you want mommy to use her lips you are going to have to beg pretty boy," Taeyeon whispers in your ear and bites it

You counter and kiss at her neck. You were kissing your mommy…your beautiful Taeyeon and you nibble at her ear too.

"Please Mommy…suck my cock…I've wanted to feel it for so long…your beautiful lips and tongue.."

"Now, that's a good boy, " Taeyeon coos before getting on her knees and taking the tip of her cock into your mouth.

Yoona takes this opportunity to stand up and kiss you passionately

"Mommy it feels so good…you were meant to do this right? My cock…to take care of me…this is the only cock you ever need…"

Taeyeon speeds up, taking in more of your cock every time she went down, trying her best to fit your entire cock into her tiny cute mouth

"Holy fuck mommy…oh my god…that feels so good…yes all of it.."

You kiss Yoona too, but you begin to thrust into Taeyeon's mouth.

Yoona pulls away from the kiss, "Go on fuck that throat like you mean it, show her who she belongs to," Yoona moans into your ear and goes on to kiss your neck and leave marks all over it

This turned you on a lot. As you begin to ram your cock into Taeyeon's thrust over and over.

"My mommy whore…my mommy bitch…my slutty mommy…" You chant as you finally get what you want. Taeyeon began choking on your cock a little but she still continued to take it into her throat as much as she could.

"Go on paint your mommy's throat white with all the precious cum, " Yoona moans as she uses your fingers to stimulate her clit

You bite at Yoona's breasts and suck on her tit..trying to draw out milk. You don't stop fucking Taeyeon's mouth as you shove as much as you could in there, watching it bulge.

"Holy fuck baby that's so hot, are you trying to get milk out of me baby," Yoona moans as she pets your hair like a child who is getting breastfed

"Fuck if only there was milk coming out right now!" You moaned in between sucking Yoona's tits

You had to figure out some spell for that or something…

"Oh, mommy…I'm going to cum…down your fucking throat…"

"GO on baby cum all down your mommy's throat," Yoona cooed you dumped all your cum down Taeyeon's throat

You pant and huff, pulling out and smiling.

"How does it taste Mommy? Your first taste of my cum? Your baby boy's cum?"

"It tastes amazing baby just as I expected it to but holy fuck don't you cum a lot. this is your second load and it is so much I wonder how thick the first load must have been," Taeyeon states,

"Oh the first load was massive and thick alright, his cum is still leaking out of my pussy and I am 100% sure that I am already pregnant with his baby," Yoona says

You pull Yoona in for another torrid kiss with your tongue.

"Your feet next…both of you…I need to taste them and fuck them…" You say with desire.

"aren't you an insatiable horny bastard, if that's what you want then your mommy's shall oblige," Taeyeon says

You growl.

"Oh? Calling your baby boy a bastard? How naughty of you, mommy!" You grab both of them and toss them on the bed. You lie down and have Taeyeon and Yoona sit near you by your cock. Taeyeon folds out her legs towards your face and you begin to lick at her toes and the underside of her feet.

Yoona meanwhile gives you a footjob.

"my baby boy is so naughty and always horny for his mommies isn't he?" Taeyeon questions as she enjoys you worshipping her feet

"I love your white nail polish Mommy…and Yoona's black…so sexy…your feet are so fucking good.."

Taeyeon's feet were so soft and you try to suck on all five toes from her foot at once.

"Aren't you a greedy boy wanting so much all at once, If I had known that you were a feet-loving boy then I would have gotten a pedicure before coming here," Taeyeon says before moaning

You suck on her toes harder.

"No, your toes are so good…so hot…I love them…please give me a double footjob mommies!"

"you are so impatient," Taeyeon says before using one of her feet to push your cock into Yoona's other foot. Both of you matching the rhythm together to jerk off your big hard throbbing cock

"HOLY FUCK MOMMIES.." You howl loudly as they worked together perfectly to stroke your cock off with their feet. The contrast of pedicure colors was amazing

"oh you are really enjoying this so much aren't you, my little perverted loser," Taeyeon teases you as she continues to play with your hard cock

"He loves it so much Unnie, he blew such a huge load when I gave him a footjob before," Yoona says

You pout. "Mommy…that wasn't nice…I'm just so attracted to you…"

"You don't have to lie baby I can feel your cock throb whenever I say things like that," Taeyeon says

"It turns me on when you want me, mommy…you're all mine right?"

"Yes baby I am all yours, both of us belong to you

I then flare up my pressure and jam my cock back into Taeyeon's tight cunt, growling as I use flash step and slam her into the wall and begin drilling into her gasp "Fuck!" Taeyeon moans out as you drill into her the sudden invasion of your cock stretching out her pussy a lot more than expected

"What was that mommy?" I growl as I hammer into her and then kiss her neck, biting at it a bit.

"It feels so fucking good baby, keep pounding Mommy like that use my hole however you want!" Taeyeon growls

"Remember you're my mommy…and my caretaker…I am your Master and baby boy…and you…I fucking own you…to fuck…and use as a whore!"

"Yes, you own me, fucking use me as your whore! make you your cum dump!" Taeyeon moans out pleasure completely taking over her brain

I kiss her with my tongue and speed up. The tightness of her cunt was immaculate..my whore mommy getting fucked by my cock was something else.

"Mommy…I want to drink your fucking milk…"

"Go on baby you can have how much ever you want!" Taeyeon allows you

"Unnie, What is he talking about?" Yoona asks confused about what milk you are asking Taeyeon for

I then lower my mouth to her right breast and swirl my tongue before latching on and sucking. I was finally drinking her milk…my mommy's milk…it was perfection.

"NGHH" Taeyeon moans, the pleasure getting too much for her. It felt like absolute heaven, she hadn't had something feel this good in such a long time

A little milk leaks out from the corner of your mouth and this surprises Yoona. So many questions popping into her head and you see her eyes lined with confusion. To distract her you push your fingers into Yoona's wet pussy and finger her as you continue to pound Taeyeon

"Mommy's milk…mommy's cunt…you're both mine…" you growl.

You were fucking Taeyeon so hard…your mommy…your whore…your bitch…was now truly yours.

Taeyeon's moans now sounded like screams absolutely tearing through thr roam and they were accompanied by Yoona who was also on the cusp of another orgasm

"I'm going to fucking cum mommy! Going to fucking cum so hard!" You roar.

"Go on baby cum inside your mommy, breed her just like you did me," Yoona encourages you and Taeyeon is just simply beyond the ability to speak right now

You were finally going to do it, you were going to breed your mommy Taeyeon…

"FUCK!" You slam your cock all the way inside her cunt and explode…cumming the hardest and longest you ever have…you weren't pulling out and waited minutes until you fully emptied, painting her walls white.

Taeyeon's mind was going absolutely haywire, completely taken over by pleasure. The cum was so warm and felt perfect inside of her. satisfying everything that she had ever wanted.

You then kiss Taeyeon with more tongue.

"Mommy…Yoona…on your knees both of you…fucking clean my cock…it's official now…you're both my whores to breed and restart my clan."

Without any replies, the both of them were on their knees, cleaning up your cock.

You hiss in pleasure as both their tongues and sweet lips worked your tip and they cleaned every bit of cum left. They shared it between them and you pressed their heads together to make out with your cock.

"I've been developing a kido spell…" You say before using the enchantment and a marking of the Uzumaki clan forms just above their cunt before disappearing.

"what is it supposed to do baby?" Yoona asks innocently.

Taeyeon is also curious and is just waiting to see what you answer

"This will make it so nobody else is allowed to fuck you…your body will only respond in pleasure to my touch alone."

"Oh someone is possessive!" Taeyeon and Yoona say at the same time

"Of course…my clan…my whores…I need to keep it all in line…now then…YoonA..I think you should move to the clan compound. We can use this place as a safe house."

"Oh am I finally being allowed to move into the Uzumaki's compound" Yoona questioned

"Yes you are, You belong to me now so you should stay where I can reach you any time I want," You reply

YoonA stands and kisses you lovingly.

"Good…it's settled then… let's head back. I have my first official day tomorrow so let's try and take it easy for the rest of the day."

"Yayyy!" Yoona cheers as she puts on her robe and begins to grab things that she will need.

The three of you get back and head back into bed. You were so happy having them on either side of you…you snuggle with Taeyeon and kiss her.

"I love you, mommy. You're mine."

"What about me?" Yoona whines as she hugs you

You kiss her too.

"And you too.." All three of you drift to sleep shortly after.

[123ohwell]

LEVERAGE GRIFT TRACKER

I FINISHED SEASON 1! Shoutout to @grandma-waldo for the idea

Extra details in the parameters and the job list. I kept a list of all grifts in order they occur through season 1. If I thought about it before hand I would have draw a line between each episode but oh well hindsight and all that.

Any questions? Yes I welcome them and I'll try to answer them. Want to know why I split something? Just ask - there was definitely an overthought process to my madness. Any ideas on adjusting job titles? I want to hear it please. I invested too much in this lol but it's been fun.

Season 1 was tough in trying to decide what the jobs would be while trying to keep them broad and trying to think so I wouldn't need to add anymore come later seasons . Also me and excel nearly got into a fight.

I'm going to do the rest of the show but that will be slow coming. When I figure out how to make a master list with links, I'll make one. Since this is like my 4th post on the topic and there will be a bunch more to come

Surprises and Revelations

- Hardison grifts in intense spurts

- there was only 1 real royalty grift in season 1??? And it was hardison?? But there were 5 Southern Belle/Beau grifts

- Sophie was the first athelete?? Ik I already posted that but it still shocked me (Olympic luge)

- Parker interacts with people more than most of the team - she thieves in the shadows but she talks to people often as a misdirection

- FBI and just an ordinary person (Civilian) were the most common grifts of season 1 > not surprised since everyone played FBI in pilot part 2

- runner up was The Damsel. Plenty of times the team did the Damsel and Damsel's Knight grift together as a misdirection. But going "oh no I need help" to a stranger/mark was more popular

- Hardison and Parker were the most likely to play the Damsel card

(Sidenote: i thought about wanting to know all the scams the team calls out in the show. "Burn scam" "the cherry pie" etc. But I think someone has already made a list but I can't find it. Also my family might kill me if I restart the show - again. I was already getting side eyes for skipping back a few seconds to check out who was grifting when I wasn't paying attention)

If you've read this far! Thank you! Hope you have a great week!

[chiliyue-archived]

4:07PM

↬ taking naps with them

Includes; Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Sigma, Tetchō

Not requested ! [Bsd M.List] ♡

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—DAZAI

An ambiance of silence furnished the bedroom, the light sound of your breathing providing a source of comfort to the burnette.

A milky eye peeked open from where he rested, cheek pressed against your lap. The complacent grin of his undeniable, beaming at your below as his breathy sigh intruded the silence. Propping himself up, a cotton arm extended out, the pads of his digits brushing along your features.

His index finger took placement at your temples, pausing before traveling south along your cheek structure. He was busy mapping out the bridge of your nose when your face scrunched up, brows furrowing at the touch. "What are you doing?" The question fell upon deaf ears as the limb retracted.

" I'll have to restart now." Dazai lets in a fatuous display of feign annoyance, the stretching of his cheeks betraying his brewing playfulness. His finger shifted to position back along your temple, blunt nail trailing down again languishly.

You recline against him. His finger glided across your skin in a manner you've expressed praise in; as so he had it committed the movement to memory. Sleepily, you echoed, " What are you doing?" His reponse came nonchalantly, visage focused where his nail trailed - it was disrupted by the ghost of a smile on his lips and a beaming glint.

" Counting the freckles/markings on your face." The corners of his mouth twitched into a more defined grin - uncharacteristically voided of the teasing undertone - it was a besotted look more than anything. "Go back to sleep, I'll wake you when I'm done."

—CHŪYA

" Let's get you to bed."

You could faintly recall being wrapped up in a thick blanket before being suspended right off your feet. The fabric felt warm, so much so that it must have just come out of the dryer. Its comfort permeated along your arms, acting as a catalyst to your slipping state. Toned arms held you close, your cheek pressed against Chūya's shoulder. You could faintly make out the scent of his cologne and light squeezes from the hand purchased on your hip.

Soon enough your back pressed against the familiar bed, the hand at your hip adjusting you as necessary to the comforter. A pair of lips reached your cheeks, kissing each one in sincerity before concluding it with one to your lips.

" Stay with me, please?" You murmured when Chūya's hands withdrew, a hot streak left in its reminder - far warmer than the blanket as cozy as it was.

You really didn't have to ask. He had already made his mind up the moment he found you rubbing your eyes and yawning at your second skin of fatigue. The bed dipped as he took the vacant place beside you, renewing the warmth that had previously started to ebb away.

Carefully, he reached out to click off his alarm before fully settling beside you. The sigh that left him was involuntary but leveled out as comfort overtook him; the way his taut muscles in his body sunk evidence of his growing indulgence. Wordlessly, his hands slipped around your waist, his body curling around you like cocoon - both from a subconscious effort to shield you but also earth himself in your radiating heat.

The tip of his his nose nestled against your shoulder, lips grazing the surface of your skin. From where he rested, Chūya's eyes took in your details, burning it to memory; he may not be able to dream, but this wasn't so bad either.

—RANPO

" You have to give me a nap kiss first." Ranpos voice halted your reverie, heavy eyes peeking open. You were greeted with the sight of Ranpo shuffling close to you, his face taking on a diametrical expression to that of his common lax one.

" Nap kiss?" He nodded, head propping close and waiting.

Your peck to his furrowed brows did nothing to alleviate the crease between it. If anything, his grip of your clothes tighten, a sound more attributed to a beg and childish compliant leaving him.

A dainty finger pointed his neglected lips, already puckered and gravitating toward you eagerly. " Right here." His words were skewed and voice raspy, but the look of determination embedded in his gaze was candid even amongst the dampened lighting.

You leaned forward, properly granting him his request. You could feel him smile against your lips in pure satisfaction, grip loosening and falling to your lap. He attempted to make the tender exchange linger for as much as possible before withdrawing.

" This isn't a goodnight kiss, by the way. I'm expecting one later, so don't forget." His words would have been more serious had it not been for the way he rubbed his eyes, latching close to you like a koala.

And even in his moments of exasperation, the lopsided smile on his face betrayed him, giving way to a tender moment amongst the afternoon.

—FYODOR

The thrumming of his heart anchored you to a hazy state, it's deep echo resonating from the chamber to your ears. A pallid hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you in place whilst his other thumbed through a book - though mindlessly he turned the pages as his foucs was more centered on the lazy circles he traced on your spine.

The yawn that slipped you didn't go unnoticed. And although you couldn't see his eyes, the shift in his gaze was palpable, accentuated as the motions of his fingers stilled. " Tired Myshka?"

Fyodor hummed in disapproval when you shook your head, a light 'clack' sound emulating the room as he discarded the book with a flick of his hand. The appendage favored to pinch your chin, a chuckle escaping him as adroit hands directed your gaze onto himself. " You are a terrible liar, my dear."

His following actions were calculated, voice taking a lower octave and brushing his hands along your shoulder blades in a seasoned manner that only he could muster.

You weren't sure if what you felt next was a play of your wearied mind, as something pressed against the crown of your head. It was in sync with the swipe of his thumb over your pulse point - amassing to form an authentic intimate display and push you right over the precarious edge of sleep.

His voice rippled against your head, muddled as hands moved to push your hair back. " Such a distraction, my dear. Hmm, perhaps you're making me go soft." He situated you against his chest again, his hum still suffused from the column of his throat. " I suppose even I have my weaknesses."

—SIGMA

It had required a lot of encouragement on your behalf, Sigma admittely nervous when it came to silces of affection and the prospect of napping never suited his interest before - additionally he was occupied with the Casino and he seldom recieved moments of leisure. But if there's one thing he falls victim to, it's that he can't say no to you.

Your body was snuggled up against him with his head pressed on top of your own. The more you squished your cheek into him, the more he swore his heart would brust from the gesture alone.

However, he was more enamored with how the leaking sunlight bathed you in gentle warm hues, leaving your skin warm as his fingers roamed aimlessly. He briefly pondered how you could look even more enticing as the hues danced along your face.

" Oh, you're already asleep." He mumbled as his stupor halted by the sound of a gentle snore. His gaze softened as it landed on your figure again, leaving from where his fingers kneaded at your thigh. A tickling became prevalent along his body as the sight assuage him unknowingly.

Sigma found it difficult to fall asleep himself, shackled by the nerves that shadowed his will of rest. The panning of your breath against his skin had a tacit effect on him, cheeks warming and chest stirring in bubbling affinity. Yet he wasn't entirely opposed to watching you nap soundly as he inwardly struggled to quell his erratic pulse - your heartfelt snuggling the incentive.

An arm draped itself over your hips, providing a comforting hold. His other, however, traced along your arms before curving up into your hair; his touch diffusing his unspoken infatuation. He swept some locks within his fingers, bringing to place a kiss against it.

The moment doused him in a form of peace, a momentary escape from the clutches of work and abysmal stress. His legs tangled with yours, not wanting the afternoon to end.

—TETCHŌ

" Lay against me."

The words had left him naturally almost nonchalantly had it not been for the sweet smile that gave way to his placid intentions.

" You look tired, I have some free time." His hand patted against his lap, punctuating his words whilst being terribly oblivious to his own deepening cheeks.

When it was evident he wasn't going to withdraw his statement, you gently situated yourself against his build, head cushioned right on his sternum. Calloused fingers slipped beneath the hem of your clothing, drawing contours along the bare skin in fluid motions. His thumb lightly brushed along your spine, his touch containing a tincture of zeal.

It was impossible to keep yourself awake, not with Tetchō murmuring sweet nothings in a silky voice, his words of "I love you" soft in the quieting room. His voice was gentle, considerate to your drowsy person but mixed with a tone of fondness that he had always expressed to you in.

Even as you found yourself deep in the clutches on your subconscious, his syrupy words persisted perpetually. His eyes were glazed in a layer of undisputed solace, golden irses diluting in what could only be described as undying admiration.

He shuddered lightly whenever you shifted in his arms, but his muscles remained slacken and even lazily wrapped around your waist. He relished being in your presence, even in the silence it leeched a form of warmth unmatched to the sunlight pouring through the windows.

Tetchō was sure to remain stagnant amongst your slumber, only moving to push aside your straying hairs and maneuver a kiss to your temples. The moment was shrouded in a cloud of bliss, his reverence scribed with gentle features akin to an awestruck child entranced by things on a screen.

He would like to do this more often, he reckoned, letting you sleep against him when granted such opportunities. When you wake up, he'll be sure to spoil you with a good meal. And many kisses too.

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A/n; This is self-indulgent, I've been taking too many naps lately (im gonna take another one rn, bestios :])

Um I kinda made them all soft oopsie

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' NEVER LEAVE ,,

|| pairings: hawks x reader / keigo takami x reader

|| warning: hurt/comfort [keigo does the comforting]

|| word count: 0.6k

Today's been hard, like really genuinely hard. No- scratch that, these past few WEEKS have been hard. Your classes have been going terribly, it feels as if you're failing every class.. And god forbid you're excited to see your friends for a few minutes. But turns out, they all went out to get drinks without you!

Tears burning at the corner of your eyes, saying your little mantra of 'Just make it back home, just make it back home, just make it back home.' Trying to push the bubbling overwhelming feeling of just an overflow of sadness crashing down on you as if a wave.

It was fine too, Keigo was gonna be on patrol, and by the time you were done sobbing your eyes out, he'd be back! And you could act as if nothing had happen.

The second you opened and shut the door behind you, you put your back against the wall and started crying. Not overly loud, nor dramatic, but you definitely weren't holding back sobs.

However, one, iiiiitty bitty tiny thing had thrown a wrench in your plan. Keigo, your ever loving boyfriend of the past few years, had decided to surprise you with a nice home cooked meal. He'd felt bad for being away so much! With how many missions his supreriors had given him, he felt bad for neglecting his lovely lover. The second he heard you open and shut the door, his heart leaped at the idea of having a romantic dinner at home.. But it soon fell as he heard you cry.

In a flash he was right in front of you, his soft hands on your shoulders as he stared at you in worry. His bushy brows furrowed as he tried to calm you.

"Baby?" He said quietly. "Baby, what's wrong, fuck- are you okay?? Are you hurt??"

You shook your head quickly as you palmed at your eyes, as if trying to force the tears back in. Oh, but Keigo's voice. With his sweet and hushed tone made you feel safe, much too safe. Enough to the fact you couldn't stop sobbing.

With a strong pull and a few flaps of his wings, Keigo flew you into the living room and kept you hugged on the couch. His wings engulfing your full presence.

For a few moments, you stayed like that. Keigo keeping you warm, making small circles at the small of your back as you cried wet patches into his shirt. Tugging and clawing at him, as if trying to keep him as close to you as possible. Scared that he'd disappear within moments.

Yet, he never did. He stayed, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"You're okay, baby," He whispered. "It's okay. I'm right here.. I'm so proud of you, y'know? You're doing amazing, I love you so much. I-"

"You wouldn't leave me, right?" It was a quick and cut question, you barely stuttered as you uttered those words.

"What?"

".. You wouldn't leave me.. Right?"

Keigo pulled away from you and cupped your face in his hands, his brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at your eyes. His honey suckled ones bearing into yours..

"Why do you think- I would never-" He took a deep breath before restarting. His forehead resting against yours as he spoke quietly. "I'll never, in a million years, leave you. I love you too damn much to. You're my entire world, and you deserve everything. I'll never leave you, I never want to leave you. You're everything, my love."

Your winged boyfriend spoke with such conviction, every word said with the most emotion. It wasn't like the words he said on TV. The ones manufactured to be the perfect hero. But these were words of a boyfriend who loved you so fucking much. Someone who claimed to never leave..

And who never went back on his words.

|| mannnnn ive been so busy and tonight felt like eeextra shit, so ya'll are getting small comfort fic !! thumbs up