#and. hmm. im trying to think if there are any others i would count in that class of characters. the exclusive little club...

[thinkinonsense]

old!logan and his obsession with the cute diner girl *mdni

a/n: this is my first attempt at writing something smutty so if it sucks im sorry lmao also if any writers have any tips please share! :)

logan has been around for long enough to know when a woman is attracted to him. there was a certain essence given off that was always a dead giveaway. usually it came from women close to the age he looked like and it tended to be brief moments of lust before all hope was lost. this was until he met you.

the pretty young girl working at the diner during her time off from college. everyday, he came in and ordered a black coffee. the coffee wasn't even that good but logan would spend two dollars every single day of his life if it came with the view of you bending over in that tiny uniform skirt.

logan would watch you for hours while he drank and skimmed the news paper alone in a booth. your hair was always up in either a ponytail or held together with a hair clip. he loved seeing your pretty handwriting as you scribbled on your notepad, taking orders. it was part of your job to be nice to everyone but you were especially nice to him. even your friends began to notice how you would linger by his table, constantly topping off his coffee mug and making small talk; sometimes giving him a slice of cherry pie on the house.

"don't you think he's kinda old for you?" one of your friends whispers to you behind the counter.

it's stung but you suppose she had a point. what would a man old enough to be your father want with a young wild girl like yourself?

"i-i guess so?" you stuttered, embarrassed at your previous attempt at flirting with him.

the rest of the night, you hoped he would leave before close so you could have some time alone with your feelings. summer was almost over and you would go back to the city soon. it was time to forget these silly fantasizes.

by ten, all the other waitresses went home except you, the older woman in the back who counted the drawer every night, and a few of the cooks. the only customer still there was logan. he flipped through one of the books he brought with him; still sipping away at that damn coffee.

"isn't it getting a little late for you, sweetheart?" he asked nonchalantly, not even looking up at you as you bent over to scrub the table next to his. the fifth table you've cleaned in the last hour and the second time you've cleaned that specific table. logan noticed but you didn't.

"need the hours." you mumble, frustrated by a stubborn stain. all logan could focus on was your scrunched nose and how your tight top pushed your boobs together just right for his viewing. "college is fucking expensive plus grants and scholarships only cover so much."

"hmm.." logan grunts. grants? scholarship? what a goody fucking two shoes, logan thought to himself. "if you bring me piece of pie, i think i can help you out."

you lean off the table and go get what's left in the glass container. it's probably a little hard so you definitely didn't plan on charging him for it. you sit the plate down in front of him and before you could turn around to walk away, logan reaches for your wrist softly.

"join me." he offers.

you knew you shouldn't but what was really the harm? at least your friends weren't here to make fun of you. the radio played quietly on an older station while you watched logan take a bite of the pie.

"why did your friends leave you here alone?" he asked, watching your face turn sour at the memory of them.

"don't wanna talk about it." your voice was small in the empty diner.

"why? think an old man like me can't relate to it?" logan chuckles. your thighs squeeze together without thinking. so much for not embarrassing yourself.

"no, no, not that." you shake your head and a strand of hair falls from your bun. "just sort of juvenile, you know?"

logan could tell that you were trying to come off more mature around him. you didn't want him to see you as some college kid.

"juvenile, how?" he eggs on, pushing down his glasses a bit.

god, those glasses got to you; and logan knew it.

"they don't understand how i feel about someone." you sigh.

"how do you feel about this person?" logan noticed you now avoiding his gaze, not liking it one bit. "eyes on me, princess."

the nickname caught you off guard like a dear in headlight; blinking and trembling up at logan. something logan enjoyed very much and could get used to.

"it's not important, just some stupid crush." you lie through your teeth. "they will forget about me in a month."

"why don't you think it'll work?" he cocks his head to the side a bit. "you're a pretty young thing, dollface. anyone of those college boys would be lucky to be wrapped around your little finger."

"i don't want college boys." you mumble, slightly annoyed by the memory of your friends.

logan felt himself getting hard at you admitting you had a taste for someone older. his eyes grew dark as he leaned in a little over the table.

"then what do you want?"

your moment to answer was interrupted by the older woman from the back, releasing you to go home for the evening. this was your chance to get up and leave before you admitted anything else that you would regret.

both of you stood up. logan threw down some cash while you went to collect your stuff behind the counter.

"i'll see you tomorrow, lo-"

"you didn't answer the question."

"i must go now if i want to catch the last train."

logan worried about you taking the train back to your apartment alone this late at night. usually you drive back but your car has been in the shop for almost three days now. he would watch you get to your car every night to make sure you were safe.

"i can drive you home." logan offers.

you shouldn't be this excited to be sitting in a strangers truck alone at night but here you were. the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before logan brought up the conversation from the diner again. what did you even want?

"i want someone who understands me..." you begin rattling off the first things that come to mind when you notice logan's hand on your knee. you don't dare move.

"someone who is responsible..." with every word, his hand creeps higher and higher up your skirt. logan is more than pleased when he notices your legs spread on their own.

"someone who is m-mature..." logan's fingers inch towards the delicate skin of your inner thigh. there's no way this was happening, you thought as his index finger plays with the lace on the center of your pink underwear. he smirked at the wet spot front and center, waiting for him.

"treats me r-r-right." every word was a struggle to form as he stroked you softly. back and forth. back and forth.

logan nods along, not letting up down below. his index finger hooks onto your underwear, pulling it aside. you weren't even sure if you were breathing at this point; all this teasing was torture.

"p-p-please, logan..." you whine. "touch me."

his thumb rubs tiny circles on your button, adoring the way his name pours from your glossy lips. your hands fly to his wrists, needing more; nails digging into his skin in the most delicious way.

"where did this greediness come from?" logan groans, dipping his index finger inside of you. "what happened to that good girl from the diner?"

logan's finger barely fit in the tight space. your head fell back and a loud moan escaped you.

"oh, you weren't letting those college boys touch you at all, huh?" logan mocks, adding another finger and creating a steady pace.

"n-no!" you whine, lifting your hips a little.

"you were waiting for a real man to have his way with you, isn't that right, pretty girl?" he growls, pushing your hips back down.

you completely missed logan pulling off to the side of the road until now. his pace increases becoming rather rough now that he isn't driving. logan leaves deep purple bruises down your neck and across your chest, praising you to no end until you gush around his fingers, completely soaking his palm.

your heart pounded like you had just finished a marathon. logan allowed you to catch your breath as he carefully removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to lick clean. he can feel your dazy eyes staring at him as he does so, making a real show of it.

"i've been wanting to do that for months now." he admits with a smirk.

"me too." you said, leaning forward and pulling him into a kiss; tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. logan wraps his hands around your hair, pulling you back a little when another moan falls from your lips.

"and we aren't even close to being done."

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking about an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

tw: yandere and manipulative behavior

about a week has passed since you collapsed. after reading the letters, your parents insisted that you should reply with a short note stating that you had recovered. eventually you caved, concerned about the contents of the letters this... guy sent you, but not enough that you felt particularly threatened.

less than a week later, an oliver northwood appeared unannounced near the gated entrance of your family's estate.

everyone was caught off guard, but he was let in regardless. your parents were the count and countess of the land you resided in, but he was the son of a marquis. this placed him at a higher rank then your family. plus, the both of you had been friends since childhood, so your parents caved even with the sudden intrusion.

after he entered, you find yourself sitting in awkward silence having an impromptu tea party with him in the estate's garden.

"so uh, it feels like its been so long since we've seen each other" he said.

"yes... it has" you replied

"are you feeling better?"

"yes i am..."

following this short interaction was about three minutes of silence. he had seemed so... energetic in his letters, but in person he appears much more reserved.

"um... you seem different"

you felt your chest start pounding. your thoughts start rushing while you try to keep your face neutral. it hasnt even been 10 minutes and hes already figured out who you actually were? is he going to expose me? no, that would make him look crazy...

as you started spiraling he spoke up again, "it almost feels like you are a different person" he pauses before continuing, "your parents said that you were having some trouble with your memory... do you... not... remember me?"

this snapped you out of your thoughts, he had figured out that you were, in fact, a different person, while giving you a potential way out.

"oh im so sorry... my memory has been spotty, i didnt want to be rude. honestly i couldnt even remember who i was when i woke up, hehe~" you mentally screamed at yourself because he did NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!

your thoughts were interrupted by his response, "oh im... sorry, that sounds awful." you saw fragments of a sly smile and a darkness in his eyes for a split second. the shift in expression disappeared so quickly you thought that you had imagined it.

he continues, "do you want me to try to fill in the gaps?"

"please do..." you reply.

"hmm.. ill start from the beginning." his eyes shift to make direct eye contact you. while he appears with soft eyes and a small smile, something about his expression feels a little unsettling. "well for starters, we have been friends since we were little. my parents are the marquis and marquess of the land just west of here. they had known each other for a while and had children around the same time, so they introduced us!"

his smiled widened as he continued speaking, "although we were only friends as children, as we got older we ended up becoming lovers!!"

the look of shock on your face didn't seem to surprise him. you begun trying to string words together into a coherent sentence when he follows up his previous statement.

"although... no one knows right now, we were keeping it secret to... avoid drawing unnecessary attention." the last part was spoken quickly and softly, making him sound unsure.

he takes your hand, "please love, i know you may not remember, but i have no problem waiting for you to fall in love with me."

"or... fall in love with me again i mean, hehe~"

should there be a part three?

feel free to drop in my inbox to ask any questions about him!!

[b1eedthefreak]

im so happy to see you posting so much, i love your works queen, can we see more of cutie jealous daryl but now in season 1? where reader got really friends with glenn and one day glenn tell her how much daryl stare at him whenever he dares to get close to reader, so at the end she just cuddle daryl and kiss the grumpy away from him?🥰

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⌇daryl dixon x reader

⌇summary: daryl was never the jealous type, or so you thought

⌇warnings: just fluff!

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Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Daryl’s never been the jealous type. Never had to be. But when you and Glenn start getting a little too close for his comfort, Daryl finds himself feeling something he’s never really felt before. Of course, he’d never admit it… until you make him.

Glenn was your friend. That was it. Just Glenn. The two of you had been spending more time together lately, sure, but it wasn’t anything new. You’d known each other since the beginning of all this apocalypse mess, survived side by side, fought walkers together, patched each other up after bad runs. He was easy to be around, funny in a way that made the weight of the world a little lighter.

And Daryl? Daryl was yours. Had been long before the world went to hell. Before walkers and all the bullshit that came after. You’d been his and he’d been yours, even if he wasn’t the type to shout it from the rooftops. He didn’t need to. The way he held you at night, the way his hand would linger on your back, the soft tilt of his head when he’d look at you like you were the only damn thing left worth fighting for, that was louder than any words.

Daryl wasn’t the jealous type.

Or so you thought.

The night had been a blur after that place, the CDC, that was it. The false hope, the cold slap of reality when Jenner locked you all in, the explosion that followed. It had been a hell of a night. You and Glenn, after it was all said and done, found an old stash of booze. Neither of you could handle your liquor for shit, but that didn’t stop you from drinking.

“You know,” Glenn had said, slurring just a little as he leaned back against the crumbling wall, “I think Daryl hates me.”

You snorted, swirling the whiskey in your cup. “Daryl doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t hate anybody.”

Glenn squinted, his brow furrowed like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “No, dude. I’m serious. Have you ever noticed how he looks at me when we hang out?”

You blinked, tilting your head. “What do you mean?”

He gestured wildly. “Like. Full death stare. He looks me up and down like he’s picturing exactly how he’d kill me. Like, I’ll say something funny and you’ll laugh and then boom, there’s Daryl, staring at me like breathing near you is a personal offense.”

You laughed at the idea. Daryl? Jealous? He barely knew how to be soft in public, let alone petty.

But later that day, you caught him. Just for a second. Glenn had said something dumb, probably another crack about the apocalypse dating scene, and you laughed, bumping his shoulder, and there it was. That glance. Sharp, assessing, lingering a beat too long. Not quite angry, but not indifferent, either.

Huh.

So maybe Glenn wasn’t entirely wrong.

Night fell fast, and with the generator power cut after dark, the old house the group was squatting in went still. Your room was small, barely enough space for the bed and a busted dresser, but it was safe. It was yours. And he was already there when you came in, sitting on the edge of the bed, boots still on, picking at the laces.

“Hey baby,” you greeted softly, shutting the door behind you.

His gruff hum was all you got in return, low and noncommittal.

You crossed the room, toes barely making a sound on the worn floorboards. Slipping between his knees, you placed your hands on his thighs, fingers curling over the rough fabric of his jeans. “Hmm?” he echoed, still not looking up.

“I saw you today.” You said it lightly, but it was a loaded statement.

One of his eyebrows twitched, but he kept his head down. “Yeah? Think I was with ya all day, darlin’.”

You smiled. So stubborn. “I saw the way you were looking at Glenn.”

That got his attention. His head lifted, his eyes narrowing just a hair. “Ain’t looked at him no kinda way.”

You leaned in, your smile turning smug. “Oh, really? So you didn’t spend the entire day trying to set him on fire with your eyes every time he so much as stood next to me?”

He huffed, a sharp exhale through his nose, going back to picking at his bootlaces. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

You laughed softly, stepping even closer until your knees bumped his. You cupped his face, tilting his chin up so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. “Daryl Dixon, you’re jealous.”

His face twisted, not quite into a scowl, but definitely into that familiar ‘don’t start with me’ look. “Ain’t jealous,” he grumbled.

“You are,” you teased, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “My big, tough man’s all worked up over sweet little Glenn.” Another kiss, softer this time, right over the other side of his jaw. “That’s adorable.”

He shifted, clearly flustered, but not pulling away. “Ain’t nothin’ adorable ‘bout it. Just don’t like him makin’ you laugh so damn much.”

That made you pause. You pulled back slightly to see him better, your hands still cradling his face. His eyes had softened, his frown less fierce now. “Is that what this is about? Daryl, he’s just my friend. You know that.”

“Don’t mean I gotta like it.” His fingers twitched, unsure of themselves, but eventually came to rest on your waist. His touch was warm, grounding. “You’re mine. Always been. Don’t like folks forgettin’ that.”

Your heart softened at that. You leaned in, kissing him again, this time taking your time, letting your lips linger against his. “No one could ever forget that. Least of all me.”

He exhaled, some of the tension bleeding out of him as his arms came up, wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His chin dipped, pressing to your shoulder as you threaded your fingers into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

“I love you.” you whispered, your tone teasing but full of affection.

He huffed against your neck, the ghost of a smile curling his lips. “I’m funnier than Glenn, y’know.”

You snorted, your laughter muffled against his shoulder. “Oh, yeah? That so?”

“Yeah.” He pulled back just enough to look at you, a rare smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Glenn’s jokes’re shit. I’m hilarious.”

You giggled, giving him a playful squeeze. “Alright Daryl. You’re the funniest man alive.”

“Damn right.”

You shifted, climbing into bed beside him, curling into his side as his arm wrapped around you instinctively. His chest was solid beneath your cheek, rising and falling with each steady breath. For all his gruffness, for all his rough edges, this was Daryl at his softest. Just for you.

As your eyes fluttered closed, you felt his lips brush against your forehead, the gentlest of kisses pressed there. You smiled against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

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[mysicklove]

megumi & mouth inspections

fuck guys u know how weird i am about my inspections/mouth kinks 😔😔

cw: aged up character, weird stuff, drool, gagging, mentions of yuuji x megumi (reader is just being a tease), implications of anal fingering, unedited bc i am lazy and have hw to do

"I didn't do anything, I swear!" the dark haired man bites, glaring at you from beneath his long eyelashes. You press his cheeks together, pinning his jaw in between your thumb and pointer finger. He wears a pink twinge on his face, humiliated by the position he is in. But you find it cute, so you dont release your hold, no matter how much he squirms.

You frown at your boyfriend, shaking your head. "You were gone all day; how am I to believe you? You're lucky I am not checking your other hole for any signs of abuse." He fumes a dark red at this, blinking owlishly at the lewd words and gripping at his pants.

You knew Megumi would never dare to find another, but he found himself aroused by you being possessive over him, so these type of things were common between the two of you.

"Open your mouth."

He pauses for a minute, looking away, before cringing when you press harder on his jaw, close to bruising his poor pale skin. Then ever so slightly, the man opens his mouth, barely glancing at you.

You dig two of your fingers into his mouth immediately, and his eyes fly open in shock, gagging from how quick you put them in. They trail along his teeth as if to count each of his molars, and you press your thumbs on his gums.

When you peer back at his face, your lover has tears in his eyes, a natural response to be prodded and poked at. They are glassy and big and he tries to scowl at you, hating the uncomfortable sensation, but he cant seem to do it correctly. And so, he just waits, gripping onto your forearm while you continue to play with his mouth. He prays he doesnt drool, too much at least.

Your two digits go deeper into his mouth, now focusing on the roof of it. He gags and is forced to follow your fingers as they tilt his chin upward.

"Thats it," you murmur, dramatically trying to peer into his mouth like you really could see if anything was amiss. His eyes hold a glaze to them, satified at having his small oral fixation fufilled. You dont miss the way he tries to badically suck on your fingers

When you grow bored of the top of his mouth, you move alon to press your now saliva coated fingers onto his tongue. Then, your eyes flicker to his dark ones. "You have kept your tongue to yourself, hmm?"

He always kissed with a little too much tongue when he gets desperate enough, and so at the implication he blushes and tries to shake his head, but it only makes him choke a cough. "Y-Yes, pwomise!"

"Good boy. Y'know I cant be too sure, especially with the way Itadori has been eyeing you..."

He whines, loud and dramatic, before trying once agains to shake his head. Drool begins to dribble down his chin and you eye it but make no move to wipe it off - he looks prettier when he is a mess. "Hes not!" Megumi warbles, being geniune. He didnt even know if his best friend even liked men in that way. You were just trying to get a rise out of him.

"Im not so sure," you sigh, finally pulling your fingers away. Megumi immediately begins to heave, finally getting his precious oxygen back. He wipes his tears, and then his mouth, before gulping and looking back at you.

You go silent for a moment, thinking about something, and the man begins to squirm. "I think I need to do a full body check."

The tips of his ear burns and he shakes his head. "N-No, I-I-. Your not going to...."

You grin at him, pressing your lips to his saliva coated ones before pulling away and saying, "Turn around Megumi."

[allmylifemyseasons]

Goodnight and Go~ Choi Yeonjun

synopsis: Yeonjun hates parting at night or... peeks of y/n's and yeonjun's relationship underneath the night sky.

pairing: College student! Choi Yeonjun x afab! reader

song: Goodnight and Go - Imogen heap (lost the plot halfway through, but point is, they are DOWN BAD for each other, Yeonjun more, and they are sickly sweet which the song is too, so... a win is a win.)

warnings- none? not really a plot... just moments of the relationship... mostly fluff/comfort, CHEESINESS (SELF INDLUGING), yeonjun being head over heel for you, just sickly sweet im telling ya... mentions of sexual acts but none performed (not there yet sadly)

( AND PROBABLY BAD WRITING BUT WE FINISHED A STORY SO?????? I WIN), OH FORGOT TO SAY.... it's also unedited....

Word count: 4.8k (ha...)

A/N: Hello! this is my first work on here, and honestly its a bit of a mess, but I made a new years resolution that id start writing more and posting it, and I just spent a couple of hours writing non stop... Please give me constructive criticism, I need rejection therapy LMAO, no but really, I want to be good so bad...

Yeonjun rubs his hands together and blows his hot breath in between them, trying to defrost his frozen fingers, and it works but only for a bit. He watches that same air crystalize in front of him as he thinks of what else to say. You both stood by your door now, the front yard light was dim but shined brightly enough to see the blush across both of your faces. He was desperate for the night to continue, he wanted to hear you talk until the end of time, be around you until the sun came up, but he notices the shiver your body does everytime the wind blows. 

Yeonjun had seen you around before asking you on a date. It was one of those weird moments in cheesy rom coms, where you just wouldn't stop spawning everywhere he went. All throughout campus, you would appear, with the brightest smile he'd ever seen. You were always laughing, always smiling, always speaking with such enthusiasm in a conversation. When he finally put a voice to the smile, after sitting in the only chair left available in a class you shared, Yeonjun understood why those around you carried the same smile around, even after parting from you. Yeonjun had never felt as listened to as much as he did in the first conversation you had and the ones following it. He wondered just exactly how you did it, to make any person that spoke to you, the most important person in the world.You were addicting to be around, a source of comfort and laughter. When he finally got the courage to ask you out, a day before fall semester ended, he felt the clouds push back as you smiled softly, for the first time looking nervously everywhere else before saying yes, a twinkle shined in your eye, like a disney movie and he felt absolutely captivated from there on. 

“Um, anyways, thanks for dinner tonight,” You say looking directly up at him, your eyes shined with hope as if you were expecting something. You clear your throat before continuing, “and thanks for the jacket.” 

You begin to peel it off your shoulders: 

“Now, please put it on before your future cold gets worse,”

“Pfft, what cold? Ill be fine~”He smirks confidently, waving a dismissive hand as he bunches up his jacket to prove a point. 

“I can't wait to say I told you so.” you tease. 

“You wish, in fact I'm gonna be so fine, I'm hoping I can see you again? Maybe before the weekend ends? Friday? There's that new spiderman movie… ” Anything. He thinks to himself. He doesn't worry about looking too desperate, it truly doesn't bother him to show you that he wants you, bad, because he really does. 

“Hmm… okay let's make a deal. If you're feeling fine by this Friday, you get to pick the movie. If youre sick, I pick it…” A win-win. He smirks, “...after you get better…” His smile drops. 

“Ugh..” He rolls his eyes playfully before sticking his hand out, “...deal.” He makes a mental note to take vitamins before heading to bed. 

You shake his hand as a giggle falls from your lips. 

You're surrounded by an awkward silence again, you're no longer looking at him but literally anywhere else. He knows what you're waiting for, and honestly he wants it too. Your lips, that were tinted and glossed, had been distracting him all night, but he was nervous. Yeonjun had always been someone who moved fast, always quick to jump the rope. In the past, he would have walked right on in on the first date and would've stayed the night, and the relationships themselves would move quickly to the point that things would get messy and things were not fully thought through. He didn't want to do that with you, he didn't want to ruin this. But was a kiss considered slow? Fast? He didn't have enough time to mull it over. 

“Um, so yeah let me know…” You chuckle awkwardly, reaching back for the handle of the door. There's still hope in your eyes until he speaks up. 

“I will, thanks for coming out with me tonight, y/n” Yeonjun steps backwards, feeling regret rush through his body. He thinks it might overcome him before he catches a genuine smile on your face, “Goodnight, Jun.” 

“Goodnight.” He watches you walk in before walking back to his car, where he dwells on the sweet image of your smile. 

Your lips. God, your lips.

 He should've done it, what's fast about a kiss? The look you gave him replays in his mind, flutters breaking out in his stomach over and over again each time. The regret is making him move ten times slower and distracts him well enough that he doesn't notice the moving figure circling around his car to the driver's side window. 

The knock makes him jump. He rolls his window down, looking awfully confused because here you were, kneeling down to his level, with a nervous look. 

“Y/N? Are you okay? Did you forget something?” 

You stare at him for a bit, “Um, yeah, j-just this…” You lean forward hesitant before landing a quick peck on his lips. It happened so fast Yeonjun barely had time to feel your lips pressed on his, but he felt them, they were on there. He notices the nervous look as you wait patiently for his reaction and it makes him break into a smile. Who knew being on the same page felt so good? 

He reaches your face with both of his hands to bring you back to him, this time keeping your lips on his for longer than a peck, and they feel much softer than they looked, and he was able to taste the leftover sweetness of the slice of cake you shared, he can't believe he said goodnight before doing this. He can't believe he lived a whole life before your lips.

The wind picks up and he feels you shiver once again, and he remembers that its winter and you ran out in your dress and a thin cardigan. He lets go, not before pecking your lips once more, and smiles up at you, the blush on your cheeks were his doing and he's feeling really good about that. 

“Okay, for real now, goodnight.” You giggle before tightening your cardigan and running back inside. 

He watches you scurry in, and he drives off, the faint feeling of your lips are as present as the permanent smile on his lips that night. 

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“Are you sure there’s nothing more I can help you with, Mrs. L/N?” Yeonjun stands by the open door, leaning against the wall, using it as support as he fits his foot in his shoe. The table was cleared and the dishes were washed, yet he felt like he could stay longer if needed. 

Yeonjun loved your family home. Everything reminded him of you, from the smell to the style to every single picture on the wall having either a call back to stories he remembers you telling him or a younger version of you in them. It made it feel like you, and it was hard to leave every time. 

“You've done more than enough, sweetie. Thank you.” Your mother replies leaning to give him a tight hug and an affectionate squeeze on the cheek before heading to the living room. 

“Y/N, dont forget to lock the door once youre back inside.” 

“Got it!” You respond back, closing the door behind you as you both step out to the refreshing breeze of a summer night. The buzzing of the insects filled the silence as Yeonjun turned back to you. 

“Thank you, sweetie.” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Oo, someone jealous~” 

“Am not!” 

“Its okay, baby. I won't steal your mom.” He ruffles the top of your head before leaning into your embrace. 

“You wouldn't succeed anyways~” It came out muffled that he could barely understand it, making him chuckle lightly. 

He knew he had to leave soon, you both had class in the morning. Yet in your warmth, it made it so hard to care about anything other than the feeling of your head in his chest. 

“Dont go.” You say softly. Once again, it's like you were in his head.

“Mmm, We have class tomorrow though, and you have that exam, i'm only gonna distract you.” He hated to be the responsible one in these circumstances but you had been nervous about this class and he knew better than to fall for the temptation of staying and not allowing you to study. 

“Ugh.. Please dont remind me.” You rub your face on his chest before stepping back and he looks at you with an amused face. 

“Are you picking me up tomorrow?” 

“Duh.” 

“Okay. Can we go to that one cafe with the fluffy cheesecakes after?” 

He nods before pulling on your fingers, leaning in for a kiss. 

“Goodnight, Baby~” He says in between kisses.

“Night, Junie~” You turn to go, your hand being the last thing lingering on him, before you feel back. He grabs your face gently bringing you in for a second kiss. 

“Goodnight, Baby~” He says again, a small smile playing on his lips as he pecks you twice. 

This brings a small laugh out of you. 

“Goodnight, Junie~” You drag out before turning around again, only to again feel a pull back, this time his hands slip and pull your long sleeve instead. 

“Yeonjun!” You laugh out, his lips once again attaching themselves to you. 

“Okay, okay, forreal goodnight” He laughs too, his hands closing in behind your head, bringing you in for what should have been the final kiss of the night. He feels your smiles in the kiss fade as he keeps you in the kiss for a bit, he can feel the soft sigh you let out and he feels dizzy from it. Yeonjun breaks the kiss, landing pecks before leaning back slightly, your head still in his hands. The warmth spreads across his face, down to his chest and he can't tell if the buzzing is coming from the insects anymore or from his heart.  What he can tell, is that you're feeling it too as he watches how your half lidded eyes continue to stare at him, so full of adoration and love he almost feels shy by them. 

“I love you” He whispers, watching you carefully for any sign of a reaction. He thinks he might have read the room wrong, until he watches your eyes widen and sparkle cartoonishly, a smile breaking wide on your face. 

“I love you too.” He takes a moment to process your response before leaning down to touch foreheads and Yeonjun feels an explosion of emotions in him, like fireworks being set off all over his body. 

“Good.” He says trying to play it off as not a big deal. But he can't play off the crack in his voice. You giggle. 

“Shut up,” You push him gently and Yeonjun can't help but just stare at you, “Goodnight, Baby. I love you~” He loves the enjoyment in your eyes as you say it.

“I love you too. Good night~” And just like the night of your first date, and almost every week since it happened 6 months ago, he watches you walk towards the door. 

“Okay! Goodnight! Go already!” You laugh from the door. “Text me when you're home!”

———

Yeonjun watches you from the corner of his eye at the way you run a hand through your hair, standing across from him, your arms crossed. Your parents weren't home, and they wouldn't be for the whole weekend, something that was often celebrated between the two of you, spent in each other’s arms, in each other's beds, but right now Yeonjun sat slumped on the couch. He spent the past five minutes in silence trying to figure out how to direct the conversation, but he felt like you were both losing patience with each other, and he hated the feeling. 

“Y/N. Can you please just sit with me?” 

He watches you stand there for a moment before walking towards him. Arguments weren’t common enough to know how to have a healthy one. Words and accusations have been thrown, and Yeonjun wants to put an end to it before it gets worse. 

It started with a light stray, just a small comment from you that caught him off guard. 

“You can go, I don't mind staying home.” you lean facing the island as you watch the water of the sink hit the drain, steam rising up makes you turn the faucet handle the other direction before Yeonjun puts his hands in boiling water. 

“What? No, come on, it'll be fun.” he rubs your back as he stacks the dishes in the sink. 

“Right, because being stuck in a corner is fun.” From the look on your face, the soft chuckle that escapes your lips, he knew you didn't mean anything provoking about it, but he couldn't help but believe there was deeper meaning behind it. 

“What's that supposed to mean?” He no longer focused on the dishes. 

“Huh? Nothing? I just mean like sometimes your friends' parties aren't fun. ” 

“But we already said we’d go? I don't want to back out now.” 

“Then go, baby. We don't both have to be there. I'm sure they won't even notice I'm not there.” 

“Of course they'll notice! Chaewon and Soob are gonna be so bummed you're not there. I'm gonna be bummed you're not there” 

“Jun, I really don't want to spend the one weekend having the house to myself, at someone else's house. I'm tired, I'm on my period and the last thing I want to do is drink and have the bass booming in my ears. If you really wanna go, it's fine. You should go.” You were getting frustrated, he could tell but the feeling was throwing him out on a loop. 

Yeonjun felt like something was off. Have you always felt this way about the parties you’d go to? Had it had something to do with his friends? With him? 

“Come on, I always go to your parties, come to mine.” It hadn't occurred to him how pushy he sounded, but the idea of leaving you home alone didn't sit right with him. 

“No one asks you to go though.” 

“You don't have to ask me, I do things without needing to be begged.” it hits him. He's saying the wrong things, but it's too late, because you're giving him a look of total shock. 

“You don't have to beg me. I don't want to go. And even more so now that I'm being forced out of guilt.” 

“I didn't mean it like that.” 

“It doesn't matter what you meant. It's how it came out.” 

The argument only escalated from there. What started out as a simple rejection evolved to a yelling match and ended with Yeonjun slamming the door on his way out. No ‘goodnight’, no goodnight kiss, just the fall wind making it hard to walk out into the night. 

Yeonjun thinks he might have been overdoing things, overestimating the meaning behind your words, but it was hard to be sure, when you always hid behind them. Yeonjun couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to it. And now leaving you alone in an empty house sent a wave of regret and sadness throughout his bones. Yeonjun hated saying goodnight to you, hated  that he had to settle on kissing you, settle on the faint ghosting feeling of your lips on his before he went to bed, but preferred it over this feeling anyday and now he royally fucked it up for the night and had to suffer through it. 

He wouldn't be able to even enjoy the party with the thought of you angry at him. He wouldn't be able to focus on the conversations nor enjoy the drinks with the memory of your furrowed eyebrows playing in a loop. 

He only made it two blocks away before he turned back, and headed back to you. He found you in the kitchen with teary eyes and soapy foam on your hands. The water running filled the dead air around you.

When Yeonjun finally makes his presence known, you're quick to look back down.

The silence that surrounds you now, as he gets you to sit beside him, has him questioning how he can fix this. 

His hand is hesitant in reaching for yours, and you move it closer to him to reassure him that it was okay to grab it. Thank god. He thought. 

“I'm sorry for everything I've said,” He rubs your palm looking at you focus on your hand, “I shouldn't be forcing you to do anything you don't want to do, it's not a big deal if you miss a couple of my friends parties, we don't have to go to every single one, i'm sorry i wasn't thinking about you. I like having you there and being around me and when you hangout with my friends I feel good, like all my favorite people are in one room. I think that just made me become a little selfish.” He joins you in watching how his thumb presses into your skin. You nod. 

Silence overcomes the both of you again, before you break it next. 

“I'm sorry too. I don't mean to be mean, I think my words just come out that way before I can think them through and I really need to work on that. You're not selfish for wanting that, but sometimes I just get tired of going out all the time.” He feels you holding back again, not being able to voice what was bothering you.

“Is it the ‘going out’ that's really bothering you? Or might it be something else?” It dawns on him that he can just ask. The tension had been disappearing by the minute, you pulled your hand away from him and hid your face. 

“I dont want to sound clingy…” 

“Hey, you won't. I swear.” 

You rub your hand over your face. Yeonjun hopes that the hand he places on your back soothes you at least a bit. 

“Sometimes you just feel really dismissive at parties. Like yeah we showed up together and you've introduced me to your friends and they know me and they're so nice, but in the first 10 minutes, you're like gone. I just start to feel abandoned. You don't have to babysit me, it's not what I'm saying you know? It's just like I feel left out, and maybe it's on me, maybe I just have to put myself out there and put in the effort to be friends with your friends, but youre kinda like my way in ya know? I was lucky that Soobin and Chaewon are in some of my classes for the semester, and we got closer that way. But once they leave, it's so hard to get close to you or keep up with you.  I'm sorry if this sounds annoying, I know its sou-” 

Yeonjun was dumbfounded. How could he have made you feel that way and never noticed? 

Right, because being stuck in a corner is fun. How stupid could he have possibly been. 

He felt his throat closing in. He cuts off your apologetic rant. 

“No. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm so sorry I never noticed I would do that, I can't believe I didn't. You're right. I'm so sorry, y/n. Please forgive me. I hadn't realized that's what you meant. I won't be doing that ever again. I swear. Believe me.” he doesn't know what else to do other than spur out apologies. 

“Its okay. Really. I guess I know you get so caught up in having fun..” 

“Stop. Please don't justify it. I love you. I'm so sorry.” he grabs your hand and kisses your palm. 

“It's okay, thank you for listening. I love you too~” You chuckle a bit, your eyes no longer teary as they are replaced by a look of amusement. 

“We're pretty good at this argument and resolution thing, no?” You say after another small moment of silence. Yeonjun laughs. The tension is gone, chests are feeling lighter and the air is no longer still around you as Yeonjun wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back to rest on the cushions. He's already thinking of all the ways he can make up for his mistake.

“Definitely not, but we got time to work on it.” He kisses your head. 

“It's a good start, atleast~” You laugh, leaning into his arms. 

The heater turns on, and the position you're both in feels so comfortable neither of you want to move. Especially Yeonjun as he catches a glance at the clock, 11:40pm.

“So… Do I have to say ‘goodnight’ tonight?” In his head, he knows the answer. Yet, he still asks, wanting to feel reassured, feeling an invisible new boundary he wants only you to break. 

“Dont be dumb.” You respond snuggling further into him and the couch. He can tell from the way you respond, that you're falling asleep, and with that thought his own eyes begin to droop. 

“Oh, jun?” Barely above a whisper that Yeonjun barely catches it. 

“Yeah?” With his eyes close and heavy he doesn't notice your finger raising to his forehead level before giving it a stinging flick.

“Ouch!” 

“Never walk out like that again.” 

—--

“Please tell me that was the last of the boxes.” You force out in a big puff of air. Summer had just started, yet the heat felt marinated into the spring and only got worse. 

Yeonjun nods as he climbs the last two steps of the stairs. Curse this elevator-less building.

Yeonjun had recently moved out of the dorms into a college-assigned apartment complex. He saved money from his multiple jobs, and pulled out the biggest loan in mankind just to gain what he called the biggest privilege in all of college history: Privacy. 

Soobin and Beomgyu had shed some fake tears before vowing to visit everyday, something Yeonjun did not laugh at. You, on the other hand, couldn't keep your laugh in as you watched the frown on Yeonjun’s face grow deeper as the boys pretended to console what they thought was a sad and lonely man. 

“At least you guys can finally do it in peace.” Beomgyu announces as he drops the box by the corner of the empty room. He swipes the sweat off his forehead, quirking his eyebrow, earning a smack at the back of the head from Yeonjun. 

“Idiot.” Soobin says, fanning himself with a random piece of flimsy paper. 

“He's not wrong though…” Yeonjun whispers as he wraps his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. You smack his arm, your cheeks turning red. 

After the boys helped move the mattress in, they left, not before complaining about getting kicked out so soon. Yeonjun just wanted to spend time with you, alone, in what is now the space of his own home. 

“I feel used.” Beomgyu wiped a fake tear, “thrown away, even. Y/N treat him well, he no longer needs us.” 

“This is so sad,” You say, patting his head, looking at Yeonjun.

“If I give you 30 bucks for dinner, will you both leave us alone?” 

“Deal.” 

Once they were gone, you both moved the mattress towards the center of the living area, the carpet making you both struggle and groan. Yeonjun lands face flat on the queen mattress, heaving. 

“Ill order the pizza, can you get my laptop? I brought some drinks and snacks from home so we don't have to buy those.” 

Yeonjun watches as you rummage through the bag filled with home goods. You had brought whatever you thought would be useful to him; soap, shampoo, towels, some dishes, canned foods, homemade dishes that were able to be frozen, anything really that could save him time and money. Yeonjun’s heart almost exploded at the sight of you carrying the pink duffle bag, smiling so wide as you excitedly showed him what you were able to snatch.

 He could tell the idea of a new apartment excited you too. Earlier in the year, he had imagined himself asking you to move in with him, to maybe take that chance. He had no reason not to. You had been together for a while now, and things were getting serious with each passing day. He couldn't imagine seeing the relationship ending…ever. He had been so serious about you since day one and he could tell you saw him as the sure thing too, and when the opportunity came up, of renting his own space, it was waking up to you that was the first thought in his head. But… he was nervous. He had heard from friends that some relationships don't last the ‘living together’ stage. Those arguments about different ways of living can become bigger ones, ones that question if the pairing ever made sense. It scared him, what if he was too messy? What if you didn't like the way he had late night snacks at night, or the fact that he would stay at the dance studio for long periods of time? Most of these things you knew already, but you didn't have to deal with it really at your own house. He questioned if the fear of losing you was bigger than the want of spending every waking moment he could with you, he knew the answer but was just scared to make the realization. 

“Pizza is ordered!” You plop next to Yeonjun, now on his back, on the mattress, “which one?” you hold up two drinks for him to pick, he takes one from your hand and places it nearby before nudging at your hips to lift. He places you on his stomach, your legs straddling his sides. 

“You don't have curtains yet.” You whispered, red tint spreading from your face down to your neck. 

He laughs, “What are you thinking in that head of yours? I just wanted to be near you.” 

“Whatever! I was just reminding you!” You squeak, covering your face with your hands. He laughs again, rubbing his hands up and down from your thighs to your waist, thinking about it again. It could be like this everyday, not having to worry about roommates or parents barging in, no moments of awkwardness, no disruptions, just the look in your eyes as you stare at him in the comfortable silence that settles between the two of you.

“What do you think about a coffee table? I know you said your furnishing budget was short and I was at the thrift store the other day and they had this really nice antique…” 

If you do say yes, what would it mean? Was it too soon for him to think about the next year with you? The next five? Ten? He can imagine it all. He wanted it all. 

“Will you move in with me?” He says, catching you off guard. 

“Huh?” 

“...Moving in… would you move in with, um, with me? You don't have to, it was just like a thought-” 

“You want to live with me?” Your eyes, that were practically popped out in shock as you looked down at him, softened. 

“I want to do everything with you.” Yeonjun knows your face mirrors his in redness. 

Your eyes water, and you try to stop yourself from smiling. “You're so cheesy…”

“I would love to.” You whisper. you're now leaning in closer, and Yeonjun, with a heart so heavy and ready to spill, feels impatient that he must meet you halfway, folding his elbows behind him to lean on. He connects your lips immediately, and his heart sighs and yours must too the way he feels you relax above him, bringing your hands to his hair, your nails raking through his scalp. He would never say this to you, in fear of maybe scaring you off, but he saw your future in this specific kiss, where you both experience moments of success, of happiness, of sadness and tragedy, but you were experiencing it together, and he couldn't imagine it with anybody else. 

That night as the movie played, with no actual audience, Yeonjun felt relieved that his parting days were over. He wouldn't have to say goodnight to you, wouldn't have to detach himself from your lips, your arms, leaving him cold and wanting more. You could be the first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing he would see at night, and to him, that was all he could ever really want.

A/N: You made it! Thank you so much for giving it a chance! Its not my strongest but she my first finished baby in a long time... Please tell me your thoughts!! tell me you hate it, tell me you love it, anything im open to suggestions, tips, im a crier tho fair warning, but I won't tell you I cried (A win for you!)

[ann3dre]

HERES HCS OF HOW THE BUCCI GANG WOULD TUTOR YOU ON MATH!!

This is all platonic

Ft:Some old doodles of my old sona design

•Trish:

She's the kind of tutor that explains it in a way that you would totally get! She'll go 'Okay Johnny bought 7 designer bags then...' and in the end of the lesson her examples makes you understand the formula, memorized it by heart AND now have better fashion knowledge.

•Giorno:

Im not sure in this one gang... As much as i like to think he would be incredibly intelligent on this side i dont think he'd be a good tutor, maybe a good motivator but when it comes to numbers and shit he is gonna motivate HIMSELF tryna tutor you cause he cant really understand jackshit either. Maybe this is why he would want to be a gangstar/mafioso than any other legal citizen... To avoid calculating his taxes

(DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE GIORNO I BELIEVE HE'S SMART BUT NOT BOOK SMART OR IN THE MATH KINDA SMART IF YOUR GONNA NEED HIM TO TUTOR YOU IN BIOLOGY OR CHEM HE IS UR GUY!!)

Giorno:"I Giorno Giovanna have a dream, and that dream is to be able to teach ur dumbass holy shit tutoring you is like a nightmare."

Sorry i just had to add this too

•Fugo:

I mean its pretty obvious since we already got a peek of him tutoring narancia. But he's somewhat a good tutor he can be patient but sometimes even a small question that isnt even part of the lesson and is just used as an example... And you get it wrong...Yeah he got a short fuse. He's not saying its not okay to make mistakes during his lessons! The thing is that if you keep doing that same mistake or that ur answer to this BASIC question is wrong he kinda goes off the rails randomly outta nowhere. Expect to have a black eye or a bruise somewhere by the end of the lesson if so. Also he only tutors people he is close with so if youre a random classmate or is just acquaintances with him he will politely say no in fear he might hurt a bystander or just doesnt wanna bother. (If youre really persistent he snaps but just yells doesnt really hurt you at least if you dont get touchy.)

·Narancia

... Are you really that desperate? Look I love Narancia/p but the moment you ask Narancias gonna act cocky and get all arrogant like 'Oohh you think Im smart enough to teach you??? Hmm i dunno...' then you plead to him and he goes 'Okay sure!'...

15 minutes in you both are running back to Fugo for help.

•Mista:

He's a little better than Narancia but he also doesnt remember jackshit. The minute he graduated highschool all his memories of studying went flying away (just like his hair) He'll try to help you out but if he see's a four in the equation he'll either burn your paper, try to exorcise it or banish you to tutor with someone else.

•Bruno!!!:

He's also tryna learn with you! A sad reminder that Bruno didnt recieve full or proper education so Mathematics/sciences is probably not his strengths. At first he'll say to consult Fugo, but if you come back (prolly cause you got scared of fugo) Then he'll try his best to teach you. He'll look at the text book and paper and you try to explain to him how its done. In the end it seems like you are the one teaching him! You dont even realize it, only after you notice his soft smile and that he isn't paying attention. He says 'See i dont think you need tutoring at all. You got your work already cut out for you😊'.

•Abbachio:

The type of tutor that goes 'This is not math!'. He is the only member of the Bucci gang who finished his education (Im not sure fugo counts cause he was kicked out of college/university because of that fuckwad of a teacher he had before graduating). Anyway, when you come to him he is a little bit pissy and tells you to go to someone else. It takes a REALLY long time to convince him but finally he budges. Since its been a while since he got back to school his memory is a little hazy but when he see the paper and your homework he SWEARS they did not have shit like that back then. Learning with him is like 'They never taught it like that' and NOW YOURE THE ONE TEACHING HIM HOW TO DO IT PROPERLY. In the end its a little (Really.) draining but you FINALLY learned what you were supposed to; and probably lost ur voice, hearing, and probably shouldnt drink ur tea next time. Funny thing when you do apply it to ur studies you ultimately fail and when you tell Abbachio about it he just hands you a glass of wine. (Dont tell Bruno though)

Author Notes: Im gonna post La squadra tutoring headcannons next! This is also an old draft from way back then, man this acc really is turning into a grave yard.

[meanderfall]

I noticed there’s a lot of parallels between Raph and Leo they act like each other sometimes but I don’t know if there’s any parallels between Raph and Mikey or Raph and Donnie.

Hi! ^w^

agreed 100%, Raph and Leo have a ton of parallels, but I'm not sure about the other two. Been honestly wracking my brain trying to think if I noticed anything in particular.

For Raph and Donnie, the first thing that came to mind is that, if Raph isn't around for it, Donnie will pinch-hit for him to smack Mikey upside the head for a dumb joke.

Beyond that hmm.... would Raph taking control of that vehicle when they were storming the Shredder's tower count? Or Don ripping off the fugitoid's head off in a moment of panic?

Oh, maybe the fact that the two of them are the most likely to make friends! Like, April is friends with all four of them, but she's clearly closest with Don, just like how Casey is besties with Raph but friends with all of them. Also, I kind of feel like if I try to remember subplots allies, my mind will associate them with either Don or Raph. Like, Raph has all those one-offs where he made friends with people (the little kid, the granny, the racing crew) and even Traximus, and then with Don I think of The Professor, Honeycutt, Leatherhead. Mikey makes friends with the superheroes, but that's about it, and loner Leo is just friends with Usagi. (Hold on, sidebar, totally irrelevant, but I can't have been the only one low-key annoyed that they used Gennosuke as the extra character in Raph's section of the intro for the later seasons. Like, im assuming they had to bc they used Usagi for Leo's but come on!!!!)

As for Raph and Mikey, potentially a controversial opinion, but I feel like Raph also has a tendency to make ill-timed jokes like Mikey does. I wish I was keeping track of what I meant so I could give you actual examples, but I wasn't thinking about it that hard, I just know it happened often enough that I was like "wild that Raph gives Mikey such a hard time when he does the same thing" in the back of my mind while watching. but who knows, maybe my brain is making that up.

I'm not sure if anything else comes to mind. You'd think there'd be more considering how often Raph and Mikey butt heads but nah, I can't think anything.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Egg Radar (Bonus ending 1) (Eggson x Reader)

something something "say hell yeah and ill write an ending for eggson" and then i got like two hell yeahs instantly quick heads up im writing this at 3am, havent slept yet and im currently unable to- body just refuses ough, also im aching so... hmm... also generally itching to write! so if this is more janky than usual... i apologize! notes: gn toon reader, does not take place at the same time as the main 7mih line due to the whole "main one takes place during christmas + pre game so obviously other holiday toons arent around", eggson doesnt really get the game, no kissing but there is... something sweet even if not explicitly romantic, old man ooough i love old man, pre game, obviously stating that the reader is an adult (otherwise i wouldnt be writing this) BUT eggson is older than the reader word count: 2.1k cws: none

You push your hand in deeper… and all eyes are on you…

Your fingers wrap around something, and you pull out…

Something smooth and round. It almost felt like plastic in your hands- and your fingers caught on something sticking out of the top of the thing. One side was curved, and the other flat. A second later you pulled the thing out into the air and… you still had no idea what it was. It looked like one of those cooking timers, but… not quite. Kitchen timers didn’t have an antenna.. At least the ones you’ve seen Sprout and Cosmo use didn’t have any. The entire thing was curved, too, setting it down and keeping it from toppling over would be a nightmare in the kitchen. 

You had… absolutely no idea what it was meant to be. 

“Uhm-” You hold the item higher into the air to show it off to the toons around you. Even Dandy looked like he was having a hard time trying to figure out who it belonged to… before the owner stepped up- Eggson… probably the last person you would expect to play this game… but to be fair Dandy had only just revealed why he was collecting items.

A part of you wondered if the older toon even knew what the game tended to entail… your jaw remained clamped shut, Dandy’s seemed to do the same as Eggson pushed his glasses up.

“Why… I think that’s mine,” The egg toon’s hand fell from his glasses, the other gripping the top of his cane firmly to keep him steady. Awkwardly you pushed the… whatever device it was… to his now opened hand.

The thought to ask what it was didn’t cross your mind as Dandy straightened his stance. “Well! I suppose that settles who our first two players are!” 

A tenseness laid in his words, but overall he almost sounded… relieved. Like he was glad you hadn’t drawn someone else… even if there was still a pang of disappointment laced in the gaps of his words. 

Eggson muttered something asking for a reward. He… really did not seem to know what the game was meant to be. 

“You’ve both got seven minutes,” Dandy clasped his hands together, before turning his attention to Vee- to act as his timer you had to guess. 

Cocoa’s hand finally fell from your shoulder. Even she looked relieved- knowing Eggson nothing was going to happen aside from having your head talked off with his stories. Not that that was too terribly bad. Your hand found itself to Eggson’s slightly curved back… the fabric of his vest was… soft… almost silky under your fingers. 

“Come on, game’s starting,” You leaned down slightly to where his ear would’ve been if he had any. 

“What’s the game?” He asked, slightly irked that no one was answering his questions as you walked him down the hall to the gift shop. The door to the storage room was already hanging open… and as you stepped in you grabbed one of the plastic chairs left behind in the shop to bring inside for Eggson. 

“Here,” You set it to the side and guided him towards it. You set yourself against the wall to his right- the door shut and doused you both in darkness. 

Eggson wasn’t as frail as he looked, but the sheer amount of dust in the air did force some worry to coil around your throat as the particles lazily floated through the air. 

It didn’t even occur to you that you hadn’t answered his question until he repeated it- understandably a little more forceful and confused. 

“There isn’t much to it, really, it’s, uuh…” You pat your palms against the wall behind you. How could you word it without sounding weird. Or without making it even more awkward? “You kind of just spend some time alone with someone? I mean there isn’t really… a set goal in mind, its ultimately up to the players-”

You weren’t technically lying. 

Eggson let out an unamused huff. 

“You kids these days really have a weird way of having fun. Back in my day, we played games like tags and chase and-”

You allowed him to go on and on… you couldn’t find it in yourself to remind him that he was designed to be older. Just as all the other toons were designed to be fully matured by the time they were put out into Gardenview… with a few exceptions, of course. 

“I suppose red rover would be more fun than standing around in a closet in the dark,” You add in as his grumbling lulled slightly. “..though… I wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” 

Eggson readjusted himself against his cane- still held in his hands as he leaned forward slightly on the chair you had given him. He waved you off. 

“I’m not some tired old bitty who needs to be fretted over- I wouldn’t have become the egg hunting champion if I didn’t take a few risks,” his smile stretched across his face. “I’ve fallen out of my fair share of trees to secure my victories, you know,” 

You force a smile across your face but the idea nearly mortified you. 

“Well… if not for you- we still have some more… fragile toons… Scraps is… papery… and Finn’s made of glass- literally… I’m sure there’s a few more,” You shrugged.

Vee, too, maybe even Brightney… Rodger and Glisten’s glass faces crossed your mind for a moment. “Not worth the risk, you know?”

Eggson hummed softly in response. “You’re a kind toon, taking everyone else into consideration like that,” his hands curled and flexed around the curve of his cane. The elder toon tilted his face to get a better look at you- at least as best as he could in the dark. 

“Say… why did you enter this…” his smile faltered slightly, as if the current round was painful to call a game, “...activity…” 

His face untensed. 

The corner of your mouth curled downwards in a faint grimace to match his own temporary one. 

You knew why he entered- he was roped into it by Dandy by adding his item into the basket. Though… he could have backed out of the game- even if he didn’t fully understand it. 

You, on the other hand…

The shrug of your shoulders did nothing to satisfy Eggson’s curiosity.

“I guess I didn’t really think much of it? I mean-” You cut yourself off and regather yourself. 

But… perhaps it was his kindness… your clear discomfort was picked up by Eggson.

“Oh… you don’t need to feel pushed into giving an answer if you don’t have one,” his smile was earnest as his hand pulled itself towards you and lightly rested itself on your upper arm. The gesture was small, but it did wonders in soothing your current state. 

“It’s not like I was really looking for someone specifically to pull- not that I’m not happy to have you with me, of course,” You continue on. A glance is stolen from the corner of your eye, resting on his gentle features. A small part of you wondered if he would have been given the same grace and openness if he were drawn by someone else. The implications of the game tended to lead to similar outcomes- regardless of how far they went. Would someone have been a little less patient or understanding if they had pulled someone who clearly didn’t know what was going on? 

His fingers trail a faint circle against your skin and you're brought back to the storage room. The dust stings your eyes, and the air felt nearly suffocating- your throat itched. Bad. 

“This game isn’t just about sitting around doing nothing, is it?” 

Eggson’s hand pulled itself away from you and settles with the other. A soft but faint groan rolls in your throat and your teeth clicked. 

It didn’t how much you tried to dance around the topic, your words had betrayed you and gave the egg a little more context than you were intending. 

As hyper focused as he was on “the old times” and the (egg) hunt, he was far more observant and in the moment than one might think. 

Your feet suddenly looked really interesting, the way it pushed the dust and left streaks in it more captivating than the faint glint from his glasses- just barely catching the sliver of light creeping in through the bottom of the door. 

“It… can be, but not always,” You drag the toe of your foot to draw a line in the dust. “Though… at least from what I’ve heard- I’ve… actually never been drawn before, if I’m being honest- the only reason I’m in here I guess is because Dandy made me draw-” 

Your words die, and you take a moment to recollect yourself. It shouldn’t be this awkward to explain this. Sure, Eggson wasn’t cruel but he did have a tendency to judge things he didn’t fully understand- and you had a feeling he wouldn’t fully get this. 

“A lot of people actually use this as a means to get closer-”

Again, not an entire lie. Wrapped in innocence, and it could be taken in any way. 

“Ah, like lovebirds,”

And he saw right through it. 

Your teeth clench against one another… you hadn’t meant to hesitate but it was enough confirmation for him. Both of your eyes fixed themselves intensely to your feet. 

A few seconds passed, and just as you were expecting Eggson to go into one of his rambles about not understanding the younger generation… he… laughed.

Not at you- he covered it under his breath.

“I suppose you younger toons aren’t much different than us older folk,” Eggson readjusted his glasses. “Well…” he shifted around in the plastic chair- and fully turned his head to look at your wilted and mortified form. 

“...even if I am not who you’d choose, I think you’re lovely,” 

Your hands shift awkwardly against the wall behind you once more. 

“Even more- you’re thoughtful, and kind. I may not fully understand this game… and truth be told I don’t think it’s my cup of tea, but as long as you have fun with it… who am I to judge?”

Another shift and he turned himself to fully face you from his chair- back no longer supported. His cane clacked gently against the wooden floor. “And I’m glad I have such a dear as my first,” 

Another hum pulled from your chest. 

“And I mean that,” 

The tips of your feet press against one another. “I know you do- you don’t usually just say things to say them,” 

Eggson chuckled again softly… and as he calmed, someone knocked on the other side of the door. 

“Time’s up you two, time to come on out!” 

It was Dandy… at least he gave you both the grace to open the door yourselves. 

“Time really flew by, huh?” Eggson readjusted his glasses and a second later rose to his feet. He mutters a soft thanks as you help him rise- and… he offers you his free hand. 

…and you take it without giving it much of a second thought.

“I’d offer you my entire arm, but… oh, I’m afraid it’s a little difficult to walk like that with my cane,” He apologized.

“No, no this is just fine,” Your hold squeezed around his hand before relaxing… you’re the one to open the door to greet Dandy on the other side- who’s eyes instantly fly down to the shared hold between you and the older toon. 

“Ah,” 

That was all. Whatever tenseness in the single noise wasn’t questioned by you- but it did earn a raised brow from Eggson. 

“Come on, I’m sure you want to go back to… what were you looking for earlier, exactly…? I saw you wandering around the lobby earlier…” You ask under your breath as the two of you walk together down the hall.

“Oh, I was trying to see if I could find any eggs early- you know, they’re hosting the egg hunt tomorrow,” he grinned up at you. You purse your lips slightly. 

“I think they’re putting the eggs out tomorrow morning- right before opening-” 

“Well, it never hurts to scope out some hiding spots!” he snickered. “You should do the same, you might just be able to best me this time,” 

You only shake your head slightly, but you couldn’t fight the smile curling at the edges of your mouth…

…and the sight seemed to satisfy him. He brightened just a little more- a new found pep in his step as he began to rattle on about some of his egg finding strategies. 

….You… had a feeling he almost let slip what his item was before quickly redirecting.

[pedroshotwifey]

Hungry Like The...

Pairing: Werewolf!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, Frankie has a monster cock, im missing stuff but I want to go to bed so...

Summary: You and Frankie decide to attend an 80s themed Halloween party. Through all of the excitement, you must have forgotten what day the full moon falls on.

A/N: I'm gonna go ahead and say that I rushed the absolute fuck out of this one, but I think it turned out pretty good. I really kind of jumped outside of my comfort zone with this, so I'm kinda proud that I did that. That being said, please feel free to call me out on anything that might not make sense or anything that I should change at all because I'm half clueless with this kind of stuff. Please consider reposting and/or liking. Thank you for reading and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! <3

***

You have no idea where Frankie snuck off too. 

He claimed he was going to get the two of you more drinks, but that was about ten minutes ago. You’re well aware that it should have taken less than half of that for him to find his way to the refreshment table, pick up some drinks, and bring them back to you. 

Right now, though, you’re too blissed out to care—not that you have much to worry about with your loving boyfriend anyway. The lights are almost blinding as you spin around beneath them, but they transform into a nice glow thanks to the buzz you’re sporting. “Mony Mony,” is blaring through the speakers and you're in your zone as you swing your hips to the beat. 

You’re glad that Frankie had suggested that you two attend this party specifically. The only requirements were that you had to dress up as an 80’s character in order to fit the era the party revolves around. 80’s costumes, 80’s music, 80’s decor. Luckily for you, the 80’s is one of your absolute favorite decades, and you’re pretty sure Frankie knew that when he signed the two of you up. 

The dance floor is packed with people to the point where you can’t stretch out all the way without bumping into someone. Usually, that would irk you, but you can’t find it in you to mind tonight. It’s not like anybody else does. 

As you snap your hips to the beat, you look around at all the different costumes in the crowd. You see a handful of Star Wars characters, a couple of Freddy Kruegers, some Ghost Busters, and—of course—a shit ton of Madonnas. The rest, for the most part, are pretty original. 

You’re pretty proud of your own costume, to be honest. You had spent a couple of weeks configuring a custom-made Storm costume. You’ve been an X-Men fan for as long as you can remember, and it made you so happy to try on your costume for the first time a few days ago. It’s pretty damn spot-on. 

Frankie, on the other hand, had insisted on being a werewolf. Like turning into one once a month wasn’t enough already. You had simply rolled your eyes and asked him what he had in mind so you could make his costume. It was worth it to see the way he lit up, even though he’s cutting it close with the party’s theme. 

After the year he had, he deserves to be happy—even if it means you have to endure his stupid jokes every now and again. When he gets tipsy, his goofy humor always makes an appearance. It’s one of your favorite parts about nights out with your boyfriend. He never fails to make you laugh. 

Just as you begin to worry that he might have gotten lost in the crowd, you feel a hand spin you around. You’re getting ready to tell someone off until you come face to face with those irresistible brown eyes. 

“Hey there, Hermosa,” he says as he cuddles up to you, swaying you to the song. “Having fun, sweetheart?” 

You giggle as he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck. Glancing down, you almost aren’t surprised to see that he doesn’t have any drinks. 

“Frankie?” You ask casually as you throw your arms around him. 

“Hmm?” 

“Did you find the drinks?” 

Suddenly, he stops moving and stands up straight again, a playful smile plastered across his face. 

“Guess not,” he says. “Found something to eat, though,” he winks and you playfully roll your eyes as he throws himself back onto you. As the song changes to “When Doves Cry”, he begins to dance with you. Frankie has never been the best dancer, but it's better this way. Neither of you take anything seriously as you push and pull your bodies together, giving eachother flirty kisses every now and again. 

You laugh as you bump into someone and flash them an apologetic look. Frankie really loves to bring out your careless side. You honestly didn’t know you were capable of being so care-free until you had met him. Sometimes he makes you feel as if nothing else matters but you and him. It’s times like these that you really realize just how lucky you are to have him. 

“Alright, baby,” Frankie says after a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m going to go get us those drinks now.” 

Instead of answering him, you get up on your tip-toes and kiss him. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you gently push him off, giving him a faux stern look. 

“Alright, alright, I get it, baby, I’m going!” he says over the music before turning around to scamper away.

You have to suppress a giggle when he jolts as you deliver a light slap to his ass. He turns just enough to flash you a dirty look, and you give him one of feigned innocence in return, well aware he’ll get you back for that eventually if you continue to tease. 

“Hurry up, wolfboy!” you shout after him. 

***

Alright, you’re actually about to be pissed this time. 

There’s absolutely no way he lost you—or rather, you lost him—twice. He has to be playing with you, right? Whatever, if that’s the case, two can play at that game. 

You’ll just pretend like you don’t even notice something is missing. Maybe once he sees you where he left you, completely unaffected by his absence, he’ll stop being such an ass. 

Perfect. Perfect plan. 

You shake your head and dance as the song ends. You can have fun by yourself if your boyfriend wants to be immature. 

Well, it would have been a perfect plan. 

As if he could somehow read your mind—which you almost wouldn’t doubt at this point—you spot Frankie in your vision once again. However, this time, he’s not coming over to you. 

He has a familiar dark look in his eyes that immediately soaks you, despite yourself. You stop dancing because as quick as you see him, he’s gone again. You spin in a panicked circle as the song changes to one by Duran Duran. You almost laugh at the irony as “Hungry Like the Wolf” blares through the speakers. 

Your phone buzzes in the small pocket of your bodysuit, and you pause your quick search to look at it. Your brow furrows as you see that it’s a text from Frankie. What the fuck is he playing at? Quickly, you unlock your phone and open your messages. 

“Better start running, baby,” the text reads. You look up, your eyes frantically scanning the crowd around you. Maybe the song choice isn’t so ironic after all. 

“Don’t let me catch you… feeling hungry like the wolf tonight…”

You don’t stop to think before you make a mad dash toward the exit, your heart dropping to your stomach as you go. You get some pissed looks as you shove through people, your heart hammering in your chest and your eyes darting every which way. 

You have no idea where he could be at this point. Maybe he’s somewhere inside, having missed your exit. He could be trailing right behind you, ready to grab you at any moment.

Soon enough, it is revealed that he is, once again, always one step ahead of you. As soon as you step out of the doors, a large body is engulfing yours and carrying you to a secluded spot on the patio, though there’s nobody outside anyway. 

You would scream if not for the large hand that covers your lips when he grabs you. You know it’s Frankie, of course, but the exhilaration that comes from the scare really adds to the game the two of you just started. 

You ignore the heat simmering between your legs as he sets you down on your own feet and removes his hand from your mouth. Neither of you move, you don’t look up, he doesn’t crouch down. You just stand there, breathing heavily as Frankie embraces your figure. 

You can’t help but lean back into him, letting your guard down probably isn’t the best idea right now, but you can’t find it in you to care about that fact at the moment. 

The fresh air feels nice on your heated cheeks, but Frankie's front against your back feels even better. The music continues to play faintly behind you as you sway side to side, Frankie’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his head resting on your shoulder. 

You swear you could stay here forever. Actually, you could stay anywhere, as long as you had Frankie. But right now, you can’t imagine anything more perfect than this. As long as you have your boyfriend’s arms around you, you would do anything or go anywhere he wants to. 

Your body may be his, but you decided a long time ago that your soul belongs to him as well. He can pick it up and do whatever he wishes with it, and you know he could never do anything that would cause your trust or love for him to dull.

“Look up, sweetheart,” Frankie’s soft voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they had slid shut in the first place. 

The sight of the full moon high up in the night sky confirms your suspicions. Frankie’s going to turn tonight. 

Fuck, you’re screwed, your subconscious automatically screams at you. 

You can't miss the way your panties dampen as the thought crosses your mind. Your body stiffens as you fight the urge to run, the adrenaline getting the best of you.

Frankie must feel the way you tense up because his arms immediately tighten around you. 

“It’s alright, hermosa,” he whispers into your ear. “Just means we’ll have a bit more fun than usual.”

You try but fail to stifle your grin at his menacing tone. Just because you know you’re screwed doesn’t mean you don't enjoy it. 

“Probably got less than ten minutes now,” Frankie says far too casually. “Let’s pick up on our little chase, yeah?” 

He lets you out of his grasp this time, and you turn around to give him a peck on his cheek, allowing your hand to brush past his erection as you pull away. The touch is just enough for Frankie to grit his teeth as he hisses out. The warning glance he gives you makes arousal burn deep into your core, only serving to make you more excited. 

“I’ll give you a head start, sweetheart,” he says, his tone giving you a warning, “I’d take it if I were you.”

With his word, you spin on your heel, ready to plummet into the forest, but you only get about a foot before he has a large hand wrapped around your wrist. Your heart beats louder in your chest as you turn to look at him, his eyes dark with lust. 

“Don’t let me catch you this time,” he says, pulling you close enough for his lips to flutter across your ear as he speaks. “I won’t go easy on you.”

You ignore the shiver in your spine as you pull back as much as you can. 

“Maybe I don't want you to go easy on me,” you whisper back, earning a slight growl from Frankie. He lets his hand linger on you for only a moment more before letting go, this time allowing you to back away. 

“Don’t push yourself too hard then, because I’m going to fucking exaust you when I catch up.” 

You smile before turning once again, pushing yourself into the trees without looking back. 

***

The sound of your heartbeat is deafening as you run through the otherwise silent forest. The steady pitter-patter of the organ combined with your ragged breathing and your frantic footsteps make a horrifying symphony. Even those sounds seem muffled, though, with the amount of pure adrenaline that courses through your veins and drowns out your senses. 

Frankie can’t be too far behind you now. You guess you’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. There’s no doubt that he has turned at this point; he proved it with the howl you heard bellowing through the woods a couple minutes ago. 

Since then, you haven't stopped to take a breath. There is pure fear in the fact that you have a beast on your trail, but also excitement in knowing what will likely happen once he catches up. 

For now though, fear is the dominant emotion. It’s prominent enough to keep you going even as your hair gets tugged by branches and your skin gets scratched and torn by twigs and thorns. None of it seems to matter right now just as long as you can keep your distance from the monster hunting you down. 

Suddenly, you hear a snap from somewhere behind you. The noise is sharp, a twig snapping beneath heavy weight. It reverberates all around you, sending a shiver down your spine. Soon after, You pick up on the steady thumping of what sounds to be an animal hot on your tail. 

The sound gets closer and closer even as you push yourself to run faster. Your entire body is shaking and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can practically feel Frankie’s breath on your neck, the sensation almost more powerful than the ache overtaking your legs and abdomen. 

“Please, leave me alone!” You cry out the plea over your shoulder, your voice bordering a sob. Your gut is curling with a mixture of panic and arousal. The responding growl makes the tears you have been holding spill over and your knees buckle. 

For a second, you’re worried that you might fall, but you’re pushed into the ground before you have the chance to do it yourself. The weight of Frankie pouncing on top of you knocks the wind out of you, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your breath is taken. 

In the time that it takes you to get your breath back, Frankie has your bodysuit torn enough to pry off of your shaking body, and your lacy panties shoved–or ripped–down your legs. Luckily, the bodysuit was the cheapest and easiest to find component of your costume. You can feel a whisper of his claws against your skin as he drags scraps away from where he needs you most.

Your arms flail wildly, your fingers trying to grasp a handful of fur from the beast atop you. Frankie sees what you’re trying to do, and with a growl, he ducks down and slides toward your feet, away from your hands. 

Before you can question what he’s doing, you feel something thick, wet, and warm against your bare, soaked cunt. 

A high pitched moan tumbles from your lips as Frankie drags his tongue across your pussy before dipping it into your core.

The hot muscle digs deep into your cunt, curling once it's in all the way. You can feel his nose bobbing up and down against your ass as he starts to work his tongue in and out of your cunt.

“F-Frankie, fuck!” You scream, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.

The way his tongue swirls and scrapes against your walls is absolutely delicious, and that combined with the tip of the muscle prodding against your g-spot? You’re fucking done for. 

You’re writhing as Frankie brings his tongue out to swallow down the slick he’s collected, and you can feel the way a combination of your arousal and his saliva leaks out of your pulsing cunt, coming down to collect at your clit and make you shudder. You’re so close to coming, a warm feeling that can only be described as pure euphoria making a home deep in your lower abdomen. 

Almost as soon as he was gone, Frankie shoves his tongue back inside of you, meticulously prodding all the right places. You’re gasping and moaning so loud you have half the mind to feel bad for whatever critters might reside in these woods. 

That thought passes quickly, though, once you feel yourself returning to the edge. Frankie flicks his tongue one more time and you’re suddenly convulsing around him. The high seems to go on forever, your toes curling and your fingers grasping at the leafy ground in front of you. 

The beast doesn’t pull away as you come, instead, he allows you to rock your hips back and forth in order to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. You don’t even notice that you moved your arm until you feel one hand entangled in soft fur, your subconscious mind telling you to hold him to you. 

You hear Frankie whine from behind you and you have to suppress the urge to giggle. He’s always liked it when you tug at his hair, and apparently, being in this form leaves no room for exceptions. 

Your body goes limp as Frankie backs away from you, making it easy for him to nudge you to prop you up where he wants you. Hands and knees, of course. He wastes no time in getting into position behind you, crowding you in with his massive form. 

The tip of his cock feels massive against your swollen cunt, but it only takes a few swipes of the beast’s hips before he is notched into your entrance. With one more thrust, he’s pushing in all the way, making you scream as your pussy stretches to accommodate his girth. 

Frankie lets out a series of whimpers as he starts a brutal pace, not giving you a second to adjust. Your hands come up to grasp above his paws, which are positioned on either side of your head, and then up a little. 

“F-Frankie!” Your moan comes out more like a screech, the pain quickly turning into a sick pleasure as he rips you open on his cock. Each time he thrusts, it’s accompanied by a puff of breath which fans out across your cheek. 

The sound of his whines and ragged breathing mix with the squelching noises coming from your cunt and the panting coming from your lips, everything combined making the filthiest symphony you’ve ever heard. 

Your second orgasm starts to build rapidly, your cunt beginning to flutter around Frankie’s unforgiving length. With each punch, the tip of his cock touches something heavenly within you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, but you find that every limb has turned to jelly, preventing you from bringing your hand up to check. If not for the monster above you impaling you on his length, you would likely be flat on the forest floor right now. 

Every thought that had previously occupied your mind is forced out of you as Frankie effortlessly pries another orgasm from you. He doesn’t slow or pause as you squeeze around his cock like a vice. If anything, it only spurs him on and gets him going faster, if that's even possible. 

With each slam of his hips, you feel your body being sent forward, only stabilized by your palms, which are somehow still firmly planted on the ground. 

‘Oh god, Frankie,” your voice sounds hazy to your own ears. “F-feels so fucking good, Francisco.”

You hear him grunt at the sound of his full name, something you usually only call him in bed—or in this case, in the middle of nowhere. 

It does feel good, his cock feels absolutely massive. You know that it is definitely bigger than when he’s in his human form—the size of which should be considered supernatural in it’s own way. Right now, though, he feels bigger than ever, thicker, longer. The only thought occupying your mind at the moment is how badly you want to suck his cock. 

How the fuck does this man fuck you so good to the point where you fantasize about giving him a blowjob while he’s already inside of you? Next time, you’ll have to get his dick in your mouth before he shoves it into your cunt. 

Your eyes droop as your second orgasm morphs into a third, your body growing weaker with each movement from Frankie. You ignore the shaking to spread your legs wider to allow him better access, which results in him getting to a deeper spot with the new angle. 

Your mouth drops open as you begin to come again, a silent scream getting stuck in your throat. This time, as you constrict around his monstrous cock, you can feel his hips stutter. He’s getting close, which is probably a good thing considering you’re about to pass out from both pleasure and exhaustion. 

“C-come on, Frankie, f-fill me up,” you command through moans. It very obviously eggs him on because before you know it, he’s stilling inside of you, howling into the trees, and blowing his massive load deep into your core. 

The feeling of his cum painting your walls is fucking heavenly. Spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you to the brim until it eventually starts to seep out around the base of his cock. If you thought you had felt full before, that was nothing compared to now. 

Frankie gives you a few minutes to calm down before he starts to lower himself to the ground, laying on his side and tugging you with him. Your body and mind are equally compliant with his request. 

As your eyes shut once again, you can feel Frankie starting to shift behind you, probably making his transformation back to his human form. Try as you might, you know you won’t have enough energy to wait for him to be done, so you make the most of it and snuggle into his soft fur. You know that you’ll wake up safe and sound in your bed, tangled with your kind, attentive, and very much human boyfriend.

[callmekyona]

Underneath the tree(Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader)

AN:MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS EVERYONE AND HAPPY MEW YEAR,I OWE Y'ALL AN APOLOGY IM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING 😭 School killed me and I had no motivation to write,but now I'm on Christmas break so be ready!

Summary:Spending Christmas with your bf Rodrick and opening presents,he tells you he has an extra present he didn't gave you yet

TW:Brainrot(i feel like that's a tw) Word count:744

-Come onnn,do it for me Rod,just once,pretty please??

You were trying to convince your boyfriend to match Christmas sweaters with you,they were the typical ugly sweaters that an auntie would get their nieces for Christmas and would force them to wear them,and you weren't the exception today. You bought 2 matching sweaters for you and Rodrick,and even though he was playing hard to convince,you knew that in the end he REALLY wanted to match with you.

+Fine,but just once,alright?

-Yay!You sure look good Mr Handsome

+Whatever you say Ms Claus

He ruffled your hair,he would do that really often,that's how he showed he loved you

+Well,did you liked your presents?

-Of course! What question is that? I even feel bad you got me all of this stuff...

+Come on,don't say that,anything for my little skibidi

-You need to stop watching youtube kids with Manny you know...and don't call me that,it's weird

+Fiiiine,but,as I said,don't feel bad,you also got me a lot of presents!

-Well I couldn't figure out which one you would like more so I just got everything

And it was true,both of you had gotten each other a lot of presents,but at least now you knew what the other one wanted for next year

+Anything would be fine,if you gave me a rock I would still love it

-Don't say that,of course you wouldn't

+Whatever,are you ready to open your last present?

-My last present?But there aren't any more presents under the tree

+Because I have to-

>Y/N!!!Can you help me find Manny? I don't know where he went!

-Coming Greg! Hold on Rod,I'll be back

+Don't worry princess,I'll just go get your present

You went upstairs to meet nobody,didn't Greg just called you?

-Greg?Manny?Where are you guys?

You tried searching around the house but you couldn't find nobody,thinking this was another prank from Greg,you went back to the living room

-Maybe I just imagined it but I swear-oh! Greg! What are you doing here?

>Oh Rodrick told me that he was going to get your present and it was going to take him some time,so you can just go home by now

-Fine,you better behave when I'm not here

>Yes sir!

You gave the younger sibling a warm smile,you picked up your coat and hat,and of course your presents,and left the Heffley's house,it stopped snowing,the neighborhood was covered in a cold white coat,it looked really beautiful. After walking a few roads down the street you finally arrived home.

-I'm home!

~Hi honey,how did it go?what did you got?

-Hey mom,it went good of course,here,check it by yourself

~Oh no no,I was just asking,I don't wanna go over all your stuff,maybe I'll break something

-If you say so,I'll go put this away

~Why don't you go get your present?

-Hmm?Present?what present?I already have yours and Rodrick's presents?

What was your mom talking about?This morning you had received presents from both your parents ans your boyfriend,did your family from other city sent you something?

~Why don't you go check it by yourself?It's under the tree

You put all your stuff away and headed to the living room where the present was supposed to be,and...it was?Under the tree there was a big present wrapped in red and green paper,with a big red bow on top of it and a tag with a poorly written "Y/N",it had a weird shape,you couldn't tell exactly what it was

-Who's this gift from?

~Open it and you'll see

Your mom was trying her best to hide her laugh,but it didn't worked of course,you gave her a weird look before you started to carefully open it,usually you wouldn't think twice before agressively tearing of the paper from a gift,but it was different this time as there was something off from this misterious present.

You finally removed all the tape that it had,now it was time to open it...it hadn't even been a second before-

+Merry Christmas!

-Aaahh!!!What the?!Rodrick?What is-what are you-why-what is going on?!

+It's me!I'm your Christmas present!

So THAT was the present that Rodrick was talking about...himself

-You scared the living hell out of me,was that necessary?

+Well I just wanted to try and send you a message

-That the best gift I could ask for Christmas is you?

+Yes!You're so smart

He ruffled your hair and proceeded to give you the biggest and warmest hug ever

-Next time,don't scare me to death

+Sorry

Even though,you found this cute,adorable,the best present you could ask for,the love of your life.

[angelwump]

dilf Suguru x fem reader pt. 2 !

an: hii, tyy for the support it means a lot to me! I'm working on chapter 3 rn, but idk if I'll finish today! Im trying to post daily but I might go skating w/ my friend tomorrow so I'll see if I could maybe fit it in 🥲 I'll also try to get some smut incorporated in the story, perhaps next chapter!

Chapter 2

Answering the door was Geto’s wife, her dress a deep red and lacy, sticking out with confidence. Her classical updo bun made her face look absolutely beautiful but arrogant as she let you two in.

Walking in, you were hit with the scent of something woody and muscular, definitely Mr. Getos scent.

The house looked the same as any other house on the block from the outside, but inside was like a different world. Dark wood accents with cream colored walls, and thick carpet under your feet.

Nothing in here compared to your house, with its comfy and warm vibe makes you thick just how much money does this man have?

Most likely a lot of they can afford heavy house renovations and still afford all the luxury bags his wife brings him everyday.

Yeah, you've seen her every few hours of the day away from her home just to go shopping. It makes you wonder, what type of job does Mr. Geto have?

Taking off your shoes, you two were seated in the dining room left from the hall. You and your mother were seated on one side, with the two twin girls across from you.

And Mr. Geto and his wife were seated at the ends. With him right next to you.

The meal wasn't bad at all, it was so much better than the frozen meals that all tasted like mush you've been having for so long. And what's even better?

Mr. Geto cooked it all himself.

So he's caring, has a stable job, and a male wife?

Oh my god. This man has time for everything.Maybe it was just your imagination, but you couldn't count how many times he was looking at you, just like yesterday.

Caring smile, but his eyes told a different story as he was practically undressing you with his gaze.

It made you flustered, but also nervous. What was worse was, whenever he looked away, noticing you practically squirming in your seat, his wife would instantly notice, and instead of being civil about it or talk about it when you and your mom left, she would give you the haunting gaze.

It's not like you were forcing him to look at you, maybe it's just her. She looks like the type of person to ask girls what they were wearing when they said they get unwanted attention. What a bitch.

Mr. Geto later that night, hand in hand with his daughters went up the stairs to put them to sleep.

Around 9 pm-ish, everyone moved to the front room after dinner.

The dark red, plush sofa was a nice touch to the dark walls, the warm yellow light dimmed, creating an even peaceful scene. The fireplace was even nicer when it was absolutely freezing outside.

All of the adults were talking, but as you sinker into the soft cushions, all you could think about was the man.

Why, all the sudden, were you hot and bothered for him?

Excusing yourself, you walked outside to the front, leaving against the porch's frame. It was bitter cold, but it did nothing to help the warmth growing between your legs, the light pink flushed cheeks.

Suddenly, a hand on your shoulder spins you around, revealing the older man towering over you. Him leaning in, a soft smile on your lips almost made you moan.

Was he gonna kiss you? Or maybe even more, and fuck you here outside for everyone to watch?

Geez, your self control really vanished whenever he was around, huh?

But, he just slipped his fuzzy sweater over you, revealing his bare, muscular chest.

You didn't know what was worse, dying from the coldness or dying from how absolutely wet you became staring at his upper half.

Noticing your behavior, he let out a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“Why are you always so nervous around me, hmm?” He lightly grazed your cheek, his smirk only growling larger.

“It's not like I bite, princess.”

All you could do was shrug, avoiding his gaze. You didn't dare speak, not trusting your voice knowing it would betray your thoughts if it opened up.

“Look, me and your mom have been talking, and she thinks that it would be good if you got a look in town tomorrow.”

Your head peaked up at him, clutching the sweater harder under your grasp.

“Uh.. like what, just walk around?” Your gaze on Mr. Geto only intensifies as he stares at you back.

“Yeah, or I've been thinking about taking you shopping. You start college soon, right? Might be nice to get new clothes, or whatever you want, my treat of course.”

The nonchalance in his voice only serves to sour your intimate thoughts on, hoping the dark night covered your blushing cheeks.

You nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the thought of tomorrow spent with him.

After a moment of wishful thinking, your mother steps out with Geto’s wife with a smile on her face.

She thanks his wife and Mr. Geto for dinner and you do the same, only a bit more meekly than before.

As you walked away, you turned back at Mr. Geto, seeing how his wife's face contorted into a look of anger, and his face a knowing smirk back at you.

A look that says ‘ she's just jealous ‘ when she pulls him away from gazing at you.

Saying goodnight to your mom and slipping into your cozy bed, you couldn't sleep, knowing he was right next door.

The window above your head illuminated his bedroom. The soft yellow light was so antagonizing to take a peek behind the curtains, like a moth to a flame.

Sitting up on your knees in bed, you decided to pull back the curtain just a bit, revealing the bedroom, curtains open.

Okay, maybe it was kind of stalker vibes, but you couldn't look away when you saw his faint form in front of the window.

Maybe you should have listened to the tiny voice in the back of your head to look away before you saw him and his wife..undressing.

You didn't have to look anymore knowing that they were sleeping together.

Weird, why did your heart feel shattered, when it's literally his wife and they sleep together?

Slipping under the covers again, you couldn't help but feel stupid crushing on him so hard before, of course he wouldn't be with you.

He couldn't, he has a life already built, happily it seems too.

an: if ur new here, WE hate his wife jsyk 🤭

An2: I think u might have an idea where he's taking u 👿

[hisui-dreamer]

warming up to you

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: you weren't too keen on the school playboy, but maybe his persistent efforts have started to wear you down?

Tags: fluff, shoujo manga inspired, modern au, mixed school, flirting, lilia cooks, silver is lilia's adopted sibling, reader (millie) likes more masculine men for a bit

Word count: 1k+

Notes: this was requested by my dearest millie @hheun!! mwah mwah i love talking to you and every time i get a notif from you im just smiling automatically at how you're handling Lilia ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

her request was very long so maybe i'll post it separately (cuz funni), but this takes place in a modern school au and the events that take place were specifically designed for millie hehehe #millia

to millie: heart attack incoming!! hope u enjoy it ;)

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lilia vanrouge is the vice president of the diasomnia house

so when you first saw him, you respected him quite a bit, though his features did make him seem a little out of place as compared to malleus, silver and sebek

you quickly learned that those exact features made him incredibly popular

maybe overly so, because every time you saw him, you could see him flirting with an entirely different person

the first time you actually spoke to him, he was looking for his misplaced pencil case, still wearing the overly large science coat with the large goggles resting atop his head

"Excuse me dear, I seem to have misplaced my pencil case and I have no idea where it could be. Would you be a dear and join me in my search?"

you simply raised an eyebrow, and shook your head no

he pursued his lips and made a pouting face, but you just stared blankly at him

relenting, he sighed and turned around to find someone else to help him with his search

you could faintly hear a "... Am I not cute enough today?"

fortunately (or not), you stumbled across a pencil case at the edge of the staircase, with diasomnia, light music club, and bat keychains attached to the one zipper

hmm, he must have dropped it while switching classrooms

so you bring it to the diasomnia house room, where you were greeted by silver

you entrusted the pencil case to silver, but not without him asking for your name and class so Lilia could say thank you properly

of course, you tried to leave, really not wanting to get involved in any sense with the playboy and his fanbase

but silver being the dear that he is insisted on having your name

the next day, as you were walking to your classroom, Lilia appeared seemingly out of nowhere

he thanks you, but starts rambling off "Oh I knew I was cute enough yesterday! How sweet of you to help little old me, khee hee!"

ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ ...sure, lilia-senpai

you try to brush off his gratitude with a quick "you're welcome" and "it wasn't a bother really"

but then he's spouting "It must be fate that you were the one to help me! Darling, won't you let me return the favour? Perhaps, with a date?" he says while batting his eyelashes cutely

??? no??? you weren't into the cute type of guys, you liked more masculine, muscular men ahem leona senpai

so you rejected him honestly, but rather than be upset, his eyes are just twinkling mischievously (uh oh)

after that event, you just started encountering him randomly in your school life

popping up randomly to ask you out because he looked particularly cute that day

asking you to come over to the light music club after school

you continued to reject him, thinking he was just playing around like with all the other girls

but then one day, he came up to you with a request

"Dear, would you happen to be good at baking?"

see, silver's birthday is coming up, and apparently it's all the rage nowadays (so he says) to have a homemade cake rather than a store-bought one and "of course, it's also more nutritious"

but, rather infamously, Lilia's not the best cook

see the white day incident, where he made chocolates in return for all the ones he received and almost succeeded in murdering everyone's tastebuds

so nobody really wants to work with Lilia in the kitchen, not even his devoted(?) fangirls

usually you would've rejected his request, for two reasons, one being the rumours of his cooking, and two being not wanting to become further involved with him

but he seemed so sincere about his wish for silver, and so downcast at being unable to make the perfect birthday cake that you couldn't help but agree

on the condition that he listen to your every word whilst working in the kitchen

and thank god for that condition, because you quickly learned why he was a bad cook

"But this recipe isn't nearly nutritious enough! Shall we add some lettuce? Or perhaps..."

Lilia, we're baking a cake, not a salad...

you felt so bad for whoever was his partner in home economics

but you gave him the task of whisking the eggs after having him prepare the stovetop, where you planned to melt the butter in a saucepan...

"There was one time I went abroad and brought something back for Silver..." Lilia recounted, his hand hard at work whisking the eggs.

But just as you were getting lost in his storytelling, disaster struck. The stovetop suddenly caught on fire, flames dancing dangerously high. Panic welled up within you, and before you could react, Lilia acted swiftly.

"Careful!" he exclaimed with urgency. With the grace of a gallant knight, he pulled you close, his body a protective shield against the fire. His surprisingly serious face caught you off guard, the fiery glow reflected in the depths of his crimson eyes. His arms were a fortress, secure and tight around you.

Thump. Thump.

In a matter of moments, Lilia turned off the gas and moved the saucepan away from the stovetop, as if he were used to dealing with emergencies in the kitchen.

"Are you alright, dearest?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

You took a moment to collect yourself, your heart still racing. "Oh, uhmm, yes, I'm fine... Wait, did you turn the stove all the way up?"

Lilia looked a bit confused as he admitted, "Yes? I wanted to melt the butter faster."

You couldn't help but shake your head in exasperation. "Lilia!!!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his impulsive cooking decisions.

He chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the near-disaster. "Well, it did the job, didn't it?"

thankfully, you manage to finish the cake without either of you getting hurt

it's not the best looking cake, but it definitely has a homemade feel to it, only enhanced by the chopsticks used to support it

you also get invited to silver's birthday party! lilia keeps trying to take pictures with you and ask you out

only this time, you can't help but feel more affected by his attempts than you were before

maybe you've taken a liking to the playboy afterall ;)

"Goodness, isn't it about time you give me a chance, darling?" Lilia playfully pouts, placing his hands on his hips in a mock display of irritation.

He sighs, before a rueful smile graces his lips. "Well, I suppose it's alright for now. I'm a very persistent man, you see," he says, his unwavering gaze fixed on yours.

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[chiasparks]

a soldier’s wishing star

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ship: bucky barnes x oc

word count: 4.6k

author’s note: i had the pleasure of writing this for a friend’s oc! a bit of lore, her name is stella, and she was born out of a dying child’s wish. upon completion, her existence is threatened, as the universe sees no reason for her to stay. should she stay for her lover, or go through with her duty? spicy conflict 😛 if you have any questions, feel free to comment, and im sure she’ll answer any questions you might have! i had so much fun writing this, especially with my ex texting me, as that was a main motivator 🥰 without further ado, enjoy! (ps, italicized passages are flashbacks :) )

just for you, @vevanine <3

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it had been five years since he lost her; five years since his whole world ended, while the outside one moved on; five years since all that remained from her memory was a small wooden token. as he sat on his balcony, his thumb ran over the familiar grainy grooves of his star, a wishing star left by the one he loved. it was selfish, really- the way he resented the fact she sacrificed herself. his star. his wishing star.

when she died, or, rather, her body died, she exploded into a burst of light, a flash of small stars appearing everywhere. the explosion burned those who were close to her body. stars scratched his skin, branding imprints onto it; a faint reminder of the fact that she was real, she existed. her last breaths were spent explaining that to bring her back, the avengers needed to wish on their respective star, and she would appear. everyone took a vow to not use their star until absolutely necessary, due to the fact that it was a single use wish. it had been like that for years; steve was gone, tony was gone, nat was gone, thor was off planet, and everyone who had ever fought alongside her moved on- except him. it seems as if the world was wiped clean of her memory, as if all that she had given was small enough to be shrugged off. he resented that. he resented the world, the stars, the fact that she had to die.

he never failed to talk to her, though. every night, before going to sleep- that is, if he was able to get some- he would walk outside. regardless of the weather, he would sit out on his balcony, look up at the sky, and just speak. sometimes it was long paragraphs, other times it was a heavy sigh. he closed his eyes, opened his heart, and spoke.

———

on a calm and quiet evening, stella and bucky were stargazing. she knew the constellations like the back of her hand, and although he didn’t know much of what she was talking about, he always listened. on this particular evening, she seemed troubled. her sentences were short, her breath was long and calculated. as she laid next to him, she held his hand and ran her thumb across his knuckles. his hands were calloused, which upset her so. she could visualize the amount of pain needed to cause such hardened hands, and even if he never spoke of it, she knew a part of him still felt the wounds as if they were fresh. trying to get her mind out of dark thoughts, she asked him a question, interrupting the comfortable silence between them.

“do you ever think that the stars could listen?”

he took a minute to ponder her rather juvenile question.

“in what way?” he played along. she sensed he was teasing her, so she pinched his side.

“i’m being serious. do you think they look at us and, i don’t know…do something?” he paused.

“like…as if we’re their toys in a little sandbox?”

“yes.” he took a beat. he didn’t think it was all predetermined by a higher being, or rather, beings, but he did like to think there was someone up there.

“i’m sure they can listen. i don’t know if they choose to intervene, though.”

“hmm.” she hummed in response. she seemed to accept his answer, which eased him.

“if i ever become a star, i’d make sure to always listen to you.”

“doll, if you were a star, i think you would be too busy being light years away.”

“ha ha, bucky barnes.” she giggled, and leaned her head on his shoulder. it seemed like a memorized routine, a natural, comfortable one. many morning were spent gazing into each others eyes, many breakfasts spent over some silly conversation topic. though he was a man out of time, and she was, well, outside of time, it seemed only natural that it was meant to be. he held on to her smooth hands, baby soft compared to his rough hands. it calmed him to realize she didn’t experience what he has, and he felt like it was his duty to keep it that way.

suddenly, she sat up. her hand rushed to her forehead, and she winced. worried, he sat up and cradled her head.

“stardust, are you alright?” the nickname never failed to bring a smile to her face, a little pun about her origin.

“yes, i-“ she winced again. she curled up closer to his chest, as if to anchor herself from unknown pain. her hands were turning cold, seemingly out of nowhere. alarmed, he shook her from her trance. her eyes snapped back to focus on him, her eyebrows knitted in worry.

“talk to me.” he sounded scared, his usual reserved tone thrown out the window.

“it was…the council.” the council of all that was, all that had been, and all that will be. the council that put her there, the very same council that wants her out.

“no, stella. please, did you tell them no?” she wistfully smiled at him, knowing exactly what he was referring to. their time together had a limit, and that limit was approaching fast.

“my dear sargent, let’s not focus on what lies ahead.” small tears pricked at her eyes, and he tenderly wiped them away, careful not to mess with her makeup. he noticed the strap of her dress was falling, so he tentatively curled his fingers around it and fixed it for her. she hummed, a little surprised at the intimacy of his actions, and grabbed his hand. she placed a gentle kiss on it, leaving a small star impression, which glowed for a moment or two, then disappeared.

“i love it when you do that.” he smiled, his soft voice giving her butterflies.

“i don’t know what you mean.” she teased back, peppering more kisses on his hands.

———

he lost track of time. he didn’t often fall asleep outside, let alone when it’s cold. however, on this particular night, he just couldn’t bear anything. he stared at his little wooden star, his small reminder that he lost the love oh his life. angrily, he gripped the star with white knuckles, hoping to do something. break it? he wasn’t sure, all he knew is that whatever he was doing, it was working to alíviate the resentment. after he exhausted himself due to his anger, he sat down on his balcony and sighed. he leaned on his knees, blocking himself to the sights and sounds of his city.

“please…” he whispered to anybody who would listen. the star in his hand started glowing, eagerly listening to his words.

“please. i miss you.”

the star dissolved into little particles, similar to sand. he watched it slip through his hands, both metal and flesh, and watched as the only remnant of her existent fell through the rails of the fire escape. he blinked a couple times, incredulous of the fact that he just lost her, again. he waited for something to happen, he knew how much the universe loved its theatrics, but nothing happened. the sky didn’t light up, the ground didn’t shake, the stars didn’t speak. instead, he felt as if they were laughing at him.

———

after completing her glorious purpose, she grew ill, extremely ill; the kind of illness you can’t simply come back from. her body rejected food, rejected sleep, rejected the ability to stay alive. he spent every waking hour by her side, telling her about some new mission steve was embarking on, or some new recipe vision was attempting to create. he spoke and spoke about anything and everything, hoping the small increments of his life would increase hers.

in nature, the death of a star is called a supernova. supernovas are massive explosions that can outshine an entire galaxy, releasing a massive of energy and elements to space. his star, his beautiful stella, was dying in front of him- and there was nothing he could do about it.

the day came in which he realized she would not see another. she smiled to him, accepting her fate. she called upon to those who could attend, and explained what would happen after her parting. she advised them to leave her to die alone, for risk of harming them when she would pass on. of course, they didn’t oblige, which she was grateful for. it felt like time stood still when she was taking her last breaths, a smile gracing her tired features.

“ill be seeing you.” she said, a recall to one of their favorite songs.

suddenly, her body began to glow as she started to dissipate, her skin burning those who touched her. small stars started to shoot out, fizzing out on impact with the sterile, cold air. they hurt like crazy when touched, but he didn’t dare move from her side. the small stars cut his skin, leaving scars in their wake. he didn’t budge.

eventually, it all stopped. her bed was left empty, the imprint of her body still heavy on the sheets. all was gone, except for seven wooden stars and a note. the note read instructions on how to use the wishing stars, emphasizing that they were single use. he felt robbed.

“ill be seeing you, doll.”

———

frustrated, he walked inside his apartment. he shook his head, attempting to remove the foul memory of her death away. hot angry tears fell down his cheeks, but he didn’t care to supress them. he grabbed his coat, a pack of cigarettes, his house keys, and started walking out of his home, but not before giving a kiss goodbye to alpine, and telling her to guard the house. he walked and walked, reaching a small park a couple blocks away. he didn’t care to stop, but he knew he couldn’t walk too far from his home. with a heavy sigh, he sat on a bench. it was completely dark, aside from one dim lamp softly lighting the trees next to him. the small shadows cast on by the leaves left him focused on the pattern on the ground. he had stopped crying, but the pit in his stomach stayed. as if it had been ingrained into his muscle memory, he took out a cigarette and lit it. a small puff of smoke surrounded him, and he closed his eyes, lost in the trance of his poison of choice. he sucked in a breath, being mindful of the weight of the cigarette in his hand. he scanned his fingers, noting how the small scars of the stars left by her death were fading. he was gearing up to take another drag, when a small voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

“i never liked when you did that.” it was her voice, this he knew. however, as he frantically looked around, he couldn’t see her. bucky didn’t get hallucinations, but it felt that there was no other explanation for this.

“what’s it to you? you know it has no effect.” he softly spoke, scared to scare away the auditory illusion.

———

on a lazy afternoon, sometime in spring, she brought up the elephant in the room again. they were on his couch, her head leaning on his shoulder as they “watched” some random black and white movie. in reality, she was thinking very deeply about the near future, and he was thinking about her. he always thought about her, the way she felt under his touch, the way her eyes were so entrancing, the way her melodious voice could make anything sound interesting. he flippantly palmed a cigarette from the nearby table, and felt her stir as she heard the sparks from the lighter. she rarely hid her emotions, and this time was no different. her face turned into a soft frown, her delicate features turning slightly disappointed at his actions.

“i don’t like when you do that.” she spoke as he took a drag of his cigarette. of course, he thought she was talking about his smoking habits. she was, yes- but there was something else on her mind.

“star face, you know it has no effect on me.” he spoke as if his words were dancing out of his mouth, his face with a teasing expression. she rolled her eyes, but didn’t smile. his flirtatious attitude simmered, and he treaded carefully.

“stella?” there was a tension in the air. they both knew they weren’t talking about the cigarette.

“no.” she replied, firmly. he scoffed, and starting speaking.

“you promised we wouldn’t talk about it, so forgive me for thinking you were just talking about this-“ he started while motioning to the cigarette in hand, his tone trailing the thin line between frustration and betrayal.

“you have no right to judge me when you know- you know, what i have to do.”

“what if you don’t have to? what if-“

“you know there’s no other way. it’s my-“

“don’t you dare say duty. don’t say that word.” they spoke over one another, the pent up frustration over months of staying silent about this conversation suddenly bursting through their words.

“but it is.”

“there it is. you can’t force yourself to go through with this, you know. your life matters too.”

“more than everyone else’s?” he groaned as those words left her mouth. he knew there was no right way to answer that question.

“and what if i said yes? would that be so bad?”

“bucky, i can’t. it’s my duty, my obligation-“ she spoke with determination, but she knew that this decision would hurt both of them.

“am i selfish for wanting you to stay?” she clenched her jaw as he admitted his vulnerability.

“you’re not. i just…” she paused. she took a deep breath, recollecting herself.

“you and steve would say something to each other, correct?” he pressed his lips together, knowing what she was going to say next.

“i’ll be with you till the end of the line. right?” she continued as he stayed silent. he closed his eyes. he can’t hold it against her, it’s her whole reason of being alive. her ultimate sacrifice would mean the survival for everyone, including him.

“bucky, what if this-“

“don’t.” he interrupted quietly. he held her face, leaning his forehead against hers.

“please.” he begged, resigned.

“what if this is it? what if this is the end of the line?” she whispered, a small but noticeable quiver in her voice.

“you have no right to leave me, star.” there was no venom in his words, just defeat.

“you have no right to hinder my mission, soldier.” she smiled softly at him, their salty tears mixing together and staining her shirt, the damp material clinging to her skin.

“you’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he scoffed, a smile encroaching his face as well. he ran his fingers through her hair, and ran his thumb across her cheek as she leaned into his touch.

“you never fail to remind me.”

———

his tired eyes scanned his surroundings once again, trying to make her figure out of the darkness. he put out the cigarette butt with the palm of his metal hand, the hiss of the hot filter meeting the cold metal surrounding the space.

“doll, you said you’d always listen to me.”

“darling, i have been.”

he leaned his head back to the metal frame of the bench. with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, he gently parted his lips. he exhaled a sigh, shaking his head slightly.

“you’re not real.” he managed to whisper.

“excuse me?”

“i said…” he started, opening his eyes and standing up.

“you’re not-“ he locked eyes with her. she was standing there, she was actually, genuinely, 100% there.

“real.” he added the last part in a hushed tone, his breath hitched as he took her sight in.

———

nights were spent in close proximity, usually with her curled up on top of him. without fail, he would caress her hair until she fell asleep, which never took too long. one summer night in particular was different.

he was humming to some lost melody of his past, and she was tracing the metal plates of his arm.

“darling?” she interrupted the comfortable silence. her voice was like honey to him, and his heart melted at her delicate tone.

“yes, my dear?” he let her get comfortable as she sat up, letting her hands guide his to her waist as she sat on his lap.

“when were you planning on telling me?” he blinked once, then twice. he tilted his head slightly, his parted lips showing that he was thinking over what she said.

“im sorry?”

“i was cleaning your desk today, and there was a box tucked away- terribly, might i add- in a corner.” he chuckled sheepishly at her dig of his hiding habits.

“did you…open it?” she shook her head.

“you know what’s in it.” he added, in a matter of factly tone.

“i do.”

“you weren’t supposed to see it, doll.”

“i know.” she smiled, pushing the strands of hair away from his face, his pink tinted cheeks growing warmer by the second.

“i didn’t want to scare you off…” he trailed as his eyes darted to the side.

“you wouldn’t. how long…how long have you known?”

“known?”

“that you were- um, ready.” he noticed a twing of nervousness in her voice.

“a month. or, maybe more. ive had the ring for a while.” he admitted, gaining enough courage to meet her eyes.

“right.”

“you?”

she took a moment to answer.

“a while.” she breathlessly chuckled as he took her hand, tracing her lines, her scars, and her palm.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered sweetly, placing a kiss on her hand.

“i was waiting for you to catch up.”

“right.” he chuckled as well. of course she wouldn’t make her sentiments known, she always left little clues as to what was on her mind. occasionally, it seemed as if she spoke in riddles, and he spent hours trying to piece her puzzle together.

“what now?” he locked eyes with her and asked. her cheeks were also tinted with a red hue, but she looked like she was glowing. everything about her was effervescent: her smile, her eyes, her hair. even in days where she was tired and clothed in old t-shirts, he still felt butterflies in his stomach when she would look his way.

“i think…and this is just a hunch-“ she giggled as he rolled his eyes. “i think you have to ask now.”

he took her sight in. his brain couldn’t possibly understand that someone loves him, like genuinely cares and appreciates him the way he always hoped for.

“stella…”

“yes?”

“is this real?”

———

he was frozen. the love of his life was in front of him, flesh and blood, star matter and star dust, and he was there, standing like an idiot. his breath quickened, and he dared not move, in case his hallucinations grew strong enough to become visual. she tentatively took a step forward, careful not to scare him off.

“bucky, i-“

she was cut off by him engulfing her in an overwhelming hug. sobs struck his body, and his legs gave up. he kneeled in front of her, not caring that he might be hugging her too hard.

“i didn’t- i thought- stella? i thought i would never see you again.” he managed to say through broken cries.

she hugged him back. of course, she hugged him back. five years she spent looking after him, looking after the sobs that filled the night, listening to his wants, his pains, his joys. she would respond, but he couldn’t listen to her voice. she would hold him, but he couldn’t feel her touch. occasionally, she would sing to him, songs of memories long ago. she was there, and he could touch her. she was there, and he could hear her. she was there, and he could breathe her in.

“i told you, sarg. i’d-“ she attempted to speak, but her own cries muffled her voice against his neck. “i said i’d be seeing you.”

———

bucky never wanted children. he felt that there were enough super soldiers in the world, and he didn’t want to risk adding to that population with his offspring. however, he couldn’t lie that there was a small feeling in the back of his mind when seeing fathers with their kids. he couldn’t brush off the daydream when looking at small baby clothes at a store, or seeing a mom pushing a stroller at the park. he never voiced his thoughts out loud, thinking that this topic was too…much. it wasn’t until him and stella were in bed one night that he brought up the notion.

“would you ever want-“

“kids?” she interrupted him, reading his face like a book.

“how did you know?”

“i may not be able to read your mind, bucky, but i can see the way you look at babies.” he hummed. maybe he wasn’t as good at hiding his emotions as he thought.

“well?”

“im unsure if i can have them.” she admitted. despite how serious the topic was, they seemed to be very casual in conversation.

“because…you’re a-“

“star.” she finished his sentence with him. despite her very human look, touch, and feel, she was very much not one. she chuckled a bit at the absurdity of how that sounded.

“i’m sure that i can get…you know, but i don’t know if i can…you know. carry it to term, or whatever.” she motioned as she spoke, her hands hovering over her stomach.

“i see.” he added. there was that, nothing else to add. he mentally shut that file and shoved it deep in his mind.

“do you resent that?” she asked, with a very neutral face. because of who they were, their conversations never danced around feelings, and they spoke very forward. he was grateful for this, because it seemed that they couldn’t take things the wrong way.

“pardon?”

“do you resent the fact that i can’t get…you know?” she blinked, her head tilted to her side. he noticed her eyebrows were furrowed ever so slightly.

“no, i don’t. and i mean, even if you could, i’m not sure the fetus could withstand the super soldier DNA.” he thought methodically. their terminology felt very clinical, but it seemed only appropriate.

“true, i didn’t even think of that.”

“so you have thought about it?”

“well, of course. it seemed like the natural next step.”

“mmm.” he hummed in acknowledgement. his hands naturally fell to the crook of her neck, where some strands of hair laid. he gently moved them, and started massaging that sweet spot close to her throat, noting how delicate she felt.

“if we could have them, though, i would love to have named one cass, or cassie.”

“after the constellation?”

“you know me so well.” she giggled, as he continued massaging her shoulder. she hummed in content, orienting herself close to him.

“i haven’t even thought of names, really.”

“just about having them?”

“yeah. i’m sure i would’ve just named one of them after steve.”

“one of them? how many were you thinking of having?” she chuckled, feeling grateful that this conversation was lighthearted, despite the deep sadness of not being able to have little ones.

“don’t judge?” he asked in a small voice, a smile overtaking his face as well.

“never.”

“maybe seven.”

“good lord-“ she exclaimed, smiling as he laughed gently.

“or six, you know. can’t have them getting lonely. plus if they got bullied in school, they have backup.”

“and you would know a lot about that.”

“yes, actually.” his face turned serious, which in turn, made her laugh harder. “if you thought steve needed backup, shit, i needed backup! you think it’s easy protecting some wimpy kid?”

“oh, my.” she grinned at him, taking his sight in. he was a gentle man, and a gentler lover.

“but since we can’t have them, at least we won’t have to worry about them getting beat up.”

“true.” she added, noting how there was some sadness behind his eyes.

“so…” he trailed off.

“we can get a cat.” she stated softly, taking his hand off of her shoulder and holding it. his eyes lit up.

“a cat?”

“sure! you mentioned you had a couple growing up, we can get one. or two, or-“

“seven.” he finished, chuckling with her.

“maybe just one.” she smiled, closing the space between them with a tender kiss.

———

she sat next to him on the bench. she hadn’t aged a single day, and her locks of hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, as if she was a painting of who she used to be.

“your hair is long.” she spoke, a sad smile appearing as she ran her fingers through his hair. he hadn’t been keeping up with his appearance, and he knew he looked a bit rough. however, he knew that she liked his hair long, so for years, he kept it that way.

“it is. yours isn’t.” he replied, star struck with the fact he could talk to her and have her respond in real time, in real life, in front of him.

“and i see you’ve kept the beard. you look so grown up.” she chuckled slightly, running a finger across his jaw, feeling the prickly hair tickle her.

“doll, how…how?” he interrupted her small talk.

“i don’t know. i’m just, here.” she stared wistfully at him.

“are you real?” he stared at her incredulous. there was a chance that he actually went completely off the rails, and his hallucinations grew stronger. she smiled softly.

“oh, my sargent.” she exclaimed softly, embracing him once more.

“i don’t know how long i have left.” his heart sank as she spoke.

“wait, you’re leaving again?”

“i don’t…i don’t know. i just got here, and-“

“i thought you could stay.” he added, defeatedly. she took a deep breath.

“just for tonight.” she smiled mournfully, meeting the eyes of her lover.

“and when i wake?”

———

bucky couldn’t sleep most nights. wether it be for the nightmares, or the fact that he thought that if he fell asleep and woke up, everything he had ever loved would be gone, and he would have lost 100 more years. as he stirred, she woke up.

“buck? are you alright?” sheepishly, he nodded, a bit embarrassed that he caused her to wake up.

“yeah, i just-“ he was interrupted by her wiping away a tear.

“you’re crying.”

“oh. i guess, i was. i’m sorry.” he said softly, his eyebrows furrowing. he didn’t realize he was crying, and he cleared his throat.

“nonsense. maybe it was a bad dream.”

“maybe.”

“you have a lot of bad dreams.” she wasn’t asking, merely stating. her bluntness humored him a bit, and he smiled.

“i do.”

“if you have one, i’ll make sure to wake you.”

“right. thank you, sweets.” she nodded and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“and…” he started.

“and?” she repeated.

“and when i wake?”

———

“and when you wake, i’ll be here.” she smiled fondly, taking his hand, and placing it on her chest.

“i’ll always be here.”

[short-for-melancholy]

what soups would the various soup eating and enjoying girlies most prefer? feel free to skip any if you don't have ideas and/or don't want to come up with an answer except adela please

the addendum at the end REALLY got me lmao. i feel like im not enough of a soup connoisseur to know all the soups the girls can choose from but we'll try anyway

mel - honestly she's just getting whatever's cheapest. just something with meat in it, probably.

hikari - are there sweet soups? i cant think of any but if they exist thats what she'd prefer.

aoi - probably something with udon. i dont know much about japanese cuisine despite all the anime i watch featuring nigh-erotic descriptions of it

lia - give her something she hasnt tried yet.

nest - classic meat and potatoes stew kinda girlie

valyrie - hmm i dont think whiskey counts as soup... what would she like... no yknow what? valyrie would destrroy a bowl of italian wedding soup. idk if that shit has a different name or not.

dr. marion - something healthy and balanced. maybe something with barley and chicken and lots of vegetables in it.

cassidy - her dead wife's shitty leek and potato stew. if you cant replicate the clashing flavours and burnt bits that come up from the bottom of the pot, anything made from foraging in the woods and some kind of game. bear, probably.

adela (MANDATORY) - i said it had to be the blood of her enemies but that was a joke. adela's much more interested in cruelty than transmittable blood diseases. as long as its made with the best ingredients available in the town and she gets to lord over whoevers in charge, thats plenty. and 'best ingredients' usually involves slaughtering a prized cow or other animal/pet not intended for consumption.

elyria - hmm.. whats the street food equivalent of soup... this hardly counts, but im pretty sure the general idea of pasties is that theyre soup ingredience cooked in a bread roll. she'd go apeshit for those. but also she'd go apeshit if you introduced her to the concept of the Bread Bowl. so like, put some cheese and broccoli in one of those and hand it to her. she'll love it. theres no evidence you even ate soup at all!

caroline - she's from a miller family so she grew up with the concept of noodles. a classic chicken noodle girlie.

angel - i have no idea what kind of tastes she'd have honestly. 's gotta have meat tho.

peach - hm. i think she also likes the classic meat and potatoes type stew.

eltah - there are cold soups right? she'd like one of those. i cant think of any off the top of my head. soba makes a cold soup right?

vasch - vasch doesnt have like, a tongue, so she cant taste any of the soups. really the most important things are texture and the ability to swallow without a lot of chewing. soups made from like, small grains like rice or barley, and heavily diced and cooked vegetables. she likes especially if theres spices in it so she can smell it, and she likes the warmth.

lefah - she also gets a cold soup!

[thepookiestpookiebear]

Twisted wonderland (WIP !!!)

Jade Leech x fem reader | Floyd Leech x fem reader

Can be read as any other gender if you'd like

Not a request but I just wrote this while on a road trip, aka right now. I wrote this in 30 minutes if you can't tell, obviously it's gonna be messy and not proofread

Cw : swearing/cursing, not proofread, Jade, Floyd. Ooc, rushed.

Wc: no fucking idea honestly I don't bother counting

You pant, absolutely exhausted. You had to chase after Grim to somehow force convince him to attend classes, but that little brat keeps running away and hiding. You find yourself all alone in some huge dark hallway, wandering around trying to find Grim.

"Grim ! Grim !! GRIM !!! WHERE ARE YOU ??" You shout, your voice echoing along the walls and high ceilings. "God knows what I'll do once i get my hands on you, you little sh*t.." you mutter angrily.

You're lost, but it's not like you really care at the moment. You're so busy cursing Grim in your head that you can't bring yourself to give a single f*ck.

That is, until you heard the dreadfully familiar voice of Floyd. (Insert oh shit, not good sfx)

"Heya, Lil shrimpy~ whatchu doing here, huh ? Did the little shrimpy get lost ?"

He says, with that menacing toothy grin of his. Sometimes you wonder how the hell his teeth are so white, what kinda toothpaste does he use ? Heck, do they even have colgate in twisted wonderland ? Maybe he uses its twisted wonderland equivalent. But damn, his teeth are whiter than my bedsheets and brighter than my earrings.

After a moment of internal brainstorming, you answer "Yup. Sucks to be me I guess. But that aside, why are you here ?"

His grin widens "that's for me to know and you to find out~" Oh how you want to wipe that stupid grin off his face because BOI you're not in the mood to joke around at the moment. 'Goddammit Grim, you will be the death of me one day..'

"Well, do you happen to know where Grim went ? That little sh- I mean, rascal, decided to play 'the dad who went to get milk' role and disappeared." Holy fucking shit, why is that burj khalifa eel leech whatever the fuck he is guy giggling like a fucking schoolgirl ? (Not that he's far from that actually) .

Giggle not as in the usual giggle he does but the kind of giggle a kid does when he's hiding something. Hmm. That's suspicious, that's weird..*insert sfx*

Well whatever, it doesn't matter what the hell he finds so funny because before you know it, you are gone.

Kaboom.

Abracadabra.

Gone. Gone and left no crumbs

Whoosh.

Because fuck no you ain't getting involved with Floyd or the octavinelle trio ever again. Even if fucking Leona held you at gunpoint and threatened you, you would still refuse to get involved with that slimy motherfucker.

'Yeah no thanks, but when I said I want my back broken I didn't mean it literally.'

*Insert sfx* AwOoP ! JuMpSCarE~

It seems luck wasn't by your side today, as you ran straight into a solid mass.

You groan "Oh fuck me.." you whine. Jade chuckles. Just as you had expected, he's grinning ominously at you while holding Grim in his right hand.

Well fuck, you should've known better. At this point these two leeches are your sleep paralysis demons.

(Would you believe me if I said I actually had Floyd as my sleep paralysis demon once ? It was fucking horrifying.)

"Oya oya, look who we have here, Floyd~ What a coincidence.."

He says, eyes glowing ominously while both of their grins stretch wider than your legs do whenever someone mentions geto or gojo. /j /not j

"Indeed a very unfortunate pleasant coincidence. Come to think of it, why weren't you with Floyd earlier ?"

He quirks an eyebrow "Oh, but i was. You just didn't see me. I was behind you the entire time, prefect."

"That isn't very...reassuring"

You trail off. "Well doesn't matter, can you just give me that thing ?"

You point at Grim, purposely calling him a thing to piss him off.

Grim begs to differ though, "THING ??? IM NOT A THING, IM THE GREAT SORCERER GRIM !!!!-" although that doesn't last long, he is quickly shut up by Jade's stare.

You grin, cockily. Haha take that you little gremlin ! That's what you get !!

But your thoughts are cut off just as quickly by Floyd, "Ehhh ? Shrimpy's mouth is open ?"

"Huh ? What does that have to do with this ?" You say, confused. Meanwhile Floyd quickly shoots Jade a knowing glance, which unnerves you.

"Nothing to worry your little head about, shrimpy~" "indeed, my brother is right, do not concern yourself with such matters."

Much to your shock, Jade wordlessly hands you Grim. Your mouth drops open

"Holy shit, Are you guys okay ? You behave as if you just ate Lilia's food... either that, or the sun will rise at the west tomorrow !"

The two simply smile and walk away.

Well, that was confusing..

[quietwingsinthesky]

(@transmasc-rose) Hmm... 11Simm, Simm is around for his Baking Period instead of going back to the war, and this affects our Doctor.

alsjfjglsjfk okay im assuming by baking period you mean immediately post-regeneration and what im saying is that this got wildly out of hand, here’s 1000 words of eleven & simm & amelia pond

Amelia Pond remembers, a few months ago, when it rained so hard that the streets outside of school flooded. It hadn’t been so bad, even though no one had come to pick her up so Mels had promised Rory when his dad came, “Don’t worry, I’ll walk her home.” By then, his dad’s car was already making huge waves as it drove away. Neither of them had an umbrella or raincoats, so they’d sprinted between trees and bus stops as it continued to pour down. The streets became rivers, and when they caught their breath on Amelia’s front porch, they’d turned back to look at the unrecognizable world of their neighborhood almost underwater. Mels’ cold, wet hand in hers, Amelia had watched two rats swimming across the street, scrabbling over each other with tiny splashes and biting their tails to stay together until they got to the other side.

Anyway, that’s why she thinks Mels would understand her letting the men from the blue box into her house once she saw that they were soaking wet and why Rory would probably tell her she shouldn’t try to pick up rats because they might have rabies.

“If he’s the Doctor,” says Amelia to the man who stole all of the Doctor’s leftovers, (or was it stealing when no one wanted them?) “then who are you?” She’s been thinking of him as the rude Doctor, seeing as they both came from the same box, but that might be unfair. To the Doctor. She can’t just go assuming two men from the same box share a name.

“The Master,” he tells her, shortly. Amelia squints up at him.

Amelia doesn’t care much about politics because her aunt doesn’t care much about politics. Still, there are all these newspapers that someone must have bought that sit in the lounge and they both forget to clean up.

“Why do you look like the Prime Minister?” At that, the Master grins. His teeth are too sharp.

“Because I ate him.” Amelia wrinkles her nose at him. He’s going to have to try harder. Mels is much better at scaring her than he is.

“Stop that,” the Doctor tells him. “She’s-” He looks over Amelia curiously and guesses. “…Five?”

“I’m eight,” Amelia corrects and stands a little taller.

“She’s eight, and there’s a nasty crack in her wall that’s scaring her enough. You don’t need to make it worse.” The Master huffs and crosses his arms, but he does glance down at her again. She doesn’t think he’s decided to be nice, exactly, but maybe that he’s decided even if he isn’t lying and he does eat people, that Amelia wouldn’t be very tasty. He extends a hand to pat her on the head, and Amelia bites at it. She doesn’t manage to get him, but he snaps his hand back. He grins at her.

“She should be scared. I’m surprised she’s even still here.” Amelia frowns at him the same time the Doctor does.

“What do you mean?”

“Explain that, Master,” the Doctor’s voice flips from fun to serious very easily. She likes that about him. Most adults never use their serious voices around Amelia, only the fun ones, even when they have bad news to deliver.

“You’re counting the doors, Doctor. I’m counting the bedrooms.”

“So?”

“Amelia, you said you only live with your aunt?” the Master asks, pointedly. Amelia scowls at him, even though a part of her is delighted that they were paying attention to what she said.

“Yes.”

“So, why,” he emphasizes, “are there too many beds in this house?” The Doctor stops examining the crack and turns to him. Amelia watches a wave of something awful wash over his face. It makes her squirm, and despite herself, grab onto the Master’s hoodie.

“Oh, Amelia,” the Doctor says, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” She doesn’t like it, any of it, not the crack and not the feeling in the pit of her stomach that something’s gone terribly wrong. She doesn’t know what it is, but she knows- She knows- She can’t remember why she’s crying. The Master’s hoodie is grimy enough already, so she sticks her nose in it to wipe her face clean. He smells like a wet dog.

“First things first,” the Doctor says, “whatever was in the crack is now out of the crack.”

“I know. I can smell it.”

“So, we take care of that. Amelia,” he addresses her again. Amelia pulls her face out of the Master’s hoodie to look at the Doctor. “Do you mind if I pick you up?” Amelia is too big to be picked up anymore, at least by her aunt. Still, she nods. “Good. I’m going to put you in the safest place I know.” The Doctor picks Amelia up easily, like she would pick up one of her stuffed animals, and then deposits her, without hesitating, into the Master’s arms as he protests.

“I don’t want her. Take her back.” Amy wriggles, but despite that, he doesn’t drop her.

“I wasn’t lying. Whatever prisoner zero is—I’m working on it—you’re far more dangerous.” At that, the Master hums, pleased with himself. Amelia thinks the Doctor might be even more mad than she’d assumed. “Which also makes you safe.”

The thing is, Amelia thinks, the Doctor isn’t wrong. She looks at the crack, and she looks out her bedroom door down the hall they say contains a monster, and nothing scares her.

“It’s a little early for us to adopt,” the Master mutters.

“Sorry, can’t hear you. Too busy hunting an intergalactic fugitive. You’d know all about that. Amelia, did you know he’s wanted dead or alive in over two hundred galaxies? In multiple time periods.” Amelia looks at the Master for confirmation.

“Two hundred and fifty-three,” he says.

“What’d you do?”

“Everything.” He carries Amelia out, following the Doctor, and only gets interrupted telling her a story she’s not sure she believes about taking over an entire planet when the monster shows itself.