#Guess we just have to watch and find out peeps

[dreamer-of-ships]

Why do I get the feeling it's going to come out that Robert and John are both aware of each other? Like really AWARE. John mentioned he's heard of Robert before, but what if John is on Robert's radar too? What if they met in those years before he returned to Emmerdale and met Aaron?

John's giving serious hitman/conman vibes lol, so maybe he's one of the dodgy connections Robert had, who he'd call to do all his dirty work.

Robert himself told Aaron he's done things — things he's not even told Aaron about, so what if there is some connection between all that sketchy shit and John?

Who knows if Emmerdale writers would even think of something like that, but it could get interesting...

I'm still on the fence about whether Ryan will ever come back. I honestly don't think there are any indicators that he will in the near future, but this could be an interesting storyline to bring him back if he ever does.

[gilverrwrites]

I don't fall, I fly.

⇐⇐⇐ Chapter [2/?] ⇒⇒⇒

Circus playboy [AU], Dick Grayson/Reader, 6.7K words AN: SMUT, WHOLE LOTTA SMUT! This took longer than I'd hoped, but I hope ya'll enjoy it regardless ♥︎ Anon Joey, I promise I forgot I named a character Joey in this story I swear this was not meant to be any kind of representation of you lmao Warnings: Swearing | teasing | pre-mature ejaculation | lying and manipulation | denial 

Joey is a sturdy-looking guy with a skinhead and a stubbly beard. When you tell him you’re there ‘for Dick’ he licks his lips and flits his eyes between you and your bestie with a suggestive wiggle to his brows.

“You?” He grunts, pointing from behind the plexiglass. “Or them?”

“Um, me?” You’re not sure exactly what he’s asking but you presume you are the right answer.

He tears your tickets off the reel, but when you reach into the opening to take them from him, he grasps your hand in his meaty one and scrawls ‘DG’ on the back of it in black sharpie before letting you go with the orange slips.

“Shows at 6.30. You wanna head straight up that way, turn right at the main entrance, Marty will let you through the second entry. There's plenty of food carts on the way if you’re hungry but you gotta pay for 'em.” He gestures each direction with two fingers before sending you off with a wink. “Have a good night, peeps.”

“D-G? Are you like, officially a groupie now?” Your friend questions you jokingly over mouthfuls of shared candyfloss moments later. Since inviting them along you’d filled them in on the events of Tuesday afternoon.

“I guess.” You shrug, looking at the lights, breathing in the smell of popcorn, listening to the thrum of the crowd. You hadn’t been to a circus in years, so this is like a nostalgia trip. You’re enjoying yourself to much to really care about being branded with a marker. It was weird, no doubt, but a small price to pay for what would hopefully be a good show. “Hope it’s worth it.”

You’re too lost in conversation to realise it straight away but the further you walk, the smaller the crowd grows until eventually the only people around seem to be cast and crew.

“Maybe we missed it?” Your friend suggests when you finally notice.

You’re about to turn tail when you hear a familiar voice call out over the distant buzz of spectators. “Hey, it’s you!”

“Oh, hi!” Warmth immediately graces your cheeks as you watch Dick approach with long strides and open arms. 

“You made it, awesome.” He grins, his hands are already on you, fingers snaking down your back to settle snuggly on your hip. He looks starkly different, but just as captivating as when you’d first met. His tight blue leotard is partly covered by an open hoodie that still shows off his shapely pecks. His hair is slicked back, and he literally sparkles under the string lights that line the big top. You’re so focused on the glitter that adorns his skin that you almost forget where you are until he prompts; “Whose your friend?”

“Oh-“ You follow his gaze, eyes strolling over his broad shoulders, along his other arm which is conveniently hanging over your bestie's shoulder. You’re almost envious as they take over introducing themselves. 

Your time with Dick before the show is understandably short, but sweet. You hadn’t taken a wrong turn, as made apparent when he walks the two of you to the performer's entrance, bypassing Marty and telling you how to find your seats.

“When the lights go up, and Haly leaves the ring, come back this way and I’ll show you around backstage.” Dick tells you with a wink, dipping out before you can even consider declining his offer.

“He’s gonna show you his mini me.” Your friend laughs, wiggling their finger as you climb the steps to your seats. “Lil Dick, ya know.”

“Shut up.” You reply with a grin you can’t shake. Unable to deny that they’re probably right, and if he does, you’re most certainly not going to stop him.

“Whatever.” They continue. “Thanks for the ticket, but I’m not hanging around while you get dicked down, you good getting home alone?”

The lights come down as they ask their question, and your eyes excitedly lock onto the ring as you whisper back. “Sure, but don’t you wanna see the backstage stuff?”

“No, I don’t want to third wheel the pretence of your hookup.” They answer deadpan and though you’re a little disappointed for them, you’re mostly relieved that should anything happen between you a Dick, you won’t have to worry about ditching your bestie.

Had you actually paid to watch the show, you’d say it was worth every penny. The Ringmaster, Haly really knows how to build a show, the clowns aren’t too scary, and the whole thing is jam-packed with ‘spectacular acts’ as promised by the flyers. The firebreather in particular was memorising. The true showstopper, however, was The Flying Grayson. He sails and twists through the air, shining under the spotlights as he performs death-defying after death-defying stunt. It’s easy to see why he’s the headliner. Towards the end of his performance, Dick waves at the crowd, showboating and encouraging them to cheer louder, and finally blowing a kiss before swinging out on the trapeze.

Your friend fake swoons when they notice how you’ve leaned forward in awe to watch, and the teasing persists right up until you’re saying your goodbyes after the show.

You feel like such a rebel as you slink through the crowd, sneaking away to the performer's entrance once more, looking over your shoulders periodically until your eyes finally lock onto Dick. He doesn’t spot you straight away, eyes pensively focused on something off in the distance while he kicks his feet, and brushes the gel from his hair with his fingers, but eventually, he turns to see you and it’s like flicking on a light switch, the way his face shifts into that sunny smile. His arm easily drapes over your shoulder once more as you approach, and you just as easily melt into his side, allowing him to drag you off to God knows where.

Dick likes this bit, even the cager girls unknowingly become a little more malleable, a little star-struck after watching his routine, and you’re no exception. It’s too easy to fall under his spell, and you’re all too aware of it. No matter what wonders he shows you, or who he introduces to you, your eyes rarely leave his form, and he basks in the attention.

“This is cute.” He mentions, pulling at your skirt and stepping close enough that you can smell his sweat beneath his rich, sweet cologne.

“Thanks.” You feel flushed immediately under his roaming gaze. He’s clearly using it as a guise to get closer to you, but you have some spunk in you yet. “I like this.”

You snap the taut strap of his leotard, he fakes a yelp and a pout.

“Ouch.” His nose brushes yours, stray hairs tickling your forehead as he leans down. “You might need to kiss that better.”

You run your finger under the strap once more, pulling it aside and baring his toned muscles. You playfully hum in consideration before pulling the sleeve back into place and looking him in the eye. “Maybe later. If its bruised.”

“Later?” He quirks a brow as you step back, content to make him work a little more for it.

“Later.” You confirm. “After the tour.”

He stares you down with his deep blue eyes, and you think you might break until he finally sighs, yielding to your demands with a complacent grin.

It’s not until he’s holding your hand as he guides you through a myriad of caravans that you finally think to ask; “By the way, what is this?”

You wriggle your hand out of his to show him the Sharpie mark you’re hoping you can scrub out in the shower before your shift tomorrow morning.

“Oh, that.” He takes your hand once more, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of it, looking very nonchalant. “If I wasn’t there, it’s just to show Marty that you’re on my guest list.”

You’re not convinced. “Can’t you just have Joey write it on the tickets of something?”

“Nah.” He shrugs, but there’s a hint of mirth in his tone that has you doubting him. “Were not supposed to save seats or let people in though the performer's entrance. When you leave, you take the evidence with you.”

Suspicious. Very suspicious.

What he neglected to mention is that, of course, the entertainers’ are allowed guests and reserved seating, it’s only Dick who's on a tight lead because he does it too often.

Before you can voice your doubts, however, Dick stops in his tracks, tapping his free hand on the trailer beside him and turning his whole body to you with a coy look. “Last stop, home sweet home.”

Home sweet home is strangely whimsical for an average sized mobile home. It has lights around the roof and painting, old and new decaled onto the metal exterior. One piece in particular grabs your attention. 

“The Flying Graysons? Theres more of you?” You ask earnestly and Dick steps beside you to follow your eyeline, dropping your hand in favour of stretching his arm across your shoulder and leading you to lean into his chest.

“There was.” He answers quietly, eyes remaining focused on the image even when you angle your head to watch him. “My parents. Kind of a family business, you know?”

“They must be proud of you. You’re amazing.”

He smiles as he looks down at you, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I hope so.” He sounds glum. Clearly, you’re not privy to something and it isn’t your place to pry so you decide not to push the subject when he moves it along. “Do you want to come inside?” 

“Yes!” You’d known the invitation was coming, but you don’t think to mask your enthusiasm at all, happily following him inside, taking your shoes and socks off at the door as requested, and allowing him to hang up your jacket. “I can’t stay though, I have a shift early in the morning.”

“That’s fine.” Dick hates when they stay over anyway. “We rehearse pretty early too.”

Inside, you notice an array of protein powers along his kitchen counter, and a stack of old records piled up beside an even older-looking couch. That’s the entire extent of any interior features you have time to examine before his lips are on yours.

You gasp when you first feel his soft lips on yours. You’d expected forwardness, but damn he moves fast; almost enrapturing you with his minty-sweet lips and feather-light touches until you feel your back hit what is presumably the door to his bedroom.

“Ahhh.” You can’t help stuttering as you pull away, captivated briefly by the sensually blissed-out look on his face as he chases your lips, settling for sucking and nipping at your throat when you turn your face away from him. “Fast!”

He stops at your objection, his whole body freezing but for his fingertips which have already crept beneath the waist of your skirt to teasingly massage your lower back. “Do you want stop?” He sounds confused.

“No.” You answer decisively, shivering when you feel his breath deliberately brushing against the sweet spot in the crook of your neck, fanning the fire that’s currently simmering between your thighs. You were into it, his speed had just caught you off guard and you need a moment to collect yourself. “Just, slow down a bit. Show me around first?”

“You know this is a one-night thing, right?” He scolds himself internally for snapping, it’s not an unreasonable request. There's just something about the sweet smell of your perfume, the taste of your lips, and that damn skirt. He’s been dying to get you here all night, and you’re so close. But now you’re pouting and narrowing your eyes and while he’d love to fuck the admittedly adorable petulance out of you, he knows his chances are rapidly depleting.

“Sorry, sorry.” He lets go of you, throwing his hands up in surrender and turning on his best, most charmingly sheepish smile. “I just haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met the other day. I’m getting too excited.”

His shoulders sag. Scratching the back of his head as he steps further into his living space. He knows he’s winning you over because your expression softens.

“That’s the kitchen, and this is the living room.” He gestures to the two sides of the open space.

“That room back there was my bedroom when I was a kid, but now it’s just storage. Old suits, photos, stuff I don’t want to get rid of.” He points to the door at the other end of the trailer before turning back to the door you’re currently still resting against. “Bed and bath are through there.”

You chew your lips as you turn to look at it, fingers tracing the hard plastic until you find the handle and gently open it. Dick leads the way, stepping around you and into the small space. He fiddles with the switches on the wall until the room lights up and it is very much what you’d imagined. Mostly it’s an extension of the outside, the light source is yet another sting of lights despite the bulb that hangs from the ceiling. Posters, photos, and souvenirs from all over the world line the walls.

“I’m sorry there isn’t more to see.” He offers as you follow him in, unconsciously wrapping your arms around his waist and melting into him as you approach. There isn’t much space for the both of you to stand, almost all of it is taken up by the dresser and the bed which is lined with blue sheets, and literal notches in the wooden headboard.

“I think there’s plenty to see.” You comment, nodding at his abused bedframe and he laughs but doesn’t deny the implication.

“It’s getting late.” He points out, and you know what he’s really getting at. There’s no more to show you, it’s now or never.

Feeling bold you slide two fingers under his sleeve once more, slowly brushing it from his shoulder to expose his unblemished skin. He watches every move half-lidded and unshakingly as you press your lips to the spot you’d snapped earlier until his fingers splay across the back of your head, tilting you to face him once you’re done kissing his non-existent wound so he can draw you back to his mouth.

As if he’d taken your prior hesitations to heart, he kisses you slowly this time. Cupping you with warm hands as he tenderly works his plump lips against your own in a series of deep, ardent kisses that you hadn’t expected from him. It’s you who takes things further, quickly getting lost in his embrace. You part your lips, only half fighting for dominance before you concede and allow his tongue to explore unimpeached until he starts to paw at your hips, pulling you close to him so he can grind his compressed arousal against you.

Teasingly slow, you dust your fingers across his chest, dragging your fingertips downward along his spandex suit until he firmly takes your wrist in his hand. You pull back from the kiss to take in his heated expression. You have no idea what you’re doing to him with your blown-out eyes and open mouth. Impatiently, he directs you half a step back, until your knees give against his mattress, and you drop down. Exactly where he wants you, he releases your hand, and you continue your slow veneration of his body until you settle your hand on his bulge. Your touch sends a shockwave through his body that has him bucking his hips in an instant.

He definitely made a good choice picking you, he thinks as he takes a moment to admire your form. You’re so fucking pretty, looking up at him from the edge of his bed, biting your spit-glossed lips while he grinds against your eager hand. He’s pressing hard enough that you have to make an effort to keep your hand in place, partly from desperation, partly because the pressure is needed to be felt through his dance belt.

Not content with the current state of things, Dick is quick to start undressing. His clothes are barely around his ankles before you wrap your hand around his shaft. You’re not sure what you’d been expecting but you’re pleasantly surprised by his uncut cock and intentional hairlessness. There's already a drop of precum on his tip and your mouth practically waters as you lean forward to taste him only to feel long fingers curling into your hair.

“No no no, not yet.” Dick pleads beneath his breath, holding you still by your roots and watching you with fire in his eyes. He bites the corner of his lip, tilting his head as he thrusts languidly into your open hand. “Use your hands for a bit longer.”

This is his favourite part. The fucking is always good, and he’s hungry to find the position that will make you call his name over and over again, begging for an encore, but there’s something so erotic about this bit that drives him crazy. Doesn’t matter how many girls he brings back here, he’ll never get enough of seeing them work his cock in their marked hands. Right now, you’re already claimed by his initials, by the trail of swollen little bitemarks he’s traced down your neck, but by the time he’s done with you, you’ll be completely ruined. Inside and out, totally smothered by him.

You’re not exactly sure what’s going on in his head but damn he’s hot you think as you watch him from below. He hadn’t kept the body glitter to his just his arms. Under the warm light of his bedroom, his whole body shimmers, extenuating his toned, lean muscles. Stray pieces of dark hair fall to frame his fevered expression. His deep blue eyes are squinted intensely and he’s biting down on his tongue as he watches you work your hand along his length.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” You can’t help but speak your mind, and he looks down at you puzzled for a moment, clearly not expecting your compliment, but eventually smiling genuinely at you in response, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

No matter how much praise Dick hears, he’ll never get enough. God, and you mean it too, he can tell by your wide eyes, by that little smile you can't bite back, by how you’re watching him religiously. Fuck. He’s gonna need 5 more of you.

Another, sizable bead of precum spills from his head, it drips from his length, trickling down your arm and before either of you can process it, you dip down, not once breaking eye contact as you soak up every drop, slowly lick it up from your hand, working your way up his cock.

Neither of you see it coming, but your little show of debauched worship has Dick's whole body twitching. He tries so hard to hold it back, but as soon as your lips part over his crown to drink up any remnants of pre, he instantly starts shooting the real thing into your open mouth. Cursing through his climax, suddenly grabbing your head and holding you in place as ropes of hot, sticky cum hit your tongue.

“Shit, shit shitshitshit.” He mutters, averting his gaze when your brows raise at him in surprise. “Shit, never happened before. I’m sorry.”

His knees buckle at the intensity of his climax, causing him to lurch forward. The last of his cum dribbling directly into the back of your throat before he stops altogether. Drops of the fluid spill back out of your mouth when he wrenches back from you, the speed at which causing your body to sting with rejection as he hurries from the room, locking himself in what must be the bathroom.

“Diik- wouate.” You try to call after him, mouth still dripping with his cum. Before following you rapidly search the room for a box of tissues or a waste bin to spit into, when you find nothing, you bite the bullet and swallow, cringing at the taste and the metallicness it leaves on your tastebuds before you head over and knock on the door, once, then once again but he doesn’t answer. You can hear him moving around, hear his hushed voice presumably talking to himself. “Dick, are you okay?”

When he still doesn’t reply you continue, choosing your words carefully. “It- it’s okay. It’s normal. Could happen to anyone really.”

It’s not okay. It could happen to anyone, but not him, he’s not anyone.

“It kinda makes me feel good about myself actually.” You’re not sure if this is going to help or make things worse. “You know? Hand job so good I made you pop before… yeah.”

Your awkward laugh falls on deaf ears. Good for you, he thinks bitterly. Thankful when he hears your footsteps retract, he listens intently as you slowly make your way through his trailer. Relieved when you stop in his cramped kitchen space. He’s not ready to face you just yet, but he’s certainly not done with you either.

He’s not sure how long he spends in front of the mirror, trying to ease his embarrassment, to pep talk his cock into getting hard again, but seemingly it’s long enough that you get tired of waiting. God, this is a disaster. He has to turn this around he decides as you knock once more and announce that you’re leaving. Now, or live knowing that you’re the one who got away. If he can’t fuck you tonight, then he has to ensure you’ll come back before the show moves to its next location so he can prove himself.

“Don’t go yet.” He says as he finally opens the door, displeased to see your sock and jacket have made a return. If anybody asked, the shrillness of his voice was intentional, part of his plea to make you stay a bit longer. “We can still do other things.”

You’re sceptical, it’s evident from the frown on your face and the way your eyes flick between him and the door. Dick does not like that at all.

“Come on, girly.” He urges, turning the charm back up as he leans in closer, gathering the fabric of your top in his fist and using it to tug you the last few inches until you’re chest to chest. Already your skin is starting to tingle again, excitement curling in your guts as he brushes his cheek against yours, pressing fresh kisses to your skin as he works his way to your lips.

Deep blue eyes bore into yours, begging you for permission and you easily crack under his gaze, stretching up on your toes to initiate a kiss so heated it’s like you’d never stopped. How he turns it on and off so easily should be studied, you swear. He doesn’t tease this time, only pulling away from your lips long enough to pull your top and coat off. He unclips your bra with a speed you only possess on your best days before lifting you by your ass and hauling you the 4 feet to his bed.

Once your back hits the mattress he leans back to look at you, his hands clutching onto your thighs, causing your skirt to ride up and giving him a spectacular view of your damp panties. Instinctively your hand darts down to cover up, but he latches onto your wrist, guiding it to his mouth where he plants chaste kisses to your knuckles as he looks you up and down, over and over.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He repeats your earlier reverence, taking a few more seconds to admire your body before letting you go and dipping down to trail more kisses up your stomach, his calloused fingers cupping your breasts, squeezing as he draws closer. “We should make you the main event.”

“What a fucking line.” You quip, but the look of adoration on his face never wavers and you start to grow bashful under it. Averting your gaze until you feel his tongue on your chest.

“I mean it.” His speech is slurred as he draws circles on your bosom with his spit, you’re on edge as he grows closer and closer to your nipple but never hits the target. If that wasn’t enough to make you lightheaded, Dick pushes the weight of his thigh between your legs, eyes still trained on every little movement you make as his knee shimmies against your heat. “You’re gonna be the prettiest notch on my bedpost.”  

He's so smooth, even the glib reminder that this is just casual sex makes you feel flushed. 

“W… ” Your response to him is hampered when he finally fixes his mouth over one of your nipples, his hard fingers pinching down on the other until you arch your back, pressing yourself deeper into him.  The inadvertent pressure on your clothed cunt making you moan aloud.

“You gonna say something, pretty girl?” He gently holds your nip between his teeth as he talks, blowing his hot breath against the sensitive bud.

“Fu- fuck you’re good at this.” You breathe, eyes rolling back as he starts to bounce his legs, eyes narrowing smugly at your praise. “W-was gonna ask where you got that sharp tongue fr-from?”

Dick smiles around your bud once more before drawing it in for once last, torturing suck and releasing it when a wet pop.

“Oh, you like it, do you?” He drags the tongue in question between the crevice of your breasts before working it leisurely up your throat and into your open mouth where you weakly knead it with your own, too focused on the way Dick has worked his knee up onto your clothed groin, pulling your panties taut between your folds in the process. It hurts, but in a way that has you desperate for more. You almost don’t notice when he retracts his mouth to murmur in your ear. “You’re already shuddering and we’re not even at the best part yet.”

“Will we get there soon?” You roll your hips, meeting the tweaking of his leg and he grins at your enthusiasm. You’d thought your skin ablaze until Dick rakes his nails down your torso, igniting more fervour in his wake until he finds the waistband of your skirt and panties.

“Oh yes.” As he speaks, he sits back on his knees, taking your clothes with him. He can’t help the way his jaw relaxes at the sight of your exposed pussy, wishing he was hard enough to plunge right into your dripping hole. But watching you, as beautifully depraved as you are, come apart even more from his hands and mouth is a more than satisfactory consolidation prize. And if he sticks the landing, he’s sure he can win you back here for a second performance. “Just stay still and lovely like you are, an’ let me make you feel real good.”

He runs his pointer finger between your folds, brushing your clit gently before delving straight for your entrance. He slips right in, down to the knuckle with no friction at all and your cover your face, mortified by the wet squelching noise your pussy makes as he twists and turns his finger inside you, tightening the coil in your centre. When he withdraws you peek through your hands, watching the wicked grin on his face as he examines the string of wetness that follows, snapping a few inches above your sex. 

“You’re so messy, baby.” He purrs, dipping back in to spread your wetness around, rubbing two fingers against your clit until you start to moan aloud. “I love it.”

Gradually he teases the two fingers into your entrance, the added digit causing more stretch than the last time. You can’t help clenching and whining, especially when he uses his other hand to caress your clit once more. “Oh fuck, Dick. I think I’m gonna…”

“Already? That was easy. I haven’t even tasted you yet.” Despite his teasing, your quiet neediness is making him fucking feral on the inside. Hurrying your orgasm along, he drives a third finger into you, biting his lip, grunting and goading as he watches you come undone. “Go on then. Cum on my fingers baby, make an even bigger mess.”

As if on command you do exactly that. Dick can barely decide where to look; your preciously scrunched-up face, your chest which is jutted out and shaking due to your arched back and heavy breathing, or your greedy little pussy as its walls clasp around his digits, sucking him in as you spill onto his palm.

As soon as he’s certain he’s ridden you through your climax, he pulls his fingers from you and your whole body jolts at the resistance. He checks that you’re watching him through your foggy, post-nut daze as he proceeds to lick and suck his hand clean.

You moan at the way his loud, pornographic enjoyment of your juices revives your libido. It’s really not fair that you should be ready to go again so soon, while he’s unable. You can only imagine how good it would feel to have his cock buried inside you right now, but you don’t want to press the sore subject. Instead, you move your trembling body, enjoying the perplexed but amused look on Dicks face as you climb closer to him.

“Want to kiss you.” You inform him, startled by your own breathlessness.

“You’re cute.” Dick patronises, finishing licking up his middle finger before reaching out and clasping his moist hand around your neck. “Come kiss me then.”

He squeezes just tight enough to send a chill down your spine as he pulls you closer, locking you into a short but heated kiss, eagerly sharing the taste of your bittersweet ejaculation. When you pull back to breathe, he pushes on your chest and you fall back against his sheets once more, your eyes zeroing in on the vintage stickers that lace his ceiling as you try to calm your sudden headrush.

At the same time, Dick drops off the bed, kneeling on the floor. Just when you’re coming to, he grips your hips, pulling you to the mattress's edge until you’re close enough to feel his breath in your sensitive core. 

“Not done with you yet.” He laughs, the extra air on your folds making your toes curl. “Still gotta give this sharp tongue a firsthand taste.”

Before you can protest, not that you really would if you could, Dick practically dives, mouth first into your folds. The moment his hot tongue grazes your already tender clit you jerk, bucking your lower body away from the salacious intrusion but Dick swiftly follows, not letting up for a second as his arms loop over your stomach, fingers digging into your hips and forcing you back down. 

“Don’t fight it, you’re gonna feel so good.” He murmurs, tongue still working between your twitching folds, mouth twisted into a wickedly obscene version of a smile before he latches his lips around your bud. Moaning loudly and closing his eyes as he savours the taste of your slit. He’d called you messy, but within a few minutes of working you with his tongue, his chin and neck are drenched with saliva. He can’t help it, you taste so deliciously bittersweet, he can’t get enough, and the cherries on top are the beautiful, sinful little sounds you can’t choke back.  

Overwhelmed and shaking, you reach down and hook your fingers in his thick dark hair, pulling it tight in an attempt to ground yourself but it does nothing to dampen the waves of pleasure that pulsate through your body. Very quickly the pull of your hips increases tenfold, your face squeezing tight, and Dick knows you’re about to cum again.

The only thing sweeter than your needy little pussy is the tortured wail you release as he shimmies down your folds, leaving your clit unstimulated in favour of stuffing his tongue into your tight hole just before you topple over the edge. At the intrusion, your walls convulse around him, forcefully throbbing around him despite the betrayed, wet-eyed look you’re giving him. Oh, you are so coming back, and he is going enjoy fucking that sullen look off your face while you milk his cock for all its worth.

“What’s that look for?” Dick asks, taking his tongue out of your folds and nuzzling into your inner thigh, intent to prologue his teasing just a little longer. You gasp when you see the collection of slick on his face, shocked and aroused by the muddle of fluids. Between that and your hopeless need for him to finish what he’d started, you can barely comprehend him speaking to you. “Do you want something, baby?”

“Please…” You start, barely able to string your words together. Feeling more and more frustrated as Dick shakes his head at you, grazing your folds with his cheek as he does so.

“Please what? Come on, you can do better than that.” His encouragement only vexes you more. 

“Please let me cum, Dick! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” The look that overwhelms his handsome features should put fear into your heart, but all it really does is make you ache for his touch even more. “Will you come back here on Saturday night and let me use this pretty pussy all night long?”

“Yes!” You don’t even hesitate, anything to feel his mouth on you again. Your lack of inhibitions works though. Dick immediately compensates you by twisting his tongue into your slit again, lapping and sucking at your sweet spot, fervid and hungry. Intense blue eyes locked closely on your every move as he swiftly falls into a rhythm that has you right on the edge in no time, the denial only having heightened your sensitivity. 

His grip on you remains steadfast, supporting your wild movements as your legs buckle and wrap tight around his neck, squeezing him as you wither and reel against him. He swallows every drop of your release, gulping it down, his groans of appreciation loud and explicit enough to rival your own. Goddamn. You can’t recall a time anybody ate you out with as much shameless passion and he keeps going until your body falls heavy and slack.

“How’s that for taming your pussy?” He remarks, ego pouring from every syllable but you’re too out of it to care. Body completely jellified, head empty, unable to think of a witty comeback. You lay still but for the rapid rise and fall of your chest as Dick crawl up your body, goading you once more. “Too effective?”

Again, you’re too preoccupied to care as he leans in to brush his lips along your nose. You’re vaguely aware of his arm moving beside the bed, but you’ve no thought or motivation to care as you soak in his attention, chasing him until your lips find his, joining into an equally smiley kiss that is laced in your juices.

“Here,” he says as he ends the kiss, pulling a handtowel from somewhere? And dropping it on your chest. Presumably, that’s what he’d been fiddling for. “You remember how to clean yourself, right?”

“Oh, shut up, Dick-head.” At last, you find your voice, Dick having egged you a bit too much. Playful you throw the towel back at him as he makes to stand, but he easily catches it and drops it between your legs.

“Okay, okay.” To emphasise his surrender, Dick holds his palms into the air as he backs away, you’re not expecting him to leave the room entirely however until he’s gone.

Unsure how to respond, you sit up and grab the towel, cleaning off. He isn’t gone for long though, returning a moment later with a glass of water, grabbing your discarded clothes from the floor and tossing them toward you as he approached.

“It’s getting cold out, probably.” He comments, placing the cup down beside you and beginning to rummage around in his drawers. He finds and pulls on a pair of joggers as you too begin to redress. “You wanna borrow a thicker jacket? Swap them back on Saturday?”

“Oh, about that.” His head snaps to you, brows creased. Bar the concentration on his face as he’d sailed through the air during his performance earlier, this is the closest you’ve seen him to looking serious and even though he’d clearly been trying to get rid of you only seconds ago, you feel bad for what you’re about say. “I can’t come on Saturday.”

His annoyance is evident, face falling even more as he stares at you. 

“I can do tomorrow though?” You offer, but that’s no good to him. Fridays are the big night, Haly likes him to schmooze the VIPs, and he can manage that while he’s thinking about bouncing you on his cock, but it if you’re actually there the temptation to sneak off and make good on his fantasies would be too great. “Saturday night I have a thing.”

“A ‘thing’? Like a date?” Oft. Dick can hear how he sounds, totally pissed, maybe even a little jealous. He’s not. He can sympathise with the fact that you got caught up in the height of the moment, only God knows how many promises he’d made in the throes of lovemaking that he’d never intended on keeping but he was so sure he’d hooked you around his finger. He needed you to be. Need you to come back so he can finish the job.

“No, nothing like that. It’s a family thing.” Your attempt to consol might have seemed more genuine were your skirt not hiked up around your stomach. You’d redressed completely but for your underwear which you were now fruitlessly searching for.

“What time does it start?” Dick sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out across the small space to grab your hand and pull you closer.

“5.30” You answer, allowing him to pull you to him. You straddle his lap, instinctively draping your arms over his shoulders. When you’re face to face, he cracks a smile, you’re starting to recognise this specific grin, with its sparkly teeth and crinkled eye. It’s the smile he’d given you when you’d first crossed paths, and later when he’d invited you to his show. This is the smile he gives you when he wants something.

“Come to the matinee then.” He instructs, angling his knees up until you fall further into him, allowing him access to ghost soft little kisses to your already well-marked jawline, breath tickling your skin when he speaks. “Show finishes at 3.30.”

“And what time will you be finished with me?” Your voice notches up a pitch as you try to speak through your retrained giggling. Dick hums into the crook of your neck, making a show out of thinking up an answer. You’re not expecting it when he suddenly grips your rear, and it makes you yelp. He uses the globe of your ass to support your weight as he stands, carrying you through his trailer until you’re at his door.

It's decided then, it would seem. You’re leaving now and coming back on Saturday.

When he despots you onto the floor, you bend over to slip back into your shoes, swaying your butt around as Dick pulls down your skirt and presses up behind you, impishly grinding on you even as you stand up straight once more.

“You didn’t answer my question.” You remind him when he nestling his nose into the crook of your neck, sniffing your sweet, sweaty smell before you stop moving and prompt him once more. “Dick?” 

“Hm?” He hums dreamily before letting out a dramatic sigh and spinning you around to face him as he finally answers. “If you’re late to your ‘thing’ because you can’t resist my charms that’s on you, pussycat.” 

“Ick!” You protest to the awful nickname, both of you laughing as Dick opens his door and slowly but surely leads you out of it.

Dick rattles off a list of directions, advising you on how to get back to the main gate. He offers to walk with you, but you decline.

“Goodnight, kitten.” He jests in farewell.

“Goodnight, dick.” You reply.

He was right, it is cold. A gust of wind blows against you, reaching between your legs to your still damp centre and reminding you that you’d never found your panties, but Dick has already closed and locked the door behind you. Returning to his bedroom, he retrieves your missing underwear from where he’d kicked them under the bed and props it over the corner of his headboard for later.

If you're reading this, I wan't you to know that you are beautiful and I love you!

[zvdvdlvr]

Just A Little Late

🩻 - Synopsis. The day comes when Aaron realizes he has to talk to you. Is he able to repair your relationship or does he get the rejection he knows he deserves?

🩻 - Warnings. Angst. Fluff? Possible ooc!Aaron. Mild description of blood and a fire.

🩻 - Author’s note. Thank you all so much for the love of this mini series! I have an epilogue in store if you’d like :)

A couple hours after you got home, your phone buzzed. Looking down, you saw ‘Big Boss 😠’ on the lockscreen and glared down at the glowing box. With a trembling hand, you unlocked your phone and read the message.

From Big Boss 😠: It’s Hotch. What are you doing tonight?

To Big Boss 😠: Why do you care?

You bit your lip after sending. Were you being too harsh? You felt your heart sting. You hated being mean to Aaron, the man who had previously fought tooth and nail to be by yours (and your team’s) side. But after he chose not to visit you or even communicate with you during your stay at the hospital… it’s safe to say you felt betrayed on another level.

From Big Boss 😠: Because you are apart of my team.

You scoffed. “Really? Are you fucking serious, Hotch?”

To Big Boss 😠: Didn’t seem like that when you apparently didn’t have a word to say to me when I was in the hospital. Or at the restaurant.

With tears in your eyes, you threw you phone at the wall as hard as you could. The sound of the screen shattering and broken glass falling to the floor was exactly how you felt.

— 

Spencer and Derek were the ones that went to find you. You were two (full!) hours late to work. Every minute you didn’t show had Aaron’s heart rate picking up. But he knew he couldn’t go to find you. So he sent Spencer and Derek, telling himself he couldn’t keep hiding from you forever.

Spencer unlocked your door as Derek swept the front and back yard. A precaution, but Spencer was worried nonetheless. Because you were never late!

“Y/n?” Spencer asked, his hand finding the gun strapped to his hip. “Are you alright?” 

He heard a loud sigh and guessed it was you over the sound of the T.V.

Derek nodded at Reid and they both toed cautiously toward you, completely unaware of how you’d react to them being in your home. Uninvited.

“Mama? You alright?” Derek asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Spencer looked around. You phone and a bunch of glass laid in a pile near the wall. You had clealry thrown it from a distance- from the couch? Had you even gotten up?

“Will you lay with me?” You tiny voice asked. You were completely swaddled in a blanket leaving only your eyes and nose peeping out.

“I-“ Derek started, clearly taken aback by your actions.

“Of course we will. Move over, you. Derek, call Hotch and tell him we might be a little late.”

Derek watched Spencer sit down on your couch with wide eyes and an open mouth. “I- yeah. Alright. I’ll be back in a second,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. He stepped outside and shut the door as he dialed.

“Hotchner?” 

Derek rubbed his head with his hand. “We’re at y/n’s. She’s-“ Derek sighed. “She looks horrible, man. She looks like she cried all night and didn’t get up at all during the night. Her house is clean, but she did a number on her phone. What’s goin’ on with our girl?”

Hotch felt his heart squeeze in his chest and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. You cried all night, your phone was lying in pieces, and you even had Derek worried. Aaron had to fix this. “I don’t know, Derek.” Liar, Hotch thought. “Stay with her. Get her up and moving, I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay. I don’t know what you did, Hotch- and don’t lie to me because we’ve all seen it- but you need to get your shit together.”

Aaron felt a singular teardrop run down his face and land on the stained wood of his desk. The dial tone blared loudly in his ear and Hotch felt like the biggest asshole on Earth.

Derek went back into your house and locked the door. “What are we watching, nerds?” The man patted your blanket-covered legs and sat down.

As Spencer explained the show as briefly as Specer could, both men acted like the didn’t see the tears fall out of your eyes and your body shuddering every time you inhaled. Spencer let you play with his hands to keep from picking at your lips until they bled.

Eventually, Derek convinced you to go get cleaned up and dressed. When you came back out, Derek persuaded you into letting him braid your hair (props of having sisters) as Spencer picked something to watch.

You had just started laughing when you heard someone know on the door. Derek tutted poshly and refused to let you move until he finished the braid.

“Better hurry up,” Spencer commented uselessly from your couch, munching on popcorn you didn’t even know you had.

You scoffed. “Good idea, Reid.”

“Off to the races, you,” Derek joked, pushing your head forward when the braid was completed.

“You both suck. Never letting you in my house again-“ you muttered, opening the door. Words fell right off your tongue.

Outside your door, Hotch held out a concerningly large boquet of your favorite flavors. Your mouth fell open and you felt like slamming the door. Just as you started pushinf the door shut, however, Derek swung open the door. 

“Y/n, please listen to what he has to say. I think you need to hear it.”

You looked accusingly at Derek, eyes flickering between the two men in front of you. “No. No! Because why would I listen to a man who wasn’t there! You didn’t show up! You. Weren’t. There. Get out of my house. Get off my property. I quit. My documents will be at your desk tomorrow. Leave. Get out!” You yelled, pushing Derek out of your house (no small feat, my God) and yelling at Aaron.

Spencer swiftly avoided your glare and flailing arms, leaving Derek and Hotch to fend for themselves.

“Y/n, please. Just five minutes. Listen to me- five minutes!” Aaron pleaded. His voice cracked and he faltered against you.

You had moved from Derek to Aaron, trying as hard as you could to push them out the door and onto the grass. “No! Please just leave me alone. I can’t- you made your point when you couldn’t even look at me after I came back to work!” You yelled, not noticing the tears sparking in the back of your eyes.

Derek was glad almost every other adult was at work- the screaming match you and Hotch were holding wasn’t pretty.

Aaron let you push him out the door, but held onto the porch railing. “You were the one distancing yourself from me-“

You froze for a moment, looking at him with so much hurt in your eyes, Spencer assumed you had just gotten your spinal cord severed. “Bullshit! You’re lying to me and you know it, Hotchner. You- you left me there. Dropped me off at the hospital and left! ‘Oh, yeah! Her face is so torn up now, she’s so scarred and fucked up, I can’t be seen with her!’ Is that what you were thinking when you left me there? Huh?!”

“Medic! I need a medic!”

Hotch tore away from the firefighter’s grip, bounding over the lawn to where our were choking on smoke. “Y/n!”

You tore at the ground with your bloodied fingers, slowly going limp.

Aaron didn’t feel the heat of the fire as he slid one arm just under your neck and another arm under your knees. “Please, y/n,” he whispered, navigating through the burning building , blood dripping from your wounds into the threads of Aaron’s clothes.

He held onto your hand as you were pulled into the ambulance on a gurney. Ash and soot streaked his face, but he hadn’t looked away from you. Despite the deep knife wound that twisted and warped your face, despite the burns on your body, and despite your faint breathing, Aaron held on to you. Crying and pleading and hoping.

When Rossi had finally tore his hands from yours, he watched dazedly as you were rushed into an OR. For hours he must have stood there, watching the floor. Waiting.

Waiting.

“I- I love you, y/n! I couldn’t watch you die in some sterile room where I can’t help you! So I left. I left and couldn’t bring myself to see you because this,” he said, gently running a finger from te top of the scar down to where it ended at your collarbone, “this tells me that I failed. I failed you, y/n m/n l/n, and I know nothing I say will excuse that, but the fact that I failed to protect you…” Aaron looked away. “I couldn’t- I couldn’t stand the fact that I failed to protect ome of the only people I care about.”

Your hand came up to hover where Aaron’s was, still resting on the edge of your collarbone. “I needed you,” you whimpered, voice shaking. Your lip quivered as the man who said loved you stepped closer. “I needed you and you weren’t there. You left.”

Aaron nodded vigorously, his own tears falling down his face at your words. You were so close to him, letting his hand trace you carefully even though a part of you still hated him for not being there. Aaron hated him too. “I know. I know, y/n and I’m sorry. But- but I’m here now. I won’t leave unless you tell me.”

You leaned forward and latched your arms around Aaron’s waist and fell, crying into Aaron’s expensive shirt. “I hate you, Aaron,” you wailed, vice-like grip on his jacket tugging him even closer to you.

Aaron closed his eyes and let you fall into him. “I know you do, y/n. I know.” One of his hands rested on the back of your neck and the other kept baby hairs off of your face. “I know,” he whispered, crying silently.

Spencer and Derek both nodded, knowing your relationship (and horribly harbored feelings) wasn’t hopeless after all.

🏷️: @zaddyhotch @mxrgodsstuff @bunnylov-3-r

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Random Turtle HC: Raph & Anxiety

*clears throat and approaches microphone before hitting whiteboard with a ruler* A-HEM! Behold my theories peasants!

As we see expresses in the VERY 1st episode of ROTTMNT, the turtles can recognize each others signature scents and can smell fear.

Raph especially is shown briefly through the brothers dialogue to be the most aware and self conscious about said scent to the point of becoming defensive about it.

This leads me to believe that due to both natural biological olfactory senses and increased abilities due to mutation, the turtle brothers (with an advanced ability tipping to Raph due to his size and sensitivity) can actually smell the hormone cortisol.

WebMD defines cortisol as, “Your body’s main stress hormone. It works with certain parts of your brain to control your mood, motivation, and fear.”

Simply put, the turtle boys can literally smell fear.

Now I know you’re asking yourself, “Okaaaaaay cool fun fact I guess, what does that have to do anything with me?”

*takes a step back and adjust glasses with a smirk*

My dear dear fellow tumblr, allow me to share the wonders of mixing fact, madness and media all in one! *sounds of maniacal cackling can be heard*

(I wrote this with the intent to be platonic but it could be romantic if you squint long enough)

•So we've established Raph can smell fear right?

•As a protective big brother who is quite literally in fact “BIG” he knows a thing or two about getting scared

• Especially when it comes to looking out for people he cares about

•Hes been fighting baddies for his family since he was a tot! From keeping away scary dreams at night, from crushed ancient metal zombies to terrifying alien virus monsters, there ain't much he hasn't seen

•So when you join the ranks of the Mad Dogz, you immediately also get a built in prtoector

•Raphs been looking out for the little guys his whole life, what's one more?

•Not to mention you're kinda cute, so he doesn't mind sticking around a little bit closer

•But you're different than most folks, Raph notices. I mean besides the fact that you WILLING want to be friends with 4 mutant turtles of all things.

•No besides your abnormal incredible bravery in looking beyond the status quo to reach out the hand of friendship to these reckless reptiles, Raph noticed that you just kind of…smelled

•Not in a bad way or anything just…you always seemed to have a lingering scent of fear on you

•And Raph would know. Hed recognize that scent anywhere. It's a scent that ghosts every hour of every day for him. Nighttime and being alone especially.

•Raph hates being scared. He's the biggest and the oldest. He's supposed to look after his peeps! And he can't do that if he's frozen with fear all the time!

•So what does he do? Raph faces the problem head on like he always do.

•You get scared a lot. That's understandable, but Raph decides to make it his business that you don't need to be scared when he's around.

•Raph’ll protect ya

•Be prepared to have this turtle subtly (orrer not to much so because although he's a ninja he ain't exactly tactful or subtle) watching you every time you and the gang get all together

•Its not hard. You've always caught his attention for some reason or another. So looking at you is something he does without even realizing it.

•He’s looking for triggers, anything that gets that heart rate of yours spiking and that scent start to waft.

•Fidgeting hands, bouncing knees, shutting down and slinking into your hoodie, nervous chewing, pulling or playing with your hair and pacing, he's got eyes on it all.

•Once a trigger has been spotted, Raph immediately tries to locate the source

•Too many people? Suddenly you find a 6ft something giant turtle behind you, letting you know with his massive presence alone that he got your back. Literally.

•He kinda likes this position because he can see everyone that comes close enough to interact with you and everybody can see him.

•All he's got to do is narrow his eyes a little a give em a flash of that all too familiar snaggle tooth of his if he thinks someone's being mean and he gets his unspoken threat across just fine

•Not to mention you're also close enough to grab if someone he doesn't deem fit for your attention gets a little too close for his liking. But he doesn't say that part out loud.

•Scared of talking? You suddenly feel the cool tip of his massive scaely alligator tail (anatomically correct alligator tail be darned, I'm going with the fandoms HCs for this one) gently wrapping around your ankle as a physical reminder that he's right there here to support you

•Overwhelmed and the world feels like it's closing in on you? Raphs massive size is a natural battering ram that allows him to pass through thick crowds with easy. He's not afraid to help heard you into a quiet little corner away from it all

•Years of practice with Donnie allows him the experience to ask you if you're good with touch.

•If yes, you know you're going to be instantly wrapped into his arms, pulled flushed up against the worn keratin of his plastron. Raph’s always been more of “hands-on experience” kinda of guy anyway.

•Raph gives good hugs. They're firm and tight, padded with the security of arms who have been holding the weight of the world for years.

•He will rest his chin on top of your head, gently guiding your head with the motion ever so slightly so you're somehow perfectly nestled right against his heart.

•It's a loud heart, especially when you're up so close. It's actually his strongest muscle and one he's most proud of. He cares about you, so he reckons he’ll allow you the privilege of getting close to it. In more ways than one.

•Raph doesn't talk much during these special security hugs. He's never really been much good with words anyways. Raph knows sometimes the noise can be too much, but he also knows that the silence can be defeaning. So being a turtle comes with some built in perks that make up a happy medium.

•Hes got a special churr saved for special situations just like this one. It's one of the lowest and deepest ones he's capable of making. More akin to a muted growl more than anything the way it vibrates his chest as you're pressed up against it. You can feel it more than hear it and it just takes a handful of minutes listening to this bad boy before Raph can sense your fear stink slowly dissipating and your natural sweet scent can return.

•Raph can smell fear, and there's something incredibly humbling for this Atlas of a turtle to have the sweet experience of watching that scent drift away whenever he gets the privilege of being close to you like this.

•”You don't need to be scared no more, Sweet Pea. Raph’s got ya. I'm gonna be right here until you're ready to face the world again. Until then, let me just hold ya.”

Dedicated to the one and only @anobodyinabog. Sorry this took so long,but I hope your day gets better Shortcake. Please know you're always looked out for and loved ok? 🧡❤️

[lino-jagiyaa]

desire - kim seungmin | next

genre: suggestive, fwb | pairing: seungmin x female reader | warnings: swearing, perv!seungmin (stealing panties and being a peeping tom, feeling y/n up in a dark classroom), implied thick reader  | words: 1,405

☀︎ your deskmate, seungmin couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself during class.

note: this ended up longer than i thought lol, sorry in advance...

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it was friday afternoon, your last class and your professor was letting the class relax since he gave you all an exam the day before that was really stressing everyone out, including him who had to grade everything today. so instead of starting a new lesson, he decided that he’s put on a movie while he started grading. seungmin had a few classes with you. he always chose to sit next to or near you since you were at least a little bit acquainted and it didn’t seem like he had many friends so you just let him.

he was nice to you. you liked having his company on days when your friends weren’t there. he’d offer to bring you water bottles or snacks when you studied in the library on late nights. he was a really nice guy. 

when he walked into class today, you were already sitting at your table. the lights were dimmed low but you could see the friendly smile he gave you. “hey, seung.” you started

“hey. what are we doing today? everyone looks slumped.” he says, putting his bag down on the floor next to his chair as he sits

“oh, we’re just watching a movie since the teacher has stuff to grade.”

“ooh, okay. is it any good?”

“it’s okay i guess, not much has played yet and to be honest i haven’t paid much attention to it.” you chuckled, laying your head on the table facing him

“i see. well, how was your day?” he asked sweetly, laying his head on the table as well

“it’s been pretty good actually. but i didn’t see you barely at all, where’ve you been?”

“i’m glad. and ah, i was busy studying for business math. you know how that goes.” he jokingly rolls his eyes

“mm, yeah it sucks.”

“yup.”

“you wanna know something weird though?” you ask

“sure..?”

“okay so, i went to the gym like i usually do. well duh, you know because you go in the same hour as me- anyways, after my workout i went to shower, and when i got out, i couldn’t find some of my clothes.”

“like... the dirty ones?”

“yes. i was like.. who the fuck?”

“did you leave them on a bench or in your locker?”

“on the bench, but they’ve never been stolen before. so i’m guessing one of those frat boys took it for their rush or something. it’s whatever, i guess.” you shrug

“damn, that’s sick as fuck.” seungmin frowns

but the truth was, he was trying to keep his composure since he was the one who took your sweaty gym clothes. specifically your underwear. he’d never gone as far as stealing before. only sneaking glances at you in the locker room when you changed, or through your bedroom window at night. giving him easy access since you neglected to get a pair of blinds in your dorm. he usually admires you during classes or in between them. how beautiful you looked, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“yeah, but it’s fine, really. it’s not like i can’t just buy another pair of underwear- shit, sorry. i didn’t even mention that before, i don’t know why i told you that-” you stammered 

“y/n, it’s fine. we’re friends, right?”

“yes.” you cleared your throat

“okay then, it’s all good.” he smiled

that damn smile. why is he so handsome?

“you’re good at this.”

“at what?” he questions

“comforting people, me. you’re such a smooth talker, you know.”

“well, i try.” he smirks

fuck. y/n, calm down. he’s just a friend. right?

“you don’t date, do you?” you sit up

“not particularly, no. but if i see a cute girl, i might shoot my shot.” 

he nudges you on the shoulder when he speaks. shit. is he flirting now?

“how about you? i haven’t really seen you with anyone, i mean, except hyunjin sometimes...” he says low

is he... jealous? maybe you’re over analyzing things...

“no, you’re right. i’m not seeing anyone right now and i’m not apposed to dating or even hookups but i guess nobody else seemed interested.” you reply

“you sure about that?” he leans closer to you now

“you’re not... interested in me, are you?”

“maybe i am. what would that mean to you?”

you could feel your face heating up, cheeks burning in a deep red. as well as the heat between your legs growing stronger.

fuck. kim seungmin, the man you are...

“...yeah- i mean, you’re a charmer for sure. you’re not joking, though right?”

“now why would i do that? you’re gorgeous, y/n. and anyways, i’ve had a crush on you for a while now. not sure how you haven’t noticed until now.” his eyebrows drew together

“really?” you question 

“do i have to show you, y/n?” he leans in closer now, so close that you can feel his breath on your face.

it was making your head spin. the proximity between you two getting smaller and smaller as the conversation goes on.

“i wouldn’t be opposed.” you whisper 

“you sure?” he whispers back

“just kiss me already.”

and he does. sure, he looks and acts sweet but right now he’s taking his time with you. kissing you slowly and drawing you in to face him more by your waist.

your panties must be soaked now, and he knows it. knows how much of an effect he has on you already. he should, he’s been observing you for so long so he knows just what to fo to drive you crazy. can’t wait fuck you dumb. 

his hands are resting on the small of your back now and you whine into the kiss. it makes him draw back. 

“why’d you stop?” you said in a breathy tone

“there’s other people in room. don’t wanna get carried away, do we?” he smirks

“...right” you look away from him, scanning the room

“the class ends soon, so don’t worry. but i’ve got an idea.”

“oh?”

“let me hold onto your thigh till the end of class?”

“seungmin...”

“don’t be shy.” his eyes focused on the short hem of your short skirt that now rides up your thighs. oh so beautifully.

“okay. yes- you can do it.”

“don’t worry, i’ll be gentle.”

he scooted closer to where you were on the bench seating. only about an inch or two worth of space between the two of you. enough room for his hand to reach your thigh.

he played it safe at first, softly placing a hand on your right thigh. just resting it there, scanning your face for discomfort.

“you’re soft...” is all he managed to say before you were parting your thighs for him, ever so slightly. but he got the hint and subtly moved his hand closer to your core. 

“fuck. you’re already soaked for me and i haven’t even started yet.”

neither of you were looking at each other, pretending to pay attention to the movie that was still playing. it only seemed to have about ten minutes left anyways so it didn’t seem to matter.

oh, how glad you were to have picked a spot in the very back of the class. but still nervous that someone would catch onto what the two of you were doing back there.

you could feel seungmin lifting up your skirt a little higher, inching his fingers higher and higher up your thigh. so close. so close to where you wanted him to be. he squeezed your thigh, making you impulsively squeeze your thighs together. on his hand... giving him even more access. 

it didn’t last for long though. no. he forced your thighs back open, even wider than they were before with the single hand that was resting there before.

“damn, you’re such a tease.” he huffed, “don’t tease... your teasing is torture, baby. just wanna make you feel good.”

luckily for you, the bell rang and your professor told everyone they could leave. seungmin let go of you, getting up and grabbing his bag, waiting for you to do the same. once you did, you could feel your thighs sticking together. there was no way he didn’t notice. his gaze on you was hungry, needy. he wanted you, needed you.

he held out his hand, signaling you to grab it. “wanna get out of here? my apartment is near campus.”

“absolutely.”

he didn’t have to ask you twice. you wanted him too.

taglist: @dadonbabysworld @lynanist @lix-ables @xhazmania @svngcore @seungisms @strayingawayy 

[ikamigami]

I'm so happy that Moon opened up so much about his trauma and his feelings bsbzbzbzbbznx QwQ 💞

I'm proud of him 🥹💗

Earth really did awesome job with helping Moon with this stuff 👏

I'm glad that Earth is more understanding to why others don't tell her everything right away.. she starts to understand that she knows she can trust them and they'll definitely let her know in their own time..

She still feels hurt but it's a start and I'm proud of her as well 💞

It's good to see that Monty is honest with Earth about Taurus <3

And I'm happy to see Monty hanging out with Lunar like they used to ^^

And at last.. Sun.. spill your guts finally pls QwQ

Why he has to wait to open up till trauma just corners him and basically forces him to face his issues and feelings? - July 16th and Dazzle..

The silence when Sun heard that Moon nearly died again.. was painful QwQ

And yet the only thing he told is like always "Nexus wants to use to find shards and he doesn't seem to listen"..

Like pls Sun what about "Nexus told me how I and everyone else were unable to see him as his own person and I'm just still scared of him being hurt or dead"..

I think I know why Sun doesn't want to talk about this or about the specifics of what Creator told him in that dream or how Dark Sun told him about Moons killing their Suns in most dimensions.. or about what Goliath told him.. or about anything else like that really..

Cause Sun holds all the blame for all these things to himself.. he blames himself for everything..

"Sometimes I don't know how to help.."

"The fact that you support him is really helpful.."

Earth is right obviously.. but I'm sure that this line won't help Sun too much..

Cause look what happened when he was supportive to Nexus.. look how it ended..

I swear when Sun will finally admit to how much he feels guilty and blames himself for everything I'll be old bdndndnx/jjjj naaah but I'm sure that Sun won't admit to it too soon QwQ

Also ha! to all the peeps that were angry at me for saying that Sun is self-harming - look what Moon admitted that he's doing to himself hmmm ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

So I guess that talking about self-harm is okay.. and hints towards them having suicidal thoughts.. but at least no one will commit suicide.. cause we have that confirmed..

I just wish that people weren't so hacking rude and condescending towards me for saying that Sun is suicidal or that he's self-harming..

Like I said the only thing that I exaggerated about was that Sun will kill himself.. but other than that just leave me tf alone if you disagree with me on Sun's mental state.. ofc I'm always open to normal discussion ^^

So yeah anyway.. I think that Sun may do something reckless.. because he won't be able to kill Nexus.. that's my theory 👏

Xbjsndbdbndnd I just wish that at least someone would know.. at least one person.. how much Sun struggles with guilt delusion and all.. pls QwQ sbsnnsnxndnxn

But I'll wait patiently and suffer with Sun crying and enjoying the angst (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Also I saw someone's comment that maybe it could help Moon if he saw how much Eclipse's changed and grew (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) and honestly I agree ^^

I also wish that Eclipse would be first to find out that Sun holds so much guilt QwQ pls 🙏

Also I'm so happy that Sun and Jack talked in today's sams episode zbnxnxnxnx but I'm sorry Jack but it's hard to make Sun to spill his guts QwQ you tried though *gives headpats to Jack* ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^

And Sun and Jack watching a movie together vzbxbxbbxbzbxb

Sun sleeping on James Bond "how dare you, sir?!" Hdjjdjdjdjd /jjjj I know that Sun just didn't have much time when he was only one working in the Daycare to watch stuff and now he mostly play games when he isn't overthinking stuff or cleaning vxbxbsnsnnsns

Also hell yeah I love Kingsmen xbxnnxnxnxn yay yay yay (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Sun you'll love it x3 💞

And I'm so glad that Solar and Sun seem so comfortable with each other compared to how it was before vxbxjnxnxnxnxn ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Sams episode was funny and wholesome bxbxbbxbxbxnx

[baronessvonglitter]

Wip Wednesday

Thank you @milla-frenchy for tagging me! 💓

Currently working on several things at once, but this fic in particular is probably closest to being finished:

Daddy Can Fix It (handyman!Joel x plus size f!Reader

The premise is that Joel is a handyman who helps out all the ladies in the neighborhood with things their husbands don't have time for (which includes off the menu items) in this particular scene the reader doesn't know it yet, she just really enjoys watching Joel mow the lawn *sigh* wouldn't we all

His van appears in your driveway just a minute before eleven. You're impressed with his timeliness. What you don't expect is the gorgeous stranger on your doorstep.

Joel Miller is tall, broad-shouldered, skin bronze from working out in the sun, and his dark brown hair is greying handsomely. If you had to guess his age you'd say fifties. He's in a grey tee shirt and work jeans. What stand out to you the most are his eyes: almost black in color, appraising you as you wait in the doorway, prim and proper housewife, lips parted, eyes wide.

He asks for you by name and you nod, chuckling slightly.

"If you can show me where the lawn mower is I'd be happy to get started," he offers, and the voice you recognize from the phone makes you melt.

You lead him outside to the garage and he takes out the mower, filling it up with some gasoline first. "Is there anything else you need?" you ask politely.

"No ma'am," he looks over his shoulder at you as he pushes the machine to the front yard. "Get inside and get outta this sun. I'll handle it from here," he smiles and it makes you want to giggle like a schoolgirl.

From inside you watch him through the window, deftly maneuvering the lawn mower over, trimming the grass to a neat, short length. It's not yet the hottest hour of the day, but you see him sweating, and when he stops a moment to remove his shirt, you suddenly feel your pulse in the deepest part of your cunt. You wonder what it would be like to lick up every drop of sweat off his chest.

Like a slow motion scene from a movie, you watch the motion of his arms, the rippling of his back as he guides the machine over the lawn. Biting your lip you take in the sight of him, the determination on his face redirecting your thoughts to how he would look above you: hot, sweaty, hard, plunging into your drenched pussy.

How long has it been since you've had a man? Wesley prefers his Saturday nights like clockwork. But you want more. Stupidly thinking marriage was the best way to be treated right and fucked properly, you realized it was not the title but the man, and the particular man you chose was lacking in all area which mattered.

You aren't even sure you love him anymore.

But right now, watching Joel is a treat, and fantasizing about him is a little secret you'll harbor for later in the day when you'll inevitably find yourself using the showerhead attachment.

He finishes the front and back yards, and through the blinds you peep him putting his shirt back on, running a hand through his wavy curls before putting the mower away and coming to your door.

You answer it before he knocks. "Thank you!" is the first thing that comes out of your mouth. "Please come in and we can settle payment."

He cleans the bottoms of his boots on the welcome mat before stepping inside your home and following you to the kitchen. "You have a very nice home, ma'am."

"You're too kind," you're modest about his compliment, but it's thrilling to have someone say something nice about the hard work you put into keeping house. "Would you care for some iced tea? I've just made it fresh."

"I won't say no to that," he chuckles lightly, and you're happy to fill a glass with some of the fresh-brewed tea over ice.

Joel leans back against the sink, pouty pink lips pressed to the glass as he tips it back, opening just enough to take a sweet sip. You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows, and you wish you could lick a stripe up along his the length of his delicious-looking neck to collect all the sweat that's beaded there.

"Is there anythin' else you need help with today?" he asks, his question carrying a hint of something more.

You blank for a moment, getting lost in the depth of his obsidian eyes, still caught up in your little fantasy. "No.. no, I don't think so." Taking a look around your eyes dart to every corner, taking mental stock of the upstairs rooms as well. "No," you finalize with a smile.

"If you're sure.." he says in that same low tone.

You give him fifty dollars and chat a little while he finishes his drink. 

"If there's nothin' else I'll get goin'. Feel free to call me again if you need somethin' done, or looked at. Ain't nothin' I can't fix," he winks at you on your doorstep and you feel a waterfall in your panties.

no pressure tags to @clawdeewritesfanfic @inept-the-magnificent @604to647 @itwasntimethatdidit40 and anyone else who wants to show what they're working on! 😊

[badbf-cb]

12:30 am

It was so late... so dark... so quiet. It was the first sign that Hongjoong was alone in bed. He stretched his arms above his head and whined softly as he rolled over to investigate the cold empty bed. "Right behind you my ass," he huffed, throwing his legs off the side of the bed. "Be right there," he continued grumbling as he walked down the hall. He didn't need to look far... he knew exactly where to find his precious kitten.

Standing against the door frame, looking into the nursery, he crossed his arms and watched Seonghwa, his arms full of a wiggling and whimpering pink bundle. Earlier that day little Aera started to show signs of not being well. There was a wheezing when she breathed that unsettled her parents and she wasn't too fond of whatever she was being fed.

Hongjoong frowned at the sight, while he slept there was no doubt that Seonghwa tried to comfort the tiniest of the three babies... neglecting his own well-being.

"I guess I can't be upset that you weren't in bed, huh?" he asked, leading down to place a kiss right between Seonghwa's ears. "My turn. Give her to me and you go to sleep... You can't take care of them if you're not taking care of yourself." There was no room for discussion when he took the squirming girl in his arms... or so he thought. "I hope you don't think I didn't hear that!" Joong called after the sassy hybrid.

He took the now vacant spot in the plush rocker and adjusted Aera in his arms. "I know you see your brothers sleeping. You don't think we can come to some agreement?" Smiling, he cradled her to his chest. It seemed to be the only way to keep her quiet and allow her to get some rest. His humming and steady rocking finally started to work. She looked up at him with heavy eyelids and cooed softly. "Yeah? Don't get used to this. I'm not rocking you to sleep every night like this," he lied. Hell, Seonghwa would be the first to call him out on his blatant lie.

4:19 am

He must have fallen asleep. Shit. What time was it? Aera whined and whimpered when she was taken from his arms. Hongjoong rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"I must have fallen asleep with her," he says, his voice still heavy with sleep. "Calm her down and we can go back to bed." He crossed the room to turn on a small lamp... it was still too dark to see anything.

"Leave the light off. Don't make a sound," a gruff, familiar voice ordered him. Hongjoong's heart seized in his chest, his mind racing. "You've got to be more careful Hongjoong. A nice neighborhood like this still has bad things that happen." The man steps to the side, the light from the window casting shadows across his face. A second man standing in the corner.

"It's a nice family you have here," the man says to Hongjoong. "You've done well for yourself... I mean, as well as you could have with that creature." His voice is laced with disgust as he mentions Seonghwa. "At least you have two normal children. Shame about the other."

Hongjoong took a deep breath and held his hands out knowing his temper could be the worst thing right now. "Give her back to me," he said calmly. " We can go talk somewhere else."

The man laughed dryly and looked down at Aera, still upset about being woken up from her sleep. "Not a chance. She comes with us. How else am I supposed to keep you under control?" There was a soft click before something cold pressed into his abdomen. "I've already taken care of Taeyong. Don't make this any more difficult than it needs to be."

"I'll go," Hongjoong said firmly. "Just leave her, please. She is sick and needs Seonghwa." The pressure against his stomach increased and the man bared his teeth.

"You're little friend refuses to give me my daughter... So maybe I'll just keep yours," he hissed at Hongjoong. ""Let's see how well you handle having your precious baby taken from you." Suddenly, his eyes lit up with malice. "One peep from you and I swear you won't see them again... Now put these on and let's go. I don't need anyone waking up."

Hongjoong looked at the handcuffs tossed at him. What was he going to do? He wouldn't fight this asshole. Not while he had Aera... He couldn't take on two men... He couldn't get Seonghwa hurt. Jaehyun and Taejin need him... all of them. His stomach churned but he held it down and tightened the cuffs.

"It isn't too late," Hongjoong whispered to the two men. "Leave the baby and I'll go quietly. The man in the corner finally stepped forward. He was bigger than the other one. He reached into his pocket and wrapped his hand around Hongjoong's mouth. Joong's vision blackened around the edges as he collapsed.

"Shut up," he groaned. "I should have done this a long time ago." With the greatest of ease, the man threw Hongjoong over his shoulder and followed the man with the baby. "Two down and one to go."

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

I have an idea, can you do a drabble of yandere sniper x reader? Like sniper spotted the reader when he is about to kill someone and instantly fell for her. He stalked her and kidnapped her, keeping her locked within his camper van. And hopefully, add in that the reader has stockholm syndrome and fell for him right back.

This idea had been boiling in my head for a while now.

A/N: This is such a yummy idea. Please take me and hide me in your van, Sniper

Mine, All mine.

Yan!Sniper x F!reader

CW: Kidnapping, Light torture(?), teasing, shooting/mentions of shooting, (some) Non-con aspects, blood mentions, language, loss of virginity, begging.

There is quite a long sex scene in this so.. uh yeah

You were the newest member of the RED team. They hadn’t really gotten around to getting your clone set up for BLU yet so there was just one of you. Which, only made you even more enticing. You ran into battle, screaming loudly as you began to violently tear apart the opposing team. Taking knives to their throats, snapping necks and shooting holes through their torso’s. The blood of the falling team members painting your face rather beautifully. Sniper noticed this, watching you through the scope of his rifle. Aiming just enough beside you and suddenly shooting a bullet. Effectively killing one of your team members. Making their head into a fine red mist. You look up and noticed the glare from his scope before he moved to hide. You only scowled and ran finished the battle, continuing to slaughter the opposing team for the remaining time. After the battle was finished you went to leave and clean up but Sniper stopped you just before you left the battlefield.

“Hey, Shelia.- he paused “What’s your name?” he stood tall, his rough hand resting on your shoulder.

“Why? Who wants to know?” you shot back aggressively.

“Well, I would. names Mick Mundy. I’m the teams Sniper.” he flashed a toothy grin at you.

“Y/n.” You muttered

“We aren’t on the same team im guessing. I’ve never seen you here before.”

You nodded “Couldn’t guess by the uniforms?” you laughed and cocked an eyebrow. “They haven’t gotten around to making my clone yet, so it’s just me.”

He smirked “One of a kind, huh?”

You nodded and pulled away from his grip as you walked away “See you around, maybe next time I’ll be the one whizzing a bullet past your head, hmm?”

He only smirked and chuckled as he watched you walked away. Admiring your figure and thinking of all the things he’d like to do to you. He shook his head and regained his train of thought before walking back to his van.

This continued for a few more days. Just silently watching you. From anywhere he could. Your teams base, your room, during battles, you name it. He just watched you. Soon a growing need began to form deep inside of him. Everyday felt the same. Same routine of trying to conjure up a plan on how to get you all alone. Like a jaguar stalking its prey before the strike. Yet, this one day in particular felt slightly different. He had finally formed a plan in his mind on *how* he could get you all to himself. Just to him. No one else.

He carried his gun to his van, waiting behind a wall. Lurking in the shadows as you walked out of the battle field and towards the exit. He pounced on you. A bowie knife to your throat as his other hand covered your mouth tightly. “Not a peep. Respawn doesn’t work outside of the battle field, Sheila and I have no problem with slicing that pretty throat of yours, and wouldn’t want that now would we?”

You looked at him the best you could with wide eyes and shook your head rapidly. He didn’t look like the type of person to make this kind of threat up.

“Good girl.” He nudged you to walk forward. Knife still to your throat as you walked up to a camper van. You were frightened. He instructed you to pull the door open and you did as you were told. He guided you inside the van and you stood there. Not making a sound.

“You try to leave and I’ll find you, Y/n. You’re staying here. With me. Understand that?” You began to cry as he locked the door, tucking a key into his vest pocket and sitting down to clean his gun and knife.

“Please.. why are you doing this, I didn’t mean any of that stuff I said.” You said through frightened tears as you looked around, noticing the jars of liquid, weapons and snuffed out cigarettes that littered the van which only fueled your rage and terror.

It was obvious that he had not been with a woman for some time and it finally started to get him. “Not about that.” He mumbled “Then what can I do. Please, just don’t keep me here” you dropped to moved to him more and dropped to your knees as you begged and cried. He just shrugged. You gripped onto his leg. He was still unbothered as he cleaned his gun.

“Look, roo.” He moved his hand to your chin “It’s dangerous out there. The last thing I want to happen to a pretty girl like you is to get yourself hurt or worse, getting stuck in that god forsaken respawn machine.” He looked away and let go of you “I’m doing this for you.”

You stood up and glared at him with disgust and. “Fuck off. You’re a psycho” he just hummed. Showing he acknowledged your statement. You moved to him and smacked him hard across his face. His glasses shifting off the bridge of his nose.. He shot you a glare. Then, stood up and fixed his glasses while holding his gun. “Not a good idea to hit someone with a gun, sweetheart.” He moved to you as you backed up and swept your feet from beneath you. He aimed the barrel against your forehead and your tears began to flow again. Harder this time as you tried to breath through the shock.

“No” you gasped “No, no! Wait I.. I was just scared.” You moved to hold his leg tightly again “S..Sniper”

He interrupted your pleads. Still holding the gun to your head. “Mick.”

You nodded “Mick.” You looked up at him with red cheeks and wet eyes. “I’m sorry, please forgive me! I.. I’ll never do it again, I promise.”

He fixed his aim. The sound of the gun movie sending a shiver of fear down your spine “Hmm. I don’t know, babe.” He tapped the battle gently against your head some “You promise?”

You nodded the best you could and gripped him tightly “Yes! Yes, oh god.. I promise! I swear!”

He just smirked “Beg for it.”

Was he seriously asking you to beg for your life right now?? How crazy is this sick motherfucker!?

Your tears flowed heavier as they wet his pant leg and you began to hyperventilate through sentences “Please Mick! Please don’t kill, Anything but that! I.. I love you too much! I want to love you forever! Please don’t take that from me!”

He smiled and removed the gun. replacing it with his hand “Good little girl.” He pulled his leg away from you aggressively and moved to sit back down. You fell forward onto your palms when he took your support away. He patted the bed. “Let’s lay down.” You nodded and moved cautiously to lay on the bed next to him. He gripped you tightly against his chest and you listened intently to his heartbeat. It was the only soothing thing about this whole situation. “Tomorrow I’ll go out and get you some new clothes” he said as he tugged at your shirt. You just nodded and sighed against him. He began to rub gently circles against your back but you were far too scared to fall asleep fully, however this was helping you rest your eyes for a bit.

Before you knew it, it was morning once again. “Wake up, roo.” He tugged you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “You’re sitting up front with me. Can’t have you trying to break down the door or a window while I’m driving.” He opened the door and held your wrist tightly. Opening the door to the main party of the van as you climbed in and sat eerily still. “Is my girl hungry” you shook your head silently. How could you be in a situation like this? He sighed and looked at you. You mumbled, scared you did something he didn’t like “What? What’s wrong, Mundy” you said hoping to tug gently at his heart strings. “Are you scared” what kind of question is that?? Yes of course you are.. but you lied. Afraid to say something to upset him “No, not at all” you leaned against him. He smiled and held you close “Good.”

Time skip (I’m lazy)

After you made it to the clothing store he purchased wonderful, new matching sets of bras and panties for you.. too bad noone was going to see them but him. Once he took you back to the van he drove to an empty area. Pushing you gently into the back of the van and locking the door behind him. “Try em on” he commanded. “In.. in front of you?” You asked. He nodded and leaned against the wall. You were hesitant at first but began to take your clothing off. He pulled out a matching set and tossed it to you “That one” he watched hungrily as you stripped fully and finally laid bare in front of him. He chuckled as you shivered and began to slip the panties and bra on. “You look so good, Sheila.” He said as he made his way to you and peppered your neck in kisses. Pulling you closer to him by your waist. You wanted to resist but you we’re unsure if he’d even listen at this point. He bit down harshly onto your neck and it sent a shiver down your spine, maybe you’d like it. Might as well try to enjoy something in this wretched situation. You leaned against the touch. Whimpering at the pain from his teeth.

“What’s my baby want me to do, hmm”

“I.. I’m not sure” you mumbled out

He moved his hands to the curves of your waist, then your hips as he gently squeezed and moved to tease you through the panties. You squirmed instinctively and clenched your thighs “Seems like I can guess a few things” he pushed you gently onto the bed. He took his hat and glasses off and set them on a nearby counter as he leaned over you. He continued to kiss your neck, he shoved two of his thick fingers into your mouth and pulled your panties to the side. Slipping his thick finger up your slit and he began to tease your clit. Gently rubbing circles as you whimpered. Once he got bored with that he moved to your hole. Slipping one finger in and curling it. You gripped his arm and held it tightly. Moans and whimpers escaping your lips as he worked you open, “That’s right, keep making those noises for me.” You nodded and exaggerated your moans some for his enjoyment as he fucked you on his fingers, rutting his hard cock against your thigh.

Once he figured you were worked out enough he slipped his finger out and licked it. Sucking up your nectar as he released his aching erection from its confinements. He tapped the tip on your clit teasingly before sliding it down your slit to your hole. Slipping in slightly. You were so tight. So tight, in fact, that he had to stop to level his breathing because his breath was already hitching at the feeling of you stretching around him.

“You a virgin or something? You’re tight as hell” he hissed out with furrowed eyebrows.

You just nodded as your legs shook slightly

“Why didn’t you say something” he leaned up to you and held your legs open slightly more. You only shrugged and gripped onto his back for dear life as he began to slowly move more. Breaking your bleeding, virgin pussy around his thick cock. You moaned at the feeling, the pain started to subside and you felt only the pleasure. His grip tight on you, as if he thought you’d run away. He started to pound into you faster, moving you to a different angle. You moaned out loud and arched at the feeling as you clung to his back.

“Yeah, you like that? That’s the spot isn’t it?”

You nodded frantically. He rushed a hand down to your clit and started rubbing vicious circles on the bundle of nerves, you were seeing stars as he mumbled praise and curses into your ear. Not slipping a single thrust as your orgasm crashed into you. Your legs shaking and your body convulsing as you clamped down onto him. He hissed at the feeling of you milking him of the orgasm he so gratefully gave you. He continued to fuck into your overstimulated body until he reached his own orgasm. Painting your virgin walls with his thick, hot, sticky cum. He hovered over you as you still clung to him, both of you trying to regain your breath.

“Good girl. Already so obedient, hmm?”

You nodded “I never want to disappoint you.” You were lying, again. You just wanted to stroke his ego He sat up and tucked himself away, covering you with a nearby blanket and kissing your cheek “Go to sleep. I’ll get you some food or something while we’re out.” You just nodded. You had to admit.. it was kind of sweet that he looked out for you like this. When he wasn’t threatening you he was actually quite nice. He left and locked the door. Before driving to a store and getting some snacks for you. He came back and seen you still laying on the bed, not fully asleep yet. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got a lot things. Let me know what you like and I’ll get more of it next time.” You nodded and sat up, immediately moving to put the things away. He smiled

“No need to do that, doll.” You just stood there unsure if what to do “I want to. Please.” You said softly and waited until he said you could continue. He moved to sit on the bed as he watched you put the things away. “Can I sit with you” you asked meekly. He nodded “Yes of course” and then he leaned back pulling you to him as you sat down. He rested his eyes and you did the same as you leaned your ear against his chest. Falling asleep properly this time. Only to wake up to him gone. He was driving the van back to the base. You sat and waited patiently, rubbing your eyes. Once he pulled in and parked he walked back into the van. You perked up. He moved to grab his gun and knife. “Where are you going” your heart raced. “Work.” He said sternly. You jumped up and gripped at him “No, please! Don’t leave me here alone.. Mundy, what if you get hurt? I’ll be here all alone. I can’t lose you please just stay here with me!” he gently rubbed your back but then pushed you away “I can’t do that, darling. I need to make money so I can provide for my princess.” He kissed your forehead and walked out, locking the door. You cried to yourself. Sitting in the corner of the bed you shared for what seemed like hours until he came back. He was such a hypocrite. Isn’t that what he looked you up in here, to be safe?You heard the door click and immediately stumbled to meet him. Holding him for dear life. “I missed you.” You groaned and let your tears smudge against his shirt. He shushed you. “I’ll always come back to you, Y/n. You never have to worry about that, okay?” You nodded “I just got so scared..” he nodded “I know, but you trust me right?” “Mhm..” you whispered. “Good. Then I need you to trust I’ll always come back to you.” He gently picked you up and laid you down next to him, holding you tightly. Embracing himself with your scent and the feeling of you.

“I love you, y/n”

Your heart skipped a beat and you wiped your still wet face. “I.. I love you too, Mundy” and nuzzled into his touch.

This wasn’t a Drabble but.. who cares.

[angel-fics]

no no no i NEED a pt 2 for ‘In The Room Where You Sleep’ it was a work of art 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

It Will Come Back (part II to “In The Room Where You Sleep”)

Summary: After accidentally giving Dalton a free show, you decide to take a step back from your friendship with him. Dalton does not take kindly to that.

Warnings: Dalton being extra creepy, stalking, murderous intent, reader feeling unsafe, reader’s conflicting emotions, unhealthy responses to being caught masturbating, unsafe sex (wrap before you tap, folks), rough sex, penetrative sex, cream pie, implications of a breeding kink, suggestive comments, Reader letting Dalton off too easy for purpose of plot, noise complaints from neighbors, reader has a perversion kink, fluff kinda. THIS IS A NSFW WORK OF FICTION! MINORS DNI! ALL READERS ARE HELD PERSONALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR MEDIA INTAKE!

“So, did you sleep well last night?”

Oh fuck.

Did he know?

He couldn’t have…

*Astral Projector* Yes the fuck he could have.

“I slept fine, why?” You narrowed your eyes in false confusion and tried to keep the suspicion from your tone. You knew Dalton could’ve very well seen what you’d been up to last night, but he had told you that he rarely ever projected anymore. And hardly ever on purpose.

As you silently and awkwardly ate your breakfast, you tried to sort out your feelings on how Dalton’s potential peeping had made you feel.

For one, you felt grossed out. You were doing something so private and intimate, it felt like a violation to be watched, unaware and vulnerable. You were also angry at him for those very reasons. You would’ve been grossed out if it was anyone, but it was Dalton. Your friend Dalton, who you trusted and relied on. There was a bit of guilt, too. You were masturbating to pictures of him that he had sent. That was incredibly pervy, and it hadn’t occurred to you to feel guilt until the possibility of him knowing became real. You also felt kind of used, like you were some free, live action porn for him of get his rocks off to.

That’s where the complications started within you, too. There was a part of you that felt electrified when Dalton had first buried his face into that pillow and smirked at you. So knowingly and predatory. Your core clenched at the thought of him finding you like that, desperate and wanton for his touch. You wanted to know how he’d reacted, how much he’d seen. If how he was acting now was any indication, he’d liked what he’d seen.

It made you feel proud and sexy, which wasn’t right. It was gross. He was gross. That’s all you should feel about him and his actions.

Potential actions. You still didn’t actually know how if he had seen or anything. He was acting suspicious, or maybe you just felt that he was because he had grabbed a pillow that was covered in your cum.

“Why are you being so quiet? Is everything all right?” Dalton lifted his head lazily from that damned pillow, his face filled with concern. It amplified your guilt.

That wasn’t the face someone made if they were creeping on you. It was the face a genuinely worried friend made. Maybe more if you weren’t such a paranoid freak.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit tired, I guess,” you replied, trying to sound more alert and upbeat. You took in a deep, calming breath. This was Dalton you were with, he’d never done anything to make you feel unsafe. It was why you had feelings for him in the first place.

“What were you up to when we stopped talking last night? Working up a sweat?” Was he pressing his nose into the pillow and sniffing it?

“What?”

“You’re wearing workout clothes?” Oh.

“Oh, yeah. Um, no, I didn’t do much after you started doing your homework. Just on my phone,” you said, shrugging nonchalantly. You were feeling very chalant right now, very fucking chalant.

You were wearing workout clothes because they were at the top of your clean clothes pile. The one you hadn’t gotten around to folding yet. After your little self-session last night, you fell asleep without putting your clothes back on, so you’d woken up naked when he started knocking on your door.

Actually, you’d been in such a rush, that you hadn’t even picked up your clothes from last night. You discreetly peered over at where you knew you’d tossed them. The t-shirt was there but your panties weren’t in sight. You knew it was unlikely from how you’d thrown them, but maybe your underwear where under the large shirt?

“Yeah, luckily I managed to turn my assignments in good time. I actually thought about coming over after I was done, but I didn’t want to wake you up,” he informed you sweetly. And he was. So sweet.

But it was so hard to separate what you knew about him from what you suspected he’d done. And it was going to eat away at you until you knew the truth. At the same time, what if you were wrong? Would your relationship with him -platonic or not- survive your accusations?

“I probably was still awake. But it’s all good. You’re here now, right?” You had so been looking forward to spending the weekend with him. You had even planned on telling him how you felt now that you had the opportunity. Now, you just wanted to be alone.

“Yeah, of course. We’re gonna have a great time this weekend.” As his gaze raked up and down your body, there was something so lustful, it can almost be seen as malicious. Your trust in his innocence was withering away.

“I don’t know about great, but it’ll be nice. Just relaxing and hanging out. We can watch movies or read. Order take out and play games,” you replied casually, trying to sound more excited than you were.

“Oh, so we’re going middle school with this sleepover, yeah?” Dalton laughed and rolled over on his back, propping a long leg up and letting the other dangle.

“Big talk for the guy who hates literally every standard college experience. Since we’ve started school, I have not seen you have sex, drink or do drugs. You literally only went to a single frat party because Chris forced you,” you teased, forcing yourself to be more relaxed.

“I don’t hate every college experience, I just prefer being sober,” he corrected, very pointedly leaving out the ‘sex’ part of your list.

You got up to throw the trash from your breakfast away, and made a point of looking like you were freshening up your room. You picked up yesterday’s t-shirt with your toes, noting the lack of panties under them and silently panicked.

Where the fuck did they go? They were right here last night. You were sure of it.

You remembered that Dalton could interact with the physical world while in the Further and slowly turned to him, now thoroughly convinced that he had spent some time in your room last night.

“Hey, Dalton? When you’re projecting, you can move things, right?” You knew he could already. When he had told you about it, he had also shown you how it worked to prove it to you.

“Okay, that was random. Yeah, why?” You don’t know what he saw in your face, but he automatically sat up straight on your bed.

“Did you come in here last night? Like, did you project in here when I couldn’t see or hear you?” Your tone was accusatory and panicked, your voice raising slightly in volume as a result.

A short pause. “Yeah,” he answered, his face losing all humor and friendliness. It looked pleading and defensive.

“How long?”

From the amount of time it took for him to answer the question, you knew that anything that came from his mouth would be a lie.

“Just a second. When I finished my homework, I wanted to see if it was cool for me to come over. I didn’t want to wake you up by calling or texting, so I decided to come check on you. I left as soon as I saw. Even if you weren’t sleeping, I figured you wouldn’t want me to come over when you were like that,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

It didn’t work and you could feel yourself mentally withdrawing from him. It wasn’t just the peeping, it was the lying, and how he only felt badly about it when you seemed uncomfortable with it. Not because he was actually sorry. Actually, no. He hadn’t even apologized, so he wasn’t even fake-sorry.

You took a moment to think on it, keeping your face as neutral as possible. Calling him out on it wouldn’t do anything, neither would sending him away. He could come in whenever he wanted and do anything to you. You swallowed the part of you that was excited by that by reminding yourself that most people found that repulsive.

There was nothing that you could do to keep yourself safe from him, especially if you made him angry. There was also nothing you found yourself wanting to do either, a small voice in your head reminded you.

The thought of him no longer in your life was heartbreaking, devastating even. As upset as you were, your intense feelings for him were still there. But, this wasn’t healthy or what you knew as normal. For that part of yourself, you felt like taking a break from him was what was necessary.

“Okay. Sorry you had to see that,” you chirped after a few moments of fluttering around your room. The fact that you had to apologize to him felt like cement in your mouth with every word.

“No, I’m sorry. It was invasive. I should’ve just texted you or something,” he insisted.

How could someone who sounds so sincere and caring be such a pervert?

The rest of the weekend was tense. Really tense. When you watched a movie, you made sure to sit at the opposite end of the couch from him. You didn’t talk to him as much, and you barely initiated any conversation yourself. The night was the worst part. You couldn’t just offer up Carla’s room to him to sleep in, and you couldn’t send him to the couch because that would make him suspicious.

You did make sure that you weren’t sleeping under the same blanket as him, but that still didn’t relax you enough to sleep. Even if you had made sure to wear your most concealing pajamas. You spent the whole night faking slumber, wondering if he was walking around your dorm like some sort of ghost and watching you. The worst part of it was that you had no way of knowing if he was projecting or not. His chest was rising and falling slowly, and his handsome face was peaceful. You inwardly screamed, not being able to help the invasive thoughts telling you that under different circumstances, you’d be blushing and unable to sleep for an entirely different reason.

If last night hadn’t happened, you’d be wearing your most revealing nightie and eager to cuddle close to him in your bed. You felt guilty for having masturbated at all last night and potentially ruining your friendship for it.

In the morning, you nearly jumped with joy when your roommates informed you that she was returning early after ruining her dad’s birthday by getting drunk and slugging his indoor pet donkey. It was the most ridiculous thing you had ever heard of and you would’ve laughed out loud if you weren’t so relieved.

You were careful to seem very sad and disappointed when you told Dalton the news. He laughed at the excuse and asked if it was real. You showed him the text and he pulled you into a hug while chuckling.

You wanted to melt into him and hug him back. Forty-eight hours ago and you wouldn’t been through the roof with happiness. Instead, you curled your hands into his shirt and tucked your face into his neck so he wouldn’t see your expression of discomfort.

As soon as he left that afternoon, you made special care to lock the door and immediately ran to your room, hiding under your blanket until Carla stumbled through the door, grumpy from her hangover.

*~*~*

Dalton was upset. For many reasons. All different. All relating to you.

He should’ve been ecstatic. That’s how he wanted to feel. That’s how everything in his life was positioned to make him feel.

He got to spend the night with you, even getting to sleep next to you in your bed. He ate with you, watched movies with you, and he laughed with you as he finished getting dressed after his shower. He didn’t imagine the way you admired his bare torso after he toweled his hair dry.

But you barely talked to him. You wouldn’t touch him, and god, he wanted you to. He wanted to touch you, but he could tell that you evaded him on purpose. You let him hug you, squeeze your hand, nudge you with his foot to make sure you were paying attention to the movie. When he woke up in your bed his arm wrapped around your tummy, you looked restful and happy while still asleep.

And after he left because your stupid roommate couldn’t hold her fucking liquor, you texted him a ‘thank you’ with a kiss emoji. A kiss emoji. Just like you had that night. The night you had confronted him about.

He didn’t expect you to be so okay with it. And after the shock wore off, he was flooded with relief and satisfaction. That had to be an invitation, right? You wanted him to. You liked it. You wanted him to do it again, if he wanted to. He knew you noticed your missing underwear. You must have known that he took them. And you had let him keep them.

But you hadn’t been texting him as much.

On average, your texted Dalton a lot more frequently than he texted you. Not because he wasn’t interested or because he was a bad texter. You were just very enthusiastic and had a lot more to say to him. He was as quiet in his messages as he was in real life.

It was different after the sleepover, though. You were drier, and distant. Instead of actually talking to him, you would simply react to his messages. He hated it. He knew you liked him more than that, so why we’re you acting so weird?

Weeks went by like that. Suddenly, you were always with your classmates, who were your close friends all of the sudden. You wouldn’t call him. You had stopped sending him pictures of yourself in your chat after that first night. He only ever really saw you in person when he followed you around campus.

Dalton’s mood worsened with everyone during that period, and it was damaging everything in his life. Since it was spring, his art teacher wanted him to focus on nature, and creation, and rejuvenation. As if he could care less about that right now, and she noticed. His grades suffered as as result of him taking out his problems on his canvas.

His social life was even more stale than it usually was. He stopped hanging out with the few friends he had, stopped talking to everyone except his mom and Chris. And that was only because both women refused to not talk to him at least twice a day.

But Chris respected herself a lot more than his other friends did, so when he saw you on a date with some other guy and tried to ditch her, she confronted him on his behavior.

“What the fuck is up with you right now, Dolphin? And don’t say nothing, because you almost walked into traffic a second ago!” Her voice was loud and he tugged her to somewhere more dark and quiet.

“Did you see her? With some other guy?! I don’t have a problem, she’s the one with the fucking problem!” He started pacing as he snarled at Chris, glaring venomously into the direction of the restaurant where he could see you sitting across from some douche.

I could fucking…

Fuck, she looks beautiful…

She’s mine! She should be dressing up like that for me!

I should go in there. Fucking bend her over and take her right there…

Make everyone watch as she screams my name. She’d pull me in, too, her pussy would just suck me right in…

She’d kiss me, and I wouldn’t even care about seeing that dumb bastard’s face until she stopped…

Then I’d bash his fucking face into the table…until it was ruined…until no one could recognize him…until he stopped moving…

I’d keep fucking her, too. She’d want it. I saw how she is, she was still playing with herself even after she came. Her greedy cunt would need me to fill it. Fill it up all the way. Make it stick and she’ll be with me forever…

It took Dalton approximately six minutes and twenty-two seconds to realize that Chris was talking to him. And that he was really lucky that it was too dark here they were to see his erection.

“…ook, I’m sorry man. I really thought she was into you. But if this is the reason you’ve been acting so weird lately, then you have got to get a grip. It’s not fair to either of you for you to be acting like this,” Chris chastised all in one breath. She looked like she’d been doing so since the moment he’d zoned out.

“You’re right, and I’m sorry. It’s just, I thought there was a moment when we were going forward. I guess I was wrong. We should go, I think I need to be alone right now,” he apologized sincerely. And that was the truth. He was sorry. Not nearly as sorry as he was angry, but he wasn’t going to take that out on his best friend. He knew better.

He’d take it out on you.

Dalton had been projecting more often since that night. There were multiple instances with spirits, but he wouldn’t be deterred from seeing you. He was getting better at it, too. He was able to make himself visible to others while in his astral form, he tested it on Chris. He was even able to control his body and project while he was awake. He could do his homework while watching you shower.

He even got to see you touch yourself sometimes. He stopped doing it to himself that first time, controlling his body so that when he went back in, he could suck at the crotch of your panties while getting himself off. It was more connected to you that way.

He knew you still loved him, that’s why he was confused as to why you distanced yourself. When you came, it was his name falling from your tongue. When you opened and closed your messages, it was his contact you were constantly checking. You would even type out messages before deleting the words and throwing your phone in frustration.

So now, sitting in his dorm and glaring at the picture of you kneeling in front of the mirror, he debated how he should confront you on your date.

D: “Me and Chris were going for ice cream and saw you at that nice Italian place. You looked pretty. Was the food good?”

He wouldn’t ask about the guy. This wasn’t about that overstepping asshole trying to steal you away from him. It was about you, and whether you would lie to him.

You took a moment to reply and to his complete surprise and joy so strong that he could sing, you also sent a photo. Your lips were stained pink and glossy, wrapped around a thick boba straw. The angle was from above so you were looking up all innocently into the camera as you sucked the brown sugar tapioca pearls into your mouth. Dalton felt himself stiffening and adjusted himself in his seat as he read your message.

You: “Thanks. Honestly, I couldn’t really focus on the food. I was on a date and the guy ordered for me and spent the entire time talking about how much of a man he was. I didn’t even like what he ordered. I would’ve preferred being there with you.”

His heart skipped a beat and he forgot all about how upset he was with you after reading the end of your text. Wished you were with me? Like as a date?

D: “Sounds awful. Please don’t tell me he left you with the check, too.”

He added another mirror picture, this time fully clothed and making a comically inquisitive face at the camera. He still wasn’t sure where you were on this potential reconciliation, but he had high hopes given how long your message has been. You hadn’t been texting him more than one or two lines in ages.

You: “After ORDERING. FOR. ME. he casually mentions how he likes to split the bill to make sure women aren’t using him for his money. Dalton, the main course itself was $40, not including sides and appetizers. I threw my lap towel at him and took off.

You: “This fool expected me to pay for food that I didn’t even fucking order or like, after acting like he was some big shit the entire time. Dick head was lucky I didn’t toss my plate in his lap. Splitting the check? Get the fuck outta my face.”

Dinner date etiquette was a big deal to you. You had very vividly described it to Dalton when he had asked once and it was ingrained in his mind. If you asked someone on a date, then you had to pay for the outing. Exceptions can be made in certain situations, but only once a relationship was established. Askers have to pay on the first date, especially if they planned it out. Dalton empathized greatly with your situation, and was filled with even more hatred for the jackass. Still, were you only talking to him to vent about a bad date? Were you just jerking him around at your own convenience?

Your next photo was of you at your desk, you hand cupping your throat and you making a comically shocked face. Your eyes were rolled to the ceiling, your brows furrowed, and your mouth opened to an ‘o’. Dalton’s pants tightened when he thought of the other ways he could get you to make that face, none of them funny.

D: “Don’t let one experience ruin the restaurant for you. Next time, I’ll take you and you can order every little thing you think you’ll enjoy. My treat.”

As ridiculous as it made him feel, he thought it necessary to lighten the mood and show you that he meant his text as casually as possible. So, his responding photo was of him making what Chris had referred to as the “rizz face”. He made a finger gun across his chin and bit his lip in an enthusiastic and “seductive” smile. He let his head fall loudly onto his desk in embarrassment as he hit send.

You two had gotten food together plenty of times. It wasn’t odd. But you never got food at nice or upscale places like the one Dalton had seen you at. Even the semi-nice corporation chain places, like Olive Garden, it was rare. And usually only if you two were splitting a single meal. College students.

His invitation, while open to rejection, was very clearly set in a less-than-friendly way. At least he thought it was. Dalton assumed you’d see it that way, too, since he’s never once brought up fine dining to you before. This was his chance to get back in your good graces. And hopefully, be more than friends, if you accepted.

You: “That sounds nice, actually. I’d love to. Just not until I can stomach going since that jerk kinda ruined it for me. I didn’t even want to go, but Carla insisted.”

Bro, fuck Carla, man! Your next messaged came in a few seconds later.

You: “Luckily, she felt so bad that she profusely apologized and bought me boba before going to her girlfriend’s. My great suffering has ended.”

Your next picture was of you smiling into the camera with your nose scrunched cutely and your hands inverted under your chin in mock-innocence. You looked adorable. But Dalton was confused. Why the hell would you go out with a guy you didn’t even like when you could’ve been hanging out with him? It made him angry at you all over again.

D: “Why bother going out with him then? You could’ve just called me, I would’ve brought you something to eat and you would’ve actually had a good time.”

He didn’t send a photo. Neither did you after taking ten minutes to reply.

You: “Wanted an excuse to dress up.”

Dalton nearly crushed his phone in his hand. What the fuck were you doing to him? He was so sick of this chasing bullshit. He was done with your little game. You were his, and he wouldn’t accept you going out with another guy to get compliments on how pretty you were. Especially not when he was willing to spend every waking moment of his life showing you how ethereally beautiful he thought you were. He would kiss the ground you walked on, not order food you didn’t like. He would worship you, not expect you to pay for an overly priced meal. If he were able to, he’d spend entire lifetimes pleasing you and satisfying you in ways that you couldn’t even imagine and that dumb fuck you went out with wouldn’t even be capable of.

Leaving you on read, Dalton grabbed his jacket and his shoes and stormed out of his dorm, nearly sprinting to get to you. Once at your door, he barreled into your dorm, barely noticing that you’d forgotten to lock it again.

Startled at the noise, you jumped from inside the bathroom and glanced between him and your phone multiple times. Dalton then remembered that he stupidly forgot to bring his phone with him when he decided to come over.

“Dalton, what the hell?” You crossed your arms over your chest and Dalton felt his mouth water at the way it made your tits look in the lacy tank top you wore without a bra.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts and reflect on what the hell he was doing, Dalton returned to his clarified anger.

“What the hell is your problem? You’ve barely talked to me in weeks and then I find out you’re going out with some fuckhead that you don’t even like when I’m right here. Begging for your attention and always available when you want or need me. You lead me on and then ignored me for other people, what do I have to do to get to be with me. Because I know you want to, so don’t bother with any of your bullshit because I’ve fucking had it with you!”

As he vented his grievances with you, he stalked over to where you were and grabbed you by your shoulder tightly. He pulled you to him closely enough that your noses were inches from touching. A part of him sang at having you so closely to him but his anger and desperation for you were so strong that his only forms of expression were physical and rough.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?! You break into my house and yell at me, and somehow you’re the victim of my behavior? You know exactly why things changed! You know why I had to go on that date! I didn’t say anything, but I know the truth, Dalton. I know what you did that night,” you confronted him, pushing him away but not actively trying to escape his hold. Dalton’s hands slipped down to your wrists, latching on when you made no move to pull away from him.

“Then why did you not tell me to leave when you found out? Why did you not say anything, tell me the truth that you knew I was lying? You let me sleep in your bed with you, baby, you let me touch you. If you think you’re all that angry about what you think happened, you sure aren’t acting like it,” Dalton hissed, tugging you close and breathing into your hair.

Your body was hot so close to his and your hair was softly tickling his chin and throat as you shook your head in denial.

“No. No, that’s not true. I just knew that saying anything wouldn’t have stopped you from doing it again,” you rebutted, glaring up at him.

You were right, he had continued because you hadn’t said anything. And you hadn’t spoken to him properly in over a month. Still, even if you couldn’t see it, Dalton knew you were lying to yourself.

“If you had said something, I would’ve stopped,” he conceded, pulling away from you. “But you can’t deny that you want me. You invited me in, over and over again. And I came running every single time. Even after seeing you with that prick. What I did isn’t some kind of dealbreaker for you. You can lie to yourself about it, but you can’t lie to me. Don’t let me in with no intention to keep me because I will keep coming back.”

When the distance shrunk between his body and yours, it was you that initiated. You glowered at Dalton smugly.

“And how exactly do you know that, Dalton?” You knew exactly what he had done, and you were goading him to make yourself seem morally superior and him less credible. But moral or not, he was still right.

“The calls are coming from the inside the house, aren’t they, sweetheart? You knew all this time and you were what? Putting on a show for me? You can’t have known which times I would’ve shown up, meaning that you were fucking yourself at every opportunity thinking I was somehow watching you. I bet you were there with your fingers pumping in your pussy wishing I would do something about it,” he accused, stroking light fingers up and down your arms.

When you hardened your glare before looking down at your feet, Dalton knew he was right. He smirked down at your before pulling a hand up and using two fingers to guide your face up to look him in the eyes.

“I can, you know, do something about it now. You just have to admit it.”

Your response was a bit more defensive than he would’ve hoped. “Admit what?”

“I want to know how you feel about me. If I hadn’t made it clear by now, I’m hopelessly in love with you. I’d do anything for you and I absolutely hate that this is the way you’re finding out about it. I’d have rather taken you out on a date and showered you with gifts and made you feel loved before actually telling you. But I get I’ll have to settle for making you angry and then fucking all of it out of you. Would you like that?”

Dalton would always remember his first kiss. It was sudden and rushed and he didn’t have enough time to actually kiss back, not that he’d wanted to. He appreciates that it’s something that he and Chris don’t talk about. It makes it all the more sweeter to think about his first actually kiss being with you.

You brought his head in slowly but lost all control when your lips met his. Dalton’s eyes squeezed shut as he grabbed the sides of your face to pull you in even closer. He gasped into your mouth, using the opportunity to lick the seam of your lips with his tongue. He had never kissed anyone, period, much less using his tongue. Everything he was doing was the result of instinct, movies, and the attempts you and Chris have made to verbally teach him how to please a woman.

You pull your mouth away from his but Dalton can’t take his lips from your body now that he’s had a taste. His lips burn their way down your throat, his kisses open-mouthed and desperate. Dalton is eating up your moans, using them to fuel and guide his actions.

“I adore you,” you gasp, fisting handfuls of his hair to keep him on you. You couldn’t have separated him from you if you tried. “I couldn’t separate what I thought was right from what I actually wanted and I’m so sick of being away from you. I wanna be with you, Dalton. I just want you, all of you.”

Dalton shoved you into the wall, pinning you there with the length of his own body. His cold fingers crawled along your ribcage, digging into the plump flesh there harshly. One of his knees shoved itself between your legs and he used his grip on your sides to settle you on his thigh.

“You’re going to feel all of me. I’ve been waiting far too long for this, so you are going to take it. You hear me? Be a good girl and enjoy it,” he hissed in your ear as he left a biting kiss on your lips, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

The little sounds escaping your mouth drive him nuts and he didn’t even bother trying to restrain himself from grinding his erection against the crotch of your sleep shorts. They barely covered anything anyway, but he still wanted to feel you bare. You rode his thigh with no shame, leaning in to kiss him again.

Dalton still didn’t know much about kissing so he didn’t protest your taking control of his lips. He accepted anything you gave him and moaned when your tongue slid into his mouth to taste him. Your hips jerked harder on him when he did and he grinned wickedly at uncovering one of your kinks.

Your hands pulled at his shirt and as he yanked it over his head, Dalton began walking backwards to your bedroom. When the backs of his knees hit your bed, he let himself fall into a sitting position, hauling you into his lap. His hands found your hips and guided you to start grinding against him again. Your hands went to your own shirt and as soon as you or chest was uncovered, Dalton was lowering his head to softly kiss and lick your breasts. One of your hands went to his hair and tugged at the roots . He moaned and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around the peak.

“Dalton…shit,” you sighed, rolling your hips down on him. His erection was sliding against all of the right places, but you needed more.

He pulled off you with a pop and started aggressively biting and sucking marks across your chest at random. His hand tracked from your hip to the back of your head. He gather some hair in his hands and used it to yank your head back, forcing you to arch into him and push your breasts closer to his face.

Dalton could feel your arousal soaking through your panties and shorts and into his sweatpants. His tongue traced broad lines down your belly until he was laying back onto your bed and sliding you along his stomach and chest until your pussy was hovering above his face.

“Gonna make you cum first. Been looking forward to this for ages. You want me to have a taste, right?” His fingers curled around the waistline of your shorts and was already tugging them down your hips along with your underwear.

Your nails dug into the backs of his hands as you stopped him. “What if I’m too heavy for you?”

Dalton response was to knock your hands away from his, leaving red scratches, and drag your shorts off the rest of the way. Left completely bare, you barely got a word in edgewise before he drew you down onto his mouth. And it seems like he took the term “eating you out” a bit too seriously because he was lapping and swallowing at your lips and clit like a man starved. His tongue started thrusting in your wet heat, his grasp on your thighs threatening to bruise your flesh as he heaved you impossibly closer.

Your hands slapped onto the wall in front of your loudly as you started to ride his nose and tongue. Your head was thrown back and you were cementing out without abandon. Your dorms were bigger than Dalton’s but the walls were just as thin, yet it didn’t occur to either of you to care about your neighbors hearing.

Your release was quickly approaching, and when Dalton began suckling on your clit while simultaneously thrusting two fingers into you without warning, you lost yourself in euphoria. You lost control of your limbs, your body jerking and twitching violently as you came. And Dalton didn’t let up once, moaning around your folds as if he were the one cumming.

“Dalton? Dalton, let up.” He didn’t, smacking your hand away when you tried to push his face away from your pussy.

“I told you that you were gonna take it, and I’m not done yet,” he growled before running his nose up your slit to your clit and thrusting his tongue inside you once more. You yelled at the overstimulation and tried to lift yourself off of him but Dalton’s grip on your thighs tightened even further, refusing to let you move.

Ten minutes of calling out his name and begging, he tossed you aside into your back and climbed on top of you. Dalton dove in for a deep kiss, clearly wanting you to taste yourself on his tongue. You whimpered against his lips and locked your legs around his hood, using your feet to push his pants down his legs.

Dalton lifted his hips just enough to make the fabric go down and kicked off the offending material. He lifted up one of your knees to his ribs and lined himself up with you, all without breaking eye contact. Sealing your consent with a kiss, Dalton swallowed the shout you let out as he thrusted into you slowly.

Dalton knew he wasn’t going to last long but he was determined to give you one last orgasm and set a quick and even pace to build you up again. He buried his face into your neck kissing and biting at the soft skin as he pounded into you. His hands were glued to your shoulder and thigh, pulling your body in thrust for thrust. His head flew back in a roar when your nails raked down his back as you chanted his name over and over again. The sound of flesh slapping against wet flesh, your bed groaning and banging into the wall, and the both of your joined moaning sounded like music to Dalton and he could spend the rest of his life listening to this one melody.

“Oh, fuck, Dalton! I’m so close! I’m gonna cum!” Dalton felt that familiar pressure in his balls when he heard the sound of your whines. He tried to keep up that same steady pace so you wouldn’t lose your orgasm, but as soon as your walls tightened around him, he lost all control of himself.

He started slamming into you wildly, only after his own orgasm now. He was going so roughly that you started hitching up on the bed and had to grip the headboard to keep Dalton from potentially giving you a concussion. His hips pumped into you almost viscously and you knew you had to help him over that blissful edge.

You started kissing up his jaw and bit down on his earlobe, scratching down his chest and abs, before whispering breathily into his ear. “Cum in me Dalton! I want your cum! Give it to me! I want you feel you fill me up!”

For an added good measure, you grabbed one of his hands and spread his palm over your pelvis so that he could feel himself moving inside you.

Without a very loud shout of “Fuck!”, Dalton filled your womb with his seed before collapsing on top of you. You could feel his pushing heartbeat agent yours and wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from rolling off of you.

It took you both a few seconds of heavy panting to realize that there was still a pounding sound echoing throughout your room.

“Can you two shut the FUCK UP ALREADY!”

Both you and Dalton went completely still for a moment before bursting out into crazed laughter. You huddled together in your bed before Dalton clambered up and walked over to your bathroom.

He took just long enough that you were beginning to consider getting up yourself before he came back out again, armed with a damp rag and a bottle of your favorite lotion. He sat beside you and carefully began cleaning you up. You felt yourself blushing when he admired his cum leaking out from your hole. Then he warmed up the lotion in his hands and massaged your sore limbs, leaning over and kissing all of the marks he left with small whispers of “I love you” as his lips trailed down your body.

You dragged him down back next to you you and he positioned your body to be laying halfway on top of his, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you. It didn’t take long for you to begin dozing off when he startled you with a softly spoken question.

“You’re my girlfriend now, right?”

You giggled and kissed his nose with an enthusiastic “Yes,” before allowing yourself to drift off.

*~*~*

Wow, this was probably longer than the first one! Hope y’all like it! Again, the first part and this sequel were both inspired by the Dalton imagine made by @glodessa

Also tagging these people who asked for a part two before I actually posted this

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THIS CELEBRATES 60 FOLLOWERS ON THIS ACCOUNT! THANK Y’ALL SO MUCH FOR LIKING AND FOLLOWING! BE SURE TO KEEP SENDING IN THE REQUESTS BECAUSE I LOVE WRITING THEM FOR Y’ALL!

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Digimon Adventure 01x50 - A Woman's Fight! LadyDevimon / Joe's Battle

Previously on Digimon Adventure: Hikari freed the slaves from Mugendramon's undercity and then consumed them all for a power boost.

...hang on, did the English title really change 女の戦い on'na no tatakai to "Joe's Battle"? Women can't have anything in America, I fucking swear.

In any case, only one Dark Master left to go. Taichi made a promise last episode and he intends to keep it. Piemon, you're next.

We open on Mimi's crew. Since last we saw her, she's added Meramon and Yukidarumon to her ranks. They stand at the edge of Piemon's territory, watching the city stripe recede from Spiral Mountain.

Mimi: The city is disappearing! Jou: Taichi's group must have defeated another Dark Master. Gomamon: Agumon and the others are pushing through. Palmon: That makes three now, right? There's only one left. Ogremon: That last one is Piemon. The last Dark Master who governs the darkness. Yukidarumon: Rumor has it, he's the strongest of the Dark Masters. Jou: Okay, then. In any case, we should build up our nakama more before we meet back up with Taichi.

If you're wondering, yes, Gomamon's line was a ganbaru. We stan ganbaru around here. "頑張ってなアグモンたち Ganbatte na Agumon-tachi!" They are persevering through their hardships with gusto.

Meanwhile, Jou coming in with nakama, a tight-knit group of people united around a mutual activity or goal.

In the dub, Mimi starts narrating as soon as we see the city receding.

Mimi: Boy, just when you think it can't get any weirder! It's like the whole city is moving out of town! Joe: And I thought it was tough packing for camp! Gomamon: Tai must have defeated another Dark Master. Palmon: There can't be too many of them left. We're almost home free! Ogremon: You think so, huh? Well, the toughest one's still out there. Frigimon: Piedmon, the worst of the worst. Meramon: He's the darkest of the Dark Masters. Mimi: Well, like, rain on our parade, why don't you!? Joe: They're right. We'll need all the help we can get. I wonder if superheroes are listed in the phone book? ...let's find some friends, Mimi. Piedmon (V.O.): Kehehehehe! Round up as many as you want! The more, the merrier! It's nice having friends around to share your last moments with. UHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Not sure why Piedmon needed to butt in here. XD Guess they thought things weren't already tense enough. But it works. We know he's spent this entire arc spying on everyone through his impossible magic telescope and giggling to himself so this fits right in.

If Pinocchimon needed friends, then Piemon needs to get a life. QUIT PEEPING, IT'S CREEPY.

In any case, the quipping here seems pretty forced. Not the dub's best gags. But they still cover the key details: Tai's team defeated Machinedramon, the cities are receding, Piedmon is the strongest Dark Master, and Mimi's team intends to recruit more before joining back up.

From here, Mimi and Jou's nakama sets out. Though not without some friction.

Yukidarumon walks behind Ogremon, causing Ogremon to start shivering.

Ogremon: (shivering) Hey! Back off! You're too cold!

While foocused on yelling at Yukidarumon, Ogremon nearly walks right into Meramon. He flinches when he feels the heat, backing off and raising his club defensively.

Ogremon: ATATATAT!!! You're too hot! Ugh, what is wrong with the both of you!?

While Ogremon makes friends, Mimi becomes exhausted from all this walking and drops to her knees.

Mimi: So tired.... I can't walk anymore. I'm sleepy... and hungry.... Gekomon: The princ-- I mean, Mimi is hungry geko! Otamamon: Wait right here tama! We'll be right back with food tama! Mimi: Ah! I didn't say that because I wanted you to serve me! Gekomon: We know geko! Don't worry about it geko. Otamamon: We just want to make ourselves useful tama. One moment, please tama. Yukidarumon: Hey! I'll come with!

Gekomon, Otamamon, and Yukidarumon head off into the woods to forage.

In the dub, Gomamon kicks off the complaining.

Gomamon: Joe, why is it that we're always walking uphill? Ogremon: Yeah, yeah! It's freezing! (to Frigimon) Hey, do you mind!? I'm starting to get numb back there! Give me a little room, will ya!? (Ogremon almost walks into Meramon) Ogremon: You too, you walking barbecue! Joe: The walking uphill, I can deal with. But I sure could use a pair of earplugs. (Mimi drops to her knees) Mimi: I'm hungry. I'm tired! And my feet hurt! Joe: Mimi, I don't know what to do when you're like this! Gekomon: Did you hear? Princess Mimi just said that she was hungry! Otamamon: Don't worry, Princess! We'll be back with food before you know it! Mimi: Don't put yourself out. But if you're going, a chili dog with fries would be great. Gekomon: And, of course, the Princess will be wanting something to drink! Otamamon: That's right! Don't you worry about a thing, Princess Mimi. We'll be right back, okay? Joe: NO, WAIT!!! COME BACK!!! Frigimon: Not such a bad idea. I think I'll tag along.

We're climbing a mountain, Gomamon. How much downhill do you think there is in mountaineering? :P

Anyways. So. This sucks.

The original remembers that Mimi forbid Gekomon and Otamamon from treating her like royalty anymore. Not calling her Princess was specifically a condition of their admission into the nakama.

The dub has completely forgotten this detail. They pepper their dialogue with "Princess", which Mimi allows unquestioningly. In fact, Mimi is more than happy to take advantage of their subservience - offering only token resistance before placing a food order for her minions.

They are flat-out ignoring Mimi's character growth so they can portray her as a self-indulgent burden. This is driven home when Joe's given three lines of extra dialogue to sternly disapprove of everything that's happening in this scene. He didn't say a word in the original.

While Otamamon, Gekomon, and Yukidarumon set out, Mimi sits and ponders their kindness.

Mimi: Everyone's being so nice to me.... Palmon: It's because they're all fond of you, Mimi. Right?

Palmon's question embarrasses the shit out of the boys. Ogremon and Meramon both turn around, scratching their heads awkwardly and pointedly refusing to answer the question.

Meramon: It's still early; I should try to get a nap in. Ogremon: Yeah, me too. Gomamon: Jou... Your face is red. Jou: GYAGHANANA!!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?!? YOU MUST BE SEEING THINGS!!!

Jou's face is, indeed, beet red. His flailing overreaction gets both Mimi and Palmon laughing.

In the dub:

Mimi: Wow, everybody's being so nice! So sweet! Palmon: It must be because of your charming personality! (The guys stand around blinking, then Ogremon and Meramon turn away and scratch their heads) Ogremon: Something tells me we should just nod our heads and go along. Meramon: (sarcastic) Yeah, right. Gomamon: Come on, admit it, Joe! Say it! She's charming. Joe: SHE'S NOT CHARMING!!! I MEAN, SHE IS!!! I'M... NOT GOING TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION!!!

Yeah, they still can't resist shitting on Mimi even in a scene that's specifically about how much everyone adores her. Though they do keep Joe's ship-tease in there.

If anything, the dub version is shippier than the original. In the original, Palmon made all of the guys embarrassed about admitting affection, a thing that is generally considered unmasculine to do. Everybody here has a soft spot for Mimi but none of them want to fess up about being soft on her.

Swapping that out for her "being charming" feels a bit more romantic, at least to me. But moreover, singling out Joe as the only one who actually finds her charming when the other guys can't stand her makes the scene incredibly shippy.

The other version was shippy too, but this version is super shippy.

Before long, the foraging team returns with an incredible spread.

Gekomon: Mimi! Thank you for waiting geko!

Gekomon and Otamamon return with a feast's worth of packaged goods. They definitely raided an abandoned supermarket for that stuff. Though, given the way the Digital World works, they might have just stumbled upon a random Convenience Fridge that had more than eggs in it this time.

Either way, Otamamon and Gekomon are way better at foraging than the Chosen Children have ever been.

Digging through their collection of picnic goods, Mimi holds up the soda bottle.

Mimi: OH MY GOSH!!! THERE'S EVEN COLA!!! (sudden disappointment) Oh... It isn't cold. Yukidarumon: One moment, please.

Yukidarumon takes the bottle, presses it against his body, and chills it for her.

Yukidarumon: There you go. (hands the bottle back)

This moment is a callback to the original Monzaemon episode way back when. Back then, when everyone was sharing what they wanted to do when they got home, Mimi's desire was simply to have an ice-cold Cola.

Meramon returns from his "nap" with two roast fish.

Meramon: FWOOSH! These are nice and roasted. (Ogremon glances back and forth from Meramon to Yukidarumon) Ogremon: Isn't begging a little much?

Yes, Meramon makes sound effects with his mouth to indicate he cooked the fish. His line starts with meramera, the onomatopoeia for which he's named, which is the sound of a roaring fire.

Not 100% on the translation for Ogremon's line, but I think he's accusing Meramon and Yukidarumon of trying to show off for Mimi's attention.

In the dub:

Gekomon: YOO-HOO!!! WE'RE BAAAAAACK!!! (Picnic) Mimi: I don't believe it! Wow! (finds the Cola) HEY!!! MY FAVORITE--Oh. (disappointed) This root beer's warm. Frigimon: Not for long! (Frigimon chills the bottle) Frigimon: How's that? Meramon: There we go! Come on, get it while it's hot! Ogremon: Okay, okay. I'll admit it. Guess you guys are kinda handy.

The main difference between the two versions is that dub Mimi has better taste YES I SAID IT

Following dinner, Mimi's crew settle in for a rest.

Resting against a tree, Jou flashes back on the conversation he had with his brother Shin, back when they were inspecting the ensorcelled adults together.

Shin: Jou... You don't have to force yourself to become a doctor. Jou: But... I want to be like Dad.... Shin: Dad is Dad. You have to find your own path for yourself.

I've dinged the dub multiple times for flashbacks that do not shore up with the original lines from what they said back then. I'd be remiss not to ding the original for it here, too. Shin and Jou never had this conversation.

What Shin had said was that Jou doesn't have to live the life his parents want him to live, and also that Jou is ill-suited to be a doctor because he can't handle blood.

Additionally, Jou's motives have subtly shifted here. Originally, he was trying to become a doctor under pressure from his father. But in order to fit in with the "Find my own path" thing that's happening with Mimi and Yamato, Jou instead indicates that he wants to follow in his dad's footsteps, so Shin can tell him otherwise.

The vibe is nonetheless similar to their original conversation. But they never said these lines. Though the fact that Jou's dreaming can probably excuse both the inaccurate flashback and the subtle context shift to be more relevant to Jou's current troubles.

Jou: (wakes up) A dream....

Jou notices Ogremon standing watch and approaches him.

Jou: Um, Ogremon? Ogremon: Huh? Jou: Are you on watch? We can switch. Ogremon: With you? You think you can handle watch duty? Jou: (offended) Yes, even I can handle it! Ogremon: You sure? Okay, all yours.

Ogremon leaves Jou at the perimeter and heads off to get some sleep. Now alone, Jou thinks again about the conversation he and Shin, uh, didn't actually have.

Jou: Find my own path for myself? Yamato... Did you ever find it? Your own path....

In the dub:

(Flashback) Jim: You know, Joe, let me tell you something. You don't have to be a doctor if you don't want to be. Joe: Easy for you to say. Try telling that to Dad! Jim: It's your life, bro. You have to live it. You have to follow your own path! (Joe wakes up) Joe: ... (Joe approaches Ogremon) Ogremon: (muttering) Two plus two is four... four plus four is seven.... Joe: Hey, Ogremon! Ogremon: (startled) BLEEGH!!! Joe: Take a rest. I'll stand guard for a while. Ogremon: YOU!?!? You, uh, sure you can handle it, little guy? Joe: (offended) WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?!? I CAN HANDLE IT FINE!!! Ogremon: You can't even handle combing your hair. But I could use a little break. (Joe thinks back on Jim again) Joe: Jim's right. I'm a doormat. Good for a laugh. A joke. Yeah, good ol' Joe; You can always rely on him to fall in the mud or off a cliff. Well, not anymore! It's time for a brand new Joe!

The stuff about following his own path gets brought up in the flashback, but then dropped at the end. Instead, an embittered Joe rages about his indignity, which does not connect at all to what the scene's about.

Ogremon secretly trying to learn arithmetic poorly was funny, though. XD

Probably goes without saying but the flashback in the dub was not accurate to the original conversation either.

Meanwhile, up at the summit of Spiral Mountain, Hikari and Takeru say farewell to the most recent casualties of this war.

Hikari: All of the Numemon-san.... We won't forget what you did for us. Takeru: We'll work hard and persevere (ganbaru) so that you can be reborn safely in the Village of Beginnings.

Just like Hikari said she wanted to do last episode.

The fact that Taichi's not throwing a fit over this shows either character growth since his argument with Mimi... or special favoritism towards Hikari. Either explanation is consistent with the episodes that have transpired since then.

In the dub, our first commercial break separates "brand new Joe" from the summit. Piedmon kicks this scene off, continuing to spy on everyone and giggle about what's happening.

Piedmon (V.O.): How delightfully entertaining this is! I always get so excited before tragedy strikes! Kari: Thank you, Numemon. We'll never forget you. You'll always be in our hearts and our memories. T.K.: And don't worry, we'll make sure that you get reborn at Primary Village.

Amazing how comfortable the dub is with death as long as the scene assures audiences that they're coming right back to life. Apart from Piedmon, this gravestone scene is 100% faithful.

While Hikari and Takeru are tending to the dead, the rest of the team climb a nearby hill, spying out Piemon's observatory in the distance.

Taichi: What is this place? Sora: Hey, look!

Sora points to the observatory in the distance. Changing perspectives, we see the children on Piemon's telescope monitor.

Piemon: Hmhmhmhehehehe.... How delightful to see the Chosen Children come so far. I should give them a nice reward for their efforts.

What is unmistakably the titular LadyDevimon emerges upside-down from the darkness above.

LadyDevimon: Piemon-sama, I could fill that role perfectly. Piemon: We wouldn't want to be rude. Treat them to the highest standard of our hospitality. LadyDevimon: As you wish. Ahahahahaha!

With that LadyDevimon heads out to roll out the red carpet. I wonder what their reward is going to be? Ooh, maybe she's bringing them advance copies of the Virus Busters V-Pet, which is based on the Chosen Children's lineup. It has Agumon, Gabumon, and Tailmon's evolution lines, plus Leomon and Angemon for good measure! And it's on sale next month, March of 2000! The kids are going to be so hap--

Oh, wait, no. It's death, isn't it?

(•̀⤙•́)

Nightmare Soldiers are mean Santas.

The dub opens with an echoed gag.

Sora: Ever notice how we're always walking uphill? Tai: Okay, nice view, but what are we looking for? Sora: THAT, OVER THERE!!! If that doesn't look like a bad guy's hangout, I don't know what does! (The DigiDestined see Piedmon's observatory, and Piedmon sees them) Piedmon: Hmph! (bitterly) Remarkable little specimens. I'm really rather embarrassed that they made it this far. LadyDevimon: Oh, please. Please, Lord Piedmon. Let me punish them. Piedmon: Very well. But try to make it quick and relatively painful.

Sora issuing the same complaint as Gomamon is funny, though I do wish her gripe was acknowledged by one of the other characters. They worked Gomamon's version in with the extra Joe lines, but Sora's remark goes without comment by the others.

Significant tonal difference in Piedmon and LadyDevimon's scene. The originals had an air of wicked geniality to them, playing things up like the Children were their "guests". Piemon sounded downright pleased to see them.

Piedmon is just mad that they're here and wants them dead. More direct and to the point.

(Still hasn't forgiven Tai for calling his script trash.)

Returning to Mimi's crew--holy shit, I know that lake.

It seems Mimi and the others took their picnic and sleepy time at what appears to be Seadramon's lake from File Island. Reshuffled to be part of the new Spiral Mountain geography, of course, but that is definitely it.

In any case, they're now up and moving.

Mimi: Now, then! We've had a very restful sleep and our bellies are unreasonably stuffed! TO A BRAND NEW DAY!!! Palmon: Hooray! Hooray! Mimi is cheerful again!

Unfortunately, Mimi may be revitalized, but Jou's still in a slump. His arms hang limply by his sides as he walks. It doesn't take long for his Partner to take notice.

Gomamon: Huh? Jou, what's wrong? You look pretty serious. Jou: N-No, it's... It's nothing.

In the dub:

Mimi: Okay, I'm rested and ready to work off that snack so let's GO GO GO!!! Palmon: You know, when Mimi's in a good mood, it's hard to be around her and not be happy too! Mimi: Oh, it's just my little gift to the world! Gomamon: Huh... You're awfully quiet, Joe. What's wrong? Joe: Nothing. Gomamon: I don't believe you.

They fit a Mimi Quip in there but nobody yells at her for it so I'll take it. The exchange is shallower, but doesn't feel mean-spirited.

Unfortunately, the mood is instantly soured as we come upon our destination.

Mimi: ...what... is this place...?

We pan over the familiar giant play block architecture of the Village of Beginnings, now turned to black.

Ogremon: This is the Village of Beginnings as it is now.

Mimi's team silently walks through the village. Everything is dull and lifeless. Silence reigns within the village, and the ground is littered with unmoving Digitama, never hatched.

Mimi: It's awful. Even the Digitama....

Suddenly, a sound rings out through the village. A harmonica playing a familiar tune.

Jou: Huh? Mimi: What's wrong, Jou-senpai? Jou: Just now, I thought I heard.... (Harmonica plays again) Jou: IT IS!!! (takes off running) Gomamon: HEY!!! JOU!!! (pursues) Mimi: Could that have been.... Palmon: Yamato... Mimi: LET'S GO!!!

Mimi takes off after Jou and Gomamon, with Palmon, Gekomon, and Otamamon trailing behind her. Elsewhere in the village, Ogremon, Meramon, and Yukidarumon suddenly notice the Chosen Children running off and chase after.

Ogremon: HEY!!! WHAT'S HAPPENING!?!?

Ogremon did warn them that the Village of Beginnings is dead. But it's another thing entirely to see it for themselves.

Piemon's stripe, the domain of darkness, seems to just be... Like. Death. Everything here is simply dead and destroyed. The Village of Beginnings got carved out for Piemon's territory, and so it sits in lifeless silence.

A stark contrast to the domains of the other Dark Masters, which lived in servitude to the dictator governing them but were still full of life. In Piemon's realm, there's only emptiness here.

In the dub, Mimi kicks this scene off by shrieking from offscreen, interrupting Joe and Gomamon's conversation. Solid segue.

Mimi: OH NO!!! JOE!!! THIS IS!!! AWFUL!!!

Though once the camera pans over and she's onscreen, the break in her lip flaps from asking "What... is this place...?" doesn't really work so well with different punctuation.

Joe: Looks like an old Twilight Zone episode. Ogremon: I told you not to expect too much. Mimi: The color is all missing! Joe: Pretty depressing, unless you're a big fan of charcoal. Mimi: I can't believe anybody would do such a terrible thing! Smashing all those poor, defenseless DigiEggs. It's terrible. (Harmonica) Joe: Huh? Mimi: What is it, Joe? Joe: I heard... something.... (Harmonica plays again) Joe: OVER THERE!!! (takes off running) Gomamon: JOE, WAIT!!! (pursues) Mimi: Was that a harmonica!? Palmon: You think it's...? Mimi: MATT!!! (Mimi's group chases after Joe) Ogremon: Where are they headed? HEY!!! WAIT FOR US!!!

Joe and Mimi burn some time commenting on the greyscale color scheme, but Piemon's whole stripe looks like this. It's the domain of darkness, it's nothing but black and gray and muted colors as far as the eye can see. You'd think they would have noticed by now, but at least someone's mentioning it.

Mimi also claims that the DigiEggs have been smashed, which... doesn't really hold up when we see intact DigiEggs as far as the eye can see. They aren't broken, just lifeless.

There is one shot of a DigiEgg which has what might be a crack in its side or might just be coloration, which may be where the dub team got the impression that the eggs were smashed.

Brutal imagery, though. Even darker than what we see onscreen.

Cutting back to the summit, Koushiro plugs his laptop into Andromon.

Koushiro: (plugs in the cable) Good to go. Taichi: Koushiro, what are you doing? Koushiro: By all means, have a look. If you would, please, Andromon? Andromon: Very well.

I guess Taichi was not paying attention when Koushiro and Andromon hammered this plan out offscreen. Maybe he was off fetching Hikari and Takeru from the gravesite.

Andromon presses his palms to the ground and begins to scan. A map of what's left of Spiral Mountain appears on Koushiro's screen.

Koromon: WHOA!!! Piyomon: It's Spiral Mountain! Tentomon: Yeah! Nothing less from Koushiro-han! Koushiro: And our current location is... Right here.

A blinking red light appears at the summit.

Taichi: Hey, that's.... Hikari: We're all the way up at the top! Takeru: Do you remember what Chuumon said? The Dark Masters live at the top of Spiral Mountain.

Taichi and Sora turn their attention to the observatory once more.

Sora: Then what we're seeing over there is.... Taichi: Where those jerks live.

Glad we confirmed that rather than strolling up and knocking at the door, but I'm surprised by how surprised everyone else is to be at the peak.

We left off last episode in the air, flying outside of Spiral Mountain. Did we not fly straight up to the top to get here? I assumed we flew straight up to the top.

In the dub:

Izzy: (plugs in the cable) That's it. We're ready. Tai: That's great, Izzy, but ready for what? Izzy: Hang on a second and you'll see. Okay, Andromon, show us your stuff! Andromon: Engage heat conduction!

It takes almost fifteen seconds of watching the kids silently watch Izzy's screen for the map to appear, so the dub fills this space with some silence-breaking dialogue. They give us a fair five seconds of silence and then Tai gets impatient and bridges the remaining ten.

Tai: I don't get what's happening. Izzy: It's really rather simple. Andromon acquires geothermal energy directly from the ground. Koromon: WAY COOL!!! Biyomon: Hey, that's Spiral Mountain, isn't it? Tentomon: This is like having our own portable microwave! Izzy: There, look. That's where we are right now. (Red light appears blinking at summit) Izzy: Right on top. Tai: That doesn't make sense! How did we get up there? Kari: I'm sure glad I can't see down. I don't like high places. T.K.: It's like Chuumon said; The most powerful Dark Masters live way on top of Spiral Mountain! Sora: See? I told you we were close. Tai: (sarcastic) We'll give you a medal later.

Dub Sora will remember this.

Honestly, I assumed Andromon was using the scanning abilities established last episode, but with the cable letting Koushiro's laptop visualize the scan.

Andromon "pulling geothermal energy from the ground" to create a map is... confusing? Either I'm too stupid to realize this is scientifically very clever, or Izzy's pseudointellectually making things up to look smart again. Either is completely plausible.

That Tentomon calls it a "portable microwave" only heightens the Huh? of it. Microwaves are not generally well-known for performing advanced cartography.

Though he goes ignored, Tai asks the real question here. If they didn't fly to the summit, which the original implies they did not, then... How did they reach the summit without realizing it? Seems like a very difficult rock climb from the bottom of the big heavenly platform to the the outer edge of the plateau. You'd have to be aware that you were doing that.

At least God's Temple in Dragon Ball has a ladder on the underside.

There's also a minor error. T.K. says "the most powerful Dark Masters," plural, live over there. I think they conflated the two ideas, "The Dark Masters live here" and "Piemon is the most powerful Dark Master".

Suddenly, Andromon detects something.

Andromon: Someone's coming. Be cautious! Taichi: Huh?

Thank you, that is much more useful than "Incoming."

Before they can say anymore, a classic noblewoman cackle echoes through the area and LadyDevimon ascends from behind a crater in front of them.

LadyDevimon: OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! A warm welcome to you adorable little boys! Taichi & Koushiro: (startled gasps) Sora: (glare) I have a bad feeling about this Digimon. Hikari: (glare) What do you call this Digimon? Andromon: She's one of the Nightmare Soldiers. LadyDevimon. LadyDevimon: You must be tired! Why don't you lie down and rest... FOR ETERNITY!!!

(•̀⤙•́) Oh good, she's one of those. No, I don't mean, "A Nightmare Soldier". Put my frowny face right there next to Sora and Hikari.

In the dub, LadyDevimon's opening laugh is more of a standard evil villain laugh.

Andromon: Intruder Warning. Interloper detected. Izzy: Huh? LadyDevimon: Ehehehehehe WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You pile of recycled scrap metal, you spoiled my entrance! Tai: Huh? Sora: (glare) We should have known there'd be a welcoming committee. Kari: (glare) She looks like a witch. Andromon: She's worse! She's one of Piedmon's Nightmare Soldiers. LadyDevimon: No hellos? Well, I'm sure you're tired, you poor things. You need a rest. (menacing) A nice long rest!

The dub offers no explanation for why Sora and Kari look offended by this woman's very existence. Those are extremely grossed out faces. That is, however, an unavoidable consequence of having her not... (sigh) ...flirt with the prepubescent boys.

Digimon Adventure, why are you like this?

Also, they actually said it! The dub said the words "Nightmare Soldier"!

Provoked by LadyDevimon, Koromon lunges for her. He evolves in midair so he can hit her with his best shot.

It does not go well.

She doesn't even flinch when his point-blank Baby Flame hits her in the face. Tanks the hit and counters, slashing him across the face with her claws and sending him right back down to the ground.

Agumon lands on his back, bounces once, and flips over onto his front from the momentum.

Overconfident errors have been made. Time to start the fight for real.

Piyomon, Tentomon, and Patamon evolve to their Adult forms, while Tailmon becomes Angewomon. Together, they surround LadyDevimon.

LadyDevimon: Hahaha! Very well. I'll take good care of you! DARKNESS WAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!!!

Twirling in place as if she were dancing, LadyDevimon releases a similar bat swarm to Vamdemon's Night Raid. And with that, we go to commercial.

In the dub:

LadyDevimon: Puhuhahaha! You just made my job a lot easier. DARKNESS WAVE!!!

Presumably, she means that by clustering around her, they've clumped together in proximity of her impending radial attack.

First they actually used the phrase Nightmare Soldiers, now they're keeping the original names of attacks? Color me shocked.

The dub usually lines its second commercial break up with the original's commercial, but they forego that here and keep the fight going.

Returning from commercial, LadyDevimon fires her Darkness Wave again.

Her bats hit everyone around her, pushing back all four Digimon. Down below, out of range, Andromon sends up his Spiral Sword; A crescent-shaped projectile launched from spinning his hand like a drill.

LadyDevimon slaps the projectile out of the air with her claw-like left hand.

Having recovered, Kabuterimon and Birdramon follow up with Mega Blaster and Meteor Wing, but she deflects those shots too.

LadyDevimon: Ahahahaha! So this is how it's going to be?

In the dub:

LadyDevimon: I'm sorry, are we just pretending? Let me know when you're ready.

Though unimpressed by these attacks, LadyDevimon seems to change her tune when the angels step in. Angemon fires his Heaven's Knuckle and for the first time, she dodges rather than trying to stop it.

She's not so lucky with Angewomon's Holy Arrow, which strikes a glancing blow across her midsection.

For some reason, in the dub, it makes a metallic echo sound on impact. I think they're trying to imply that it struck her chain or some sort of armor, because they also swap out the pained grunt she makes for an angry growl.

Enraged, LadyDevimon goes straight for Angewomon's throat.

Flying straight up at Angewomon, she swings her giant claw in an uppercutting slash. It honestly looks like a hit, the way Angewomon's head jerks back, but a wooshing effect clarifies that Angewomon narrowly evaded the swing.

Down below, Agumon's eager to get into the fight.

Agumon: Alright, I'm going in! Taichi: Wait, not yet!

Taichi slaps his hand onto Agumon's mouth to hold it shut.

(To stop him from saying "Agumon SHINKAAAAAA"? XD Does it actually work like that?)

Taichi: Agumon, hang back. Agumon: Why, Taichi? This scumbag can't compete with my Ultimate form! Taichi: Koushiro, can you look up her data? Koushiro: Y-Yes.

Again demonstrating his character growth, Taichi's trying to think tactically about this situation rather than running in headfirst.

LadyDevimon is a Perfect-stage Virus-type Fallen Angel Digimon. Like Angewomon, LadyDevimon is a stage above her male counterpart because, as everyone knows, becoming female gives you an immeasurable power boost. NOBODY let Vegeta know that he can surpass Goku with this ONE NEAT TRICK!

(From the existence of Holydramon, we can further conclude that women are the intermediary stage between men and dragons.)

As Andromon said, LadyDevimon comes from the Nightmare Soldiers lineup. She originated in the Sega Saturn's video game V-pet, right alongside Angewomon, before being worked into the 0.5 version of the Nightmare Soldiers. She replaced Vamdemon as Devimon and Bakemon Dokugumon's Perfect evolution.

We're not going to see a lot of Nightmare Soldiers in this arc, as I recall, because Vamdemon's arc already covered quite a lot of them. But here's at least one that he missed.

Narrator: LadyDevimon. A female-modelled Fallen Angel Digimon. She's Perfect-stage. Her special attack, Darkness Wave, releases countless bats that consume her opponents as if by fire. Taichi: (considering) Perfect level...?

Taichi mulls over this information, his eyes fixed on the other Chosen Children in his crew as he thinks over what to do with it.

Visceral description of how the Night Raid/Darkness Wave bats work, thank you. @_@

Interesting note that they don't call her a female Digimon, but rather "female-modelled". This is, of course, because Digimon gender is strictly aesthetic.

In the dub:

Agumon: It's my turn! Tai: No, wait! We'll keep you in reserve! Agumon: Let me Warp Digivolve and I can take care of this black-and-white nightmare! Tai: Izzy, what's your Digimon Analyzer say about her? Izzy: Let's see.... Izzy: (rundown) LadyDevimon. Programmed to be the ultimate fully-Digivolved fighting soldier, she serves as gatekeeper and bodyguard for the last Dark Master. Tai: Seriously nasty.

Izzy accidentally reads off LadyDevimon's plot synopsis rather than any interesting information regarding her background or attacks, but this is information that the kids didn't know since she just sorta ambushed them.

So it works; His rundown is certainly more interesting than "She is woman shaped and does that one attack we just saw."

That he calls her "fully Digivolved" again despite knowing goddamn well that there's a stage beyond Perfect/Ultimate makes me want to throw things, however.

Taichi considers his options, then forms a plan of attack.

Taichi: Sora and Takeru, you take Birdramon and Angemon to go bring Yamato and the others back here. Sora: Eh? But they're fighting right now. Taichi: No, our other Digimon should be able to defeat her. If worse comes to worse, we have WarGreymon as our trump card. Agumon: Hehehe... I'm a trump card! Taichi: More importantly, if this really is their home, then we're close to confronting the last Dark Master. Koushiro: Piemon. Taichi: Right. He should be in there. Unfortunately, we don't know when he'll come out. What we do know is that his strength is outrageous.

Taichi flashes back on the first Dark Master episode, when WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon tried to jump Piemon together only to be brutally outfought.

In the dub, Tai's tone of voice is different. Taichi gives these orders in a cold, methodical voice. He lays out his plan matter-of-factly, with no emotion in his voice.

The dub's interpretation gives Tai a lot of energy and gusto.

Tai: We've gotta do this right! Sora, you and T.K. take Angemon and Birdramon! Find Matt and bring him back! Sora: What!? You want us to leave right in the middle of a fight!? Tai: Go. We'll manage from here. We have no choice, and if worse comes to worse, we always have... our trump card, WarGreymon! Agumon: Oh! I'm a trump card, huh? Tai: The time's come to stop acting like a bunch of children! We're facing the last of the Dark Masters! Izzy: Piedmon. Tai: Right! We don't know where he'll strike... or when... but it will be somewhere close by... and soon. (Piemon fight flashback) Tai: And he's strong! We know that. Real strong. This won't be just another fight. This one's for keeps. We've got to be ready for him.

Fuck Joe and Mimi, I guess.

This one's... ambiguous. Taichi tells Sora to go find Yamato-tachi. The suffix 達 -tachi is a pluralizing term, meaning a group of people that includes the word I just said. This group, for instance, can be referred to as Taichi-tachi. And often is; "Taichi-tachi" is a term we've heard frequently throughout the anime.

It can also be used for other descriptors. The Chosen Children, for instance, are 選ばれし子供達 Erabareshi Kodomo-tachi. Chosen Child (group).

Why they chose a four syllable DigiDestined to replace a ten-syllable 選ばれし子供達 when they knew they were gonna have to match lip flaps is beyond me, but I digress.

In any case, it can be vague as to who the others in that pluralized group are. Taichi and Agumon together, for instance, are often referred to as Taichi-tachi.

Taichi here tells Sora to go get "Yamato-tachi". The group of people that includes Yamato. This could mean Yamato, Mimi, Jou, and their Digimon. Or he could mean Yamato and Gabumon specifically. It's unclear from the simple phrase Yamato-tachi what his intent is.

From here, Takeru clarifies the plan to make sure he understands.

Takeru: So before Piemon shows up, you want us to bring Onii-chan and the others back here, right? Koushiro: It's as Taichi-san says. I'm surprised he thought that far ahead. Sora: (surprised) Taichi.... Taichi: It's just like soccer. Sora: (faintly) Eh...? Taichi: I realized it after Yamato, Mimi-chan, and Jou left. It's no good to fight like Yamcha.

Wait. Hold on. That word was がむしゃら gamushara, not やむちゃ yamucha. But goddamn do they sound similar. Fucking startled me.

Taichi: It's no good to fight recklessly. We can't make any more sacrifices.

The camera lingers on the Numemon gravestone as he speaks.

Sora: (smiling) Taichi....

In the dub:

T.K.: So that's why you want us to go! To find my brother and bring him back before Piedmon shows up! Izzy: Yeah! Tai's looking at the big picture. It's not about this fight but the next one, you see? Sora: Sorta.... Tai: Bases loaded, two out, and we need a slam dunk! Sora: Huh!? Tai: All we've been doing is meeting each threat as it comes. Barely holding on. Now we've got to put it together as a team! That means Matt, Mimi, and Joe too! We've let enough Digimon sacrifice themselves for us; It's our turn now! Sora: You're right.

Tai is an athlete. He would not mangle a sports analogy like that. Into the locker with you, nerd.

Also, it's our turn... to sacrifice ourselves? I get what you mean but maybe workshop that boast.

The context that this is a seemingly out-of-character swerve for Taichi demonstrating the character growth he's been undergoing through this arc doesn't quite make it into the dub version. We get "Tai's being really smart!" instead of "This is uncharacteristically smart for Tai."

He does mention the sacrificed Digimon, but he's more focused on his masterstroke against Piedmon instead of the somber reflection that Taichi's doing.

Up in the air, the battle continues to rage.

Angewomon drives LadyDevimon back with another Holy Arrow, forcing her to dodge away. She turns momentarily towards Angemon and Birdramon.

Angewomon: I can handle this! Angemon: We're counting on you!

As Angemon and Birdramon turn to leave, Angewomon hangs there and. Just. Watches them. Smiling.

Taking your eye off your opponent in the middle of a fight for an extended period of time is generally inadvisable. LadyDevimon merrily capitalizes on her distraction with a hard kick to the back of the head. The hit smashes Angewomon downward, slamming her face-first into one of the stony spires littered around the plateau.

LadyDevimon: (triumphant) Wahaha! Angewomon: (picking herself up) DON'T CELEBRATE YET!!!

Angewomon flies back into the brawling distance, exchanging midair punches with LadyDevimon. While they duke it out, Birdramon and Angemon pick up their partners and make for the edge of the plateau.

Sora: Those words you spoke, Taichi! I'll make sure to pass them along to Yamato-kun, Mimi-chan, and Jou-senpai! Taichi: Great! Try to do it quickly!

We can now say with certainty that Yamato-tachi meant all three of them. The dub rolled the dice and gambled wrong.

In the dub:

Angewomon: Go, Angemon! Angemon: Alright! Come on, Birdramon! Angewomon: (smiling) ... (kick) LadyDevimon: Oops! Sorry, blondie. Ahahahahahaha!

The dub keeps in LadyDevimon's kick, but cuts the rest of the action that follows. Both Angewomon impacting the spire and the subsequent fistfight are gone. Angewomon simply recovers and briefly glowers.

T.K.: See you soon, Tai! Sora: Don't worry! We'll find Matt and Mimi and Joe and be back before you know it! Tai: Try and hurry! This is kind of important! Sora: I'll do the best I can!

Godspeed, Sora.

Meanwhile, at another lakeshore, Jou and Mimi follow the sounds of Yamato's harmonica back to him.

Wait, that's not Yamato.

Jou: That was you? I thought it was someone else. Elecmon: The Village of Beginnings has is gone. I'm tired and there's nothing left for me to do. Oh, how are Takeru and Patamon doing? Are they well? Jou: U-Uh, yeah, they're great. Both Takeru and Patamon are! Palmon: We're just going a different way than they are. Elecmon: I see. I'm glad to hear it. Mimi: Hey, why don't you come with us? Elecmon: Eh? Mimi: Unless the Dark Masters are defeated, the village will never go back to normal. Neither will the Digitama. Palmon: That's why we're forming a nakama to do just that! Elecmon: D-Defeat the Dark Masters!? That's an amazing idea that you're thinking of! Jou: We're not just thinking about it. We've already started fighting them. Gomamon: Takeru and Patamon are fighting too. Elecmon: Takeru and Patamon too...?

Mimi invites Elecmon to join her nakama, and he needs a moment to consider her proposal.

In the dub, Piedmon chimes in following their second commercial to segue us to the new scene.

Piedmon: Well, well. Let's just see how our little drama is unraveling. HA!!! (Mimi's team finds Elecmon playing the harmonica) Joe: Oh, so it was you? We thought it was someone else. Elecmon: Yeah, I'm sure you did. It's always the same thing. I'm just a constant source of disappointment to everybody. ...hey, how's Patamon? And T.K.? They alright? Joe: Yeah! And I know that both of them will be really happy to see you, Elecmon. Palmon: Yeah! Not that we're not, of course. Elecmon: Yeah, right. I'm sure. Nice try! Mimi: Hey, I know! Why don't you come along with us? Elecmon: Huh? Mimi: Yeah, we're gonna defeat those creepy Dark Masters once and for all, and fix up Primary Village too! Palmon: We need all the friends we can get! I know we don't look like much now, but maybe with your help, we can do it! Elecmon: Take on the Dark Masters!? I think I'll pass! I may be down, but I don't wanna be out! Joe: (snippy) For your information, we've taken them on! In fact, we've already defeated most of them! Gomamon: T.K. and Patamon have really been incredible! Elecmon: T.K. and Patamon? Those sweet kids are mixing it up with the Dark Masters!?

Mimi and Palmon don't have nakama to lean on so their invite is a lot less formal. Palmon tries to compensate by puffing up Elecmon as a potential game-changer which.

I mean. He's a Child. So.

Joe...

Let's be real, he's using an awfully liberal definition of "we" in both of these versions, seeing as he and Mimi were not present for two out of three Dark Master showdowns thus far. But Gomamon makes it worse by not just saying T.K. and Patamon are there but claiming knowledge of their performance that he does not possess.

All three of them are lying through their teeth to get Elecmon to enlist.

After some consideration, Elecmon comes to a decision.

Elecmon: Very well! Then I'm not going down so easily either! I'm coming with! Mimi: (pleased) Ehehehe! Elecmon: Besides, you guys look like you need all the help you can get. Ogremon: (defensive) What was that!? Jou: By the way, that harmonica you have...? Elecmon: What, this?

Elecmon stands up, approaching Jou so he can have a closer look.

Elecmon: I found it lying on the beach. Jou: You found it? Can I have a look?

Taking the harmonica from Elecmon, Jou inspects it. There's no mistaking it.

Jou: It's definitely Yamato's. Mimi: Eh!? Then he's probably close by! But... up ahead is....

Mimi looks out at the lake ahead of them.

Gomamon: Maybe he swam? Elecmon: Now that I think of it, I saw a swan boat leave from here last night. I just assumed some of the Nightmare Soldiers were out goofing off. Mimi: A SWAN BOAT!?!? Jou: Then there's no doubt about it! That was Yamato!

Because who else would ever use a swan boat?

...in the lifeless realm of darkness... where joy is dead....

Yeah, okay, that checks out

The geography here isn't entirely clear, since they napped at a lake and now they're at another lake. But I'm pretty sure that other lake was Seadramon's, while this one is the lake from the PicoDevimon sub-arc. The one that Digitamamon's diner would be beside if Spiral Mountain hadn't reshuffled it into Mugendramon's urban stripe.

In the dub, Elecmon doesn't do a lot of considering. That last line about those "crazy kids" takes up the space his contemplation would have filled.

Elecmon: Okay, if they're crazy enough to fight them then I am too. You twisted my arm. Mimi: (pleased) Ahahahahaha! Elecmon: Frankly, you guys are lucky to have gotten this far without me! Ogremon: (defensive) Oh, is that right!? Joe: By the way, Elecmon, where'd you get that harmonica? Elecmon: This thing? (Elecmon gets up, walking to Joe) Elecmon: I found it on the beach. Somebody must have dropped it. Joe: Can I take a look at it? (Joe inspects the harmonica) Joe: Oh, yeah. It's definitely Matt's. Mimi: That means he must be around here somewhere! Or he was.... You think he might have gone across? Gomamon: That's a long way to swim. Elecmon: Now that you mention it, I saw somebody cross the water last night. I thought it was one of those Nightmare Soldiers fooling around but, come to think of it, they probably wouldn't be using a boat shaped like a swan. Mimi: IT WAS A SWAN!?!? Joe: That settles it! It has to have been Matt! I can just picture it now!

Very faithfully translated. Again, this episode shows no hesitation in calling them "Nightmare Soldiers", in stark contrast to the Deep Savers and Metal Empire.

I don't think Pinocchimon's crew were ever called Wind Guardians in either version, come to think of it.

Thinking about Yamato, Jou makes a decision that's been weighing on his mind.

Jou: Hey, Mimi-kun.... Mimi: What is it? Jou: We've built up the nakama quite a bit. You'll be okay without me and Gomamon around, won't you? Mimi: What do you mean? Are you going somewhere? Jou: I'm... going after Yamato. Mimi: Then we should all go! Jou: No! Only Gomamon and I are going. Mimi: Eh!? Why!? Jou: We all need to find our own paths. Mimi: Our own path...? Jou: Yours is the path of building the nakama. Taichi's group have the path of fighting. (reconsiders) ...I mean, we can't make Taichi's group do all the fighting, though. I have to fight too. But... I'm not very strong and I can take Gomamon to his Ultimate level.

We close up on Gomamon for a moment, watching Jou sympathetically. Jou finally comes clean on why he wanted to go with Mimi.

Jou: That's why I thought we would hold the others back if we stayed with them. But there must be some things that only I can do. I'm sure Yamato realized that too. That's why I'm going after him.

Jou's words parallel what Gomamon told Yamato back during the Jureimon arguments: Taichi's cool in his own way but there are also things that only Yamato can do.

Jou: Uh... that's what I was thinking, anyway. Do you think it's a good idea? Gomamon: Of course it is! It was your decision, after all. Mimi: Jou-senpai.... Ogremon: Let him go. That guy's got a sterner spine than he seems to. Mimi: (smiling) Mhm....

Jou came with Mimi because he felt like the team would be better off without him.

(He was clearly not paying attention to how mission-critical Zudomon ended up being for the entire MetalSeadramon sub-arc. Just because Zudomon wasn't a match for Pinocchimon, that doesn't mean he was useless!)

Alright, let's see how the dub handles this.

Joe: Listen, Mimi. Mimi: Yeah? Joe: You've got a lot of friends now. Will you be okay if Gomamon and I go off for a while? Mimi: Hmm? What do you mean? Go off for a while? Go where? Joe: I don't know. I guess wherever Matt's gone to. Mimi: Okay! We'll all come with you and help you find him! Joe: Not this time! Just Gomamon can go. Mimi: Come on! What are you talking about? Joe: We each have our own path to follow. Mimi: What does that mean? Joe: Tai knows what he's doing. He knows where he fits in and so do you. So do the others! But I don't. Look, I know that we're in for the fight of our lives and part of me knows that I should stay and help. But I... I want you to count on me. Gomamon: ... Joe: If I'm unreliable, then Gomamon can't fully Digivolve. We're like circus clowns. We'd just get in the way! Don't look at me like that; You know that it's true. I'm gonna figure this out. They don't call me Old Reliable for nothing! Gomamon: But they don't. Joe: I'll ignore that! I think Matt was searching for the same thing when he left and I want to know if he found it somewhere out there. ...then again, it might be a total waste of time. It's just an idea. Gomamon: If you feel that strongly about it, it's gotta be the right thing! Mimi: You sure about this, Joe? Ogremon: Let the kid go his own way. Gomamon: I'm with ya, buddy! Ogremon: He's stronger than he looks. Mimi: (smiling) Mhm....

This is mostly good but Joe's speech derails somewhere between "Tai knows where he fits in" and "Gomamon can't fully Digivolve". The way Joe phrases it sort of implies that once he figures his shit out, Gomamon will be able to hit Ultimate/Mega. That is not where this is going.

Joe also tries to cut the tension with that quip about circus clowns and Old Reliable, but this is an impassioned speech about a major decision he's making for the sake of his own personal growth. It's not really the time for tone-shattering quipping.

Still, he covers the key point: He needs to leave to go find his own path, like Matt did. And finding his path involves finding Matt.

Meanwhile, back at the fight, LadyDevimon unleashes another Darkness Wave on Angewomon.

Angewomon blocks the bat wave with her hands, which weirdly enough works.

(It's hard to make out but I think she's actually making some sort of light barrier.)

However, while her attention is on the bats, it is once again off of her adversary. LadyDevimon grabs her by her long hair, swinging her around in a circle.

LadyDevimon: HORAHORAHORAHORA!!!

Kabuterimon super-evolves to join the fight, right as LadyDevimon lets go of Angewomon. He catches her in his hands.

AtlurKabuterimon: Are you okay? Angewomon: STAY OUT OF IT!!!

Okay this is going to take some explaining. The word ほら hora basically means "Hey! Look at me! Watch! Check this shit out!" etc. etc.

The term おら ora is, to my understanding, a tough guy slang version of ほら hora.

Screaming おらおらおらおら ORAORAORAORA at the top of your lungs while doing intense violence is a popular action trope in Japan. The internet tells me it was popularized by JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, whose titular character would shout that while lobbing rapid-fire punches? But that's the internet.

LadyDevimon is doing that, but with the original ほら hora terminology because she is too classy and ladylike for tough guy slang.

Part of me wants to say it comes from sumo, but I can't find any evidence of that so I may just be remembering things wrong.

In the dub:

LadyDevimon: Round and round we go! (Kabuterimon Digivolves to MegaKabuterimon) LadyDevimon: Never did like that bleached look! (LadyDevimon tosses Angewomon; MegaKabuterimon catches her) MegaKabuterimon: Gotcha! Angewomon: LET ME GO!!!

MegaKabuterimon releases Angewomon, who furiously charges at LadyDevimon.

Angewomon: IT'S ON NOW!!!

Angewomon flies back in and gives LadyDevimon a hard slap across the face.

LadyDevimon: YOU THINK!?!?

LadyDevimon returns the slap. Their brawl devolves into a slap fight while the children below watch in bewildered uncertainty.

Taichi: I'm lost...! Koushiro: ...women are terrifying when they get mad. Hikari: DON'T LOSE TO HER!!! GET HER!!! GET HER!!!

Well, the boys watch in bewildered uncertainty. Hikari's out for blood.

In the dub:

Angewomon: LET ME AT HER!!! (Angewomon slaps LadyDevimon and the slapfight begins) Tai: Wow! Look at them go! Izzy: I know I shouldn't watch this, but... I can't take my eyes off it.... Kari: GET HER, ANGEWOMON!!! THAT'S RIGHT!!! KNOCK THAT WITCH'S BLOCK OFF!!! GO!!!

Rather than confused and disturbed, Dub Tai and Izzy seem to be perving on the fight instead. Also, surprisingly, none of the slap fight is censored.

Fed up, LadyDevimon twirls in the air, building momentum for a spin kick across the face.

LadyDevimon: WHAT'S SO CHARMING ABOUT YOU!?!?

She lands a direct hit, sending Angewomon hurtling into the ground below.

LadyDevimon: I'VE GOT YOU NOW!!! DARKNESS SPEEEEEEEEAR!!!

Her massive clawlike left hand morphs into a lance and she lunges. AtlurKabuterimon throws himself in the way, blocking the spear with his hard shell. It breaks off on impact.

In the dub:

LadyDevimon: ENOUGH OF THIS!!! (spinkick) LadyDevimon: THIS GAME IS OVER!!! YOU'RE GROUNDED, GOLDILOCKS!!! BLACK WING!!!

A lot of this is just fight-o fight-o dialogue in both versions, but I have no idea why stabbing someone with a lance is called "Black Wing".

Breaking off her Darkness Spear causes LadyDevimon to recoil in pain, grabbing her arm.

LadyDevimon: AUGH!!! CHEAP SHOT!!! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!! AtlurKabuterimon: Oh, u-uh... sorry about that.....

Awkward though AtlurKabuterimon feels about it, his intervention here is a game-changer. Angewomon gets her second wind, rocketing out from under his shell and back up into the air.

LadyDevimon: Huh!? Angewomon: Playtime is over. Prepare yourself!

A great holy light erupts from behind Angewomon. LadyDevimon recoils in pain, shielding her eyes as if the light itself is harmful to her.

LadyDevimon: WHAT ARE YOU SO EXCITED ABOUT!?!?

LadyDevimon regenerates her Darkness Spear for one last-ditch effort. But before she can close distance, Angewomon lets loose with Heaven's Charm. LadyDevimon lets out a bloodcurdling scream as the energy wave disintegrates her into pixels.

LadyDevimon: P-PIEMON-SAMA!!!

In the dub:

LadyDevimon: AUGH!!! YOU BROKE IT!!! MegaKabuterimon: (snarky) Aww, send me the bill! Angewomon: (rises again) You're right, LadyDevimon! This game IS over! (holy light) LadyDevimon: AUGH!!! NOT YET!!! DARKNESS-- Angewomon: HEAVEN'S CHARM!!! (Heaven's Charm kills LadyDevimon) LadyDevimon: AHHHHHHH I'M MEEEEELTING!!!

Okay, I super love the way Angewomon interrupts LadyDevimon calling an attack, like a quick-draw battle.

LadyDevimon references Wizard of Oz as she dies, paying off Kari's repeated accusations of her being a witch.

Once LadyDevimon is dead, the two Perfects degenerate back into Tailmon and Tentomon.

Hikari catches Tailmon as she falls out of the air, while Tentomon rushes to Koushiro for inspection.

Tentomon: (wailing) Koushiro-han! You don't see any marks on my back, do you?

But, while they're having this moment, Taichi's focus is on the distant observatory.

Taichi: (firmly) Incoming. Hikari & Koushiro: Eh!?

Taichi draws the group's attention to a distant figure walking from the observatory towards them. He uses his mini telescope to confirm.

Taichi: It's Piemon. Koushiro: The final Dark Master. Taichi: Agumon, get ready! Agumon: Okay, Taichi.

Agumon warp-evolves into WarGreymon for this final battle.

Piemon: Hmhmhmhmhm.... Taichi: Be careful. He's tough. Narrator: The last of the Dark Masters has finally appeared. Will Yamato and the others return in time?

We cut to Sora and Takeru flying out in search of the others. Mimi and her crew still searching for others to join them. Jou on Ikkakumon's back crossing the lake. And then close WarGreymon and Piemon preparing to face off, with Piemon laughing menacingly.

In the dub:

Tentomon: (wailing) How's my back!? Can you see anything!? I hope it didn't leave a scar! Agumon: (excited) Tai! You see what I see? Tai: It's him! Izzy & Kari: (startled gasp) Tai: It doesn't look good, that's for sure! (Tai uses his mini telescope to confirm) Tai: Piedmon....

The dub puts its final commercial break here. Right at the very end. We come back to Tai looking at Piedmon through his mini telescope again.

Tai: The last of the Dark Masters! Izzy: The guy's not exactly in a hurry, is he? Tai: Suit up, Agumon! You're on! Agumon: It's about time! (Agumon Warp Digivolves) Piedmon: Hmhmhmhmhmhm.... WarGreymon: I'm ready! Tai: Remember, he's strong! We don't even know how strong! WarGreymon: No problem! At this rate, I'm only worried about dying of old age! Tai: It's okay. The longer he draws this out, the better for us!

They slide in some quips about Piedmon's slow, ominous approach. Then Tai fills in for the narrator's part during the shots of the rest of the DigiDestined.

Tai: No offense, WarGreymon, but you can only hold him off for so long. We're gonna need everybody for this one. T.K. and Sora! Mimi! And our Digimon allies! And Matt! And good ol' reliable Joe! I say, let him take his time! WarGreymon: Okay, okay. But this waiting gets on my nerves! Piedmon: Hmhmhmhmhmhm..... Narrator: Are the DigiDestined ready to face Piedmon, the most powerful villain in the Digi-World? Tune in to the next Digimon: Digital Monsters!

You know, it's fair that the dub would think that.

But no. In a given set of Four Heavenly Kings, there's usually one more deity above them all. The Dark Masters are no exception.

Assessment: Honestly, LadyDevimon's kind of a throwaway villain. The real meat of this episode is two-fold: Mimi and Jou's scenes, and Taichi showing his character growth by making long-term tactical decisions with the soldiers under him.

It feels like they needed to be fighting somebody for that, but it didn't really matter who.

Speaking of Jou and Mimi, there's something interesting in the fact that we're back at this lake. Only this time it's Jou making the decision to go find Yamato, instead of Yamato making the decision to go help Jou.

I feel like there's something to that. But I can't say for certain until we see where this is going.

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi! If you could do anything with Lee Genya, that would be fantastic. If not it’s ok, but like there are not a lot that I can find lol. Like 4 max maybe.

Oo, I'm loving me some Genya and Tanjiro! Especially after this most recent arc in Demon Slayer! I've gotcha covered, anons!

CW: Angst, hurt/comfort, some swearing. Food mention

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“I’m here to help.” Genya called out upon arriving, only to find Tanjiro in the room. “And I’m late.”

“Huh? Oh! Genya!” The brunette smiled at him over his shoulder, an empty pot and several dirty plates around him. “Sorry- the guys couldn’t wait to eat. I saved you some- we made rice porridge.”

“Huh- oh no, I’m not..” Genya paused, weakened by Tanjiro’s bright expression. Then his stomach growled, making him flush from root to collar. “Okay fine.”

“Yay! I think you’ll like it.” A bowl was passed to trembling hands, the brunette nodding before standing up and gathering the dishes. “You don’t eat much. At first I thought it was to do with the-” He trailed off, realizing how it sounded. “Sorry..”

“You’re fine.” Genya told him around a mouthful. He finished off his porridge as he seeked for the words. “I…guess I’m not much of an eater. Never have been.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say more, but Tanjiro seemed to understand.

“You remind me of Nezuko.” He laughed, voice soft. “Even before she became a demon; she ate fairly little. I was always telling her to have more, but she wouldn’t take anything until all our siblings had food.” His smile was sad with memory. Genya felt his heart pinch. “I hope- when she’s human again- she eats more. I want to have her try all kinds of food. Like Miss Kanroji’s pancakes, and Udon! I…Genya?”

He hadn’t realized he was crying until tears dripped onto his hands. “Oh-oh shit..” He tried to wipe them away, but they just kept falling- like raindrops against a rooftop. “S-Sorry, I don’t- I don’t know why I’m-”

Arms were around him, the smell of charcoal and sweat and…Tanjiro. His hair tickled Genya’s nose, shocking him briefly out of his tears.

“You smell so sad…” Tanjiro spoke into his shoulder, his grip tight and comforting and warm. It was enough to make him cry more. Before long, Genya was sobbing into his neck, clinging to him just as tight. Despite his own grief, he could feet Tanjiro shaking in his arms. He was crying too.

He didn’t know how much time passed, or if anyone passed by. All he knew was eventually his sobs lessened into exhausted sniffles, and his chest hurt from all the crying. He was sure his face was a mess, and he knew if he talked, he’d sound stuffy and gross.

“Sorry.” Was all he got out.

“Why are you apologizing?” Tanjiro wiped at his cheeks, sheepish at his own weeping. “I should be the one to do so- I didn’t mean to bring up something painful.”

“What- no, don’t apologize either.” Genya cringed, not at all liking where this was going. Why was talking so difficult? “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m..I’m sorry about your sister. And your family.”

Tanjiro nodded slowly, letting their shared grief settle. Then he smiled, reaching out and patting Genya’s shoulder.

“Come on- let’s finish cleaning up.” He stood, bringing Genya with him as they went to work.

~~~

“Hm hm hm hm hmmm~” Tanjiro hummed happily as he put away the last of the bowls, stretching his arms out overhead. “And done! Thanks for your help, Genya!”

“Hm.” The other boy was outside, sitting on the porch just a foot away from the open door. Tanjiro hesitated, but then decided to come out and sit with him.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, watching his face carefully. Genya didn’t respond immediately, but then he nodded slowly.

“Yeah…god- is it weird I feel embarrassed?” He looked at his legs, cheeks suddenly hot. “I know I shouldn’t, but I feel so…”

“Vulnerable?” Tanjiro offered, wincing some when Genya glared. “Sorry.”

“No- no, don’t-ugh. I’m bad at this.” The taller boy stammered, bowing his head in defeat. “I don’t- I don’t know how to talk to people. Sorry if it doesn’t always come out right.”

Tanjiro nodded, leaning on his knees. Now that he knew his brother- this wasn’t news.

Something in his chest twinged though- seeing Genya so sad. He didn’t smell nearly as devastated as before, but it didn’t mean Tanjiro was satisfied.

He took a risk, reaching out and jabbing his side.

“Gah!” Genya yelped at the touch, leaning away with wide eyes. Tanjiro blinked.

Then he was smiling, poking him again.

“T-Tanjihihiro! Knoohohock it oohohohohff!” Genya giggled out, one arm swatting at him while the other one tried to block Tanjiro’s finger. “Dohoohhn’t dohoho thahahaht!”

“Why not? You’ve been frowning all evening. I want to see you smile!” The brunette laughed as he got on his knees, bringing both hands in as he carried on tickling. “Tickle tickle tickle, Genya!”

“Aheahahhhha! Gheahhhaa- dohohohohn’t yohhohohu sthahahahrt wihiihihth thahahahat! Ghehahahahah!” He tried his best, but Tanjiro was a force to be reckoned with. Genya soon found himself lying on his back, kicking his feet and squeaking as his ribs were thoroughly pinched and prodded. “Coohoohhome ohohoohh, hahahahve sohohoome mehhehhercy!”

“Hmm..I’ll think about it.” Tanjiro winked, moving his hands up to Genya’s armpits before drilling into them- making the taller boy screech. “Tell you what- I’ll show mercy when you’re no longer sad. Sounds fair?”

“Uhuhuhunfahhahahir! Uuhuhuhnfahhhahahahair! Aheahhahha stahhahahap!” Genya kicked and squealed beneath him, fighting for his life as his worst spots were attacked. Despite his pleas, Tanjiro didn’t get a whiff of discomfort. If anything, Genya smelled like he was having fun.

It brought him a deep sense of joy. He was glad to know his friend was feeling good.

“Ahehahahahahahha Taahhahanjihihihihrohohohohoo!” With a sudden burst of strength, Genya managed to flip them over, pinning Tanjiro to the ground as he gasped for air. “Thehehere…nhhoohohow stahhap it!” He nodded, looking down at Tanjiro with a glare.

The brunette smiled up at him happily, unfazed at his look. “Okay! Feeling better?”

“Feeling-” Genya blinked, unsure on how to respond. Then he sighed, falling into Tanjro with a low groan. “Yes…yes, I feel better.”

“Good!” Tanjiro believed him, reaching up to pat his head. “Anytime you need help, I’m here for you.”

“In that case, help me out with something…” Tanjiro blinked, interested. When Genya sat up, there was something rather dangerous in his gaze. He already knew what was coming.

“Hehe, I’m in danger, aren’t I?” He asked, already giggling.

“You’re about to be- COME HERE!” Genya was quick to attack, going for his ribs and sending Tanjiro into loud happy fits of mirth. Soon the night sky was filled with laughter once more, the two carrying on their tickle fight and chasing away the pain. Eventually, Gyomei would find them and remind them to get some rest- putting an end to their tickle fight before they could wake all the trainees.

The entire time, Tanjiro didn’t get a single whiff of sadness from his friend.

Mission accomplished.

Thanks for reading!

[emwheezie]

Do you have some fun facts about Enzo to share? Just wanna to know the guy a bit better.

This is Enzo Vincenzo! I've gotten a TON of asks about him, but was waiting to finish some art and work his story/character a bit more before answering! He's a character we thought up in 2014-15ish, but only recently worked in depth on his development. Pre apologies here, I'm longwinded when talking about my characters! (also it is 3:13am and I'm feeling silly)

Enzo is a secondary character in the comic, friend of the main character kind of deal. My cowriter and I love Enzo and are very happy that everyone else seems to like him too! We are making sure to develop all our characters as much as the two main characters so that we can create as rich of a story/universe as possible. (like we have so much content you could pick any random minor character and be like "them. make a spinoff about them" and we could just do that immediately we have so much content my brain is going to explode)

Enzo and Lennon are high school buddies who met sophomore year, shortly before Lennon dropped out. (peep the bottom art of them from their HS years)

Him and Lennon are big into movies. They binge watch them over the weekends or when he's convinced by Lennon to skip classes for the day.

Enzo loves to draw, especially dragons and horror related stuff. He posts his drawings on DeviantArt where he met xXHexiLexi328Xx and fell in love with her. She's also an artist who loves to draw super kawaii anime chibis magical girls and pokemon stuff.

No one thinks Hexi Lexi is a real person. Everyone's like "awh poor Enzo, still single...you'll find someone, buddy." But she's real and from Arkansas. (like that state even exists?)

Enzo loves knives. His favorite one is a switchblade engraved with the name "Colleen." He found Colleen at a Goodwill while he and Lennon were looking for parts to build a "Saw trap." (you know, from the Saw franchise) Enzo thinks he's Billy The Puppet from Saw...I mean, high school Enzo kind of had the same poofy hair and I'm not gonna be the one to tell him he didn't look like that puppet.

Somewhere along the way, early in their friendship, Lennon is convinced Enzo killed his parents. Lennon's never seen Enzo with his parents so I guess that's the only solution, right? It becomes a longstanding rumor/joke... and Lennon's like wow Enzo that's so cool I'm friends with a literal murderer. (Lennon is dumb).

Enzo once wanted to become a priest but then he remembered he was evil.

Enzo is Albanian-Italian and grew up in Cambridge, MA living with his parents and grandparents. His parents are super religious people who work at the restaurant his grandparents own, located in the North End of Boston.

It's a joke that Enzo's like never heard a music once in his life before meeting Lennon who introduced him to guitar. (He's rhythm guitar in Lennon and Tony's band Poison Boy Club)

I feel like I've said a lot of words and stuff. I feel like there's more but it's now 3:40am and my brain is mush. OH later on, Enzo really hones in on his art skills and gets into tattooing, earning himself an internship at a local studio.

Overall, Enzo's a cool, confident dude who's a little scary in a "big guard dog" type of way, but he's a loyal friend and does his own thing and he's with that.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Motherlode

And here I find myself again, circling back to the same basic thoughts about this arc that really only stretched itself out to about double what I and most others predicted. You get my angle right? While the world's watching, while the fandom's watching someone not named Nico Robin give a little nuggie of Void Century lore...200 chapters after Bakura Town, 100 after Kiku's fall, in a chapter after one with a folk lore allusion title. Stussy breaks the seal. Speaking more or less the same trauma. It's even the same central idea of Wano; ensuring the Straw Hat's escape was Stella's final command. It all runs on that old school Japanese take on ideal feminity; "A woman's happiness is taking care of those she loves." Self-sacrifice to repay kindness towards you.

Bonney has so much to compare and contrast, you're a solid candidate for someone who could kinda fuse Kiku & Yamato, but Stussy? You're our Tamataebako buddy with the same eyes. A trans woman and a clone, can't say it isn't relatable and they both have a demonic facade without an ounce of action girl tomboy tropes. Stussy can nab that torch now just like Bonney could have. But you still exist in that space. Why are we doing you now, after the others? We still have cards unplayed from Wano. When their theme is subtlety one should expect waiting until the final phase.

This chapter gives me a lot that has me excited.

We have a whole theme this chapter of people responding again and doubling down on the idea these different faces we know are reacting differently to Vegapunk's speech. Things different fans are reacting to. Wano the Joyboy lore, Carrot the weaponry, but it's one of those simple tricks that fuel a big deception. None of it is really that much deeper than clarifying what we as readers sorta knew. Of course, for Wano...it isn't the full group but we see a group. It'd make perfect sense for Kiku to be smiling and holding a tray with the implication she brought the dango, she could appear any example of this cover serial...but this is how you have to look at things when strategic absence is an established motif. Oh, and I guess Shino just got to stay youthful. Rock on mature woman, enjoy it.

The world is merely learning more or less what we know. The real story is still playing out. Stussy, the escape, this time we aren't breaking away. It's almost like a good rap track where the first two verses are smooth and melodic leading into a rapid-fire third verse to really hammer the message. I think we'll stick with that as the message unfolds. But this arc has just enough gas it's the opening act not the final point in and of itself. What makes me feel confident this time? Glad you asked:

Nojiko caring more about the farm bolsters this and her alone would have me freaking the fuck out but...bruh. Miss Goldenweek? Goldie!? Marianne and her hilarious in hindsight apple hat? Peep the suitcase, they're leaving to find Cross Guild. But yeah! Miss Friggin Goldenweek and Nojiko have an interesting response to this worldwide message. I love it too. They don't really seem to care much. Nami's big sister and a mellow girl that was one of Luffy's most vexing opponents. She got a cover serial, this little lady was always an oddball waiting to surprise us. For now though this is dope. Don't let her demeanor fool you, she was clearly a top agent for a reason and the reasons really aren't that different than the archetype I see out of Kiku.

What specifically does it though is how she's paired with the reaction focusing on the common people killed as collateral damage. Now let's take it altogether. Because something else going on under the message brings us back to where this felt most powerful:

Uh-oh. The big cloud layer is under attack. The Elbaf ship is getting surrounded. What if they weren't enough? For all the talk about other stuff that could happen if the Giants are the penultimate surprise addition...is it just gonna be the Grand Fleet after all? They make so much sense big picture. Robonosuke is still hanging around at the edge of all this too. Because things are getting dire on Egghead underneath the lore dump.

All in all...I love this shit right now because it's exactly what I've been on about since Wano ended. Wall to wall this chapter. 1115 is a straight banger.

[py-dreamer]

I can't believe this is the first goddamn video I post.

But times are funny like that aren't they?

Ok so as the thumbnail says, this is specifically for the first lmk fic I've written:

"When the sun sets forever."

Yes it's shadowpeach, how on earth did you guess. And if you've floated around my dreamscape for a while, you'll know my...

...very enthusiastic opinions of Macaque...

(I promise I do still like him, he's a great character, it's just I get pretty peeved by how the majority of the fandom portrays their relationship a lot of peeps bashing Wukong and saying Mac did nothing wrong-

I have a whole other post about this and the fic, I'm tired man, here're the links:

https://www.tumblr.com/py-dreamer/751398212493000704/oh-its-macaroni-learns-the-consequences-for

https://www.tumblr.com/py-dreamer/751119540805632000/rant-about-shadowpeach-warning-mac-slander)

But regardless, if you enjoy some Macaca slander, hop on board!

If you don't , good for you! Please don't harass anyone who thinks otherwise.

But to sum up:

In this fic we explore a scenario where Macaque finds a time alterating artifact after a huge spat on the mountain (that resulted in the clip above), uses that artifact to make it so he killed Tripitaka during JTTW. Then we see his pov in this universe where things have certainly changed drastically

...and not necessarily for the better.

People change. Friends or foes found dead or alive. Cities fall and some thrive.

But one thing I can assure you?

Neither of our mystic monkeys are having any fun until the end.

But yeah! Formal announcement post for my fic!

Yes this is a big reason why I've been absent for like a month

No I won't stop posting art. I'm taking a short break rn to get into the rhythm of drawing again

No there isn't a formal posting schedule, but I do have it in mind

No this isn't the big BIG project I've been working on for a few weeks

(Forgive me if I missed anything from s5, this was planned and written before that and I haven't watched it yet)

But enough about me!

I want to thank anyone who's already seen the fic and/or left kudos or comments

And I want to give an especially huge shoutout to @furornocturna for beta reading this thing!

Their work is great! And is one of the most enjoyable reads I've read in a long while

And since I haven't seen an official post for it yet...

SHABAM!!! Another great fic! She recently updated it too! It's about amnesiac Wukong who thinks Macaque is still his mate and MK is their child!

Wham bam, pajama sam's christmas ham: hijinks ensue

Very entertaining, good ol Macaque bashing

(she and I like to stand around him in a circle and give him a good whack with the consequences stick sometimes. It builds character.)

And parental Shadowpeach is always appreciated here. 10/10

I have not linked it but also check out:

Fractured pieces make a mosaic

Also written by her! Another great fic that delves into more of the sins of Macaque against EVERYONE not just Wukong

But about the video, yea just heard the audio and thought it'd be funny

I feel like Chang'e would definitely comfort a friend after some harsh words like what happens in the 1st chapter

Or at least she'd hear what Macaque did from Wukong and give massive side eye

(Especially since I figured she'd have a damn well knowledge of bad men *cough* *cough8 the reason Zhu Bajie got kicked out of heaven in the first place *cough* *cough*

I know they've rarely interacted in canon but hey, they've at least met on screen and we know Wukong can build a rocket to visit. Plus both being lonely immortals with cute animal subjects being theri only companions for centuries...

I have a feeling they'd get along somehow

They remind me of friends who exchange pics of their cute pet, only it's more like children for Wukong since they're literally his Sun family

And anyway the fandom pairs Mac and Chang'e just because they have a moon motif so let me have this goddamit.

[shieldofiron]

Vecnavision: Interstitial

Two years ago I wrote Vecnavision 3D in a semi haze, lurking in this fandom. It's half fever dream, and the first fic I ever started for this fandom. Two years since it's release, and with Vecnavision: Game Over likely to be written after S5 comes out... enjoy a return to my favorite boys.

Also on AO3 Here

"Come on, come on," Steve urges, yanking at Billy's shirt.

"Someone's antsy," Billy murmurs, dragging another unhurried kiss along Steve's adam's apple.

"Billy, we're supposed to be watching the gate," Steve breaks off with a gasp and a moan, arching his back. "We can't fool around all night."

"We can. And we should. That thing hasn't made a peep in over a month," Billy kisses Steve's jaw. "Relax."

"This is how horror movies start," Steve whimpers. He's staring up into the dark, because there's no streetlamps out here by lover's lake. He's gotten much too used to fumbling around in the back of the beemer like this, but something feels different about tonight.

Billy laughs deep in his throat. "Well if the hooked hand killer is gonna come after us for slutting it up... we might as well slut it up, right?"

Steve hesitates quietly. Fear trips down his spine, but lust along with it.

"You gettin' scared because it's Halloween, Harrington?" Billy asks, leaning back and smiling. He's got his thighs bracketing Steve's hips, and Steve can feel more than see him, feel the way Billy tightens his thighs a little, rolling his hips in tight circles. "Don't worry. I'll protect you."

"They say that in the horror movies too," Steve's grumble turns into a choked sound as Billy grinds down, the rough denim of Steve's jeans scraping against the head of his cock.

Steve pants, hips grinding into the space between Billy's hips.

"You're a menace." Steve bites out. "Oh, Billy, G-God... I... I don't have lube..."

"Hmmm... I guess I'll just have to get you off like this, like the slut that you are," Billy whispers, stealing his hands under Steve's sweater. "You mad we got put on duty now?"

"N-no," Steve admits. "Fuck Billy... just... please... quickly..."

He thinks he can hear something outside but he doesn't want to look. They'd taken up the offer to watch the gate tonight and to be honest Steve had been kind of hoping something like this might happen. If Hopper thought it was suspicious that they agreed to watch the gate together, he kept it close to his vest, because he and Murray were a few miles away watching the road gate.

"I... I love you, Billy, please quickly..."

Billy grinds up against Steve's cock again, sending sparks down Steve's spine. Billy makes a quiet noise, working against Steve with single minded purpose. Steve can hear the sound of Billy's family video vest swishing in the dark and he nearly wants to pout. He wishes they were home and naked and free. But at the same time he couldn't get out of this car for a million dollars.

"I love you too, Steve. Slowly. Don't get too worked up, right?" Billy growls.

Steve's chest warms from the inside out. He's still getting used to it. Not the sex, of course. Not the love either. But hearing that Billy loves him. Billy's not shy about it either, not when they're alone.

"Oh, you don't get too worked up," Steve shoots back, but he can't hide the fondness in his voice.

"Great comeback."

"Shut up," Steve slides his hand along Billy's arms, groping in the dark for one of Billy's hands. He can't seem to pry the other off of the curve of Billy's hip, feeling the roll and twist of muscles under the surface. Billy gasps, hips grinding without finesse. He knits their fingers together, tugging Billy back down for another kiss.

In the dark, he can still find Billy's lips. He could find Billy's lips anywhere. Their tongues tangle and Steve groans, digging his nails into Billy's hip. Billy's hips jerk and he must come, because he bites Steve's hip and

Steve tears away. "I wanna... I..."

Billy giggles, a little loopy, and the sound warms Steve's heart, "God, you're so hot."

He kisses Steve's nose. "Come."

Steve can't exactly come on command like that, it takes a few swirls of Billy's hips and he's groaning into the kiss.

"I love you," Steve shook his head, still coming down from the pulses of pleasure rocking down his spine. "You sadist."

Billy kisses him in reply, "Just distracting you from being a scaredy cat."

"I'm not-" Steve breaks off when the wind whistles against the car. He can't see Billy but he swears he can hear Billy smile. "We should-"

"We should snuggle a little, batman. You trying to sneak out on me?" Billy's joking, but there's a hit of insecurity there.

Steve sneaks up for a kiss. "You know you're the only one I love."

Billy smiles against Steve's list. "Alright boy scout."

"We can cuddle on the hood of the car." Steve whispers earnestly.

"Alright. Twist my arm."

Steve squirms. "I wish we had fresh clothes."

"Come on. We'll be home before you know it." He rolls off of Steve, his vest swishing.

Steve squirms still in his jeans, tugging at the waistband to try and relieve the over sensitivity. He grabs the flashlights and walkie from the front seat, while Billy grabs the blanket that had fallen down the backseat and tosses it over his shoulder.

Steve opens the passenger side door and steps out onto the wet dirt.

"Did it rain?"

"No? I don't think so. Unless you count your underwear, Pretty Boy."

Steve rolls his eyes, snapping on the flashlight. There's mud next to the car. Not exactly front page news. But it's like... really wet.

"I swear, the clearing wasn't wet like this," Steve frowns. "I would have noticed if the car was driving on mud."

Billy pops his head out. "You worried about your paint job?"

Steve ignores him, pointing the flashlight down into the dirt. Maybe it was a good thing that they hadn't gotten out of their jeans. The water looked nasty as hell.

He followed the trail of mud, down down.

"Oh shit," Billy whispers, scrambling out of the car next to him.

There's... like track marks coming out of the lake. Wet marks, like something has been dredged out of the bottom. It doesn't look like it was a boat or something.

"It's..."

"Footprints," Billy finishes for Steve.

Human footprints. Well. Human-like.

Steve whips around, looking around the clearing. He can't see anything but the car and the clearing, the trees that are always there.

"You think I'm a scaredy cat now?" Steve whispers.

But when he turns back to Billy, Billy's too pale looking. eyes darting around the clearing.

Steve wraps his arms around Billy's waist, pulling him tighter. He did promise cuddles. Steve might need them even more than Billy.

He flips the walkie once in his hand and then hits talk. "Road team, any changes? We need backup, at the lake. Code Red."