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eyesxxyou · 10 months

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❝ sunshine ❞ (hobie brown x male!reader)

｡ﾟ･ ¡ content. hobie x male!reader. reader pretends to hate dislike hobie. gay longing. denial of feelings. oral (m receiving). handjob. lots of kissing. hobie being kinda pushy. you have a list of reasons why you don't like hobie brown but you never thought being locked in the closet with him would make you reconsider if your reasons are actually all the reasons why you like him.

tags: @hoe-bie @zyonsay

You didn’t hate Hobie.

It was a claim that most of your friends made when your name and his happened to appear in the same sentence. You must make the record clear. You did not hate Hobie Brown. You found him irritating from time to time, sure, with the way he carried himself with a careless sway, the way he spoke with an undue amount of confidence in everything he said. He laughed fully and obnoxiously, he challenged people without remorse, he instigated fights that never needed to happen in the first place. Hobie was not one to keep the peace, not like you who’d rather avoid all confrontation and conflict if possible.

You watched him spread out against your couch, a joint hanging from his full lips while smoke kissed his slender face. He was in the middle of making a bet that he would wipe everyone in a game of beer pong. He talked such a big game and when it came down to it, everyone being divided up into teams, you somehow ended up with Hobie as your partner as some kind of sick joke on you. It was known that you weren’t good at games like these and Hobie insisted that it would be okay because “I’ll carry ya, it’ll be no sweat.”

You didn't know how the idea came up – probably due to Hobie's endless search to make things far more complicated than need be – but the idea of making it strip beer pong became the consensus among your friends group. “And whicheva team loses has to spend an hour in y/n’s room!” Your friends giggled amongst themselves while you stood there completely perplexed at how things had dwindled out of your favor so swiftly. He was so good at convincing others to go along with him no matter how deranged the idea. He once convinced everyone that it was a good idea to go to the roof of your building while everyone was drunk, the only reason no one died was because you were sober enough to keep everyone safe.

You jabbed your elbow into Hobie’s side, eyes alight with fury. “Why the fuck would you say that?” You hissed between your teeth at him. “Not true! No one will be spending the night in my room!”

Hobie’s arm was suddenly around your shoulders, pulling you in and shaking you gently. “Come awn. Don’ be a buzzkill, sunshine. It’ll be fun, no harm in i’.” He leaned in close, smelling of smoke, musk, and faded cologne. Your body tensed against him and without thought, you retracted from him, a scowl curling onto your lips as you looked him up and down. “Not my bedroom y’all, anywhere but my bedroom.”

“Fine, the closet.” Hobie settled the matter right then and there. “Can we get on wit’ i’?” He was already taking more plastic cups to set out on the table, rushed to get on with the fun and prove himself better than everyone else.

Turns out, Hobie absolutely sucked at beer pong too. He could not aim for shit and every missed shot meant an article of clothing removed for the two of you. It started out innocently, vests and jackets, shoes, socks, cuffs and collars. But with each ping pong that bounced off the rim of a cup, more essential clothing began to come off.

Hobie just narrowly missed a shot for one of the back cups and with a playful sigh, he grasped the hem of his torn-up, worn-out shirt and pulled it up over his head and tossed it down on the floor beside him. You glanced at his exposed torso, the smooth skin of his diaphragm leading to his firm naval. The faint outline of abs show themselves through that soft-looking skin of his. A thin line of hair began at his belly button and trailed down to the waist of his low-hanging pants which were next on the hanging line if he missed his next shot.

You turned your flustered gaze away from his toned body and focused on your own shot.

You were down to your own shirt and pants, not being all that great at beer pong yourself. You rocked between your feet, ‘I’m fucked’. You knew you were. There was no coming back from a loss like this one and when you looked to Hobie, hissing at him, “What the hell happened to you being a god at this?”

“Yeah, I guess I shoulda told’ja that I neva played this before we started.” You could have punched him if not for the way he looked at you and offered a lop-sided smile. It offered a mischievous apology, he meant it but not enough. There was something so charming about it, so easy-going.

It was almost certain that you two would lose and by the time you two were left in just your boxers in front of everyone, you had long lost hope for the idea that you wouldn’t be locked in a closet with Hobie for the rest of the night.

Your closet wasn't the biggest, especially with all the clothes in there. At best the two of you would have a few inches of space between you. You didn't want to feel his skin pressed against yours, didn't want his breath fanning your cheek, didn't want to acknowledge he was right there at all times constantly.

Hobie took it all with an air of light-hearted fun as your friends shoved the two of you into your bedroom closet and slid a nearby dresser in front to ensure the two of you couldn't get out until they chose.

Why did the closet seem so much smaller than you remembered? Why was Hobie so close to you? You hid yourself partially in your hanging clothes and crossed your arms across your bare chest. The rules said you two couldn't put on any clothes, you'd just have to sit there half-naked and embarrassed.

Hobie busied himself rummaging through your clothes, humming in approval at those he liked. “No way, you kept this?” He plucked a shirt from your assortment of clothing to reveal a shirt he had made for you. Hand-sewn and everything. “I though’ ya woulda thrown it in the rubbish as soon as I wasn't lookin’.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and snatching the shirt from him to hold it to your chest. You’d never give him the satisfaction of telling him but you regularly slept in this shirt. It was a very thoughtful gift and you didn't want it to go to waste but you furthermore didn't want to give Hobie a big head by wearing it in front of him. “Why would I do that? Only an asshole would do something like that.”

Hobie shrugged his narrow shoulders. “Everyone says ya hate me, sunshine.”

“You don't sound like you believe that.” You notice how Hobie wades a little closer to you, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. A subtle smirk teased his lips as he looked at your shrinking frame. “Nah, I don'. I think ya like me, actually. A lot.”

Your eyes widened and your body reacted with vigor. “Absolutely not!” You denied it with fervor as Hobie approached further. “I- I have no idea why you’d ever think that!” you backed up until your back met the wall and you could go no further. You babbled on. “Hobie, you know I'm not–”

Your breathing shuddered as Hobie pressed his hand to your shoulder before sliding his palm to the spot between your jaw and neck. “If no’, lemme try somefin’ then.” He leaned in slowly, giving you all the opportunity to push him away from you but you don't, you’re frozen in shock, unsure of what to do. You let him ease his lips into yours and kiss you softly.

You’ve never been kissed by another man before, never thought yourself to like it as much as you did. Never thought you’d like being kissed by Hobie of all people. You shouldn't be doing this and you realize it the moment Hobie parts his lips and lets his tongue trace the seam of your lips.

It breaks you from the trance he placed you under and you push him back. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You mean to say it in anger but you can't find the conviction in your voice. You’re feeling hot and unable to breathe as you look at him with wild eyes. He looks rather pleased with what he’s discovered.

“If it makes ya feel any betta, sunshine. I like ya too.”

“I’m not gay, Hobie. You know I’m not. I’ve had girlfriends.”

Hobie scoffed. “Havin’ a girl doesn' make ya straight, ya know that. Hell, I’ve had girlfriends, don' make me like men any less.”

“I don't like you, Hobie!” You have to say it clear, say it loud to get it through that thick head of his and to further convince yourself that you don't like him either. “I think you’re loud, obnoxious. I think you're too carefree. I think you need to exercise a little caution from time to time. I find you irritating as hell. I-” You think of all the reasons why you can't stand him. He’s too nonchalant, too gorgeous, too much. “I hate the way you look everyone in the eyes like you’re ready to prove them wrong. I hate how you’re so touchy feely. I can't stand you!”

Hobie glances down and a smile crept into his face. “Ya hard as fuck righ’ now, mate. Thinkin’ a lil’ too much about me, are ya?”

You look down as well and embarrassingly find a firm bulge in your underwear. You’ve never felt so humiliated in your life because you know this all too well. You know that thinking too much about Hobie, no matter how much you tell yourself you can't stand him, it always leads to this, a hard-on more firm than any time you’ve been with a woman.

No, no, you couldn't like Hobie, not like that.

“Ya need help with tha’?” Hobie approached you once again as you turned away from him to hide your raw embarrassment. “N- no, stay away from me.” You know erections like these can last indefinitely and you know Hobie touching you would only make it worse.

Hobie ignored your pleas for him to stay away and let you handle things. His hands stroked your cheek gently and you turned just enough for him to kiss you once again. It was harder this time, more sure of what was once just a hypothetical.

You let out a shaky breath against his soft lips and Hobie took the chance to slide his tongue between your lips. This time, you do nothing to stop him. The rest of your body turned to face him and suddenly your figure is pressed against his, your cock stroking his thigh just enough to cause some friction. It was enough to make you moan against Hobie’s hot mouth, his tongue stroking and licking at yours in between pants.

“Lemme help ya ou’ here.” Hobie murmured against your lips and he parted from you. HIs lips peppered kisses against your neck and down the front of your throat as one hand settled on your hip and the other slipped past the band of your underwear to find the length of your cock.

You let out a shudder as he wrapped his hand around your member and gave it a couple of gentle strokes before pulling it from your underwear. With another kiss just below your earlobe, Hobie lowered himself down on his knees in front of your weeping cock, his hand still tugging and stroking the slick head. “Relax, sunshine, I’ve got’cha.”

You watched him kiss the aching tip and card his tongue against your slit before taking the head into his mouth and suckling softly. It earned him something of a shaking sigh of relief as you let your eyes fall shut and your head fall back against the wall. Your hand came to cradle the back of his head but you didn’t push him to go further. You had a sick feeling that Hobie knew exactly what he was doing.

He hummed softly beneath you and sank further down until his lips met the base of your length and you settled in his throat where he swallowed over and over and over. Your eyes rolled and fluttered as you tossed a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. You looked down at him to find a sultry, hooded gaze looking back at you. You could see the way he smiled with his eyes, he would have teased you if not for your dick stuffed down his throat. In his own way, he was teasing you, with the flat of his tongue and that tight throat of his.

He bobbed his head up and down your length, taking the full of it each time he pushed his head down until his lips kissed your hilt. His large, slender hands were on your hips, pulling you in each time he pushed his head forward.

God, you were losing your mind. His mouth was so hot and his inner cheeks were soft as your tip slid against them along the way down the tightness of his throat. You couldn't help but think about how gorgeous he looked down there on his knees and felt more blood rush to your groin.

You’ve never felt an orgasm come so swiftly. Your breath labored with the pull at your abdomen and your hand on Hobie’s head pushed him further down. “Please, please, please.” You whispered as Hobie licked at a vein along the underside of your cock. “‘m gonna-”

You could hardly get it out of your throat before you came. Your member pulsed in Hobie’s mouth and thick ropes of cum coated the inside of his cheeks and his soft tongue. You groaned softly, your head falling back and lulling to the side. Your knees almost buckled with how good it felt.

You had never cum so fast, so hard, and you found yourself embarrassed over the whole thing. Why had you let him do that to you? Why had you let him prove you so wrong? Why had you let him completely rattle your entire life and force you to reconsider everything you thought about himself?

Hobie stood up and kissed you, his tongue searching for yours. He forced you to taste yourself, a swapping of saliva and cum between your mouths. It was filthy, disgusting, but so hot that you let him shove his tongue into your mouth and do whatever he pleased with you.

“Stop thinkin’ for a minute.” Hobie could hear the gears in your head churning of what you had just let him do to you. You have a slow nod as he nipped at your bottom lip and pulled you closer, pressing the firmness of his cock against yours.

You kissed him sloppily, until drool began to seep from the cracks of where your lips met. His skin was so warm against yours and for a moment you forgot about the fact that Hobie was a guy. You were just two warm bodies locked together in a closet searching for intimacy.

Whatever the two of you did here didn't have to leave this closet. You wouldn't let it, no matter what. The moment you were let out of this closet, you’d go back to how things once were and let everything fall perfectly back into place.

Hobie rocked his body into yours while you reached down between the two of you to pull his length out of his underwear and stroke his cock in your hand. You were timid about it, nervous as you thumbed at his slit and rubbed his precum-coated tip.

He encouraged you to continue, pushing his hips into your hand as he moaned into your mouth. His hand was on the wall above your head, bracing himself as you flicked your wrist and tightened your grip a little as your hand traveled the path up and down the length of his slick cock.

His hips thrusted into your hand as he broke your kiss. Hobie hissed softly, looking down and watching the way he used your hand, the way you were going more and more confident in the way you stroked him and circled your thumb over his tip.

His body shuddered and you found it so much hotter than you should. Hobie used his free hand to grab your face and force you to look at him in the eyes. You shifted your gaze the moment they found his.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, look a’ me, sunshine.” He moved his head to find your gaze again. “Yer doin’ so well.” He let out between panting breaths. He could tell your were flustered, face hot at the sight of him fucking your hand. You almost stopped when Hobie grabbed your chin again and made you fix your gaze on him once more. “Don' look a’ tha’, look a’ me.”

You do as he says and look him in those pretty, deep-set eyes of his. He nipped at his lip piercing looking at you and moaned softly. He was falling apart in your hold, his eyes barely able to remain open, and yet you felt completely out of control.

He grabbed you up again, forced his mouth onto yours while you jerked him faster, harder. It was sloppy and chaotic, just how he liked it. He wanted you to want him the way he wanted you, carnally and you did. You wanted his hands all over your body, you wanted him to say your name when he came, you wanted him to be a girl so maybe this didn't feel so bad to you.

Things would be so much easier if he were just a girl. You wouldn't have to feel shame over this, wouldn't have to hide the fact that you wanted him ferally behind thinly veiled reasons why you disliked him. Those reasons just being all the reasons you really, really wanted him.

Hobie came against your stomach, still kissing you between feverish pants into your mouth. He hummed softly as he broke away from you. “Ma bad, couldn' help i'.” Even now he was so thoroughly okay with everything that transpired here, so okay with himself, with you. All the while you couldn't even bear to look at him as you grabbed one of your many shirts tucked away in the back of the closet to clean yourself up with.

You decided then and there that what happened in here would stay in here. You would say nothing to anyone about it and you certainly wouldn't be doing it again. Things could fall neatly back into place and this could fall into the back of your mind without so much as a hitch.

If only Hobie would make it so easy for you.

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pinksturniolo · 5 months

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Ok, I have this amazing idea for a good smutty smutty fic!

Your bring Matt home for the first time to meet your family (parents and siblings) and you guys get board of just sitting there so you decide to go downstairs into the basement that has a ping pong table and pool table. You decide to play pool and Matt gets turned on by the way you bend over the table and hit the ball (if that make sense lol) and then you guys ykw on the pool table while your family is upstairs.

8 Ball - Matt Sturniolo Blurb

wow that’s a really good prompt lol thank you anon!! hope you enjoy it <3

content warnings: smut, raw sex, sneaking around, etc.

a/n: i don’t know too much about pool so sorry if the explanation of the game is weird 💀

Matt puts a hand on your thigh under the table, giving a reassuring squeeze. Your leg has been bouncing nonstop with nervousness for the past 5 minutes since you guys have arrived. You smile at him, holding his hand and he winks at you, continuing the conversation with your parents while they ask him about work.

You and Matt drove down to Plymouth over the weekend so he could meet your parents and siblings for the first time. You were from Boston like Matt, but your family had a vacation home on the coast, and it was a summer tradition to spend time here, enjoying the beach and sunshine.

You had recently hit the 6 month mark of the relationship, things starting to get more serious between you two. Just last month, you had met his parents which was terrifying but went really well. Which is why you’re not sure how you were so nervous about him meeting yours, but Matt has been nothing but supportive, always finding ways to keep you calm.

The rest of the night goes great, lots of laughter being shared while everyone eats dinner and by the time desert comes out, you’re starting to feel a little bored with socializing and slightly tipsy from the bottle of wine you and Matt split.

Matt takes notice from the way you stopped engaging in the conversations, a small yawn escaping your mouth as you draw mindless circles on his arm. His hand is rested on your thigh again, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your bare skin.

He loved when you wore sundresses, not only because you looked so good in them, but also because it showed off your smooth long legs which he was obsessed with running his hands over, and pressing his lips to the soft plush of your inner thighs. Not to mention the easy access, the way he could just lift the dress up when he was behind you and pull your panties down, slipping his cock inside you with ease.

“Matt.” you whisper in his ear, breaking him out of his thoughts. “You wanna go somewhere? I’m so bored.”

Everyone seems preoccupied in their own conversations, having already asked Matt every possible question they could. He nods and rubs your shoulder, setting his napkin on his plate. “Sure baby.”

You both excuse yourselves from the table and an idea pops into your head as you lead Matt inside the house, to the game room downstairs.

“Remember how you said you wanted to teach me to play pool?” you ask him, a playful smile on your face as you grab his hand, walking down the staircase.

“No way. You guys have a pool table?” he says.

“Yup. And a ping pong table. And shuffleboard.” you reply and he laughs, thrusting his fist in the air cheerfully as you enter the game room, the large felt green table in the center.

He closes the door behind him as you walk up to the table, grabbing the pool stick. The balls are already arranged in the middle as you remove the holder and stand at the side, awkwardly holding it.

Matt tries to hide his laugh as he watches you attempt to figure out the right way to hit the ball, missing each time as the stick slips through your fingers.

“Uh, a little help here please?” You ask, looking at him with frustration when he finally moves towards you, chuckling as he takes the pool stick from you.

“You gotta hold it the right way sweetheart. Here, let me show you.” he says, standing behind you now and placing the stick back in your hand. He places his hand on your back, softly pushing you forward so you bend over the table.

He leans over you and helps you position your hand correctly, the end of the stick slotting between your fingers. Then he angles your elbow on your other arm, speaking into your ear, his warm breath on your neck.

The feeling of your ass pressed against his crotch gets his blood pumping, and it takes everything in him to not grind himself against you to relieve some of the tension in his jeans.

“Okay, now you’re good. Go ahead baby.” he says.

He stand us straight as you hit the balls, the stick gliding easily through your fingers now. You smile widely and turn around to hug him quickly, now eager to start the game.

However, it’s not even halfway through before Matt is losing his self control, watching you bend over each time it’s your turn. Your dress rides up, showing him your ass cheeks and getting a peek of your baby pink underwear. He’s not even trying to win, hitting the ball lazily, keeping his eyes on you and how good you look.

Matt has been nothing but respectful since arriving in your parent’s vacation home but right now all he can think about is bending you over the table, snatching your dress up and having his way with you.

It’s your turn once more when you feel Matt suddenly push up against you, running his large hands down your back and leaning down to press soft kisses on your bare shoulder.

“Matt… what are you doing?” You whine, unable to help the way you sigh as you feel his lips suck lightly on your neck.

He doesn’t answer, instead he trails his mouth down the nape of your neck and the back of your shoulders, leaving goosebumps on your skin. His hands are all over you, gripping your hips as he presses his hardness against your ass, grinding onto you.

“Fuck…” you breathe out, feeling yourself getting increasingly wet from the way he’s touching and kissing you. Matt hums against your skin, lifting up your dress and yanking your underwear down.

“Baby! Don’t you want to finish the game?” you yelp in shock. “Fuck the game.” he responds and runs his fingers through your pussy, spreading your arousal and reaching down to rub your clit.

You moan loudly and he grips your neck with his other hand, leaning his head down to whisper in your ear. “You can’t be loud, sweetheart. Save that for later. Right now, I need you to be a good girl and stay quiet for me. Okay?”

You nod, and he wastes no time unzipping his jeans and pulling his painfully hard dick out of his boxers, rubbing it through your folds a few times before pushing himself inside you.

You grip onto the edge of the table, arching your back and biting into your bottom lip to keep the moans in that threaten to spill from your mouth.

“Shit baby… always so fucking tight for me…” He groans, throwing his head back and gripping your hips tightly, your dress still bunched up around your waist as he thrusts into you at a good pace, his balls clapping against your skin.

Your heart races at the fear that you both could be caught any second, Matt fucking you while you’re bent over the pool table. But it feels way too good to stop and you have every intention of cumming around his cock before you leave this room.

Matt’s panting and groaning as quietly as he can behind you, his hips slamming into yours. You let him take complete control, your ass bouncing against him with each thrust.

Your little whimpers and muffled moans have him throbbing inside you, sweat building on his forehead as he’s already getting close from the quick pace he’s been keeping.

“Fuck Matt, I’m so close. You feel so fucking good.” you breathe out, feeling yourself clench around him, wetness dripping down your thighs.

He suddenly flips you around and picks your hips up so you’re on top of the table now. You gasp and throw your arms around his neck as he thrusts himself back into you at an unforgiving pace.

“I wanna see your pretty face when you cum baby.” he says, one arm around you, holding you close while he reaches down with his other hand, massaging fast circles on your clit.

You moan against his mouth, your fingers in a death grip on his hair as you feel your legs shake around his hips, your orgasm hitting you. He cums shortly after, releasing inside you, his thrusts now stuttered and uneven.

You both struggle to catch your breath, panting against each other as he finally pulls out, kissing you sweetly.

“Why do I get the feeling this was apart of your plan all along huh? You knew what you were doing pushing your ass out like that.” Matt says, a smirk on his face as he tucks himself back into his pants.

You pull your underwear back on, a playful look in your eyes. “I just knew I had to get you in here once I remembered we had a pool table.” You admit and he laughs, grabbing your hand to help you off. “Naughty girl.”

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evanchantingpeters · 4 months

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How I met Evan Peters (Fanfic - Part 4)

Pairings ─ Evan Peters x Y/N (fem reader)

Genre ─ Smut/fluff, Romance

Summary ─ In the whirlwind Hollywood world, Evan and Y/N are flipping the script. With a filming delay for Evan’s Tron scenes, ten days become four tantalising months. Taking the leap, Evan proudly introduces Y/N as his girlfriend at the Emmy Awards. As they dazzle at the afterparty, they’re also plotting an escapade. Away from the flashing cameras of paps and the gossiping spectators, they’re stealing away to a secluded beach by the venue for a night of pleasure and fluids...

Warnings ─ Swearing, public sex, sex on the beach, oral (both receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, bondage, mild BDSM, nipple teasing, spanking, dry humping, vaginal sex, woman on top, doggie, extra smutty (per usual, lol)

Read Part 1 here | Read Part 2 here | Read Part 3 here

Word count ─ 5.5K

18+ This is ADULT content. I’m not your mummy to supervise your net access. If you’re a minor, do NOT read!

You and Adria breeze into her bedroom like the dynamic duo of snack time, armed with a mega-sized bowl of popcorn, a killer cheese platter, and a tray of toasty beverages. Adria’s sporting that cheeky grin, like she’s about to drop the meme of the century, and you can’t help but giggle, knowing the night’s about to get lit.

As you step in, you’re met with a sight straight out of a Pinterest board. There’s this epic mound of duvets and pillows stacked up in the middle of the floor, like a cosy fort waiting to be conquered. And there they are, the squad – Val, Natasha, and Mirka – all huddled together, shuffling the cards like they’re running their own underground casino.

“Alright, girlies…gather up,” Adria hollers, flexing her sparkling engagement ring, and you both flop onto the comfy chaos, laughing. Before long, popcorn is flying like spring rain as you jump into the card game like you were born for this moment. You’re personally slinging drinks, channelling your inner barista at a hipster café, except these are mugs of hot cocoa and herbal tea, not fancy cocktails.

The room is buzzing with energy as the banter bounces back and forth like a ping-pong match, touching on varied topics—from eyebrow tweezers, acne, holiday destinations, and wedding flowers for Adria to immigrant visas, AI, wars, and recycling methods. Mirka’s laugh is loud enough to wake the dead, and Val’s one-liners are so on point they should come with a fire emoji. Natasha, meanwhile, is playing it cool, but you can practically see the competitive flames dancing behind those Insta-filtered eyes every time she slaps down a winning hand.

“Nash, why so quiet?” Mirka teases with a cheeky smile, giving Natasha a playful nudge.

Natasha lowers her head, her fingers bending and flicking nervously over a card. “I know we’re here to celebrate Ad and Tommy tying the knot since it’s only been a week—”

“No need to keep up the act if something’s bugging you, Nash. Speak up,” Adria urges, gently squeezing her friend’s hand.

Natasha lets out a heavy sigh. “About this depersonalisation…derealisation…you name it…thing I mentioned before,” she admits, her voice shaking.

Val stuffs a hefty handful of popcorn into her mouth before chiming in. “What about it?” she inquires nonchalantly.

“About feeling like someone’s cranking up the volume on your own existence,” Natasha mumbles, her gaze flitting anxiously around our circle. “Suddenly, every mundane, everyday sensation feels way too real—the scrape of the toothbrush bristles against your teeth, the movement of your tongue, the flare of your nostrils with each breath…even the blink of your eyes almost echoing in your ears.”

Adria’s eyebrows are drawn together as she rubs her temples and squints her eyes as if trying to wrap her head around the concept. “Your Latina is too stunned to speak with your Yapanese, Nash,” she quips at the confession, though she immediately reconsiders and hastily raises her hand in apology. “Sorry, I don’t know what got into me… Go on—it happened again?” she mutters, a hair tie dangling from her mouth as she wrestles her hair into a messy bun.

“Yea… today morning, actually,” Natasha is quick to respond hoarsely, her voice cracking. “It’s like you’re watching yourself do something, but it doesn’t feel like you, you know? It’s this out-of-body experience, and suddenly, bam! The curtain gets violently ripped back, exposing the raw, unfiltered reality of living, breathing, feeling every damn twist and turn.”

She pauses to draw a sharp breath before carrying on. “And then the ontological Wh- questions start flooding in, like, ‘What am I doing? Who am I, really? Why am I in this room, in this building, in this world, in this endless universe? Where will I go after I die?’ They crash into you like a cosmic truck—the idea of the soul being immortal and stretching on and on and on and on and on into eternity.”

You’re glued in, hanging onto every letter as your friend bares her soul, your gaze stuck to her. Your fingers running through her hair are soothing enough to serve as her lifeline in moments like this. “Sometimes, our minds pull serious pranks on us, Nash,” you begin, your voice laced with sage-like wisdom, “especially when anxiety, an existential crisis, or just some old trauma is thrown in the mix. It’s like a defence mechanism, trying to shield us from emotions that could totally wreck our sanity.”

Natasha blinks rapidly as she shrugs you away, still grappling to make sense of it all. “But why? It hits me outta nowhere…when I least expect it...like, when I’m just chilling…Not even my therapist can solve the riddle.”

You take a moment, as if you’re mulling it over and finding the right words to put it. “Mhm, think of it like a mental reboot,” you explain, your voice like a smooth jazz track as you give her arm comforting rubs. “Your brain’s like ‘Whoa, hold up!’ and creates this buffer zone, making you feel a bit detached and dissociated. It’s like hitting pause to recalibrate and protect itself.”

After a long pause, Natasha sniffles and rubs her eyes, then nods. “Alright, I’ll tuck that away in my brain’s little filing cabinet for now, no biggie. Enough of me cosplaying Courage the Cowardly Dog, freaking out over every little thing. Let’s chat about something else,” she urges, clapping her hands together before taking a giant gulp of hot chocolate and munching on a marshmallow, whipped cream all over her mouth.

Just as the vibe gets brighter, your phone lights up with a WhatsApp notification. You glance down to see a message from Evan, and your heart does a little marathon in your chest—ground breaking reaction, Y/N—as you open it. (Cue the dramatic music!) The text is concise and sweet, but it’s the attachment that sends your head spinning — a VIP invite to the Emmy Awards afterparty, followed by another cute message, reading:

I’d love to have you there with me🥰

Shock paralyses you as a tsunami of questions smashes you. Is he asking you to be his arm candy or is this just a friendly gesture?

Needing a breather to let it all sink in, you pull the classic “gotta use the restroom” move and sneak away to a quiet corner of the house. The phone feels like a brick in your hand as you summon the courage to call Evan, your heart doing backflips just at the thought.

And just like that, he picks up almost instantly. “Hey, Y/N? How’s your sleepover?” His velvety voice—a familiar anchor in the storm of your head—flows through the line with a tinge of concern.

You gulp down a shaky breath, trying to regulate the rapid fluttering you feel in your throat. “Uh, all good... I mean... What’s with the invite?” you blurt out, involuntarily scratching your head and scrunching your nose in confusion. Meanwhile, you pace in the room like a caged tiger.

“I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather have with me and is not a blood relation,” he replies confidently, his determination practically oozing through the phone.

His statement hits you like a stampede of elephants in your stomach, robbing you of words as he barrels ahead with more enthusiasm than a kid at Disneyland. “It’ll be a night to remember, I promise.”

As your nerves begin to ease and excitement creeps in, you can’t help but wonder about your role at the event. “Congrats on your nomination, but, uh, may I ask, what exactly am I doing there?” you spill out, rightfully so, trying to sound casual despite the tornado swirling in your mind. “I mean, we’re not exactly best buds like you’re with Jeff, for example.”

But Evan, ever the smooth talker, doesn’t miss a beat. “You’ll be my plus one, my girlfriend,” he utters, his voice soft but resolute, like he’s making a declaration. Your breath hitches in your throat at the word ‘girlfriend,’ your whole body going numb.

You’re biting your lip so hard you’re practically taste-testing them, fists clenched and excitedly pounding against your thigh like it’s a drum solo. Girlfriend? You? At the Emmys? It’s like a scene ripped straight out of a rom-com, and you’re half-convinced you’ve somehow stumbled into an alternate universe.

“Uh, Evan, you do realise this is gonna stir up a whole pot of drama, right?” you slur, your voice barely louder than a mouse’s squeak as you nervously fidget with the hem of your pyjamas. “I mean, your fans are gonna go full FBI on me, crafting voodoo dolls and whatnot out of envy for not picking them. And then, there’s the paparazzi… those guys will do anything for a saucy headline…”

“I totally get your mini freakout, baby, and we can hash it out tomorrow after your stayover…but seriously, why stress?” He’s quick to fire back and rationalise the situation. Despite your semi-meltdown, his voice is calm and steady like he’s discussing the weather. “Just because a bunch of people recognise me from movies or TV doesn’t mean I’ll be sneaking around in a trench coat and shades, dodging public outings with my lover. I’ll do what makes me happy, protecting my relationship along the way, and if that means bringing my girlfriend to an event, then so be it…” He pauses for a minute before adding, “and I want it to be it.”

His words hang in the air, and for a hot second, all you hear is the relentless thud of your heart. You’re not usually one to lose sleep over what others think about you, even your nearest and dearest friends (since the idea of family has been absent throughout your lifetime), but let’s be real, the Evan situation is completely uncharted waters.

Following another deep breath, you finally muster up a response that you’ve been meaning to let out since you got the texts (but your overanalysing would never). “I want it too, Evan.”

There’s a momentary hush, and you swear you can hear him doing a victory dance or something with the sound of rustling clothes in the background. Then, he lets out his signature throaty chuckle that always gets you on your knees. “Awesome! We’re gonna rock this. I’ll stick by your side, and we’ll handle this together, okay?”

You can’t help but grin at his reassurance, mindlessly twirling a lock of hair between your fingers like a schoolgirl, feeling a surge of excitement. “Yes, together. Honoured,” you reply as your heart keeps doing the happy shuffle.

You gotta pinch yourself just to be sure you’re not stuck in some kind of matrix with Evan these past four months. Turns out, his stay in America got extended from the initial ten days thanks to some miraculous schedule reshuffling, and he’ll be shooting his scenes for Tron in Canada later this year. So, more hangout time with him, more dates…and yeah, more fucking. In his head, and apparently in his parents’ minds too—who you’re meeting soon (send help)—you’re practically official.

And here you are now, cruising in the backseat all dolled up for the Emmys in your sparkling cocktail party dress. Evan’s looking smoking hot in his sharp tux and perfectly slick hair, making you feel like you need a paper bag to catch your breath. He’s holding onto your clammy hands like he’s afraid you’ll vanish into thin air (and frankly, you’re starting to believe it). He’s giving you these adorable little kisses like he knows that your lipstick’s gotta stay put.

And to top it all off, you’ve met his stunning and bubbly sister, Michelle, and her husband. Amidst your anxiety-induced brain freeze, and out of all the phrases you could come up with to greet her for the first time, “lady in red” is all you chant to compliment her elegant red gown. Internally screaming and embarrassed, you wish you could facepalm yourself out of this world. No, but why did she serve so bad?

But guess what? She’s a massive Chris De Burgh fan and his titular song, so it’s safe to say you hit the jackpot with your accidental ice-breaker. She’s practically your biggest cheerleader now, cheering you both on as she chauffeurs you to the venue. So wholesome, you can’t even cope with it!

The long car ride quickly morphs into a full-blown party on wheels, complete with blasting tunes and non-stop laughs. Evan’s hair has gotten hella wild lately, so he’s brought his gel along. You help him tame his mane while the chatter, mostly revolving around you, surprisingly chills you out big time. Evan keeps things snug, giving your hand a comforting squeeze or a peck on the forehead every now and then.

At some point, you throw the ball at their court, and the couple starts dishing out stories about themselves; how they met at some random house party, bonding over their affinity for 90s hip-hop. Before you know it, Michelle is diving into hilarious childhood tales about Evan and their brother, Andrew. Like that time Evan attempted to build a treehouse but ended up face-planting into a mud pit, or when they all suited up as superheroes and terrorised the neighbourhood. And of course, there’s Evan’s legendary Sour Patch Kids and PlayStation commercials, complete with their wild backstories.

It’s an absolute blast, and you’re soaking up every juicy detail. With Evan right by you, throwing in his own anecdotes (like the deer mounting tradition with his friends every Christmas in the suburbs, which throws everyone for a loop because not much happens in Missouri), the whole vibe is elevated. You can’t help but laugh and feel all warm and fuzzy inside, realising you’re not just meeting his family—you’re becoming a part of it.

“Feeling okay, baby girl?” Evan whispers, leaving a tender smooch on your neck, his lips like a feather along your needy skin.

You shiver at the touch, a jolt of electricity surging through you. Nodding, you try to wrangle the rave party inside you, but it’s like herding cats.

He rests his head on the seat, facing you, the plush cushion cradling his head in comfort. “You’re sooo beautiful and hot, Y/N,” he mouths, subtly shaking his head as if he can’t believe his luck. “I wish I could kiss and use my fingers on you the way I want,” he blabs quietly, leaning in closer, his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

“Jail time for both of us if you pull that move here…Security,” you giggle softly, and you feel him join you with his shoulders bouncing with laughter.

“I just want you to know how I feel right now, Y/N” he sighs, looking up at you again, his bottom lip rolling over his top one in his precious puppy-eyed pout.

“Evan crying in horny,” you tease in a sultry murmur, sneaking a glance up front to make sure the couple didn’t catch wind of your banter. With a sly grin, you adjust your strapless gown, adding a touch of allure to your playful attitude.

He shoots back with a playful finger-wag in your face, accompanied by a series of rapid “ts-ts-ts” sounds, as if he’s scolding you with his own audio of strong disapproval. “Evan crying in crazy about you,” he corrects, kissing your hand, his irresistibly handsome dark eyes peering into your soul from below.

Tell me you’re a die-hard, hopeless fangirl without telling me you’re a die-hard, hopeless fangirl. Despite Evan’s nudges, you choose to stealthily station in the corner, letting him slay the red carpet. It’s his night, his moment to shine, and you’re his hype woman.

With each flash of his charming smile—sometimes lowkey and tight-lipped, other times broad and toothy—you’re a flurry of activity, your phone’s storage maxing out with snapshots and videos faster than you can say “Blow Evan”. And when he pulls out that signature eye squint and eyebrow raise at the paparazzi’s obnoxious cues, you’re melting faster than ice cream in July.

His face card never freaking declines.

As you both waltz into the party ball, it’s like you’re attracting the night’s energy, twirling around you like a confetti vortex. Your shimmering dress catches the disco lights, transforming you into a walking glitter bomb. With just the right amount of makeup and your natural long hair cascading freely, you’re primed to own the dance floor.

You spot Niecy Nash, radiant in her black velvet off-the-shoulder gown, exuding vibes like she just won the lottery. Oh wait, she did—Supporting Actress in a Limited Series or TV Movie for Dahmer. She high-fives the four of you and fits you all into a hug tighter than a Victorian corset.

Evan introduces you to everyone from the Dahmer crew and other celebrities with the same wide grin, pride, and thrill of a kid who’s just aced a test. His hand remains glued to you throughout the night, caressing along your upper body and often inching towards your ass, as if he’s marking his territory. Possessive much? Yes, but you’re not complaining; you find it fascinating and such a turn-on, especially knowing how naturally affectionate and kind he is. You feel safe in his presence, your bodies are like magnets—drawn together by some transcendent gravitational pull. His grip is firm, but he looks at you with all the heart-eyed emojis in the world, fully smitten.

Poses? Oh, you all nail them like seasoned supermodels on the runway. It’s the typical hand-on-hip, the coy glance over the shoulder, and the patented “I just won an Emmy, bow down, peasants” pose—check, check, and check. And of course, there’s Evan with his props (pipe, avant-garde sunglasses, and black tie), covered in your lipstick marks as he’s photographed with you. The ladies, led by Jessica—Niecy’s wife—even bust out a new dance move right on the spot, celebrating Niecy’s win.

But it’s not just Niecy and Jessica stealing the spotlight tonight. You find yourself mingling with Pedro Pascal, who’s looking dapper as ever in his suit, and Kieran Culkin, who’s cracking jokes faster than the champagne is flowing. You’re laughing so hard, you almost forget you’re rubbing elbows with Hollywood royalty.

As the hours drift by like sand through an hourglass, Evan��s sister and her husband say their goodbyes, inviting you both over for dinner next week. Spotting the opportunity for a minute alone, you and Evan snag in a corner booth, swaying to the loud music beats with your earplugs, kissing in between giggles, clinking glasses, eyes locked, smiles broad.

Close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your lips, Evan nuzzles his nose against yours, his eyes burning into yours. His brows furrow in a silent plea, his chest swelling with anticipation as his hands delicately cup your face.

Before you can even form a coherent thought, he’s already sealing your lips with his, his tongue slowly sliding into your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless.

“Do you kn—?” you attempt to articulate, but he’s not having any of it; he’s a changed man in need to do unholy things with you. He silences you with another passionate kiss, a soft, desperate moan escaping his lips along the process.

“Evan,” you manage to murmur into his lips as he subtly sucks your bottom lip.

“Yes, baby,” he hushes, his lips curling into a coy smile as his grip tightens around you.

You loop your arms around his neck, tilting your head with a mischievous grin as you stare deep into his eyes. “I wanna UNO card reverse you.”

His eyebrow quirks up in amusement, his grin turning devilish. “UNO, what? Is this sexual? Subs, please,” he taunts, giving your butt cheeks a playful squeeze, totally unbothered by any nosy onlookers. In your defence, you’re not the only guests caught in a steamy make-out sesh at close vicinity, so why not have a little fun?

“My innocent, millennial baby,” you exclaim, squishing his adorable face with a giggle. “I’m saying, now that most of the press’ gone, how about we find a comfy spot by the beach where we can be alone?” you suggest, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper as you trace circles on his chest with your fingertips. “There, I’ll shower you with kisses,” you continue, and your wetness worsens as you imagine him fucking your mouth, “and finally, I’ll suck your dick until you’re gasping for air and bust in my mouth.”

His eyes darken with desire as you unravel your plan, a low groan slipping off his lips. “Sounds like heaven. Say no more.”

The distant thump of music and the soft glow of fairy lights fades as you and Evan bolt away from the bustling venue, his hand clasped firmly in yours as the adrenaline of the escape courses through your veins. With a shared glance and a mischievous grin, you dart through the shadows like a pair of rebels on the run, laughter fizzing up like a effervescent multivitamin.

Finally reaching the secluded shoreline, you both collapse onto the soft and warm sand — a delicious contrast to the cool breeze that envelops you like a fuzzy blanket. With a cheeky smile, you straddle his lap and sense him already rubbing his rock-hard boner against your pulsating cunt.

His hands find your hips, pulling you closer as he gazes up at you with smouldering intensity. With a low squeal, you lock eyes with him, teasingly licking his bottom lip before sensually sliding your tongue over his upper lip, his pupils following your every move.

With a hungry growl, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a feverish, almost primal, urgency. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a seductive, almost angelic, silver sheen on the rippling water and his chiselled abs as you loosen his bow tie and unbutton his shirt.

He squeezes your thighs gently, eliciting a soft whimper from you as he begins to explore beneath the hem of your dress. His eyes are immediately drawn to your cleavage, and you feel his heart rate accelerating. You squirm underneath his touch as he starts to trace figure eights on your puffy clit, making it increasingly difficult to focus on stroking his stiff length.

His thumb brushes against the sensitive skin just above the edge of your panties, sending a tremor across your body. “Gosh, you smell so divine...like strawberries,” he huffs, his voice low and husky as he dips his tongue in your mouth, as if he’s planning to bottle your scent up and promote it as the official elixir of happiness. “As sweet as you fucking taste.”

His fingers slip beneath your panties, stroking your bare flesh with deliberate intent. “You’re already so wet for me. Can’t wait for your little pussy to take my cock?” You nod, and your mewls intensify barely muffled by his blazer as you press against his shoulder.

He grins, knowing very well that you’re struggling with your impending screams of pleasure. “Just thinking about how amazing it’s gonna feel when you fuck me,” you manage to coo, your voice thick with lust, and he lowers your strapless dress in a single move, his hands massaging your tits in no time and with expert skill. Meanwhile, he attacks your neck with open-mouthed kisses, his hot breath igniting a wildfire of sensations in you.

Your tits nestle on his chest — the feeling of his naked skin against your hardened nipples only worsens the pool between your thighs. Gathering your strength to strike back, your hand glides to the buckle of his belt, a wicked glint in your eye as you make your move. “But first, imagine my lips wrapped around your dick…” you breathe suggestively into his ear, trailing kisses down his collarbone.

He bobs his head to the side, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip in a futile attempt to stifle his reactions as you gradually unzip his trousers to liberate the beast hidden behind the layers of fabric.

Just as you fumble around his bulge, your lips never leaving his, a flash of car headlights jolts you. “Evan, someone might catch us,” you gasp, panicking as you shrink into a ball on top of him, frantically adjusting your dress in any which way.

He shoots a quick glance over his shoulder, instinctively pulling you closer to him—his arms a sanctuary of safety. “Chances are slim to none of anyone finding us here, especially at this hour, but…” he trails off, scooping you up his arms in one swift motion. “I don’t want my girl feeling anxious,” he adds as he wades into the cool water, the waves licking gently at his calves. He leads you to a large rock, sheltered from any potential prying eyes.

Gently setting you down in the shallows, you both burst into laughter, splashing around like carefree youth, the water lapping at your skin like an affectionate caress. With each wave that rolls over your feet, the heat between you only escalates.

Pulling his head towards yours for a kiss, you hear him groan, and it instantly sends a shot of arousal through you. Palming and teasing his clothed, overstimulated crotch, you shove your tongue in his mouth, tangling with his and repeatedly sucking on its tip—soon turning the vanilla smooch into a heated, messy kiss that drives you both nuts.

Your mouth dances over the rapid pulse on his neck that’s pumping all the more quicker against your lips. “Someone seemed a tad jealous tonight,” your voice deep with desire yet your gaze holds an lustful mischief he can’t resist. You refrain from dropping any names, curious to see if he’ll take the bait.

“No, I wasn’t, Y/N. I’m not the controlling type of boyfriend who’s gonna stalk your every move like a creepo,” he defends with a furrow forming on his brow before his hands smooth over your ass and deliver a sharp yet affectionate smack. “I know you’re all mine, my girl… my dirty little slut when I want you to be,” the syllables come out strained like he’s on the brink of losing control.

Bingo—he falls right into your playful trap. You fix at him with an intense gaze, a triumphant grin already spreading across your face. “I never said it was you, poor, naïve baby of mine,” you chirp, puckering your lips as you punctuate each word with gentle, harmless slaps and pinches to his cheek.

He shoots you a glare when you burst out laughing, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh, you wanna play dirty, then? I’ll show you dirty, and you’ll be sorry,” he fights back. You feel his fingers sliding along your soaked slit, applying tantalising pressure on your sore clit.

Closing your eyes, you fight the urge to indulge in your orgasm, humming, “I won’t” as you nibble on his lower lip to tone down your little sobs of delight.

“Oh, yeah? You won’t?” he exclaims, and his touch becomes immediately rougher. His fingers plunge, twirl, and scissor in and out of you with increasing fervour. Your moans crescendo to a feverish pitch, drowning out his ragged breaths. You don’t even realise he’s muttering curses under his breath as he fingers you relentlessly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Evan,” you cry out the mantra as the familiar, tingly feeling at the pit of my stomach tips you over the edge of your high.

And just like that, he withdraws his fingers from your throbbing core. His gaze flickers downwards at his hand—now all drenched and glistening with your cum—as he cups your chin, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Take back what you just said,” he demands, his voice tinged with desire.

“I won’t. You robbed me of my orgasm,” your protest, arms crossed over your chest in mock offence.

Tilting his head, he gives you a goofy smile, his eyes focused on your mouth as his fingers trace your pouted lips.

A mischievous smirk curls up the corners of your lips as you take his thumb in your mouth, sucking it seductively. “But I have a big heart, so I forgive you,” you mutter, releasing his thumb with a tantalising pop before kneeling down in front of his bulge. Your lips glisten with the precum from his boxers as you eagerly wet them, ready for what’s to come.

Before he can even register your moves, his head drops, jaw slackening until all twenty-eight of his teeth are on full display in a crooked, pearly smile.

Your tongue glides down the length of his cock, taking him deeper until your lips are hugging snugly around the base. He can’t quite keep up with your fervent pace, his throat constricting as a chorus of desperate groans escape him. “F-fuckkk,” he stutters, his voice rising to a whimper, “Feels so good, baby. So goddamn good.”

His rosy lips can’t stop their blabbering, mind shrinking into a blissful void, where the only thing of significance is your talented mouth working its magic between his legs. As your tongue flicks and swirls, he buckles his legs out, his soft touch on your head tightening, fisting up your strands almost aggressively.

Your nails drag lightly down his thighs, your shoulders rising as you splutter around him, choking on the way he fills you whole while you deep-throat him.

“Got the prettiest eyes. So-so fucking gorgeous,” he rasps, gazing back down at you with a mix of awe and adoration, his pupils blown in a battling mess of love and lust as your eyes find him.

“D-don’t stop, please, please,” he gasps, a sudden thrust of his hips causing your teeth to slightly pierce against his sensitive flesh that keeps forcing itself down your throat.

Yet, his cries are cut short by a final, guttural moan that draws itself out long and conclusive. You watch as his body locks up and his Adam’s apple bounces like crazy, his muscles as solid as the rock he leans against.

His eyes glaze over all blank before they roll back, his long lashes casting a shadow against his flushed face. With your cheeks hollowed, you bob your head slowly, letting him plummet through the tides of euphoria.

The impulse to milk him dry of absolutely everything he has to give consumes you, but you rein it to get your revenge, so you stop. He stares down at you with eyes wide open, his breath uneven. You can’t decipher his expression as you stand back up and land mere inches from his face.

Although you’re at your full height, he still towers over you, and you swallow nervously when he scoffs.

“You think you can slide away with that one so easily, huh?” he mumbles in a low, stern tone, his breaths coming in wheezy puffs. Running a hand from your jaw down to your chest, he gropes your boobs, biting his lip as he does.

You rest over the edge of the rock, your smirk and raised brow are what you hope to be indicators of your ‘playing cool’ demeanour despite your misconduct.

“I might be head over heels for you,” he pauses, letting out a soft groan as his fingertips brush the slimy product of your arousal on the inside of your thigh.

You settle back onto the sandy surface of the water before the rock, murmuring, “Aham?” and biting your lip, your mocking gaze fixed on him.

“But…” he continues, halting only to clear his throat as if to regain his composure. “...it irks me when you blow me so damn well and then deny me the finish.”

“Awh… how dare I, baby Evan, right?” you scowl at him playfully, puckering your lips again in feigned shock. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

You feel his erection against your lower stomach as he stretches out over you to grab his floating bow tie. “I’m gonna edge you until you’re crying and begging me to let you cum. Easy peasy.”

“I’d never beg for you–” You don’t even get to complete your sentence, and his lips collide into yours in a raw, animalistic force that takes you by surprise. You already fold (Question is: when are you not folding for Evan Peters?), even knowing you’re just getting started.

“You were warned,” he retorts, his voice a deep, commanding growl. Each word carries a weighty timbre, as if it’s coming from the depths of his chest. He ties your wrists above your head, securing them to a small stone jutting from the main rock, leaving you completely at his mercy with no wriggle room.

His lips leave a blazing path of kisses over your cleavage down to your stomach, his hot breath tingling your skin. Spreading your legs, he hovers over you with a sly grin.

You feel his quivery breath on your inner thighs as he plants tender pecks and playful nips, teasingly close to your folds. Arching your back, your dripping pussy convulses in anticipation. He giggles at your reaction, his stare fixed on you. Without warning, his tongue starts lapping up your juices, and you squeal in pleasure.

He can’t help but groan at your taste, his cock twitching in his trousers as he shifts up, his mouth latching onto your clit, sucking and nibbling.

“Fuck!” you gasp, your hands threading into his hair. You hold his face between your legs, and you can practically sense his smirk against your flesh as electricity sparks through you.

When he starts whirling your clit with his tongue, his growls vibrating through your core, you lose your shit. You feel like coming right away as he stimulates your most sensitive spot, but he draws back. “Beg,” he commands through gritted teeth.

“Never,” you shoot back out of breath, and that’s when he dives in headfirst. His lips suck on your clit even harder while his tongue ruthlessly slides along your slit, leaving you crying out but not yet caving.

You clench your fists, nails digging into your palms, as you squirm under his touch. But he only tightens his grip on your thigh, devouring you like he’s famished.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he chuckles, momentarily backing away to catch his breath. His tongue then alternates between tracing patterns on your pulsing nub and flicking it with his tip. Your fingers scrape at his scalp as ecstasy builds higher and higher the faster he fucks into you.

He’s so invested in pleasuring you, his tongue twisting and twirling along your gummy, slopping walls. No one has ever volunteered to lick you up, let alone enjoy it themselves and make you see stars so effortlessly. You always had to ask for it like it’s a task, and all your pussy has only known is just some spit, a cursory touch down there just to moisture the area, and all in they went.

Evan’s nose lightly nuzzles against your clit as his tongue does wonders on your sobbing, red cunt, leaving your mind all foggy. You bite down on your hand to contain your moans, but they only get higher, and you accept your fate that you won’t last long.

Not wanting to let up, he merely grunts against you, sending seismic waves through your body that cause your pussy to pulsate around his mouth.

“Evan,” you choke out, tears streaming down your eyes from how amazing he makes you feel. You circle your hips against his face, whining when he pulls his tongue out of you but squealing when he slams two long fingers deep inside, hitting right at your g-spot.

“Say it,” he hisses against your swollen cunt, his eyes on you. Your hips jolt up, the water becoming all foamy as you splash around, thighs shaking as he licks and fingers you through your orgasm.

“Okay… ahh… okay, f-fuck…” you stammer. “Let me cum p-please… I…I… ahh… I need to please.”

And right there, when you feel drained of dignity, he jams his tongue back inside. He performs a swirling dance, coupled with clit-sucking, that makes you lose your mind, your legs growing wobbly.

“That’s my girl…” he coos. “So fucking pretty for me. Such pretty fucking sounds.”

Your earth-shattering orgasm hits you like an earthquake, and you cry out his name loudly. Your vision blurs as you fight for breath. You’re always so gorgeous when you come for him— splayed out on display, legs spread, pussy leaking, tits flowing as your chest heaves, body coated in a shimmering of sweat. The look of sheer pleasure in your darkened eyes is a sight he’ll never tire of.

He slows his tongue, gently blowing warm air on the sides of your vulva, easing you through the aftershocks of your release. It’s exactly what you need right now to calm down, to be honest. He slips his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his lips, a greedy look in your eyes as you watch him suck his fingers clean. He nearly makes a show of it, groaning before letting them pop from his mouth.

“I was so right about the sweet taste,” he praises, “almost wondering what I should do with you next.” He smirks crookedly at the way you instantly pout, letting out a soft whine, “what, baby?”

“Need you,” you sigh, smiling lazily at him.

“Yeah?” his hand comes back between your legs, palming at your throbbing cunt. “Need what? My fingers again?” His index delves back in, but only for one thrust, your pussy fluttering around his finger as it stretches you out, “My mouth? Or something else?”

“Your cock, please!”

He chuckles, reaching up to free you from the confines of his bow tie. You react instantly and lash out at him, plunging deeper into the water, the world above suddenly muted and serene. Underwater, you open your eyes, catching a blurry glimpse of Evan’s sly grin before he propels himself towards you with strong, graceful strokes.

You feel a gush of enthusiasm as he grabs you from the waist, drawing you close. The warmth of his body goes against the cool water, sending a tremor down your spine. With a quick, smooth motion, Evan leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate sub-aquatic kiss.

The sensation is electric. Surrounded by a bubble ring, your bodies entwine as you lose yourselves in each other, the salty water mingling with the sweet heat of the kiss. His hands explore your back, touching the curves of your body in well-executed strokes that make your heart go into override.

You both swim to the surface, gasping for air but not letting go of each other. The crispy evening air clashes sharply with your heated bodies. He breaks the kiss, a teasing spark in his eyes. “So, you accept defeat?” he murmurs huskily, wiping droplets from your plump lips with a mischievous smile.

You giggle, playfully pushing him back with a splash but maintaining the hold you have on him. “Never,” you reply, eyes daring him. He responds with a deep, hearty laugh that rumbles through you before he dives back underwater.

Emerging right in front you with a wide grin, he kisses you harder, hands framing your face, his tongue dancing with yours in a fiery connection. His fingers trace your jawline before tangling in your hair, gently tugging you closer. Your pulse races, and every nerve in your body seems to come alive with his touch.

“Okay, maybe I’ll accept a little defeat on one condition…” you hesitate, smiling bashfully as you run your hands through his hair.

Reciprocating the smile, he sweeps a wet strand of hair away from your face. “What is it? What do you need?" he asks, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Tell me, Y/N...I know you want it. Don’t be shy.”

You give him another playful nudge, rolling your eyes. “My condition’s that you go full force tonight, and fuck me hard.”

His eye pupils dilate with desire, a crooked smirk forming. “Oh, rest assured I plan to,” he affirms, his voice dripping with anticipation. “Consider it a done deal my dear,” he adds, sealing the “agreement” with one last, lingering kiss.

As you both stroll back to the place Evan recently rented near the venue, the salty night swim still clings on your skin. Your laughter mingles with the gentle chirping of crickets in the distance. Semi-damp from the ocean, the night breeze brings goosebumps.

Evan’s hand is warm and reassuring as he guides you inside. The place is spacious and welcoming, dimly lit with soft, ambient lighting that casts a romantic haze over everything. The furniture is arranged for comfort and intimacy—plush cushions adorn a deep sofa, inviting you to sink in. A rich throw blanket adds warmth. Nearby, a rustic coffee table holds curios and books, complementing the room’s cosy feel.

Tasteful artwork and subtle floral arrangements enhance the tranquil atmosphere, making it the perfect backdrop for a night of both erotic intimacy for cuddles or foreplay and the we-fuck-like-rabbits kind of sex.

He locks the door behind you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re still dripping,” he teases, wiggling his brows with a mischievous grin even though he can clearly tell you’re almost dry.

“I think we should get out of these soaked clothes before we catch a cold,” he advises, tossing the keys in a bowl and peeling off his black blazer. “Then, it’s straight upstairs, hopping into the bed together. Instead of a tea and a blanket, how about we turn up the heat by banging till the crack of dawn?”

Your laughter fills the hallway at his suggestion as you unzip your gown, deliberately pausing halfway to glance back at him cheekily, your clutch bag still in your hands. He’s practically drooling like a cartoon dog, eyeing you. “Yeah, no kidding,” you quip, flashing him a wicked grin.

His gaze follows your every move, drinking in the sight of you, a coy smirk playing on his lips as he rolls up his shirt sleeves. You hold his gaze, daring him to look as you indulge in an impromptu striptease, each movement more sensual than the last.

He draws closer, his belt hanging loose, his shirt already halfway undone, showcasing the taut muscles of his chest. “Let me give you a hand,” he mumbles, deftly gliding the zipper down the curve of your ass.

His fingers travel along your lower back and hipbones, guiding you to turn and face him. Pulling you closer, he plants a trail of kisses from your collarbone to the gentle swell of your breasts.

“You’re not playing fair,” you whisper, your voice low and teasing. “But I love it.”

“Fair is boring and overrated,” he retorts with a smirk, and your breath hitches as his robust hands cup your bare tits, his tongue assaulting your mouth in ways that soak your panties. His hands roam over your body, tracing every contour as if memorising your shape and texture.

The air is charged, dense with unspoken desires. “Y/N,” his lips brush against yours, his hot and laboured breath fanning your face. He hoists you up onto a nearby surface, his bulge pressing against your heat. “I want all of you so badly, I’m not gonna get you pregnant,” he vows, and you both giggle.

For context, you’ve mutually been dealing with some serious baby fever lately and already had the talk—hence the inside joke lightening the mood.

His eyes lock onto yours as he helps you out of your gown, letting it pool at your feet before landing on the floor. He swallows hard at the sight of you in just your underwear. Holding his stare, his tongue gets all tangled with yours, his fingers shifting to stroke the hard nub of your clit. Broken sobs escape your mouth as your hips start to move in sync with the onslaught of his hand, turning you into a writhing, mewling mess.

Just as you feel yourself slipping off the furniture, Evan quickly and safely moves you both to a nearby kitchen chair, positioning you on top of him. Taking control, you roughen the kiss, fully removing his shirt and rubbing your wet centre against his overstimulated, erected member.

In this moment, time stands still, and you lose yourself in the intoxicating bliss of each other’s presence. It’s not just physical; it’s a meeting of minds, a fusion of hearts.

He grips your hips, matching your grinding rhythm as you feel him harden and twitch beneath you.

“Fuck you’ve got me all wrapped around your little finger,” he growls, his cock almost weeping against your cunt, begging to be paid attention to.

Suddenly, his phone springs to life on the hallway, buzzing insistently, its screen lighting up like a beacon of disruption in the dim room.

“Leave it,” he groans against your neck, evidently prioritising pleasure over duty. The sound is jarring, opposing the tender whispers and the heated panting that filled the space just moments before.

“Take it, Evan. It might be an emergency,” you prompt, climbing off him while his hands linger on your butt.

With an exasperated huff, he rolls his eyes as you reach for the device. “It’s my mum,” he grumbles. His thumb hovers over the screen for a moment as if debating whether to answer or decline.

“Just take it,” you persist, and he clicks his tongue, picking it up with a heavy sigh.

“Hey, mum?”

With a playful peck, signalling your intention to slip away, you mouth, “Give my regards.”

He smirks slyly and gives your ass a playful smack before you gracefully slither toward the staircase. He watches you ascend with a bitten lip, torn between you and the conversation, only half-listening to his mom. As you reach the midpoint of the stairs, you pause to remove your panties, flicking towards him with a swift flourish.

With reflexes rivalling those of a wild animal, he snatches them mid-air, his gaze never wavering from yours. Bringing the panties to his nose, he inhales your essence encapsulated within the fabric, a fond smile gracing his lips. Pretending as if you’re no longer around, he theatrically sneaks the underwear in his pocket, giving you a playful wink at the end of his act to reveal his true intentions.

“Yes, mum, the ceremony was spectacular,” he reports, his voice strained with distraction. “No, I didn’t win this time around, but it’s all good. No hard feelings. It was nice to hang out with Michelle and others at the party.”

A brief pause ensues before he adds, “Yeah, Y/N is here with me, says hi. Yes, mum...if you need to be sure of, it’s that I’m taking very good care of Y/N… We’re going to Michelle’s next Thursday for dinner…” His eyes stay locked on you as you reach the top of the stairs, his focus still divided.

You disappear into the bedroom, just as inviting, with a large, plush king-sized bed draped in soft linens. You leave the door slightly ajar and sprawl on the centre of the bed. You hear him carrying over the conversation, clearly flustered. “Soon. We’ll come round soon. Gotta go, mum, but we’ll catch up more tomorrow, okay? I’ll phone you. Kisses to dad and Andrew. Love you all.”

He ends the call hastily, tossing the phone aside, and practically flies up the stairs to join you. Eagerness and passion are written all over his face when he bursts into the room. “Couldn’t wait another sec–” he stops mid-sentence when he catches you right in action, dipping two fingers into your slick folds, mouth agape.

With his blazer and shirt back on probably to facetime his mum, he gulps hard and folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the door frame to admire you. You prop yourself on your elbows, knees bent and facing up as you gather your arousal and bring it up to your clit, swirling it in small, intricate circles.

“That should be my dick doing this to you, baby girl,” he protests, his brows knitted together, his tone rigid yet painted with passion. His expression softens to a hushed murmur when he observes you throw your head back, lips slightly parted in a seductive invite, softly whining his name as you continue to touch yourself.

As if in a trance, he kneels at the edge of the bed, chucking his blazer and shirt away. Crawling up towards you, he peppers tender kisses along your throbbing pussy, making you giggle in delight.

“Then, show me what your dick can do to me,” you challenge with a coy smirk, moaning softly as he licks his way up your lips for a harsh, heated kiss.

He groans, his forehead resting against yours, his breath heavy and ragged. “God, Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me,” he rasps, his voice thick with need.

He floats deep between your open legs, and you help him shuck his trousers off without breaking the kiss. His hand wraps around his cock as you hungrily fondle his muscular upper body, his thumb smearing the pre-cum around it as he lets out a soft grunt, “Fuck… you always get me so hard,” he sighs, his tip sliding along your slippery folds, coating it with your juices.

“Evan…please,” you moan, your hips desperately rocking in tune with his rhythm.

“Please what?” He beckons to you with a tilt of his chin and arches a brow in your direction as he slides a condom along his member. He continues his torturous movement, eliciting louder your whimpers from you.

“I want it.”

His devilish grin expands all over his face as he looks down on you. “Use your words, baby girl,” he urges as his tongue grazes his side teeth, his lustful eyes narrowing.

“Please, fuck me!”

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby.” He leans over you again, capturing your thirsty lips in a kiss as he lines up his hips. Satisfied moans slip off you both as his cock sinks into your heat. He fills your warmth completely until his hips are seated against yours, and you can both feel your pussy clenching around him.

“Stay in me for life,” you chuckle breathlessly, and nods eagerly, his hand holding your wrists over your head while pounding in and out with breathy groans.

Your legs eagerly wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper into you, and he makes a home in the edge of your lips, his breath searing on your skin as he starts panting. He sets a steady, agonising pace— just fast enough to have you shivering and mewling in his arms but still slow enough to savour every bit of it; to make sure you’re sensing every inch and drag of his thick dick buried in your cunt, to get it wetter with each thrust of his hips.

As you synchronise your tongue sucking with the way he slams into you, he can’t help but moan loud into your mouth, and your stomach flips. He bucks reflexly, and you begin to move up and down his satiny shaft.

“Let me ride you, baby Evan,” you sigh with begging eyes and taunt him by pulling out momentarily to slick his head with your cum.

He clasps onto your hips again and lifts you up. That’s to slide his cock in and join your lips together once more before you get on top. You gasp, clutching the broad, sturdy expanse of his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him.

You begin to bounce on his cock, throwing your head back as he marvels at your breasts, your nipples hard from excitement and titillation. “Boobs for days, I’m the luckiest guy alive,” he cries out, grinning and biting down his lips as he grabs your tits in each hand, kneading the sensitive mounds.

He then levers his torso up so your breasts can jiggle against his chest, his hands behind supporting you on the small of your back. The squelching noises of you pussy mixed with your mutual moans echo through the room, and every time he drives his cock deeper into it, you feel new sensations, your entire body starting to shake in pure euphoria.

“Holy shit, you ride my cock like my little naughty slut,” he praises as his dick drills into you again and again.

“O-o-nly for you,” you stutter as you plop down on top of him with shallow groans. He smirks knowingly at you, his eyes drowning into yours. Running his fingers across your parted lips, he lets his hand and eyes glide along your upper half. With a hungry growl as if he can’t take it anymore, his hips begin to bounce into the air, making you lightheaded as he snaps into you even harder and faster.

“Don’t cum for your baby Evan just yet,” he pleads as he grabs onto your breasts again, circling his thumb and pointer finger around your erect nipples.

He releases your boobs and moves downwards to grab your thighs, using the leverage to flip you around so you’re on all fours. His hands rest lustfully between your neck and jaw as you look up at him with imploring eyes.

He clutches the back of your head, and your lips collide into a sloppy kiss before he stretches you out again with his impressive length. From that angle, your cunt eats up his cock hungrily as he soon begins to strike your cervix. You feel his cock jump inside you and his body jerks, his balls continuously slapping against your clit.

Your wailing sounds resonate in the room, his grip hardening on your hips and neck, and you know he’ll leave bruises but you couldn’t care less. You’ve never been fucked like this before, and you you’re now addicted. He works hard, drilling into you, until you feel the knot of your release stiffening.

Your legs quiver more as your orgasm rips and shudders through you with newfound potency, heightened by Evan unrelenting thrusts into you at his usual harsh pace.

Tears of overstimulation prickle your eyes until his hips finally still, and he spills his warm, fresh load onto you you with a primal growl. Collapsing lightly onto your back, he affectionately hugs you from behind, peppering soft kisses at the back of your neck with heaving gasps.

Your legs continue to shake as you tightly grip his forearm, your cunt spasming around his cock from the aftershocks of your multiple orgasms.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

“Perfect.” you exhale, smiling faintly, stealing another soft kiss.

The rest of the world fades away, leaving nothing but the two of you, lost in the outcome of pure passion.

You jump from the bathroom and flick off the light switch, the sound of the flushing toilet subsiding in the background. You stride across the dark room, vigorously shaking your hands dry. The moon’s silvery radiance seeps through the window and bathes your naked body, casting attractive shadows on your slender figure.

You stop by the bedside table and take a few sips of water. Lying in bed, a sheet draped around his lower body and exposing his sculpted chest, Evan spies your every move. In one fluid motion, he sits up with a coy grin on his lips, his gaze always following you.

“You scrubbed every last bit of me in the bathroom, huh?” he mocks with a thumbs up, his lips curling into a crooked smile.

You glance back at him with a smirk, your hair flipping in the air with grace. “Didn’t you take off the condom and splatter all over my thighs? Well, I had to clean your babies off me and pee to avoid a UTI. It’s post-sex 101, didn’t you learn that in school, Mr. Know-It-All?” you fire back with a raised eyebrow.

He chuckles, unable to resist his eyes wandering over you, appreciating your beauty. “I barely remember my name when I’m with you.”

You tiptoe your way to him, playfully sweeping the blankets and cushions that now clutter the floor. As you climb up the bed, a mischievous grin adorns your face. With your eyes locked on him, you begin to crawl like a lioness, closing the distance between you with allure.

His breath hitches as he watches you slither closer to him. Smiling mischievously, his eyes light up with a mixture of anticipation and passion.

He pretends to ponder over something, scratching his newly shaven chin, his eyes squinting in a mock display of deep thought. “Hmm, that’s a tough one. Give me a hint...like the initial?”

Your eyes widen in theatrical surprise, your mouth resting slightly ajar as you feign mock-offence. You nudge his shoulder away, gently sending him tumbling him back in bed.

You lie next to him, your eyes fixed on each other. You slide your hand down and playfully squeeze his knuckles together until he winces in slight discomfort. “Does it ring any bells now?” you insist and exert a bit more pressure.

Evan, caught off guard, finally gives in. “Y/N! Y/N! Your name’s Y/N!” he cries out and instinctively grips your wrist in defence, your bracelet subtly clinking.

He takes hold of your other wrist and playfully immobilises you on one of the pillows, sliding on top of you with ease.

You squeak in delight, a giggle rippling off your mouth. “You’re not just awesome, you’re practically a one-woman army,” he chuckles out with a wide grin, unable to look away from you.

As you stare at each other intently, the erratic tempo of your heartbeats fills the silence. “I love you,” he murmurs out of the blue, his eyes swimming into yours.

Wheezing quietly, your eyes instinctively widen in shock at the three words that hang in the air between them. For a moment, the entire universe seems to stand still, suspended in the gravity of his confession. You feel a rush of emotions flood through you—joy, disbelief, and a profound sense of warmth that flushes your cheek.

“I... I love you too,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. A tremulous smile spreads across your lips, tears glistening in your eyes as he closes the distance between you in a heartbeat.

Without reluctance, you surrender, pouring all the love and tenderness you feel into the kiss.

“Y/N... Tron shoot’s kicking off again soon. Would you come to Canada with me?”

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handmade-witch · 7 months

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Is it over now...? Part 1

Pairing: Toxic!Mattheo x fem!Reader

Hogwarts University!AU

Warnings: cheating/toxic relationships, gaslighting kinda?, suggestive content, cursing, substance use (alcohol and marijuana) [if I missed any please lmk]

[[AN: hello dear readers! This is going to be my first attempt at doing a multi-part series. Feedback is so very appreciated!! I would love to hear what people think! 💜]]

🎶 Once the flight had flown

With the wilt of the rose 🎶

Your head pounded. From the alcohol or the loud music, you weren't sure, but it felt as if both were coursing in your veins. House parties were, like every other event at the school, viewed as a competition. Each weekend, one house tried to outdo the previous. For most students, it was less about the competition, but more an excuse to get wasted with your friends. Which is how you found yourself in the Gryffindor club house that night: drunk, sweaty, and packed claustrophobically close with other bodies on a makeshift dancing floor.

Social inhibitions long gone, you stood in a circle with several of your female friends, seductively moving your body to the beat of the music. You playfully wrapped your arm around your best friend Pansy as the two of you shouted the lyrics to the song booming through the speakers. You go to take another sip from your plastic cup, only to find it empty. So you detach yourself from the group, pushing through moving bodies in search of more.

Finding a table littered with half-empty liquor bottles, you pour yourself a drink. Taking a sip, a thought enters your head: 'Where's Mattheo?' You had last seen your boyfriend before Pansy had dragged you to dance, but you had no idea how long ago that had been. Instead of returning to the dancefloor, you set off to look for him, weaving through crowds of drunk bodies as you went.

You spotted Theodore and Lorenzo and were easily distracted from your original mission. Lorenzo waved you over to the folding table where cups were arranged in a game of beer pong. "Come play with us [Y/N]!" He grins at you.

You size up your competition. From the obnoxious red and yellow colored varsity jacket one wore, you made the astute observation that the other boys were Gryffindors. Theo pressed the ping pong ball into your hand. "C'mon [Y/L/N], show us what you got."

You focused on the red plastic cups in front of you, trying to make your vision stop spinning. You aim, releasing the ball from your grip. It bounces against the rim of a cup and off the table. You burst into a fit of giggles. Theo's hand claps your shoulder. "Nice try." He says with a small snort.

The memory of your original task floated back into your hazy consciousness. "Have you guys seen Matt?"

Theodore shrugs in response, and Lorenzo shakes his head.

"See you guys later."

Thoroughly searching the bottom floor of the house, you climb the stairs to the upper level. Maybe he had found some people to smoke with up there; you thought, away from the loud music and crowds. The upper floor looked very similar to the downstairs, except instead of loud music and dancing, these people lounged on couches. A layer of smoke hung in the air, making the room seem hazy. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for the familiar mop of dark brown curls.

It was the sight in front of you- not the amount of alcohol you had consumed- that made you sick to your stomach. Mattheo stood leaning over a girl you didn't recognize. He had one hand braced on the wall above her head, and the other rested on her exposed outer thigh. His lips were connected with hers.

You felt your blood boil as you stalked across the room. Placing your hand on his shoulder, you yanked him backward with all your strength, causing him to stumble. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You demand.

Mattheo eyes widen when they register you standing in front of him. "[Y/N]? Shit.." His eyes darted back and forth between you and the girl still standing against the wall. She crossed her arms, a look of confusion and annoyance apparent in her features.

You turn on her, eyes narrowing as you cross your own arms. "Get lost," you growl. She rolls her eyes at you but walks off, leaving you with Mattheo. Not caring that the two of you were not the only people in the room, you shouted at him. "What the fuck, Mattheo?"

Mattheo frowns, his eyebrows drawing together. "Baby, it's not what it looks like." He says.

"Oh, so you weren't just sucking face with some other girl?" Your fists clenched at your sides as you resisted the urge to punch him.

He reaches for you. "[Y/N] you're drunk." He says it simply as if that explained your anger. "Let me take you home, and we can talk about this tomorrow." He tries to grab your hand, but you yank it from his grasp.

"I'm not going anywhere with you asshole." You slur, turning on your feet to head towards the stairs.

"[Y/N] wait.." He follows after you.

You're down the stairs, pushing through bodies with Mattheo trailing behind you. Outside on the front porch of the house, the night air cools the angry fire that's heating you from the inside out.

Fingers enclose around your wrist, pulling you back. "I said wait [Y/N]." He pulls you towards him, until you're so closed that you have no choice but to look at him. His voice turns quickly from gruff to soothing. "This isn't what it looks like. Just please, let me explain."

You struggle in his grip, unable to break his hold in your current state. "Leave me alone, Matt. Let me go." You try to pry his fingers off of your wrist.

"Let her go, Matt." The voice comes from back towards the house, and you see Theo appear over Matt's shoulder. His hand claps Mattheo's shoulder, but it's harsher now than when he had done it to you earlier at the beer pong table.

"She's drunk. I need to take her home." Mattheo growls, throwing a look over his shoulder at Theo. Theo didn't flinch, digging his fingers into Matt's shoulder.

"Let go of her." Theo's demeanor was strangely calm, but the way he punctuated each word revealed how serious he was.

You vaguely registered Mattheo releasing your wrist from his grasp. You shoot Theo a look that you hope expresses gratitude before turning and stumbling down the steps of the house. The two boys watch from the porch as you walk off into the night. Mattheo shrugs off Theo's hand and pulls a cigarette from his pocket. Theo watches him with a steely glare as he lights it and brings it to his lips.

It only takes a few minutes for you to walk back to your dorm. You have no idea what time it was, but you knew it was late as you entered your room and collapsed onto your bed. Only then did your emotions seem to hit you like a ton of bricks, and tears started flowing down your cheeks. 'How dare he?' You thought bitterly. You rubbed your eye, trying to wipe away the tears but likely only succeeding in smudging your makeup. Your head felt heavy and pressed deeper into your pillow. You tried to take a deep breath, but Mattheo's smell surrounded you. It was woven into the fabric of your sheets from the nights he spent next to you. Usually, it was a comfort, but now it made bile rise in your throat. You felt small and alone as you curled into the covers, and your drunken haze lulled you to sleep.

🎶 I slept all alone

You still wouldn't go 🎶

The sunlight streams through your window, signaling it was time to get up, but the raging headache you had desperately tried to coax you back to sleep. You blindly searched the nightstand for your phone. 3 Missed Calls from Mattheo, your screen read. You rolled your eyes and opened a text from Pansy:

💬: 'Qhere did u gp?'

💬: 'Dud u leabe?'

💬: 'Hwllo?'

💬: 'R u ok?'

💬: 'Theo said u ent hme. Wake mr ip 4 breskfasy.'

With an immense amount of effort, you dragged yourself out of bed and into the bathroom. The figure looking back at you from the mirror resembled a depressed raccoon. Make-up smeared around your eye and mascara running down your cheeks. You washed your face and brushed your teeth, trying to ignore the pit in your stomach about the night before. You knew you would have to confront Mattheo about it at some point. But right now, you just wanted to survive your wicked hangover.

When you open your door to head to Pansy's room, you almost trip over the sleeping figure lying in the hallway.

"Mattheo, what the fuck are you doing out here?" You ask incredulously. You placed your hands on your hips and stared down at him.

At the sound of your voice, Mattheo awoke with a start. "[Y/N]?" he mumbled, voice clouded by sleep and his own hangover.

"I'm not doing this right now." You grumbled, holding your hands in front of yourself defensively.

Reaching for your hand, Mattheo sat up. You jerked your arm away, crossing them over your chest. "Please, sweetheart, just.. just hear me out." He looked up at you with those brown eyes that made your stomach do backflips. You averted your gaze, knowing that looking into his eyes made you weak-- vulnerable-- to his every whim. "We were all drunk, okay? And she... she came out of nowhere and kissed me."

"That's not what it looked like from where I was standing." You furrowed your eyebrow, glaring at him. The memory of last night was fuzzy and muddled, but the picture of Mattheo kissing someone else was burned into your mind.

He got to his feet, trying to reach for you and take you in his arms. "You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you baby." The way his eyes softened and the pleading tone of his voice made your heart ache and your knees feel weak. "You're the only girl for me."

And when Mattheo wrapped his arms around you, you thought that if he hadn't, you might have collapsed. He bent his head, using his finger to tilt your chin up towards him. His lips were only inches from your own. "It was a mistake," he whispered, "please forgive me." And with a passionate kiss, he sealed your forgiveness of him.

Mattheo pulled you flush against him. His hands trailed down your back, sending shivers down your spine as his mouth moves against yours. You gasp as he grips the back of your thighs, lifting you up. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist, and his tongue delves into your mouth. The anger that you felt in your gut morphed into hot, burning desire as he kissed you. He steps further into your dorm room. When his knees hit the edge of your bed, he drops you onto the mattress. Its just second before he's on you again, lips moving from yours across your jaw and down your throat.

His hands are all over your body, lighting your skin ablaze with their touch. The trail down your sides, coming to rest at your hips, where his fingers danced against the waistband of your pants. He was captivating, addictive, and now you were beneath him like a junkie searching for his next high. He sucks and bites at the sweet spot on your throat, causing you to let out a moan. His breath is hot against your skin as he whispers,

"Let me show you how much you mean to me."

Read Part 2 here

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nicksnosering · 8 months

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I Hate Myself For Loving You Pt.2

finally wrote pt. 2 to my toxic! chris fic! tbh, i kind of hate it, but hopefully it satisfies everyone who asked for this.

TW: alcohol, slight voyeurism (?)

PT 1

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My hips swayed to the pulsing beat of the music, indulging in the feeling of eyes roaming over my body. The tight fabric of my dress shifted up as I swayed my hips, and I could feel it riding up. Normally, I’d be quick to pull it back down; tonight was different, though. I’d had one too many shots and I could spot Chris in the corner of the room, a blonde seated on his lap, jaw clenched as his eyes never left mine.

He hated when I would show off like this, regardless of how much he tried to tell me he couldn’t care less about me. So I used it to my advantage.

I curved every guy that came up and tried to talk to me, though, as I only had one goal of being here tonight.

To make him jealous.

And what better way to do that than with his own blood?

Matt was currently running the beer pong table, and my eyes drifted over to catch a smirk on his face as he sank the last cup and subsequently won. Beer sloshed over the edge of his cup when he brought it to his lips, and the chance I’d been waiting for finally presented itself.

I grabbed myself a cup of random liquor off the bar of the kitchen and waltzed over to his side. “Hey, need a partner?” I asked, batting my eyelashes.

He smiled down at me. “Yeah, Nate was just about to go get a new drink anyway. Nate, you care if she takes your spot for a few?” he asks, and the boy I’m assuming was Nate shook his head, wandering off in search of any type of alcohol he could get his hands on.

The grin on my face multiplied as I helped him rerack the cups, and I fished the balls out of the one closest to me. “You wanna shoot first?” I ask, and he takes one of the ping pong balls, rolling it between his fingertips.

“Sure,” he responds, locking eye contact onto the pyramid across from us and sending the ball sailing into the middle cup. I cheer and step up to the table, but I can feel myself swaying and my vision going slightly blurry the harder I tried to focus. I lined up my shot, tossing the ball carelessly, and missed by a few inches.

Matt laughed, the sound reverberating through my body as he sidled up to me, and I gave him a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I swear I’m usually better.”

“No worries, I don’t mind carrying.” He winks and we watch as the guys across the table from us miss both their shots. Matt makes his effortlessly, and when it’s my turn, I turn to him.

“Would you mind helping?” I ask.

He shakes his head, stepping up behind me and wrapping one arm around my waist as the other comes to my forearm. I can feel his body heat pressed up against my back and I scoot back a little more, my ass pressing against the front of his jeans. I hear his breath hitch slightly as he speaks. “Okay, just pull back, and…”

We send the ball flying through the air, and it circles around the rim of one cup before bouncing into another. “Hell yeah!” he cheers, and I squeal and pull him in for a hug.

Once the other guys remove two cups and we get the balls back, I sink my next shot while Matt misses. “Aw, don’t worry, babe. I don’t mind carrying,” I tease, and a wicked grin curves his lips as he shakes his head.

The game ends with us having 2 cups left and I squeal and pull him in for a hug when he sinks the last shot. The alcohol is hitting me hard now, and the smell of his cologne mixed with the buzz I’m feeling causes my knees to buckle slightly.

His hand presses harder against the small of my back. “Whoa, you good?” he chuckles, looking down at me. A heat rises to my cheeks, and I giggle.

“Must be falling for you,” I tease, and I watch him laugh, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His pointed canines shine under the strip LED lighting, and I find myself wishing they were currently on my neck instead.

Looking over his shoulder, I see Chris, and his nostrils are flaring, jaw set as he watches my arm wrap around Matt’s bicep. He looks like the physical embodiment of jealousy.

Perfect.

Sending a smirk Chris’ way, my hand comes down to find Matt’s. My lips brush his ear as I lean in to whisper, “Wanna go upstairs?”

Matt’s eyes darken slightly when I pull back, and I see him blatantly rake his eyes up and down my body. “Lead the way.”

We weave through the crowd on the dance floor, and I brush right past Chris, gaze locking with him as if daring him to stop me. I know he won’t, though. Matt doesn’t even know who I am. Chris was always careful about introducing me to people, claiming he wanted to keep us as on the down low as possible.

Unfortunately for him, finding out which party he was going to tonight wasn’t exactly rocket science.

He should really be more careful about tagging his locations in his private Instagram story.

The music slowly starts to fade out as we climb the stairs, and I push through the first door I find into a random bedroom, kicking off my heels. Matt’s arms come to wrap around my waist, and I giggle as he pulls me closer.

My pulse is thrumming as our eyes meet, and the pull between us is practically magnetic as we lean in. His lips meet mine, and it’s nothing like I expect.

With Chris, kissing is always a means to an end. He rushes through it and moves on, usually favoring his lips on my neck instead as he unbuttons my pants.

Matt’s gentle. Sweet, even. His lips taste of cheap whiskey and fresh ginger, hypnotizing me as his tongue slides in along mine. One of his hands stays on my waist while the other comes up to cup my cheek, and I melt into it, threading my fingers through his belt loops and pulling his body flush with mine.

I push him backwards onto the bed, gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He gives me that grin again, and leans back on his hands, looking up at me through hooded lids. The sight is enough to drive me crazy, and I waste no time in straddling his waist.

His hands are back on me, running up my waist until he reaches the straps of my dress. The silk slides off my shoulders easily, exposing my breasts to him, and his lips are on my nipple in an instant.

My back arches into the feeling of his tongue circling the tender area, and I let out a low moan, gripping his bicep. He chuckles slightly, the sound reverberating throughout my entire body. The sensation sends shivers down my spine and a shot of electricity straight between my legs.

Denim scratches the inside of my thighs as we grind together helplessly, and the frustration inside me builds until I throw myself off him and practically rip his jeans off his body. “Fuck, you’re so needy,” he chuckles, and I roll my eyes as I strip myself out of my dress before pulling him back down on me. “Jesus, no underwear? You knew what you were coming here for,” he notes, and I smirk. He has no idea how right he is.

The bedsheets are cool underneath my back when I lay down, letting my legs fall open and exposing myself fully to him. His eyes are locked onto my glistening pussy, and he runs a finger up and down the folds, as if testing how wet I already am for him. He seems satisfied, and comes to stand between my legs.

Instead of lining himself up, though, he falls to his knees.

Before I can register what’s happening, his tongue is circling my clit, and my hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as he works me over. I can feel his smile as he gently bites at my center, and my eyes roll back so far in my head, I worry they might be permanently stuck.

Chris hardly ever worried about my own satisfaction before his, and I could count on one hand how many times he’s eaten me out. Hell, he usually skips foreplay altogether, knowing how wet his presence alone gets me.

The feeling of Matt’s mouth on me is equivalent to the feeling of a sip of ice cold water after a 10 mile hike. The pleasure washes over me, and I almost feel as though I’ve been born again, having forgotten how amazing it feels to be the priority instead of the easiest option.

My legs wrap around his shoulders, greedily chasing my orgasm as I grind against his face. He grips my hips, guiding me as his tongue fucks into me, and I’m just about to plummet over the edge when the door flies open.

Chris is frozen to the spot upon the sight before him.

He looks furious, hair parted in a strange way due to him raking his fingers through it so many times, and his fists are clenched so hard at his sides, I wouldn’t be surprised if his nails have begun to cut into his palms. All he can seem to do is watch, and it’s all too much for me.

Matt doesn’t seem to have even noticed we’ve been interrupted, and I’m not about to stop him. I’ve gotten so used to giving, it’s finally my turn to take.

So I take, and I take, and when my eyes lock with Chris’ again, I cum.

My hips flex off the bed, and Matt is quick to pin them back down, tongue sliding against me with ease as he works my orgasm out of me, refusing to stop until I’m thoroughly sated. My moans are loud and high-pitched, bordering on screams, and I can’t keep my eyes open anymore as the pleasure overtakes me.

Once it’s become too much, I tap Matt on the shoulder, and he breaks away. His chin is dripping with proof of my satisfaction, and when my eyes open again, Chris is still unmoving.

Matt smiles up at me, but it drops when he notices my eyes elsewhere. Following my gaze, he turns to see his brother standing in the doorway, blinking robotically.

“Chris, what the fuck? Get out!” he yells, and Chris shakes his head, willing himself back to reality. Without a word, he turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him. “Jesus, sorry, that was my brother. Mood’s probably ruined now, huh?” Matt laughs, and I huff out a laugh as I sit back up, finding my dress on the floor next to him.

“Not at all, but my friends are probably wondering where I am,” I respond, pulling the dress back over my head. I take Matt’s phone from the back pocket of his discarded jeans, and turn it towards him to unlock it. Once my contact has been entered, I hand it back to him. “Call me sometime.”

He stands up and pulls his clothes back on, looking down at the phone and back to me. He flashes me another smile before speaking. “I will, and”—his face falls—“sorry about... all that,” he says, gesturing toward the door.

I lean in and peck his cheek. “Trust me. Everything was perfect.”

With that, I turn and walk out of the door, head held high and Matt’s drool still dripping down my thighs.

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PT 3

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo #toxic! chris #using matt for jealousy

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Get your hands off | Leighton Murray

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Request: I would like to request a leighton x reader story. I maybe want the vibe with you touch her i will end you vibe? Maybe at a party and some drunk party people? Ir not that is totally okay:)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption.

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1k

The Theta end of the year party was buzzing around you. Dancing, drinking, Santa suits, talking, music, it was the party of the year. You were focused on getting the next ping-pong ball into Kimberly and Lila's cups on the other side of the table. So far, you and Leighton were behind by two cups behind. You didn't mind though, you were having fun, and Bela, Whitney and Jocelyn, getting louder and louder while cheering you on made winning or losing less important. Your ball bounces right into a cup and Lila takes the drink. Leighton puts her hands on both of your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss.

Inevitably you lose the game, but you couldn't care less as Leightong wraps her arms around you, while you watch as people play a game of beer pong. When your cup is empty, you offer to get drinks for everyone in the group. You head to the bar and order the drinks. While you wait, you feel someone nearing you, just someone that wanted to order a drink too you thought. That is until the person presses up against your back, and puts their arm around. You hadn't seen their face yet but you knew for sure that it wasn't Leighton.

You turn around and out of their hold. It's one of the Theta guys, you don't remember his name, but you remember seeing him with Nico once or twice. You can clearly see that he has had too much to drink, so you calmly tell him to leave you alone. He didn't seem to care for what you said as he reached his hand forwards and took a hold of your wrist. He started talking, not actually making much sense since his words were so slurred, but you did not feel safe. You tried to pull out of his grip, but he wasn't letting go.

Whitney looked in your direction to see if you needed a hand with the drinks, but when she saw the guy holding onto your arm, accompanied by your panicked face, she hurried to your aid without saying a word to the other girls. They look after her confused until they see what Whitney is looking at, they quickly follow behind.

Whitney was telling the guy off but he still wasn't listening. Then Leighton steps in, she stands in between you and the guy, she puts her hand around the arm that he's holding you with, and speaks her words in a loud and angry voice. "If you want to keep your arm, I suggest that you get your hands off." She says while squeezing his arm more. Leighton's raised voice got Nico's attention. He takes a quick look at what's happening and rushes over. He steps behind the guy and pulls him away, "What the hell, Ben?" He questions as he pushes him away from you. "Clay, take him outside and make sure that he leaves." He calls over to a nearby friend.

He turns around and sees Leighton hugging you tight. He steps to your side, "Y/n, I am so sorry. This was not okay. Why don't you and Leighton go to my room for a bit while I make sure he's gone?" You nod and Leighton guides you upstairs. She leads you to the foot of Nico’s bed and sits down with you. She lets you cry into her chest while she rubs her hand soothingly over your back. Once the tears subside and you wipe them off your face, Leighton asks if you’re okay. “Yeah, I am. I was just so scared because he wouldn’t listen or let go.” You could see on her face that she was doing everything in her power to hold back her anger. “Just say it, I know it will make you feel better.” You smile slightly, your girlfriend was very protective, which you loved, of course. She takes a deep breath, “Okay, yeah, I know you don’t want me too, but I would murder him if you asked me to. No questions asked.” You lean into her again, “I know you would, and you’re right, please don’t. I’d rather have you by my side than having to visit you in jail.” Leighton gets a sly smile on her face, “But you would visit me?” You roll your eyes, “Of course I would visit you. You’re stuck with me.” Leighton always knew how to distract you in order to calm you down.

With a soft knock on the door, Nico enters his bedroom. He hands you both a bottle of water, “How are you doing?” You tell him you’re okay and take a sip. “I am so sorry that this happened. Man, if I would’ve seen him outside still I would’ve killed him.” So, apparently that anger runs in the family. Leighton responds, “I already offered and it was declined.” You all laugh. “Thank you, though, Nico.” He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Of course, you’re family.” You stand up and hug him, as you try not to cry. “Oh, and just so you know, we are kicking Ben out of Theta, and we’re banning him from all Theta activities.” You nod and thank him again.

“Alright, it’s getting late. Let me walk you both back to your dorms.” Leighton tells him that he doesn’t have to, but Nico insists. When you walk downstairs you see that the girls are waiting for you at the bottom. You smile at them appreciatively and head to the dorms together. You felt safe surrounded by all these people that you trust, and were glad that you had a group of people that had your back.

Leighton walks next to you and interlaces your hands. “Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want you to be alone.” You squeeze her hand, “I don’t want to be alone tonight either, so yes please.”

You thanked everyone before going to Leighton’s room, the emotions of tonight had drained all your energy. Leighton handed you some of her clothes to wear to bed and joined you. You fell asleep with your head on her chest and her arms protectively around you.

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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Hey, love. I’m gonna need a part too for that jock Jaehyun fic. I’m begging you (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

BS CAPTAIN JEONG.J

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, hair pulling, kissing, flirting, jealous, possessiveness, both protected and unprotected sex, spanking, hickeys, choking, and begging.

A/N: merry christmas my beloveds. i love you dearly and wish you all a happy new years and merry christmas!

“ah, there’s my little reign deer.” johnny bites his bottom lip while grabbing your ass from under your tiny skirt. “ah, ah. hands to yourself or you won’t get to open your present later.”

jaehyun scoffs from the corner when seeing the two of you flirt. his best friend with the one person who he’d lost a few weeks ago, you.

“i’ll get it either way.” johnny snuggles his face into the crook of your neck making you giggle. “you know me too well, huh?” johnny nips your neck causing your legs to kick up and with johnnys fast reflexes, he catches you.

your legs curl back down and johnny whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle again. you look around and nod while johnny guides you upstairs.

“unbelievable.” jaehyun sucks his teeth. “what’s unbelievable?” rosé, his date asks with a drink in her hand. “nothing.” jaehyun remembers her existence and chugs what’s left in his cup.

“want me to refi—?” jaehyun walks away from his date leaving her mid-sentence. he goes to the table and reads each label.

cranberry juice.

punch.

egg nog.

budlight.

jaehyun puts his cup under the spout and presses the tap above it. it fills up until his liking and jaehyun turns around. his date was standing there, pulling her dress down after it rose a bunch of times. he takes a quick chug and shakes his head, walking the opposite direction from her.

“—hey! you can’t blow it, cheater!” marks voice squeaks. “can too! it’s not a rule!” mark shakes his head and rolls his shoulders back, getting ready to toss the other ball.

haechan bends his knees and sticks his arms out. “show me what’cha got, mark!” he sticks his tongue out and watches as mark tosses the ball only for it to miss. “shit!” mark winces and throws his arms around his head.

“my turn.” haechan collects the balls and shoots one before crying out. “pay up, fucker!” haechan jabs at the air with a lip bite. “nuh-uh! i still have redemption!” mark points out and haechan sighs. “fine, fine. i guess you’re right.” haechan hands the two balls to mark who catches them.

mark does a quick stretch before tossing one ball. “okay, that’s one.” mark points and haechan glares. “i can see, idiot.” mark tosses the second one and cries out when it bounces off the rim. “sixty bucks, fucker.” haechan says with grabby fingers. “i’ll have to pull it out tomorrow. i literally bought beer with my money.” haechan tuts at the excuse.

“nice job, mark.” jaehyun gives the younger man a pat on the back before turning to find another section to be at.

he pauses when seeing you and johnny coming downstairs with wide and snarky grins.

jaehyun sighs and turns back to the two boys at the table. “yo, jaehyun. wanna play with us?” jaehyun thinks about it and sighs. “sure, who am i going against?” haechan laughs and throws an arm around jaehyun. “me and mark. we’re gonna be partners so i go find yourself one real quick.”

jaehyun looks around to see you and johnny walking over. “fuck.” jaehyun mumbles and tears his eyes from the two of you. “uh.. shit.” jaehyun huffs out.

“sup, guys.” johnny nods his head at three guys. “yo, johnny. want to be jaehyuns partner for a quick game of beer pong?” johnny holds up with casted hand. “i already signed it— you in?” haechan gets an eye roll from johnny and a giggle from you.

“this is my good arm, dumbass. i need it to play beer pong but after what happened last week it won’t be in shape anytime soon.” you tear your gaze away from jaehyun and you look up at johnny.

“i’ll play.” eight eyes land on you. “i can be jaehyuns partner, it’s fine. i’m actually a pro player.” you wink and slip out of johnnys hold. “cmon, jaehyun. we can’t lose.”

jaehyun clears his throat and stands next to you. “alright, let’s do this. losers have to jump in the freezing cold lake outside?” haechan and mark stare at each other. “alright, fine.” haechan says and mark sputters. “i get no say?!”

“no.” haechan holds out a fist. “rock, paper, scissors.” you hold out your fist and drop your chin, forcing a glare that haechan copies. “rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” you shut your eyes and open them after silence. “ah!” you squeal and jump around while holding up scissors.

jaehyuns lips softly curl into a smile while watching you bounce around. your hair bouncing, your tits bouncing, your skirt lifting and showing a bit of your ass.

“look i won!” you show your scissors to jaehyun who nods. “yes, you did. so, you get to go first.” he hands the balls to you and you accept them. “cmon,” you whisper to the balls. “don’t fail me!” you toss one and it goes in.

“what?!” you and haechan both scream. “oh, my gosh! i told you guys that i’m a pro.” you smirk and toss the other. “aw shit. never mind.” you and the others laugh when it bounces off the rim. “it was close.” jaehyun says and you grin.

haechan takes the balls and closes his eyes. “how come you get to go first?” mark starts to complain but haechan holds out a finger. “sh,” he shushes him. “i need to pray to the gods and goddesses of beer pong.”

haechan opens his eyes and sucks in a gush of air before tossing one of the balls. “see,” mark says as soon as it bounces past the cups. “i knew i should’ve gone first.” haechan tosses the second one and it bounces out, again.

you laugh and reach down to grab the ball in front of you, completely unaware that your ass is aimed directly at jaehyun crotch. “oops, im sorry.” jaehyun steps back and you stand up straight. “alright,” you say with a sigh. “here, it’s your turn. don’t make us lose or i’ll stick my foot up your ass.” jaehyun laughs at your threat.

you’d always use it back when you were with jaehyun. specifically when you were angry or cranky.

jaehyun takes the balls and hands his drink to you. he rolls his shoulders back and tilts his head side to side before tossing one. “ah! you made it!” you squeal and look up at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

you watch with anticipation before jaehyun tosses the ball. “oh, my god! you’re unbelievable!” you gasp when it makes it in, again.

it repeats until haechan and mark are outside, standing at the edge of the deck. “say cheese, boys.” you say with a hand on your hip. “cheese!” haechan says before jumping in with mark following shortly after.

“ah, nice job, partner.” you say to jaehyun who grins down at you. “you too.”

you gasp. “should we take their clothes and run?” jaehyuns grin turns evil. “i like your thinking.” the two of you run off with both haechan and marks clothes. you and jaehyun both giggling while hiding in the tiny shed.

“this place is rusty.” you say, stumbling over something. and before your ass meets the wooden floor, an arm catches you and your cheek meets jaehyuns chest.

“uh, i think there should be a light in here.” jaehyun says holding you tightly and closely before searching around. “nope,” jaehyun sighs. “just the light from the full moon.” there was a small window that bled the shining moon inside.

“they took our clothes! fuck!” you and jaehyun silently snicker when hearing haechan scream. “it’s fucking freezing!” mark runs leaving haechan who was cupping his dick. “don’t leave me, it’s dark!” haechan runs after mark.

“jaehyun,” he hums. “you.. can let go of me now.” it was dark but your eyes were used to it by now. he was staring down at and it looked like it was guilt and regret that was smeared all over his face.

“and, if i don’t want to?” his voice came out more quieter and softer.

“jaehyun,” just do it. “kiss me.” there it is.

you stumble back at his harshness. he’d slammed his lips onto yours which caused you to stumble back until hitting a table.

your lips follow his even after he pulls away. “no— fuck, this is wrong. y/n, you’re dating my best friend.” you laugh which makes jaehyun unsure. “oh, my god. no, jaehyun. i’m not. me and johnny aren’t a thing— he’s just my rebound to get over you.”

“get over me? woah, ms y/n has a crush on me?” you push his shoulder. “obviously i did, you piece of shit. i shouldn’t even forgive you this easily after what you did.”

“but, look at you. sticking your tongue down my throat.” you laugh and push his shoulder, again. “says the one who kissed me first.” he laughs this time and lifts you up. “shut up.”

he brings his lips back down to yours and smiles into the kiss. he lifts you up and sits you on the table that was meant for work. “i’ve missed this and i’ve missed you.” he says when he pulls away.

“i’ve missed you too.” you grab the stretchy waistband on your skirt. “no, leave it on. it looks sexy on you. you look sexy wearing it.” you blush at his comment.

jaehyun grabs his belt and undoes it, along with his jeans that hit the floor. “wait, we don’t have a—?” jaehyun pulls out his wallet and to your surprise he has a condom in one of the pockets. “so, you were prepared.”

he lets out a goofy grin. “i have to be. i could’ve gotten laid by my date tonight— oh shit, my date.” you tut with jealousy and snatch the condom packet from him. “stop talking about your date when you’re literally about to have make up sex with me.” jaehyun apologizes before you slide the condom on.

“i’ve missed you so much, baby.” you lock your legs around his waist while slowly drawing his cock in. “i’ve missed you too, jaehyun. i thought you about you every single day even after what happened in your dads office.” jaehyun moves forward and lands his lips onto your neck.

you tilt your head to give him more access and grin as he sucks on your neck, creating a small hickey just behind your ear.

“you have no idea how much i’ve missed with tight pussy.” jaehyun says while picking up his pace in his hips. “and you have no idea how much i’ve missed having you in me.”

you hold onto jaehyuns nape as he continues making marks all over your collarbone. “fuck me hard, jae. i want it hard and fast.” jaehyun pulls away and holds your thighs. “i want to savor this moment, baby. i want to make up for all the lost time.”

you and jaehyun had stop all contacts five months ago. you began talking to his best friend, johnny two months ago and then the sex began with him.

“we can do that later but right now, i want it hard and fast. i need it hard and fast. please, jaehyun.” jaehyun groans and tosses his head back. “fuck me,” he sighs as he massages your thighs and then hips. “you know i can’t resist you, baby.”

your back hits the wall and you let out a gasp when jaehyun slightly turns you on your hip. “wha—?” before you could finish, jaehyun starts pounding his hips. “ooohh, fuck.” you gasp, letting him assault your cunt like he’d done multiple times before.

your screams and cries fill the tiny space and jaehyun smirks down at you. your tits flop around in your tiny tube top and the bells from your headband jingles.

“j—jae,” you gasp, clinging onto the headband as it slowly slips off. “that’s it, baby. i’ve missed the sound of you screaming for me.”

“j—jae, please take the condom off— please?” your voice pleads quietly and jaehyun groans, curving his back as he pushes one last thrust before pulling out. “you’re so naughty, baby. so naughty.” he whispers and pulls off the condom.

it stretches and he tosses it on the ground. it splats and jaehyun grabs your thighs again. slowly, he slides his cock in. the tip entering you causing you to moan loudly. “fuck— this feels so so much better!” you rip the headband off after fixing it several times.

it hits the wall with a loud jingle.

“you feel too good— i can’t hold it in, baby. i’m so close.” jaehyun grunts out, his nails digging into your soft flesh causing you to wince. “how does it feel, baby.”

“so fucking good!” you practically shout and jaehyun laughs, licking the corner of his lips as well. “i hope you’re on the pill or i’ll have to pick up a morning after pill for you.” your hand flies to his wrists as his grip becomes tighter.

your head feels dizzy and heavy— either from the two cups of beer you’ve had or just the amazing sex you were receiving at the moment.

“i—im on the pill!” you cry out, your orgasm hitting you from out of the blue. “good.” jaehyun says before slamming his hips once more and then filling you up with his load that he’d been saving for months.

and, just for you.

it takes a few minutes for jaehyun to pull out. he couldn’t see but he could feel his cum seeping out of you. his slender fingers slid into your cunt and started to finger you slowly.

“don’t do that unless you want to be a dad— at 19.” you tease and jaehyun softly laughs. he pulls you up and presses a kiss on your cheek. “youre now mine.” he says with another kiss but on your forehead.

“who said that?” you pull away and a low growl is heard from jaehyuns throat. “me. you’re mine. forever.” you laugh and toss your arms around his neck. “poor me. i’m stuck with the worlds biggest asshole.” he nips your neck making you squirm.

there is a short silence before jaehyun speaks up. “looks like i opened johnnys present.” jaehyun says breathlessly against your neck. “shut up.” you softly laugh and smack his side.

he pulls away and sighs. “should we head inside?” you frown, not wanting to be around the others but just he, himself. “can we just leave instead? have our own little party, yeah?” jaehyun bites his lip and hums. “that seems fun. let’s go say ‘bye’ to everyone and leave.”

you laugh and shake your head as he carries you off the table. jaehyun helps you with your outfit, he pulls your skirt down and your top as well.

he takes your hand and walks with you all the way back upstairs to the house. “oh, now they’re back. where the fuck did you shit heads go?!” haechan screams with a blanket wrapped around his body. “we went to hide your guys clothes!”

“and, then we fucked.” your eyes go wide before you look up at jaehyun who has a grin on his face. your lips smack shut and you nod. “y..es, and then we fucked.” you say with a nod.

“outside.” jaehyun says.

“in the shed.” you confirm.

“and, after you guys fucked, you guys left our clothes in there?!” haechan screams, again. your hands sly to your ears at his high pitched yell. “in the cold?!” mark screams next and you laugh.

you look back up at jaehyun and he nods his head towards the side. johnny was flirting with jaehyuns date who held her dress down while laughing at johnnys jokes.

jaehyun lowers himself to your height and allows his lips to touch the shell of your ear. “let’s go.” you look up and nod. “then, cmon.” he pats your ass and guides you to the front door.

“we can pick up snacks on the way home.” you scoff, seat belting yourself in his car. “and, what place is open on christmas?” he hisses and drives out of his parking space.

“guess we’re gonna have to cook at home.” at home. his home. “okay, but you’re cooking unless you want your penthouse to be burnt down before new years.” he laughs while shaking his head.

you were glad to have him back and he felt the same way.

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Digimon Adventure 01x41 - The Raging Sea King! MetalSeadramon / Sea-Sick and Tired

Previously on Digimon Adventure: Piemon invited the Chosen Children to see the show he's been rehearsing. But when they weren't very impressed, he started stabbing people instead. Fucking auteurs, man. Some people can't handle a little criticism.

I would love to tell you where that leaves us, but before we can begin, the dub needs to finish the previous episode first.

We open on Piximon giving the kids' barrier bubble a hard bop again.

Piximon: You're as ready as you'll ever be! Go get 'em! (Piximon bops the bubble and sends them away) Izzy: I think that was meant to be encouraging. Kari: (flatly) He has an awful lot of confidence in us. (Piximon turns and faces the Dark Masters) Piedmon: You may have fooled those silly children with this brave act, but we know better, don't we? Piximon: What makes you think it's just an act!? (Slow pan out from the coliseum) Kari: Oh, it doesn't seem right just leaving him there-- OHH!? (bright flash) Tai: (matter of factly) Remember, he wanted it this way.

Izzy shits on Piximon's last words. Kari's like "Maybe we should go back OH GOD HE DIED." It's hilarious the way the explosion signifying his death suddenly spooks her like that during her line, and I genuinely don't know if it was meant to be. Then Tai's like "Eh, it was his call. Moving on." XD Wow, guys.

Today's episode begins with the Children at their destination. Lost in a thick fog, they can't make heads or tails of where Piccolomon's final barrier brought them to.

Taichi: Where are we? Sora: There's sand under our feet. Yamato: We could be in a desert. Koushiro: Uh, I smell salt.... Mimi: Are those waves? Jou: It's the ocean!

There's something funny about Yamato speculating that we might be in a desert while we clearly see the ocean in front of them. Dramatic irony isn't just for drama.

The fog gradually lifts, giving the kids a better view of their surroundings.

Takeru: I'm starting to see things more clearly. Hikari: The fog is disappearing.

Once the kids can see more clearly, Taichi and Yamato check on the others.

Taichi: Are you all okay? Sora: No, we aren't okay. Everyone's exhausted. Yamato: In any case, do we know where we are?

Being bounced like ping-pong balls between the Dark Masters hasn't left the children in the best of states. Poor Mimi had to watch an old friend sacrifice his life for her, and also Chuumon. This was not the victory lap that the kids, high on success and new Ultimate evolutions, were anticipating.

The dub uses the clearing of the fog as a bit of an awkward transition line. Tai speaks up to announce that it's clearing while we're still fading from Piximon's death explosion to the foggy beach in the first place.

Tai: Look, the fog is finally clearing! Joe: Great. Now we can clearly see that we're lost! Izzy: It's more productive to think of ourselves as on our way, Joe. Matt: (sarcastically) Tch, yeah. I feel better already. T.K.: All I know is that I'm getting pretty hungry! Kari: And I'm getting cold! Tai: But everybody's okay, right? Besides being hungry and cold and lost.... Sora: Don't forget frightened, tired, and upset about PIximon. Matt: Otherwise, we're fine.

They start by taking out the geographic guessing game banter and exchange it for bickering. Honestly, though, I do like the bickering here and the subsequent conversation about the group's feelings. It conveys the impression that these kids are high-strung and are psychologically hanging on by a thread right now. What happened has utterly shattered their confidence plus, as Sora points out, they're all grieving on top of it.

The kids look around to try and get their bearings. They quickly find an incredibly helpful landmark.

Koushiro: I feel like I've been here before... Ah!

As soon as Koushiro gasps, everyone whips around to see what he's looking at. Probably a good reflex for them to have developed in this place.

There, on the beach, are the destroyed remains of a series of phone booths.

Koushiro: Broken telephone booths....

Taichi, Yamato, and their Digimon all stare in wide-eyed shock, gasping. Flashback to the phone booths before they were destroyed.

Yamato: Ah! It's those telephone booths! Taichi: You're right. This is the beach on File Island where we met our Digimon for the first time and set off on our journey.

Taichi's remark is a little dry, but it's been thirty-nine episodes since we saw these phone booths. It's probably a good idea to explain the context for kids who hopped in somewhere in the middle.

In the dub:

Izzy: I have a feeling we've been here before. Wait a minute, look! (Everyone looks at the phone booths) Izzy: Those smashed-up phone booths! Sora: You don't think that they could be the same ones, do you? Tai: Of course! I can't believe it. This whole time, we thought we were making all this progress but now it looks like we've just been traveling in one big circle!

Tai, what the fuck are you talking about?

We did not "travel in one big circle" and end up here. That's not.

We did not get here by traveling. Our goal wasn't traveling in the first place. There was... A lot of plot has....

What?

I am genuinely baffled by the words that the dub team chose to put in Tai's mouth. It still captures the idea that we have returned to a place we were once at but his outrage over "traveling in a circle" and unmaking our progress is contextually bizarre.

Meanwhile, the Dark Masters have retreated to the top of Spiral Mountain, where Piemon has scouted the children's location with his giant-ass telescope.

Piemon: I've spotted the Chosen Children and their Digimon. MetalSeadramon: As the king of the seas, the coast belongs to me. The lives of the Chosen Children and their Digimon are mine to take. Now, who should I use from my Deep Savers Ankoku Gundan?

MetalSeadramon's army is called "Deep Savers Ankoku Gundan", mixing English and Japanese while directly referencing the name of the V-Pet release that he's from. Fans of mech anime might recognize that last word; gundan is the Japanese word for military armed forces.

Ankoku, meanwhile, means "darkness" - not quite "evil" as the subtitle up there suggests. Though darkness and evil are often related ideas, it's best here to not be poetic with it and leave it at darkness due to the association with MetalSeadramon's faction. Fitting that a Dark Master would have an ankoku gundan.

(From an American perspective, calling them an army also seems weird because. Like. They aren't ground troops. They'd be more like Marines over here. But different cultures have different standards for armed forces terminology.)

If you were to try to localize this for Americans, something like the "Deep Savers Dark Forces" would make sense to me. The dub has its own solution: Not mentioning that MetalSeadramon has an army at his disposal at all.

Piedmon: How small they look from here. Like ants! Strange that such little creatures could cause SO MUCH TROUBLE!!! MetalSeadramon: They won't for long! They're standing on the edge of my territory now: The sea! I'll be the one to finish these DigiDestined once and for all! Piedmon: Hmm, bold words! But you're not the first to make such a boast, MetalSeadramon! MetalSeadramon: But I will be the last! They'll be shark bait before the day is through!

...okay, now it's Piedmon's turn in the "What the fuck are you on about?" chair. He's so mad and. Like. The kids haven't fucking done anything yet. XD

Piedmon is coming at this from the angle of Rita Repulsa plotting her 87th scheme to destroy the Power Rangers but. Like. At this point, the Dark Masters have had one altercation with the Chosen Children that they handily won. Why is he so mad?

Piedmon is so mad that MetalSeadramon doesn't even get to bring up his Deep Savers Ankoku Gundan.

Why is everybody so mad? XD

While MetalSeadramon is picking out his forces, the Children try and figure out next steps.

Koushiro: Since we're back on File Island.... Yamato: Is there a meaning to it? Sora: We must have been sent to File Island for a reason, right? Taichi: But what are we supposed to do here-- Voice: HELP ME!!!

The kids look and see some poor 'mon flailing and screaming out in the ocean.

Takeru: Someone's drowning! Hikari: We have to help them! Takeru: But our Digimon are tired.... Hikari: Then we help them ourselves! Takeru: Oh!

Hikari sprints for the shoreline, ready to dive into the water and swim out there herself - with Takeru trailing behind her. Fortunately, Taichi and Yamato's Big Brother Alarms start blaring in their brains and they jump in, physically stopping their younger siblings.

Yamato: TAKERU!!! Taichi: Hikari, wait! Let's all go help them. Yamato: We can use that canoe over there.

Leaving their Digimon Partners on the shore, the eight children pile into the convenient nearby canoe. This definitely is not a trap.

In the dub, the kids are still inexplicably whining that returning to File Island again somehow means they've accomplished nothing.

Matt: So we've just gone in one big circle, huh? Makes the whole thing seem kinda pointless, doesn't it? Sora: Hold on, maybe that's it! Maybe the pointlessness of it is the whole point! Agumon: Say what? Tai: (sarcastic) Thanks for the philosophy; That's a big help. Voice: HEEEELP SAVE ME!!! Mimi: Look! Out there! Someone's drowning! Kari: Somebody's gotta do something! T.K.: They're too tired; They'll be drowned themselves. Kari: Okay, then in that case, we'll have to go! (Tai and Matt intervene) Tai: Kari! Matt: Yo, wait up, T.K. Tai: Maybe someone bigger should go. Matt: We can use that outrigger. T.K.: I'm coming too! Kari: ME TOO!!! Tai: Okay, okay. Sora: Wait up! I'm coming too! Mimi: I can help!

I want to make a "The real xyz was the friends we made along the way" joke but I genuinely do not know what the kids think they have failed to achieve by returning here.

Matt's totally casual, "Yo, wait up" made me laugh. What a weird vibe. XD

I do like that Sora and Mimi volunteer themselves to help, rather than Taichi speaking for the group that they'll all go do this.

Making the worst decision imaginable, the children set out by themselves to go help the drowning 'mon.

Voice: HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!

As the children approach, their target starts to come into view. A single horn sticking up from the water, with an inflatable tube around it.

Mimi: ...huh? How can they be drowning when they have an inflatable tube?

Suddenly, Shellmon explodes up from the water, with the rinky-dink tube dangling from one of their shell spikes.

Shellmon: SHELLLLLLLLLMOOOOOOOOON!!! Taichi: HUH!?!? Hikari: Do you know them, Onii-chan? Taichi: We fought them once before! We can't win this! RUN FOR IT!

Gotta appreciate Shellmon screaming their name like a Pokemon in case there's any confusion about which Digimon this is. XD Togemon does this too sometimes and I am just. I'm a sucker for any time a fighter shouts their own name as a battle cry and lunges into combat.

In the dub:

Voice: HELP ME!!! HEEEELP!!! Tai & Matt: Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Voice: (deep voice) Hohoho hahahaha! Mimi: Did his voice get lower or what? (Shellmon ambush) Shellmon: RAAARGH!!!

The dub puts a commercial break here, as Shellmon reveals himself. Good spot to use for that commercial cliffhanger. Then we come back to Shellmon revealing himself again.

Shellmon: RAAARGH!!! Tai: Whoa! Kari: Guys! A sea monster! Tai: You can say that again! That's Shellmon, and he's not here to play water polo! PADDLE LIKE CRAZY!!!

So, the bad is that we lose Mimi pointing out the WTF of Shellmon's inflatable tube. The dub goes out of its way to give her something else to comment on instead, leaving the tube as an unremarked upon weird visual. Sometimes it feels like they make different choices just for the sake of being different.

The good is that "Paddle like crazy!" is a fantastically flavorful way to translate "Nigero!" pronounced nee-geh-roh, the Japanese verb for fleeing from something. A+

The children paddle for shore as fast as they can, but Shellmon gives chase.

Shellmon: (chasing) LET ME DROWN YOU ALL!!! Agumon: FASTER, HUMANS!!!

The humans do not acquiesce to Shellmon's request, forcing them to swim after them.

Mimi: AHHH!!! THEY'RE CLOSING IN!!!

Shellmon gets close enough to try and bite down on the canoe, but the kids manage to paddle away too quickly for their jaw to hit its mark. Sinking under the water, Shellmon instead picks up speed and smashes through the 'iako connecting the main body of the canoe to its ama.

Shellmon: (exploding up from the water again) THERE'S NO ESCAPE!!! Agumon: We have to push down our fatigue and go save them! Pyokomon: WAIT!!! Mochimon: Let us take care of this.

Mochimon, Pyokomon, Tanemon, and Pukamon volunteer to step in so that Agumon, Gabumon, Tailmon, and Patamon can rest.

The dub, of course, cuts Shellmon directly saying he wants to drown the children.

Shellmon: There's no escaping! You're in my element now! Agumon: Come on, guys! Move it! Tai: (panicked) Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! (Shellmon closes in) Mimi: He's right on top of us! Izzy: Watch out! (Shellmon misses his bite) Mimi: Eugh, that breath. EVER HEAR OF FLOSSING!?!? Tai: (panicked) Stroke! Stroke! Hey, are you guys paddling or am I just talking to myself!? (Shellmon breaks the 'iako and re-emerges) Shellmon: RAAARGH!!! Agumon: We may be exhausted, but we can't just sit here! We've gotta help! Motimon: No! Leave it to us; You save your Digi-strength!

A lot more dialogue in the dub version of this chase, including two separate laugh lines: a Mimi Quip violently stabbed into Shellmon's face and Tai pissing himself while trying to be leaderly. Both of these are great. XD

The four Babies evolve into Tentomon, Piyomon, Palmon, and Gomamon, then throw themselves into the fight. Gomamon swims out towards Shellmon with Piyomon and Tentomon flanking him in the air. Palmon remains on the shore.

Palmon snags Shellmon with her Poison Ivy, jerking his attention away from the humans. Once he stops and focuses on the attackers, she lets go. Piyomon and Tentomon move in, strafing Shellmon from above with alternating shots of Petit Thunder and Magical Fire.

For his part, Gomamon's Marching Fishes surround the canoe. Gomamon takes the back of the canoe, swimming with his fishes and ushering the humans safely away from the battleground.

Peppered by enemy fire, Shellmon withdraws into his shell screaming for help.

Shellmon: For real, HELP ME!!!

Shellmon flees beneath the ocean waves, retreating from the fight and leaving behind the inflatable tube. A bit too overenthusiastic, Piyomon and Tentomon try to chase after him, plunging into the ocean and ending up having to use Shellmon's tube to save themselves.

The dub adds a silence-breaker to the kids' Marching Fishes escape.

Tai: Whoa! That's more like it! This is the way to travel!

Then when Shellmon has to retreat, his line is:

Shellmon: Oh, forget this!

Which isn't nearly as funny as his original line.

With Shellmon defeated, the children and their Digimon partners regroup at the beach.

Taichi: I know everyone's tired, but I do think our Digimon are definitely getting stronger! Hikari: Onii-chan, how do you know that? Taichi: When we fought Shellmon before, we could only win after Agumon evolved into Greymon.

Taichi flashes back on Agumon's first evolution.

I'd be remiss not to point out that this isn't a fair comparison. Agumon was the only one capable of fighting back then because the rest of the team was starving. If Agumon had to solo Shellmon now, he'd probably still have a hard time.

But, to Taichi's point, the Digimon were all recently pummeled by the Dark Masters so it's not like they're in pristine condition now. They still managed to pull it together and chase off Shellmon as a team despite it all.

Taichi: This time, we didn't need Agumon to evolve. Agumon: That's because we worked together as a team! Taichi: But Greymon's power alone should still be greater than everyone's powers put together! Hikari: Maybe Shellmon got weaker? Taichi: No. I'm certain that this means each of our Digimon are getting stronger. Honestly, I've been wondering up to this point what Piccolomon meant earlier....

Flashback to their escape from the Dark Masters.

Taichi: Piccolomon, we made it this way believing that as long as the eight of us were together, we could save both worlds. But-- Piccolomon: It's true that the eight of you are together pi but that alone isn't enough to win pi.

Back in the present, Taichi presents his conclusion.

Taichi: I think he was trying to say that we have to get stronger.

In the dub:

Tai: I know they're all dead tired and they may not feel like it at the moment, but I think today proved that our Digimon are getting stronger and stronger. Kari: That would be great, but what makes you think so? Tai: I remember the last time we took on Shellmon. Agumon had to Digivolve into Greymon before we could finally beat him. And even then, it was close! (Flashback to Greymon absolutely working over Shellmon) Tai: But this time, they beat him easily without Greymon! Agumon: Yeah, but don't forget, Tai: They ganged up on him. It was four of them against one. Tai: But they didn't have to Digivolve as far to do it. I still say it means you're stronger than you were. Kari: Or maybe Shellmon's just weaker than he was. Tai: How come everyone's being such a downer all of a sudden!? I'm trying to be positive here! Besides, I still can't get out of my mind something that Piximon said to me back there. (Flashback to Piximon) Tai: But you said it was possible to save the planet if the eight of us were all together! How come it's not happening, huh? What's up, Piximon!? Piximon: The truth is, being together is not enough. There's something else that you need to do to beat 'em. (Back to present) Tai: I think he meant we had to get stronger! And that's just what's happening!

In light of Taichi's suggestion, the rest of the group discuss with their Partners.

Sora: I think so too! Piyomon: You do? Yamato: You've grown up well. Gabumon: When you put it like that, I feel it too. Tentomon: Koushiro-han, do you think that way about me? Koushiro: Well, bit by bit, maybe. Tentomon: (faceplant) Yaghyagh.... Patamon: Have I matured too? Takeru: Yeah! Of course you have! Tailmon: What about me? Hikari: We only joined the Chosen Children recently, so I think it's too early to tell. Tailmon: (droops) Oh. That's disappointing. Agumon: Don't worry! All of us will get stronger! Tailmon: Yeah, you're right!

Poor Tailmon. But, I mean, to be fair... This is like her third day with Hikari. The others have been with their partners for months.

Don't worry, Tailmon. If it helps, remember that you're a stage above them all so you're technically the strongest one here.

In the dub:

Sora: Yeah, maybe Tai's right. Biyomon: I feel stronger! Matt: Come to think of it, you are looking kind of buff. Gabumon: Thanks very much. That's a compliment, right? Tentomon: Do I look stronger to you, Izzy? Izzy: I don't know, make a muscle. Tentomon: (faceplant) I WAS!!! Patamon: Do I look different, T.K.? T.K.: Yeah, you look buffed out to the max! Gatomon: Kari? Kari: Well, to be honest, you don't look any different to me. But give it time, Gatomon; You'll catch up with the rest. Gatomon: (droops) If you say so.... Agumon: Come to think of it, your coat's looking glossier. Gatomon: Really? You think?

Dub passed up a prime opportunity to have Izzy be a dick in a way that's 100% consistent to the original, but the replacement gag is pretty good too.

I don't like Kari's line. Hikari made the salient point that they're both newcomers so they haven't had time for Tailmon to grow from where she was when Hikari met her. She makes no comparison to the others, but points out that she can't congratulate Tailmon for "growth" when they've barely known each other for long.

Kari, on the other hand, directly compares Gatomon to the rest of the team and calls her abilities inferior. Rather than saying that Gatomon hasn't improved much since they met, she says that Gatomon's fallen behind her peers; That is a completely different sentiment, and one not really supported by what we know of her.

Suddenly, the kids notice the sun shining a little brighter, as the heat begins to distort distant things around them.

Taichi: Huh!? Is that a mirage!?

In the distance, the kids notice a strange hut on the beach, distorted by the heat.

Yamato: There's a beach house! Takeru: Did there used to be a beach house on the coast of File Island? Koushiro: That's not a beach house on the coast of File Island. That's a mirage of a beach house on the coast of File Island. Tentomon: No! That's a real beach house on the coast of File Island!

This is a bit repetitive but it flows better in Japanese. Basically, they're all having fun saying the words "File-tou no kaigan ni" at the start of each sentence, which comes through with a nice rhythmic flow.

Metal Gear Solid alert noise but as a flash mob.

An interesting cultural note about this obvious second trap: In Japanese folklore, mirages are created by the breath of clams. I'm not 100% but to my understanding, mirages bubble up from the sea as images of the great city beneath the ocean, from which the dragon god who rules the sea presides. No one who chases these images ever returns.

We've heard a little about the mythical sea dragon god before. Back at the "Pagumon village", Mimi misremembered a folktale about her favorite character Otohime, daughter of said dragon god. Obviously, here in the Digital World, the sea dragon god is MetalSeadramon.

So. Y'know. Don't trust fucking mirages when you're at war with Otohime's papa. Where this building came from doesn't get explained, but there's a cultural implication that MetalSeadramon manifested it via the mirage.

The dub kicks us off with a silence-breaking quip.

Matt: (sarcastic) Did it get brighter all of a sudden, or is it just Tai's sunny disposition? Tai: ...maybe it's like a mirage.... Matt: Huh!? Was that shack there before? T.K.: Maybe somebody moved in while we were gone? Mimi: Mmm, something smells suspiciously like food! Izzy: Let's take it easy, everyone. Remember, we're in the Digi-World where not everything is what it appears to be. Tentomon: Looks may be deceiving, but smells? That's something else, and I definitely smell grilling hambugers! See? It's a snack bar! Burgers, sodas, ice cream, pizza!

Genuinely surprised that Tai didn't use his line to clap back at Matt.

The File-tou no kaigan ni bit isn't going to translate, so they replace it with discussion of a delicious smell flowing out of the mirage.

Ravenous with hunger and gullible as ever, the children fantasize about all the delicious food that might be in the beach house.

I love the little American flag poking out of the cheeseburger. XD

The mob swarms towards the building.

Taichi: Ramen! Agumon: Curried rice! Takeru: Ice cream! Tentomon: Yakisoba noodles!

They're all in such a hurry that Jou accidentally clips the back of of Mimi's foot, pinning down her boot and forcing her to trip and fall out of it. Mimi faceplants into the beach sand.

Jou picks up Mimi's boot, handing it back to her.

Jou: Ah, I'm sorry! Mimi: Mrrgh.... Gomamon: Oh, come on.... What the heck are you guys doing!? Mimi: They others are going to get all the food if we don't catch up! Jou & Mimi: EHHHH!?!?

Absolutely nobody has stopped for them. The other kids eagerly rush inside the hut.

In the dub:

Tai: Mirage or not, I'll take my chances! GANGWAY!!! Group: (Miscellaneous cheering and hooting) (Joe trips Mimi. He stops to return her boot.) Joe: Sorry, Mimi. Mimi: Oh, thanks. Gomamon: Come on, what are you two waiting for!? Palmon: Yeah, they're going to eat everything without us! Joe: Huh? Mimi: UGH!!!

They cut out the kids yelling out specific food items they want to eat, probably because they already had Tentomon run down the list of American Food Things a moment ago. Otherwise, pretty faithful.

Once (six out of eight) Chosen Children are inside, the trap is sprung. The shack is completely empty, and a sudden sandstorm kicks up and seals the door in sand. Then their assailant reveals himself.

Anomalocarimon: (rising from the sands) ANOMALOCARIMON!!!

Anomalocarimon is a Perfect-stage Data-type Ancient Crustacean Digimon. Their name and design both stem from the ancient anomalocaris. They're the other Data Perfect for the Deep Savers line; Cousin to MegaSeadramon and capable of evolving into MetalSeadramon. Clearly a member of the Deep Savers Ankoku Gundan.

Narrator: Anomalocarimon. An Ancient Crustacean Digimon. By crossing their forelimbs together, they unleash their special attack Stinger Surprise! Anomalocarimon: This isn't your average beach house! This is a death house that will drain away all your energy! Yamato: What!? Anomalocarimon: SUNA SHOWER!!!

Anomalocarimon's Stinger Surprise is entirely in English, but Suna (Sand) Shower mixes English and Japanese.

I'm a little sad that Anomalocarimon didn't say "This isn't some beach house on the coast of File Island! This is a death house on the coast of File Island!"

The death house glows with a bright light that begins draining the kids and their Digimon. Anomalocarimon's Sand shower sprays sand from his mouth, forcing the kids to the ground. Taichi takes Takeru and Hikari in his arms, trying to protect them both as the sand shower forces everyone down.

In the dub, Sora speaks up when they notice the door sealing behind them. Also, the dub refers to this Digimon as Scorpiomon, attempting to pass them off as a scorpion.

Sora: What's that!? It's a trap! (Scorpiomon reveals themselves) Scorpiomon: Whuh-hahaha! Snack time! Patamon: (rundown) It's Scorpiomon! One of MetalSeadramon's flunkies. Between his pinches and his tail, it's hard to know which end of him is worse! Scorpiomon: Sorry, but the only munchies around here are you! Now, say goodnight! It's bedtime! Matt: (challenging) Yeah!? Scorpiomon: Yeah! SCORPION STORM!!! (Scorpiomon sprays down everyone with sand) Sora: ...can't...breathe...can't...eugh....

How would Patamon know who MetalSeadramon's flunkies are? We met him like an hour ago.

The dub misses the exposition that the mirage house drains energy, sort of like what Etemon's Love Serenade would do to them. So they just sort of give up without a fight in that version.

Fortunately, thanks to an overeager mistake, only six of the eight children were caught in this trap. The other two remain outside.

Mimi: Those voices! Jou: Did something happen to the others? Gomamon: Let's go see! Palmon: Yeah!

Mimi and Jou hurry to the beach house with their Partners, where they find the doorway blocked up with sand.

Jou: (gasp) This is-- Gomamon: Shh!

Realizing they're standing on the outer fringe of a trap, the group falls quiet. They sneak around to the side of the house and peek in through the blinds, where they see the rest of their nakama unconscious and covered in sand within.

Comically, all four shriek in horror, then clap hands over each other's mouths and shush each other. Great job, team. Way to flex that one shared brain cell. XD

In the dub:

Mimi: (gasp) Joe: Those sounds never mean anything good! Gomamon: Let's go! (The quartet sprints to the beach house) Mimi: (disappointed) Oh, no! Something tells me this means no chili dogs. (Everyone gasps, then creeps up and spies through the window) Mimi: Oh, wow! What's happened to them? Are they... Could they be.... (Everyone gasps in shock then shushes each other)

Mimi gets two silence-breaker lines added. The first one is an inappropriately-timed Mimi Quip but a pretty fair one, I think. Mimi once got so hangry that it thwarted Devimon's schemes. I can believe that being her kneejerk reaction.

The second one is... Is Mimi implying that she thinks the rest of the team is dead? It feels like that's the implication she left hanging there. Which is super dark yet tonally appropriate. They're alive, but not for lack of trying!

I like these extra lines. ^_^

While Mimi and Jou remain hidden around the side of the house, MetalSeadramon's laughter suddenly cuts through the air. He congratulates his soldier on a job well done.

Jou and Mimi eavesdrop on MetalSeadramon's meeting with Anomalocarimon.

MetalSeadramon: Ahahaha! Great work, Anomalocarimon! I expect no less from a member of my Deep Savers Ankoku Gundan. Here is your payment.

MetalSeadramon rewards Anomalocarimon with a shower of tasty clams to eat.

Are these the same clams whose breath created the beach house mirage? Or different ones? No idea. But it's a boon that Anomalocarimon is thrilled to receive.

Anomalocarimon: YIPPEE!!! ANOMALOCARIMOOOOON!!!

Anomalocarimon digs into the clams, eating one after another and tossing the shells. One shell bops Gomamon on the head.

Gomamon: Augh! Palmon: Shhh! MetalSeadramon: Huh?

The towering sea dragon turns his head to the tree line, following that unexpected sound. Palmon grabs Gomamon and presses herself against a tree, while Jou and Mimi lay flat against the ground. After a moment MetalSeadramon stops caring and leaves for the beach house.

MetalSeadramon: Mm. Time for annihilation.

In the dub:

MetalSeadramon: Hehehe haha.... Well done, Scorpiomon. These DigiDestined are not so difficult to handle after all! Here's your reward. (Clam shower) Scorpiomon: OOOOH, CLAMS!!! Thank you! Thank you, boss! I just love clams! I just can't get enough of them! (A discarded clamshell bops Gomamon) Gomamon: Ow... Palmon: Shhh! MetalSeadramon: WHAT WAS THAT!?!? Scorpiomon: What is it, boss? You want some? MetalSeadramon: QUIET!!! I thought I heard something. (The DigiDestined pass their stealth check) Scorpiomon: I didn't hear anything. MetalSeadramon: Hmph. (heads out) Well, now to finish them off.

More silence-breakers added to break up the tense moment where MetalSeadramon nearly catches them. This one's a mixed bag; We lose that tension and suspense, but gain a fun little exchange between dipshit minion and his superior.

As MetalSeadramon approaches the beach house, he finds the door blocked off and realizes he'll need a clever way of getting inside-- No, I'm kidding, he moves through it like butter.

MetalSeadramon looks over the captured children for a moment, then withdraws his head from the shack.

MetalSeadramon: ...there are eight Chosen Children. Two of them aren't here.

Another carelessly discarded clamshell strikes MetalSeadramon on the snout, bouncing harmlessly off his invulnerable plating.

MetalSeadramon: And you're just stuffing your face!? Anomalocarimon: (nervous) Ehh...? MetalSeadramon: Hurry up and go find the remaining Chosen Children! Anomalocarimon: A-a-a-a-ANOMALOCARIMOOOON!!! (scurries off)

Realizing he's after them, Jou and Mimi shriek one last time, this time giving their positions away. Abandoning stealth, they flee across the beach.

Anomalocarimon: (aggressive) ANOMALOCARIMON!!!

The dub has some more extra dialogue for MetalSeadramon.

MetalSeadramon: (breaking through the house) Hehehehe! Eight little gnats and their Digimon accomplices. ...hmm.... (MetalSeadramon withdraws his head) MetalSeadramon: What's this!? There's supposed to be eight of them! Two of them are missing! (Clamshell bop) MetalSeadramon: YOU CHUCKLE-HEADED COCKLESHELL!!! Stop eating and find the other two NOW!!! Scorpiomon: Oh, you got it! Right away! I'm on it! (scurries off) (Scorpiomon chases down Jou and Mimi) Scorpiomon: Come back here! (wheeze wheeze) Oh, I hate it when they do this. Hey! Slow down! (gets closer) Aha! I gotcha now!

MetalSeadramon calls Scorpiomon a "cockleshell" with all the energy of telling someone in elementary school to "Kiss my ass-phalt". XD

Neither Jou nor Mimi being especially athletic, Anomalocarimon gains ground quickly. We go to commercial break and come back to Jou and Mimi's legs giving out. They fall into the sand, gasping for breath.

This would be opportune for Anomalocarimon, but they too run out of strength and collapse into the sand, gasping for breath.

Anomalocarimon: ...they're so fast....

Something about this situation motives the kids to get their second wind more quickly than their pursuer, and they get back up and bolt. Anomalocarimon forces themself to resume the chase, ultimately thwarted when the kids take cover behind a rock.

Look, anomalocaris was an aquatic predator. Their biology is not suited to running. You might as well ask a dolphin to chase down a chimpanzee in a land race.

The dub makes this even more pathetic for Scorpiomon.

Scorpiomon: (collapses) ...too many clams for lunch.... (Joe and Mimi get up and run) Scorpiomon: Oh no! Not again! Come on! COME ON!!! ...I'm not built for this. Gomamon: This way! THIS WAY!!!

XD Oh man, I am loving the dub's take on Scorpiomon. He's such a weenie. I adore the line "I'm not built for this" because in addition a weenie whine, it's factually correct. He's actually not!

What the hell is MetalSeadramon doing? Is he kicking back and watching Anomalocarimon flail? Taking notes for Anomalocarimon's next performance review? Dark Master MetalSeadramon coiled up in the sand watching both groups faint into the sand and sit there for however long, going, "...really?"

Meanwhile, six vulnerable Chosen Children are going unannihilated because MetalSeadramon is letting the perfect be the enemy of the good. If he can't kill all eight then he's not going to touch a single one!

Finally giving up on the foot chase, Anomalocarimon decides on a new approach. While the children take cover behind the rock, Anomalocarimon burrows into the ground.

Mimi, Jou, and their Partners catch their breath behind the safety of the rock.

Palmon: No more.... Jou: We have to fight.... Gomamon: You're right....

While Mimi and Palmon remain behind the rock, Jou and Gomamon emerge to confront Anomalocarimon. All they find is the hole left in the ground where they burrowed.

Mimi: What's wrong? Jou: Anomalocarimon is... gone.... Gomamon: They ran away! Mimi: (emerges) They could be hiding.... Palmon: If only we could evolve.... Gomamon: Yeah, but we're tired and starving so-- Oh! We can just scrounge for something!

The Digimon have gotten used to the human world, where food comes out of the refrigerator. That's only occasionally true on File Island.

Gomamon quickly digs up a pair of clams, while Palmon pulls some seaweed out of the ocean.

Gomamon: Looks tasty! Palmon: Found this!

Gomamon and Palmon eagerly fill their stomachs and restore their stamina.

In the dub, Scorpiomon remains hilariously pitiful.

Scorpiomon: Oh, forget it! (burrows) Joe: I can't... run anymore... we'll just have to... stand and fight.... Gomamon: Right! (Joe and Gomamon emerge) Gomamon: Huh? We may not have to.... Mimi: What happened? Joe: I don't know, but he's gone! Gomamon: Haha! What a lucky break! Mimi: Lucky for us, he doesn't work out. Palmon: Ugh, I'm getting my exercise right now. My roots are exhausted. Gomamon: And I am so hungry I could just about eat seaweed. Hey, wait! Lookit! (Gomamon and Palmon scrounge up food)

The lines at Scorpiomon's expense are great. Good casual dialogue.

The dub's take on the food search doesn't click, though. This is kind of an important moment, as we see the Digimon reacquaint themselves with scavenging the Digital World for food after being in the human world for a while.

The problem is posed: We can't evolve because we're hungry. Then the Digimon remember how to solve that problem their way, rather than being led astray by easy answers like the illusory beach house, which have so often been too good to be true.

This doesn't come across in the dub, where the vibe is simply, "Oh I'm hungry; Let's eat." We don't get to see the transformation of their way of thinking from human world comfort back to Digital World survivalism.

Down beneath the waves, Anomalocarimon notices one of Gomamon's carelessly discarded clamshells sinking beneath the water. Surprised, they poke their head back up to see what's up.

The other clamshell bops Anomalocarimon right in the joystick antennae thing that is not their eye but can easily be mistaken for it.

Anomalocarimon: Ow! ANOMALOCARIMON!!!

Anomalocarimon surges out of the ocean to attack Jou and Mimi. Evolving to protect them, Togemon and Ikkakumon counterattack, but to little effect. Anomalocarimon's stingers block Togemon's Chiku-Chiku Bang-Bang. Ikkakumon lands three direct hits of Harpoon Vulcan, but Anomalocarimon tanks all three missiles and remains unscathed.

In the dub, Scorpiomon mistakes Gomamon's meal for the clams he was paid earlier.

Gomamon: Not bad! Scorpiomon: Huh? GET YOUR MITTS OFF MY CLAMS!!!

While Togemon and Ikkakumon fight Anomalocarimon, Jou and Mimi put Taichi's earlier theory to the test.

It does not go well.

Jou: Since Togemon and Ikkakumon have grown, they shouldn't lose this.... Mimi: And since it's two against one, we should have up the upper hand!

Anomalocarimon proceeds to beat their Digimon like a drum. They swipe Ikkakumon away with their tail, then pick up Togemon and squeeze her between their two stingers, crushing her.

Togemon: IT HURTS!!! HELP ME!!!

Then they slam Togemon down on top of Ikkakumon for good measure.

Jou: (disappointed) ...they're losing. Mimi: It's too dangerous to keep this up! We'll be killed! Jou: Maybe they'd win if they evolve again!

Probably, yes. But it nonetheless makes for a solid counterargument against Taichi's theory.

In the dub:

Joe: If the Digimon really are getting stronger, they should be able to handle Scorpiomon, no problem! Mimi: I hope so, but it doesn't really look like they're doing too well! (Scorpiomon swats Ikakkumon, then picks up Togemon) Togemon: HEY, PUT ME DOWN YOU OVERGROWN CRAWDADDY BEFORE I GET REALLY ANGRY!!! (Scorpiomon smacks Ikkakumon with Togemon) Joe: Oh, boy. Mimi: WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT FROM BEHIND YOUR SHELL AND FIGHT LIKE A CLAM!?!? Joe: Uh, Mimi? Cool it! I don't think he thought that was very funny!

Mimi challenges Scorpiomon to a fistfight.

Bad. Ass.

And also tremendously inconsistent to both versions of her character. Mimi knows better. Her father doesn't know better, but Mimi knows better.

But badass.

Anomalocarimon tries to spray Mimi and Jou down with their Suna Shower, but the kids take cover behind the rocks again.

Anomalocarimon moves to follow. Ikkakumon and Togemon sprint up behind them.

Ikkakumon: HANG ON!!! We're the ones you're fighting!

Anomalocarimon responds with their signature Stinger Surprise. Ikkakumon and Togemon clear out before the shot hits. The explosion tears open the sand, revealing a treasure trove of tasty clams.

The dub gives Ikkakumon's line over to Togemon.

Togemon: Hey, squid breath! We're the ones you want!

They also change Scorpiomon's attack to Tail Blade, despite not involving his tail in any way.

Anomalocarimon is immediately distracted by all those tasty, tasty clams.

Anomalocarimon: Hey, this looks delicious! Jou: NOW, IKKAKUMON!!! Mimi: SUPER-EVOLVE, TOGEMON!!!

Their Digimon super-evolve into Zudomon and Lilimon. Followed by a hilariously dopey shot where a still image of Lilimon slowly flies in front of Jou and Mimi for no apparent reason.

In the dub:

Scorpiomon: Ooh! I just love clams! Joe: Hurry up! Now's your chance! Mimi: Get moving! Digivolve, Togemon!

Once they've Digivolved again, the dub gives Dopey Shot Lillymon a silence-breaker to at least lend some purpose to that moment.

Lillymon: Okay, Zudomon, let's GOOOOOOO!!!

And go, they do.

Zudomon pulls aggro, drawing Anomalocarimon's fire. Tucking down into a defensive position, Zudomon's hard shell tanks Anomalocarimon's Stinger Surprise.

While the enemy is distracted, Lilimon blindsides them with Flower Cannon. The shot seems to do little damage but pulls Anomalocarimon's attention away from Zudomon; A fatal mistake. Zudomon closes distance, calling Hammer Spark and slamming his Thor Hammer down directly between Anomalocarimon's antennae.

With a pitiful whimper, Anomalocarimon falls over on their back, defeated.

Inside the beach house, the children and their Digimon are starting to stir. MetalSeadramon's window of opportunity is closing.

Taichi: Hikari....

Outside, MetalSeadramon looms over the beach house, complaining about his tardy soldier.

MetalSeadramon: They're late. Anomalocarimon is late! What could they possibly be doing?

Meanwhile, Mimi and Jou ride Zudomon back towards the beach house. Lilimon flies nearby, while Zudomon drags Anomalocarimon's unconscious body along with them.

Jou: Faster, Zudomon! We have to hurry and save everyone!

In the dub:

Tai: Ugh... Kari.... (Outside) MetalSeadramon: Where is that fool with those other children!? I'm tired of waiting! (Zudomon on his way) Joe: Hurry! Faster! We gotta move, now! Did you really have to bring along a souvenir!?

Joe eases the tension by throwing down one of the funniest laugh lines in the dub thus far. Holy shit, that got me. XD

It hasn't been established what Zudomon intends to do with the unconscious Anomalocarimon, so Joe calling him out for that ambiguity lands hard. But it's also a joke that meshes and integrates with the tone, rather than disrupting it. A+

At the beach house, MetalSeadramon's decided that he's done waiting.

MetalSeadramon: I don't care about the other two Chosen Children anymore.

MetalSeadramon breathes fire into the air, intending to set the whole beach house ablaze. Jou, Mimi, and their Partners take cover behind the tree line.

Mimi: MetalSeadramon is planning to burn down the beach house with everyone inside! Lilimon: Come on! Hurry!

Lilimon, Mimi, and Jou race inside the beach house through a... somewhat unexplained hole in the beach house wall. Is that supposed to be the hole MetalSeadramon smashed earlier? Did he nervously pace around to the other side of the beach house afterwards? It sure looks a lot bigger than his head.

Lilimon goes for Taichi, while Mimi makes a beeline for Sora.

Lilimon: Taichi, pull yourself together. Taichi: Lilimon? Mimi: SORA-SAN!!! Jou: Yamato! Koushiro! Lilimon: (flies over the Digimon) Quickly, everyone! Tentomon: Huh, what's going on?

Out front, MetalSeadramon's finished testing his firebreath. He turns his gaze down on the house.

MetalSeadramon: FIRE!!!

He lets it rip, his flames engulfing the house in seconds.

In the dub:

MetalSeadramon: That does it! I'll worry about the other two children later. Mimi: Yikes! And I thought Shellmon's breath was gnarly! He'll toast them like marshmallows! Lillymon: This way! Hurry! Joe: HEY GUYS!!! NAPTIME'S OVER!!!

Joe yells at the top of his lungs while they're passing directly under MetalSeadramon's nose. Somehow, this doesn't give the game away.

Mimi's quip here is a little tonally inappropriate, but I do like the callback to her earlier barb at Shellmon. Mimi's getting a lot of fun lines in this episode.

Lillymon: Tai, you've gotta get out of here! Tai: Huh...? Mimi: Sora, get up! Joe: Matt! Izzy! Move or you're gonna be toast! I mean literally! Lillymon: (flies over the Digimon) Everybody on your feet! Hurry! Tentomon: W-What's going on!? (Outside, MetalSeadramon takes aim) MetalSeadramon: RRRRYAAAAAGH!!! (fires)

MetalSeadramon does not shout "Fire" when he shoots his fire. 0/10 Go to pun jail. For, uh, insufficient punning. For once.

As the beach house goes up in flames, the kids vacate through the big maybe-unexplained hole.

Taichi again takes responsibility for Takeru and Hikari, ushering them out of the building.

Taichi: Hikari! Takeru! Are you okay!? Hikari: Yeah....

Zudomon replaces the children with the unconscious Anomalocarimon. While the kids evacuate, he stands nearby. His shoulders vibrate to indicate that he is silently laughing hysterically to himself. Epic prank, bro.

MetalSeadramon: SIX OF THE CHOSEN CHILDREN AND THEIR DIGIMON ARE DEAD!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Anomalocarimon: (inside, wakes up on fire) EEEYAAAGH ATATAT!!! MetalSeadramon: ...uh?

Anomalocarimon explodes through the sand blocking the door, scurrying across the stand in flames. MetalSeadramon watches them go by in confused silence.

Anomalocarimon: HOT HOT HOT ANOMALOCARIMOOOOON!!!

Finally, when they reach the coastline, Anomalocarimon throws themself into the ocean to douse the flames.

In the dub:

Tai: Whoa! Hang on and keep moving; We're almost there! Mimi: Hurry up and let's get out of here! (Outside) MetalSeadramon: Ha! Farewell, DigiDestined! It was a rare pleasure knowing you! MEDIUM RARE!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Scorpiomon: (inside, wakes up on fire) WHAAAAUGH HOT HOT HOT!!! MetalSeadramon: ...huh? (Scorpiomon explodes through the sand barrier and scurries for dear life) Scorpiomon: OW!!! Who's the hot-tempered foul-mouth who--Oh, it was you, boss. Okay. No problem.

MetalSeadramon's "medium rare" quip is great. XD This episode is bringing all the best laugh lines.

I do prefer the original version of Scorpiomon's fiery exit. The dub's sycophantic joke is pretty good too. Both versions put comedic focus in different places, with Scorpiomon's bit emphasizing what a tool he is.

The original, meanwhile, emphasizes MetalSeadramon. He's positioned in center frame so we can watch his head turn and follow Anomalocarimon. The emphasis is on his stunned WTF reaction. Reality is gaslighting him and he is at a loss for words.

Both work on their own, but I like the original better.

Once Anomalocarimon is doused in the ocean, MetalSeadramon finally finds the presence of mind to make sense of what's happened.

MetalSeadramon: The six Chosen Children and their Digimon are gone! Anomalocarimon, what is the meaning of this!? Anomalocarimon: MetalSeadramon-sama, uh... You see....

Unfortunately for him, Anomalocarimon has no better idea of what happened than MetalSeadramon does. They were unconscious the whole time.

MetalSeadramon furiously wraps his tail around Anomalocarimon, hoisting them high up into the air.

MetalSeadramon: SILENCE!!!

MetalSeadramon drops them from a great height, finishing them off. We don't see Anomalocarimon disintegrate into pixels, but they crash into the earth and kick up a huge sandstorm on impact, then are gone afterward - Leaving behind only a large imprint in the sand where they fell. The implication is fairly clear.

RIP Anomalocarimon. Recipient of a prank so epic it got them killed.

In the dub:

MetalSeadramon: Huh? No! NO!!! THEY'RE GONE!!! ALL OF THEM GONE!!! SCORPIOMOOOOOON!!! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!?!? Scorpiomon: Uh, w-well, you see... That's a fair question... You see, it happens-- MetalSeadramon: SILENCE!!! (grapples Scorpiomon into the sky) You failed me and I will not forgive FAILURE!!! Scorpiomon: No, I didn't think that you w-OOOOULD!!! (dropped)

Scorpiomon remains a weenie to the end. XD

You know, I kind of expected them to add a line or two indicating that Scorpiomon survived that drop but I guess we're over that. A guy got stabbed in the chest last episode; This is going to be a hard arc to try and hand-wring about character death.

Once MetalSeadramon's gone, the kids emerge and discuss what Jou and Mimi learned.

Lilimon: MetalSeadramon seems to have left. Taichi: Everything's alright now. Mimi: Everything's not alright, actually. Taichi: Huh!? Jou: She's right. Taichi: What do you mean? What happened? Jou: Ikkakumon and Togemon weren't strong enough to defeat Anomalocarimon. They could only win after evolving into Zudomon and Lilimon. Our chances against MetalSeadramon still aren't very good right now. Taichi: So it's just like Piccolomon said. Even with the eight of us together, it's not enough to win. Could it be that the Digimon's evolutions still need improvement?

It was pretty foolish to assume we'd already done whatever Piccolomon thought we still needed to do. There's a long road ahead.

In the dub:

Sora: They're gone! Whew! That was a close one. Tai: But we came out of it okay. That's what counts. Mimi: I hate to tell you this: Everything's not okay! Tai: Huh!? Joe: Mimi's right. Tai: What are you guys talking about!? Did I miss something!? Joe: The Digimon still might not be strong enough. Both of ours had to Digivolve again before they could beat Scorpiomon and he was just a flunkie. Frankly, it's hard to see how they stand a chance against a fully Digivolved monster like MetalSeadramon. Tai: You could be right. Maybe Piximon meant something else when he said we were missing something. Whatever the secret is, we've got to find it if we ever hope to save the world.

Pretty faithful. We also see the return of the phrase "fully Digivolved" now in its new, more correct context. There are still technically Digimon beyond the Ultimate stage but those are basically one-off super-exceptions, not a whole category. When pressed, they often wind up classifying as... like... Ultimate but even more Ultimate-er.

It's pretty safe to call this stage "fully Digivolved".

Suddenly, Tentomon takes off into the air to get a better vantage.

Tentomon: What's that!?

Unfortunately, we will not get the moment to breathe that we thought we were getting. MetalSeadramon only fucked off to stage yet another ambush. Utterly relentless.

Taichi: METALSEADRAMON!!! Lilimon: I'll hold him here! The rest of you, escape on Zudomon's back! Mimi: LILIMON!?!?

Initially, MetalSeadramon takes the bait. Without another word, Lilimon flies out to meet him head-on, then flitters around him and takes off. MetalSeadramon gives chase while Zudomon ferries the children away.

It doesn't take him long to realize the ruse, however. MetalSeadramon abandons Lilimon when he notices Zudomon escaping.

MetalSeadramon: You're all idiots! You think you can escape from me BY SEA!?!?

MetalSeadramon pursues Zudomon, quickly closing distance.

Tentomon: WAUGH!!! METALSEADRAMON IS GAINING ON US!!! Taichi: Faster! Get us out of here, Zudomon! MetalSeadramon: NO CHANCE!!!

Lilimon follows behind MetalSeadramon. In one last desperate bid to pull his attention, she fires off her Flower Cannon. MetalSeadramon's Chrome Digizoid neck plating deflects her shot harmlessly.

MetalSeadramon turns, offering Lilimon only one more moment of his time. Lifting his tail out of the water behind her, he swats her out of the air for an instant KO.

Mimi: LILIMON!!!

Lilimon powers down into Palmon as she falls, tumbling into Mimi's arms.

Mimi: (catch) Palmon!

In the dub, Tentomon doesn't see anything; He reacts to Tai wanting to find the thing they're missing.

Tentomon: Yeah, so the sooner, the better! (MetalSeadramon emerges from the waves) Tai: It's MetalSeadramon again!

The dub puts a commercial break here. Good place for it. Solid cliffhanger. Then they add some extra dialogue to the chase sequence.

Lillymon: Alright, I'll draw him off! Zudomon, you get the others out of here. (Lillymon flies out to confront MetalSeadramon) Lillymon: Yoo-hoo, you big ugly--WHOA! (Lillymon swerves and changes course) Lillymon: Just my luck! He's fast too! (Zudomon tries to escape) Joe: Come on, Zudomon! Move it! Move it! (MetalSeadramon chases Lillymon, but then stops and notices Zudomon escaping) Mimi: Has he seen us? Tai: I don't know, and I don't want to find out! MetalSeadramon: Pathetic little fools! You think you can escape me BY SEA!?!? Tai: I think it's safe to say he's seen us! Tentomon: WAUGH!!! FASTER, ZUDOMON!!! WE NEED SPEED!!! Tai: Yeah, stop dog-paddling! MetalSeadramon: TONIGHT YOU SLEEP WITH THE FISHES!!!

Taichi's quip didn't land for me, but MetalSeadramon's did. Goddammit. XD

Glad they kept the "You think you can escape me by sea!?" bit.

Once Lilimon's out of the fight, MetalSeadramon turns his full attention to Zudomon. He sinks down beneath the waves, vanishing into the murky water.

The children are left in silent anticipation, watching the ocean waves to try and find where MetalSeadramon will emerge. Then, suddenly, his horn breaches the water.

Taichi: Here he comes! Jou: Zudomon!

MetalSeadramon charges at full speed, ramming Zudomon's side and sending the kids on his back tumbling into the ocean. While the kids flounder in the water, Zudomon turns and headbutts MetalSeadramon's serpentine body, knocking him back a bit.

MetalSeadramon follows up with Ultimate Stream, firing straight into the hard shell on Zudomon's back. Zudomon's shell offers no protection from MetalSeadramon's signature move. The shot obliterates what strength Zudomon had left, knocking him back and degenerating him into Gomamon.

Gomamon comically lands on Jou's face, pushing them both underwater.

Jou: AUGH GOMAMON Ablrblurbb.... MetalSeadramon: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Even MetalSeadramon thought it was funny.

The dub, of course, gives the kids some dialogue while they wait for MetalSeadramon.

Tai: Uh-oh. Joe: Is he gone? Mimi: I don't think so! Sora: I can't stand this waiting! Matt: I bet he's right below us! Tai: Shh! Knock it off! (MetalSeadramon emerges on a collision course) Tai: WHOA!!! HE'S RAMMING US!!! Agumon: Hang on! (MetalSeadramon rams Zudomon. They fight; MetalSeadramon obliterates Zudomon.) MetalSeadramon: Never send a Rookie to do a Mega's work! Narrator: Stuck in the middle of the ocean, the DigiDestined are at MetalSeadramon's mercy. What will happen on the next Digimon: Digital Monsters?

Uh, you sent an Ultimate to do a Mega's work earlier, but I get the sentiment.

The dub ends the episode here, presumably to make up screentime they had to spend on the end of last episode. But there's one more scene to go. A great shadow passes beneath the Chosen Children.

MetalSeadramon: Huh? Taichi: WHAMON!!!

Whamon explodes from the water, throwing themself full-speed into MetalSeadramon and body slamming them into the ocean. Then, before MetalSeadramon, Whamon scoops the children up in their mouth.

Taichi: WE'RE SAVED!!! WHAMON WILL PROTECT US WITH HIS BODY!!!

MetalSeadramon recovers in time to catch Whamon's departure. Whamon swims deep into the ocean, escaping from the Dark Master.

MetalSeadramon: Chosen Children and your Digimon.... YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE!!!

The Japanese version leaves off there, on a promise of pursuit by a furious and relentless sea dragon.

Assessment: MetalSeadramon is my favorite of the Dark Masters. There's something about a sinister sea dragon that's so unlike everything else they've fought before. The same can be said of Mugendramon and Pinochimon too, but MetalSeadramon also has that unique aquatic aesthetic going for him.

This episode serves as our proper introduction for the kind of villain MetalSeadramon is: A relentless pursuer hammering the children with an unyielding onslaught of attacks. He's basically doing what Etemon was trying to do, and it's working. He's had them on the backfoot for the entire episode, despite some setbacks.

When he screams "You won't escape" at them at the end, I believe it.

The dub made some questionable choices at the start of this one. Cohesive storytelling is, as usual, their weak point. But their quipping game was superb. Once the action started, the dub was nailing zingers left and right

And since a large chunk of this episode was action, the dub came home with a lot more W's than L's this time around despite its bizarre narrative choices.

#digimon #digimon adventure #revisiting digimon #revisiting digimon adventure

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maximumqueer · 6 months

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I adore Monkey D. Luffy as a protagonist so much, it's not even funny. He is such a wonderfully written character that fully shattered all of my expectations of him when I first started the series 6ish months back (shoutout to the live action series for actually being good and getting me to take that jump).

Like, the main thing holding me back from the series wasn't even the episode/chapter count, I powered through shit like Supernatural and Doctor Who as a kid, long series don't intimidate me all that much. What did stop me from watching it was my assumption that Luffy was going to be a 'typical' Shonen protag, whose main character trait would be being really strong and not much else. I was expecting him to be a flat audience stand in that the young teen boy demographic it was originally aimed for could project their power fantasies onto. I was expecting a stereotypical hero's journey paired with an everyman protagonist.

Which is why when when that trope was completely subverted in the first chapter of the magna/when we learn about his first backstory in general, I was pleasantly surprised. Shanks doesn't take Luffy under his wing, isn't the person who brings Luffy into the world of pirates, Luffy is the one who sets off alone after Shanks refuses to take him, leaving Luffy to his devices to pursue his dreams.

An issue I have with the hero's journey is that it feels formulaic to the point of robbing the MC of agency (obviously not all stories that follow the hero's journey do this, it's just a semi-common pattern I've noticed) . The mentor figure brings the protag into the strange new world, often times without the protag knowing anything about the new world they are entering, and in many cases, did not actively choose to enter. Which is why having a protagonist like Luffy, who is very active in his own story, who decides for himself to be a pirate, and who has strong and consistent characterization to explain his decisions and actions is so nice to see.

A small, silly little moment that really exemplifies this for me is real early on when it's just Luffy and Zoro in the little dingy, and Luffy attempts to catch that bird and instead gets carried off by it to Orange Town. Like, it was obviously a plot device to get the Luffy and Zoro from point A to point B, but instead of having the bird swoop down and snatch up Luffy, making him passive in that moment, Oda has Luffy be the one to engage with the bird first. It's such a small detail, but really stands out to me as an early example of Luffy's decisions directly leading plot advancement.

Anyways, love Luffy. He is my favorite chaotic little gremlin who will now forever be bouncing around in my head like a game of Pong.

#one piece #monkey d luffy #one piece meta

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sleeplesssmoll · 9 months

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So I've been reading the traces recently and came across a line that seems like it should be important to well at least something but I haven't seen anyone talk about it? Here's the line btw:

It's specifically the "you're imitating the Messiah" Part that's like making me think. So uhh yeah I just wanted to share it.

Sorry if it's a strange thing to send I wanted to see someone else's opinion on it.

Reverse1999 loves to put Vertin in the position of Jesus. We saw this at the end of Chapter 2 where she was sitting in Judas's position and Schneider was in Judas's spot. Arcana calls her "the savior" and describes Vertin in an almost biblical manner whenever she's interacting with her. Even her little Suitcase is called an "ark". However, this instance is a bit different.

Disclaimer, Idk much about religion but I did try to look this bit up because it reminded me of something too. If anyone has more experience in the matter pls feel free to correct me or add on. I will do my best but I might get stuff wrong.

Note: Vertin was placed in a coma because the Foundation wanted her out of the way. This is relevant to the theory.

Here is what I found:

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The Jewish high priests were apparently looking for a reason to get rid of Jesus. As the revolutionary leader of a new movement that challenged the religious status quo, he posed a threat to their power. But they couldn’t just take action themselves. Ultimately, sentencing was up to Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor at the time. And they needed to provide him with a legal justification for Jesus to be crucified. The trial of Jesus A number of witnesses testified against Jesus before the Sanhedrin, a Jewish court. Although the Gospel of Mark says many of them gave false testimony, Jesus didn’t confirm or deny their accusations. In fact, Jesus remained quiet through most of his trial, refusing to respond to the charges leveled against him. But he did respond to one question. Asked, “Are you the Messiah?” he seemed to admit that he was. Caiaphas, the chief priest, called this blasphemy. And then the others agreed that Jesus should be put to death.

This trial parallels Vertin's story.

Moving on, this trail is in the chapter where Madam Z is playing ping-pong while trying to convince her friend to vote for her decision. The whole thing is an analogy to referring to how Vertin started off as the simple Timekeeper who kept records of the end of eras and now she plays this pivotal role that is rocking Foundation's core. She is the real ping-ping ball being batted between two factions of the Foundation. She has no say in the matter because she is now an object in a bigger game. Her fate relies on the people around her. Poor little Vertin is always a pawn in someone else's game. I highlighted some bits in red from the trail posted below that helped me put it together in my head. You can see it if you click "Keep reading." I hope this helps!

Also, thanks for giving me a chance to really look at this. I glossed over it the first time but the scene is even more intense now and I have a deeper appreciation for it. Any corrections or additions are welcome cause I'm out of my depth here.

Source: Chapter 4-16 Ball Game

Ping, pong. Ping, pong. Ping pong ping pong ping, pong. Ping. Pong.

An imitation show?

Yes, an imitation show. A ball imitation show, little thing.

You're imitating the Messiah, while I'm imitating an orange ball made of plastic.

Being pushed back and forth by two rackets, I have nowhere else to go. Once they apply a force on me, I can't help bouncing to the sky.

You can see how the air flows across my dry, wrinkled skin ...

Oh, what a coincidence! Aren't you in the same situation as mine now!

Ha! Look at your frowning face-

Your face wrinkles from the eyebrows to the nose tip, but people can barely see those light furrows. We know what that means. You have a poker face, and it's never your fault.

But for now, your face is not the thing that matters. Well, maybe for someone it is, but still, it's not. You know what really matters?

The game! Yes, it's the game, of course the game matters!

Everyone loves the game. They gather at the stadium, yelling or roaring vehemently. They choose one team to become its fan and spend good money on a team uniform or an autographed ball.

Yet, it's just a ball. You see where I'm coming from?

Just a ball. Its outline, a circle, could be found in any geometry textbook and anywhere in this world. When the first hominid picked up a coconut and threw it to the sky-and caught it—and threw it—and caught it-and threw it again, when she felt joy and yelped, had she ever thought of the future?

The future where a simple ball has become so complicated and enchanting, now we call it the present.

Complicated and enchanting?

Hahahahahaha! Yes, sure! Complicated and enchanting!

Use your silly and smart head to think about this ball game carefully.

The complex scoring rules, the harsh requirements for reactive agility, the countless possible foul points ... Your fingers, your wrists, and arms, a correct way of using them will lead to victory!

What matters more is, like every ball game, it focuses on how you serve the ball and hitting it back.

It's not an easy job as it sounds. When you are in the game, you need to concentrate. Where will the ball come from, and how will you return it to your opponent-you need to figure that out within half a second.

Use your power in a proper way, move your feet in a stable pace, inhale and exhale at the right timings.

Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong...

The sound will last forever and ever until that bouncing little thing falls to either side of the court.

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 lore #ask #religion is everywhere #everywhere

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hi im very obsessed with lethal company rn and my friends and i play at least twice a week. your youtube au is bouncing around my brain like pong (1972 arcade game). if possible can you analyse their playing strategies? like one of my friends goes in and finds loot really quickly. another mans the monitor for monsters and doors and turrets/mines. i have a scaredy cat friend who likes chaos so he inverse teleports at the start and then screams until he finds his way back to the ship again. i myself am the logger (i go around scanning the monsters and finding the sigurd logs). ty :) sorry if im bothering you

Gaz starts out as the player to full charge in but he keeps dying to fall damage/falling off the map. He ends up spectating so much but it's okay, his friends are pure content machines.

Alex and Soap are like a power duo. Soap runs in head first while spamming scan. He finds the monsters, he finds the loot, but he's just running around. Alex is picking up all the loot and putting them at the door. He and Soap manage to escape like with 1hp every time. They get so much loot it's insane.

Ghost meanwhile is living like a chaos contract or some shit. He inverses in every time, runs around in the dark, maybe collects loot. He charges from the darkness every time he sees Soap cause it scares the Scot every time. He'll maniacally cackle as he runs back into the darkness.

Gaz loves spectacting Ghost the most because he's muttering to himself the entire time. He's just so funny.

There are so many clips of Soap screaming as Ghost scares him and Ghost running away laughing.

#waiting for the day i get the motivation to write for this au again #youtuber au #gaz is a gamer #snootles's askbox #snootles answers

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Give and Take - Chapter 7

Joe let the warm water run down the front of his head as he gripped the wall in front of him, stroking himself.

'Taking hold of your plump ass as you grind against him, his mouth hangs agape looking at your face scrunched up in pleasure.

"Joe!" you cry out in a breathy moan.

“Faster … faster.” You whine, bouncing up and down on his cock. Joe bucks his hips up into you, matching your rhythm.

With a loud moan of approval, he feels you clench around him.

You move faster and faster pushing yourself over the edge before -'

Joe's core clenches and shakes and his breath hitches as he ejaculates into his hand.

With his eyes screwed shut, choking to catch his breath, he tries to keep himself from collapsing.

He really tried to refrain from touching himself, but all he could think about lately was the moment between him and Anna. For a second, he thought maybe he would get to taste her lips.

It was incredibly difficult for him to justify that the interruption from AJ was a good thing. Sure, the whole 'friends' thing would have gone out the window, but you had practically gave him an opening during your chat.

Making his way down to the living room, you and Tana are sat on the couch watching some sort of reality show.

The two of you exchange small, closed mouth smiles, like you awkwardly have been for the last 2 weeks.

It was killing him not to talk to you normally.

Little did he know, you felt the same way.

You were incredibly embarrassed, for one. After spilling your guts to Joe, you didn't want him to think you were desperate.

You both needed to clear the air, because nothing did actually happen. It was just a matter of who broke the ice first.

It was Friday night, but instead of clubbing, you suggested a chill night in, to Tana's dismay.

It was like your own little house party. Music played, drinks were flowing and it was the first time in 2 weeks you had felt relaxed in front of Joe. Partly because you were avoiding each other, but in a group setting things felt ... normal.

"Let's play never have I ever!" Tana screams.

A colossal groan erupts from the group.

"I'm not playing your fuckin' games anymore!" You say, remembering the first night you all had met Joe and Ja'Marr.

With the tension, if Tana asked anything outrageous now, it would make things a whole lot worse.

"Then what do you suggest?" She counters, looking at you with red squinted eyes from all the alcohol she had consumed.

"Let's just play pong or something over at the pool house. We'll partner up." You suggest, looking around the room to meet a bunch of nodding heads.

"Wait, wait ... pool house?" Ja'Marr asks in disbelief. "Your pool has its own house?"

"You haven't seen?" You ask with a laugh.

You motion for the others to follow you.

Making your way to the backyard, you point in the distance behind a couple of trees.

"Pool house is over there. Technically it's the guest house, but we'll hang in there from time to time."

"Oh y'all rich-rich" Ja'Marr says, causing Joe to laugh with the smile you adore.

Typing in a quick code near the doorknob, you push open the door, revealing the small, yet luxurious pool house.

There's a full kitchen, including a bar. There's a living room area with a large sectional, fireplace and flat screen tv. A short set of stairs leading to a bedroom and bathroom on the second level, and various arcade games scattered around open corners.

"Usually my Mom stays here when she visits. Or I'll come here to escape these lunatics." You say, rolling your eyes.

"Hmph, I forget how nice it is in here." Tana says, looking around in wonder with her hands on her hips.

"Don't fuck up my sanctuary now. You're not allowed." You laugh.

Everyone gathers around the kitchen island like usual, setting down the various drinks you all had brought over from the main house.

"I think we have a folding table in the closet for pong." AJ says, snapping open a beer.

Joe offers to help him retrieve it, setting it up in the space between the kitchen and living room. You and Tana set up solo cups in the correct formation and dig out a couple rogue ping pong balls from a junk drawer.

"What are the teams?" Nick asks.

"I think it's only fair the girls get one of the professional athletes on their team." Ja'Marr teases.

"Hey! Who says Tana and I can’t hold our own?” You ask.

"Because you guys totally suck." AJ quips and everyone bursts into laughter.

"I am not that bad!" Tana exclaims. "I'll prove it! Me and Ja'Marr versus Anna and Joe. Then we'll see who's the best."

With a quick glance between one another and a shrug, everyone agrees to pair up.

"AJ and Nick play winner." Tana says, putting her beer down to throw her hair up into a ponytail.

"Uh oh ... I think she means business." Joe laughs, looking at you with wide eyes.

With Joe's perfect aim and your competitiveness and enthusiasm, the two of you win every game.

With each ball that sunk into a cup, you and Joe celebrate, high-fiving and hyping each other up.

"Balls back right here!" You exclaim after you both sank two in a row.

Joe was oddly mesmerized by you the entire time playing together. He was amused at your trash talk and competitiveness. Things finally felt like they were progressing between you both.

After another easy win, everyone was sick of you and Joe's gloating.

"Suckers!" You scream, flipping them the middle finger.

"Unbelievable." Ja'Marr shakes his head in defeat.

At this point, Tana was unconscious on the couch after spending most of the time complaining that she wasn't getting a fair turn during the game.

"Sucks to suck." You'd say with a shrug, and she'd pout.

"Let's just watch a movie or something, I'm tired as fuck." Nick suggests, flopping down on the end of the sectional.

AJ and Ja'Marr seemed to be on the same page, except you and Joe. As everyone settled down on the couch watching Ted, not even the talking bear could get you and Joe's attention off each other.

The two of you sat in the kitchen giggling, cracking jokes about the others and rehashing highlights from the previous game.

“I am the best cheerleader! Am I right or am I right?” You ask, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Yup, you definitely need to try out for the Ben-Gals. We need you out on that field.”

For what felt like hours, you and Joe chatted about funny memories from your lives and future plans, playfully teasing back and forth.

Neither of you realized how loud your conversation was becoming until your brother had shushed you angrily, half asleep.

"Can you pipe down? Jesus!" He complained.

Sharing a goofy look, you and Joe venture out of the pool house, snagging a bottle of wine from the bar on the way.

"Jeez, tough crowd." You laugh.

"Ah, whatever. We'll make our own party." Joe replies, waving the bottle in front of him.

The two of you walk side by side along the path back to the main house in peaceful silence for a moment.

Joe cracks the seal on the head of the wine bottle and takes a long swig before holding it out towards you.

Following suit, you let the cold liquid run down your throat, easing more of the tension between the two of you.

"So ... when's the album coming out?" Joe asks.

"Soon." you smile, "It's a story start to finish, but I don’t think it’s complete yet.”

“Writers block?” He asks.

“No, actually. I’m almost too inspired that I just keep recording, and I don’t even know which songs to choose for the final product.”

"Want to see my recording studio?" you ask him.

With an excited nod, you lead Joe upstairs.

The door to the recording studio is heavy and padded. Joe is intimidated by all the technical soundboards, microphones and other equipment around the room, surrounding the glass booth.

"Welp, this is it." you say with a shrug. "Except you've seen the kitchen island is more popular these days."

Joe nods with a smile, astonished by the glass case in the corner of the room, filled with awards. Grammys, which were the most identifiable to him, made up the majority of the case's contents. Record plaques adorned every inch of the walls, too.

Taking a swig from the bottle, you eye Joe looking around in awe.

"Different from a locker room, huh?" You laugh sheepishly.

"Very different." He agrees.

Watching him survey your accomplishments with a look of shock on his face definitely stroked your ego, but the buzz in your head from the alcohol gave you even more confidence.

Even looking at him do something so mundane didn’t stop the wetness from pooling in your panties.

He was just so perfect - family oriented, successful, kind … and insanely hot.

You shift from one foot to the other, clenching your thighs together to get some relief.

Before thinking, you blurt out, “Do you want to see my room?"

Joe's blood ran cold, and his heart skipped a beat for a moment. He whipped his head around to look at you standing a couple feet away from him, glazed eyes, blushed cheeks and a small smirk on your face.

He didn't know if this was a trick question or not. Was she going to think he was creepy if he said yes? Or yes too enthusiastically?

"Uh ... sure. Got any cool stuff in there?" He laughs.

“Tons.” You reply, motioning for him to follow you.

You knew exactly what you were doing. How else would you get him in your room? You thought, play it off like a house tour.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or your deep longing for physical touch, but you were suddenly ready to lay it all out on the table for Joe. No more walking on eggshells around each other.

Leading him down the hall, you dramatically wave around the grand master bedroom.

"Welcome to my lair." You smile, holding out the wine bottle towards Joe who happily takes it. His anxiety was through the roof at the moment. He wasn't really sure how far to push this situation without making it weird for your friendship.

With a soft click of the lock on the door, you lean your back against it, biting your lower lip in anticipation.

“You can sit if you want.” You shrug, meeting his wide doe eyes. He looks nervous, but that turns you on even more.

"Can I tell you something?" You ask, slowly walking towards him sitting on your bed.

Joe nods apprehensively, trying to ignore the twitch of his cock at the sound of your low, sultry voice.

With a deep sigh, you look him up and down, admiring everything about him.

Finally reaching him across the room, you slowly bend over to slide your hand around his to take the wine bottle. You take a long swig without breaking eye contact, while his mouth hangs slightly agape in awe just watching you.

Turning to set the bottle down on the table next to you, you find Joe's eyes again that have seemed to darken.

Sliding your hands up his abdomen, feeling his muscles through his t-shirt, you lean into his ear whispering, "I am so incredibly attracted to you."

Joe's mind raced with responses - none of them he deemed adequate for this situation.

Choosing the silent response, he swiftly wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in close until your lips meet.

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smutsmutsmutsmutsmut incoming 👀

#cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #au #joe burrow fan fiction #fanfiction #smut

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 1 year

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Stars Around My Scars

Chapter 9 - Things Inside My Head (read on Ao3)

CW// Masturbation, sexual references

The water was warm as it flowed down the column of Magnus’s throat, his chest and down his thighs. Magnus’s head was turned skyward, taking in deep breaths as he contemplated the slimmer of arousal low in his belly.

It was nothing, really. People could be turned on for no reason, at all. Magnus had personally, in the past, been turned on by watching a mortar and pestle at work, a pretty lady in a bar brushing some confetti off his hair, and mangoes.

Getting turned on by a pretty boy in a skirt was no matter of concern at all.

Nevermind that this was happening after a long dry spell with little libido. That wasn’t relevant at all.

Magnus pressed the ulnar mound of his palm to his lips, eyes slipping shut. He was reminded instantly of days long gone by, when he was just a teenager and his body was still growing, and he’d kiss his own palm dreaming it was another’s lips.

Today it was a Shadowhunter’s lips.

Ex-Shadowhunter, his brain supplied helpfully.

Magnus gasped, palm sliding down to his neck, while his other hand crossed his torso and wrapped around his cock, half-hard already.

He groaned, his head rolling back. The water was warm, and all was silent.

Magnus did not think of the silver scars across Alec’s body. Not of the long lonely years or the uncertain future ahead.

For now, he moved his hand rhythmically till he stood at full mast, and lost himself in thoughts of pale thighs and long long legs and short skirts.

Magnus whistled as he stepped out of the shower, one towel wrapped snug around his hips while another was grasped in his hands, drying his hair. Still humming, he slung the towel around his neck and headed straight for his dresser, where his hairdryer was plugged in and ready for his use.

Before he could even start the machine, however, through his mirror, he caught a glimpse of Alec sitting on his bed, staring right at him, cheeks blazing red.

Magnus cursed, immediately setting down the hairdryer and whirling around.

“Lilith-! How long have you been sitting there?!”

Alec blinked a few times in rapid succession, eyelashes fluttering, and then he said-

“I needed clothes.”

“Right.” Magnus sucked in air through his mouth and released. “Right, um-“

That didn’t even answer Magnus’s question.

How long have been here?

Long enough to wonder what I’ve been doing in the shower?

Long enough that you heard something?

Did you hear the way I gasped when I came?

Magnus snapped his fingers, summoning a pair of jeans and a black tshirt onto Alec’s lap.

“There you go,” he said casually. He was, however, absolutely dying on the inside.

Alec inspected the clothes, and looked up at Magnus. Somehow, his face grew redder. “I need underwear, too.”

Magnus was glad he’d already jerked off, or else this moment right here would’ve been his undoing.

As it was, he was still a sort of petrified at the mention of underwear from Alec’s lips. Right. Underwear. It was just a garment that every human wore. Nothing much there.

Magnus snapped his fingers again, and a pair of boxers appeared on top of the pile of clothes in Alec’s lap.

“Let me know if it’s not your size,” Magnus grumbled out.

Alec nodded, and his cheeks were still red, and he was staring - one second at Magnus’s face, then his chest, then somewhere else in the room, before eventually bouncing back like a perpetual game of ping pong.

“Well?”

Alec blinked. “Well?”

“Go on,” Magnus said, pointing to the door. “Put on your clothes.”

Alec’s lips twitched. He stood up, looking at Magnus curiously as he walked to the door, until inevitably there it was - the little ping pong dance. Face, chest, straight ahead as he walked out of the door.

Magnus sighed, nearly slumping onto the bed in relief. He recovered quickly and closed the door behind Alec.

Leaning against the door, Magnus made a decision. He needed to get this thing under control.

Magnus was a firm believer in the old adage, fake it till you make it.

So, he got dressed to the nines in black leather pants and a waistcoat (without the shirt, because it did amazing things to his shoulders), on top of which he wore a deep red frock coat. The look was completed with red highlights in his spiky hair, his usual sleek eyeliner, and the final deadliest weapon, lip gloss.

Magnus Bane did not go jerking off into the toilet at the sight of a cute boy. Magnus Bane sent others jerking off into the toilet at the sight of him.

Fake it till you make it.

Whistling to himself, he stepped out of the room, frowning when Alec wasn't sitting at the dining table, and then remembered they'd already eaten in bed.

He tried not to think of that.

"Alec?" He called out. "Where are you?"

"Here!"

Magnus whirled around, and found Alec in the living space. He was lying on the carpet, legs propped up on the couch, having dressed up in the jeans and sweater Magnus had provided. His hair still looked somewhat damp, but no less tousled.

Upside - he was no longer looking sexy.

Downside - he looked incredibly cute.

It didn't help that Chairman had curled up in the V neck of his sweater, tiny head tucked under Alec’s jaw.

Oh, fuck.

Magnus cleared his throat. "We, uh, we have to go."

Alec blinked. "Go where?"

"You need clothes," Magnus pointed. "Which means, we have to go shopping."

That did not come out with the flair that Magnus wanted it to. Damn Alexander Lightwood and his disarming cuteness.

Alec frowned. "Must we?"

"Of course!" Magnus said. "You need good, proper clothing to wear everyday, and going out will do you some good, too. Get up."

Alec pouted. "Do we have to go now?"

Magnus stood himself tall, staring down Alec with icy eyes. "Yes."

"But I don't feel like moving," Alec mumbled.

There it was again. Alec’s little pleading voice. Magnus wasn't going to give in this time. He wasn't going to allow himself to coddle Alec any longer.

But then, Alec shone his blue eyes at him, taking on an expression like a little puppy, and said,

"Please?"

#sams #fic100 #malec #malec fic

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immortality-becomes-you · 6 months

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RUMORS•e. munson

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chapter 10

Ziggy and Eddie had settled back into the boathouse, creating games to occupy themselves. They had decided on their own version of beer pong, only the ping pong ball was a pebble and the cup was an empty can.

"So, how many of them do you actually know?" Ziggy asked before pelting the rock on the ground, watching it tumble to the left.

"Who is 'them'?" Eddie asked, taking his turn. His shoulder brushed against hers as he tossed the pebble.

"Harrington, Robin, Dustin-" she listed off. Eddie cut her off with a small 'oh'.

"Just Henderson. He's really close with Steve, though. I know Wheeler's brother, too." He replied, keeping his eyes on the can as her pebble bounced off. He hissed as she threw her head back in despair.

"Is he anything like Nancy?" Eddie scoffed at the thought.

"Nah, he's a little freak. Loves D&D and his girlfriend from California." Ziggy raised her eyebrow at the picture she had in her head.

"Then he probably doesn't have one at all. Sounds made up to me." Eddie drew his hand back, ready to launch his rock before freezing. He tilted his head in thought, turning to Ziggy with a look of suspicion.

"Ya know, Henderson has a supposed girlfriend from out of state, too." Ziggy let out a low whistle, raising her brows. Eddie chuckled, finally throwing the rock and landing it in the can. He snapped his fingers and chucked darkly as Ziggy rolled her eyes at his celebration. She turned to mock him when she heard something. Putting her hand on his arm, she halted Eddie's movements and enveloped them in silence. A car was pulling in the drive. Eddie looked at her before his eyes shot to the window. Quietly, Ziggy walked in a crouched position until she could peer out. Her breath hitched. Eddie crouched behind her, resting one hand on her back and the other on the window sill next to her head.

"It's Jason." She whispered, ducking down when he glanced their way. Ziggy scurried to his pile of belongings, fishing his walkie out of one of the pockets as Eddie fumbled with something behind her.

"Hello? Dustin? Or whoever can hear, are you there?" She mumbled into the walkie. Upon hearing no response, she tried again.

"If you're there, we need help. This is a code red, emergency, life or death problem! Hello?" She turned to Eddie in a panic.

"Eddie, they're not answering." She sounded like she was ready to cry. He crouched down in front of her and held her by the shoulders.

"Okay, we've gotta go." Her eyes widened, ready to shake her head. He cut off her movements by nodding his.

"Yes, we do. Get in the boat." She froze, eyeing the hunk of wood.

"Eddie-"

"We don't have time-"

"Eddie, I don't know if I can swim." Eddie froze at her uncertain statement. He tilted his head, leaning closer with a panicked expression.

"You don't know if you can swim, or you can't swim?" Ziggy hesitated, staring at the boat with fear. Eddie shook his head.

"Doesn't matter; I'll be careful, okay? But we have to leave now." With a shallow, shaky breath, Ziggy stumbled to her feet. Eddie held her by the arm and helped her climb into the boat despite her shaking limbs. He released the boat from its chain and pushed off, sending them into the lake. Eddie paddled the boat while Ziggy kept her eyes on the house. He had sent them a good thirty feet into the lake when she spotted two figures rush out onto the lawn. She reached her hand forward, clutching onto him by his vest.

"Eddie-"

"Hey, freak!" Jason yelled across the lake. Eddie turned around to face him, cursing under his breath. Ziggy lightly shoved his shoulder forward with a whimper.

"Keep paddling!" She instructed as Jason started to shed his clothing.

"Where do you think you're going?!" He jumped into the water, bringing Patrick with him as they swam after them. Eddie moved to the motor, trying to start it. He yanked the chord repeatedly as they drew closer.

"Fuck it." He grumbled, moving back to the front to paddle while Ziggy shifted behind him, pulling the chord herself in an attempt to get it to start. Jason was right behind them.

"Go faster!" She yelled looking behind her to glare at the back of Eddie's head.

"I'm trying-" Eddie glanced behind him, eyes widening when he saw Jason reach up. Eddie lurched forward, trying to grab a hold of Ziggy before Jason could pull her into the water, but failing. Ziggy let out a screech as Jason's hand yanked her into the water by her hair. Eddie stood in the boat and held his oar up in the air, ready to swing. Ziggy tried to kick to the surface on her own, but found herself unable to breathe until Jason pulled her afloat himself.

"Ive got your girl, freak. Where are you gonna go now?" Jason looked behind him, ready to ask Patrick for backup. Ziggy gurgled on the water as Jason lost focus on keeping her above the water.

"Patrick, let's go! We've almost got him!" Suddenly, Patrick fell beneath the surface. Jason called his name again, hoisting Ziggy up further. Suddenly, Patrick shot into the air. Eddie lost his balance, tumbling backwards into the water. Ziggy gasped as his limbs started to snap, just like Eddie had described. She held her breath until every bone in his body was broken and he was released, plummeting into the water. Finally, Ziggy let out an ear piercing, horrified scream. Jason let go of her suddenly, submerging her in the water as he swam to his dead friend. Water was sucked into Ziggy's mouth, choking her as she flailed around beneath the surface. Eddie dove down, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her up for air. As soon as she inhaled, she choked on a cough, sending her into a fit and water sputtered out of her mouth.

"Cmon baby, kick." Eddie mumbled in her ear, struggling to get them to the boat. He held her to his chest and did a backstroke, keeping her head above the water. When she caught her breath, she immediately began weeping at what she had just witnessed. Eddie clutched into the side of the boat, pulling her in close enough so that he could latch her hands onto the side. His arms caged her in as she faced the wood, tilting her head up to keep from swallowing any more water. One of Eddie's hands left the boat to cradle the side of her head, pressing a kiss to the other side.

"I know, baby. I know." He mumbled into the side of her head as she let out a whimper. He wordlessly startled working her up and into the boat, where she laid her head down in her hands until he could manage to climb in after her. When he was settled in, he worked on getting them to shore and away from the scene where Jason held Patrick up in the water. He didn't say anything until they were on solid ground. Ziggy silently helped him pull the boat onto shore. Eddie stared at the ground with shaky hands, only looking up when Ziggy started to walk away from him with her hands on her head. He scrambled after her, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her back to face him.

"Hey, you've gotta stay with me." He quietly instructed. Her breathing was picking up. Ziggy's hands clenched into fists as she replayed the scene over and over again. Eddie shook her eyes open by jerking her shoulder.

"Hey, listen to me." He snapped in front of her, staring down at her in the darkness. She dropped her hands down to his shoulders, staring up at him.

"It's gonna be okay." She let out a sob, losing it again. Eddie's face dropped, pulling her into his chest where she could cry quietly. She gasped suddenly, covering her mouth with her hands and pulling away to look up at him in horror.

"Oh my god, Eddie, I'm so sorry." Her voice strained at the end, dying off into a squeak as the words caught in her throat. He had been telling the truth the entire time. He nodded, pulling her in closer again.

"It's okay. Now you know." He caressed her wet hair. When Ziggy's cries died down, she suggested getting away from the waterline, to which Eddie agreed. As they ventured deeper into the woods, Eddie began to recognize their surroundings.

"Hey, I think we're by skull rock." He mumbled. Ziggy clutched his arm as they walked, jumping at every small sound. Eddie lead the way, heading in the direction he thought the landmark was. He gasped when he found it, relaxing the slightest bit despite feeling Ziggy's trembling hands around his bicep and forearm. Eddie was the first to climb under the rock, spreading his legs wide enough for Ziggy to settle between them. She crawled closer to him, pressing her back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body. She had crossed her arms over her chest to keep herself warm, her hands finding Eddie's that were clutched to her front. As they sat on the cold ground, they started to shiver due to the night air chilling their wet clothes and damp hair. Eddie let go of one of her hands, making her panic slightly as she tightened her grip on his other hand, looking at him over her shoulder. Eddie shushed her, using his free hand to pull her hair over her shoulder. He leaned in closer, clutching her hand again and resting his chin on her warm shoulder as she looked forward once more.

The silence made Ziggy think. She was always a thinker, but the revelation that everything Dustin and Robin had been talking about for the last few days called upon some reflecting.

"I'm so sorry, Eddie." She whispered, letting her head fall back on his shoulder with closed eyes and a pained expression. Eddie shuffled his sprawled out legs, straightening his back against the rock he had been leaning upon.

"For what?"

"Everything. Not believing you, not talking about it, leaving you at the boathouse-"

"Hey, none of this is your fault." He ran his hand up and down her arm, looking at her from the awkward angle. Ziggy shook her head for a second, stopping when she felt herself bumping into him.

"I know. I just-I should've taken it all more seriously."

"Yeah, well, it's kinda hard to take things seriously when everyone is talking about a dark wizard and little girls with superpowers." Eddie smiled softly, trying to lighten the mood. Ziggy's eyes opened, staring at the underside of the rock that was leaned above them.

"Poor Chrissy." She whispered, thinking about the sweet girl who must have been so scared. Eddie frowned, pursing his lips.

"Yeah, poor Chrissy." He nodded. Ziggy finally turned to look him in the eyes. She licked her lips in thought.

"You've been dealing with all of this, and I was talking to you about college." Her voice seemed to falter at the memory, laced with regret and disappointment. Eddie furrowed his brows.

"I'm the one who brought that up. I wanted to talk about other stuff. It helped get my mind off of things."

"Even when we talked about sad stuff?" She questioned. Eddie's eyes shifted down to her pouted mouth and back up to her eyes.

"Even then." They looked at one another in silence for a few moments. Ziggy's chest shook as she exhaled a deep breath.

"When I told you to leave last winter-" she started, hoping that talking about 'sad stuff' would take her mind off of things too. Eddie gazed down at her with glassy eyes.

"-I didn't actually think that it would be, like, permanent?" The end came across as a question. Eddie furrowed his brows, nodding for her to continue as her eyes welled up.

"Like, I just figured that we'd end up talking again. Like the bullying would stop and we'd pick up where we left off, or we'd bump into each other after graduation or something." Eddie's eyes flickered down in thought.

"But even when I thought it would only be for a little bit, I was so sad." His attention found her eyes again, finding a small tear run down her cheek. He brought his finger up to brush it away, keeping it rested on her face as she continued.

"Because I wanted you with me right then and there. And then time passed and the bullying didn't stop. We never bumped into each other. Nothing happened. It was like I did all of that for nothing." Her chest shook as she tried her best to hold back her tears.

"I was kinda relieved at the boathouse cause I thought that maybe I was right about it all and we were gonna make up and all of this would go away and we could hang out again. But-" she swallowed the lump in her throat, shaking her head in fear.

"-but Eddie, this is so much more than I thought it was. I really might never see you again." Eddie shook his head, pulling her closer to his chest with a solemn expression. She cried into his arm as he pressed a small kiss to the side of her head.

"It's gonna be okay. We're gonna figure it out." He reassured despite feeling doubtful himself.

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