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[moody-alcoholic]

On a Wing and a Prayer

Part 5 - You Should Always Check Your Sources

CW: Angst, language, mentions of torture

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When you enter the room with John, Kate stands up looking over at you. She picks her laptop up like she’s packing to leave.

“Stay.” You say. You don’t want to be alone in a room with John. She looks at John waiting for his nod of approval before sitting back down. He walks over to a drawer pulling a file out. He hands it to you. You open it, the first pages are just generic report stuff. You flick through it until you come across some pictures.

Pictures, well CCTV screenshots of you. In London, you have no idea where they were taken or when but it looks like you. The same hair, even the same coat you wear. You’re meeting up with someone for coffee from the looks of it. You don’t recognise the other person though. 

“What's this?” You ask confused. The next page shows the transcript of a call between you and someone else. 

“A phone call between you and a man called; Andrei Nolan. He’s Makarovs right hand man.” John says you look up at him frowning. 

“I’m assuming he’s the man in the photos too?” You ask flicking back to them. You look up at John who nods. You don’t even recognise the guy, he could have been someone you just hooked up with or bumped into. You try to think back but the date on the CCTV screenshot is marked out. 

You hand the folder back to John. 

“I don’t even recognise the guy.” You say. You cross your arms, you don’t expect him to believe you.  

“We caught him in Russia about a week ago. He was more than happy to talk about your meetings.” John says.

“Meetings?” You question raising an eyebrow. You don’t like this, this is feeling all too familiar to the last few days. You’re one step away from having a rag pressed on your face again. 

“We assumed you were selling secrets to him.” Jon says. You scoff, looking over at Kate who tips her head slightly watching you both. 

“What changed your mind?” 

“Our mole in Konni gave us intel that exonerated you.” Kate says.

“That’s why it took so long, we had to assume the worst until we could prove any different.” He sighs, you look at him. “We had to do our job. If we didn’t we could have been accused of harboring a traitor, giving you special exemptions.” 

You laugh, you can't believe what he's saying. You can feel tears welling back up in your eyes. You turn away. You won’t let him see you cry. You hear him take a step towards you, you freeze. He sighs almost like he’s trying to find the right words to say. 

“I really am sorry. I never thought it would come to this but our hands were tied we-” 

“You had a choice.” You snap, turning back to look at him. “You always have a choice. You told me that once.” 

“I-” 

“No! You had a choice and you chose this. You could have let me rot in a cell for a few days. Or suspended me, hell I would have taken a flight back to the UK as a traitor. Instead you-” The words catch in your throat tears escape your eyes. You step back away from him, swallowing hard. 

“I want a transfer.” You say finally trying to keep your voice level. You wait for his response, your eyes digging into him. He straightens up, now he looks like he’s about to cry. Good, you hope they feel horrible for what they did. 

“Why don’t you think about it for a few days. You don’t have anywhere to be, you can take some time to rest.” Kate says. You look over at her.

“Rest?” You scoff, looking back at John. “I can’t sleep without being back in that room over and over  again. I can’t wash my hands or take a shower without having flashbacks. Everytime I see you I panic, thinking something new will happen, more ‘evidence’ against me and I’ll be back in that room again.” 

John doesn’t say anything, his eyes are relaxed, his lips pressed together. You hope the guilt is eating him alive. You can see the dark circles under his eyes, the way he clenches his fists when you talk to him. 

“I want a transfer.” You say again holding your ground. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t say anything, just nods his head slightly. You let out a shaky breath. You nod back at him and turn to leave, you thought it would feel like a weight has been lifted but instead you feel worse. 

You’re turning your back on the people you love, the people you spent the last 2 years with. The people you thought you would spend the rest of your life with. It hurts. Maybe more then the torture at least the physical part. The betrayal, the emotional toll of having the people you love hurt you so much.  

“Johnny knows by the way.” You say as you open the door and you leave without looking back.

—--------------

“You need to calm down Johnny.” Simon says as Johnny’s trying to get out of bed. 

“He’s right Soap, you’re no good to anyone like this, you've just had major surgery.” Kyle says trying to help Simon get control of the situation. 

“Fuck you.” Johnny snaps, pulling his arm out of Simon's grip and swinging his legs out the bed. 

“What’s going on?” John asks as he enters the room taking in the scene. 

“You tortured her. For 4 days you made her suffer, what were you thinking?” Johnny asks John in almost disbelief. “The snakes really? Low even for you.” 

“Does it matter?” John asks, coming into the room sighing. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” Johnny asks scoffing and looking between Simon and John. 

“Of course it fuckin’ matters. She’s our girl cap. Or did you forget that?” There's spite in Johnny’s voice as he digs his eyes into John. 

“Get back into bed.” John says walking up to the bed.

“Fuck no. I want to see her.” Kyle pushes Johnny back, keeping him in the bed. 

“You know she’ll just drag you back here.” Kyle says. Johnny grunts, giving up pushing against him, he’s too weak anyway. He sighs, shaking his head. 

“You really thought it was her?” He asks. 

“The intel we had was solid.” John says. Kyle scoffs this time, Johnny looks up at him raising an eyebrow. 

“Does it justify 4 days of torture though?” Kyle says, there’s spite in his voice too. John sighs, he can regret it all he wants but it happened and that's on him and Simon. 

“Regardless, we had to act on it.” Simon says coming round to the end of the bed. 

“We should have done it differently.” John says.

“You think?” Johnny snaps looking over at him. Johnny shakes his head again. He swings his legs back into the bed, Kyle lets out a breath of release. 

“I can’t believe it. You fucking broke her. The person we’re supposed to love. 4 days, 4 fucking days.” Johnny pinches the bridge of his nose. There’s silence in the room, tension thick in the air. 

“What are we going to do?” Johnny asks no one in particular. 

“Nothing.” John says, everyones eyes turn to him. “She’s asked for a transfer.” 

—--------------

You walk into Johnny’s room around midnight. You couldn’t sleep again. You’re sick of sleeping. The pills don’t help, they just make you feel trapped in your dreams. You try to silently enter and pull a chair up to his bed but he stirs awake. 

“Hey lass,” he says, turning in the bed to face you. He looks sad, his face puffy. He’s been crying. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whisper. 

“Come up.” He says shuffling in the bed and pulling the covers out the way. 

“I shouldn’t-” 

“You should.” He says cutting you off. You smile and reach town to take your boots off. He moves to get more comfortable as you climb into bed next to him. He immediately wraps his arms around you pulling the thin hospital blankets over you. 

You lay there for a few seconds, breathing him in. He smells of hospital, but there’s a hint of Johnny there, the lingering smell of gunpowder and whatever musky cologne he uses. It makes you smile as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Trouble sleeping?” He asks, kissing the top of your head. You hum. 

“Me too.” 

You’re comfortable laying up against him. Suddenly you feel bad for leaving, you don’t know how you’re going to tell Kyle and Johnny. You need to go though, it's better for everyone. You can’t work with them again, not after what they did. 

Johnny and Kyle will understand. You’re sure they will. 

“I’m sorry you got shot.” You say, it feels like something you have to say. 

“Shh, you saved my life love. I wouldn't be here if it wasn’t for you.” He says kissing your head again. His hands are running over you like it’s the first time he’s touching you. You know that’s a lie, you have to convince yourself they can save themselves. They would be lost without each other, they wouldn’t be lost without you. 

You’re going to miss him. You close your eyes, breathing him in relaxing your arm over his stomach while he strokes you. 

You’ll see them again, keep in contact with Kyle and Johnny at least. You just can’t work with them anymore. 

“I love you Johnny.” You say, it hurts. For the first time ever it hurts to say it. 

“I know love. I love you too.” You smile letting him hug you tighter. You try to stay away but your eyes are heavy, the sounds of the machines lulling you to sleep. 

You’ll tell them tomorrow you promise yourself.

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[vikasmama]

✮ thinkin’ of helping pitfighter!vi after a loss.

cw. — (men + minors dni!) afab!reader, lowkey pwp, public sex, mirror sex, free use? kinda, hair pulling, light degradation, creampie, butchcock ˆᵕˆ use of “pretty thing”, “gorgeous”, & “baby”, vi is going through it but she’s still a lover at heart yk

“aah! mmgh— fuckfuck! oh my g-god, viii!”

you’re shameless, moaning her name like you’ve known it more than half an hour. given, you’re being stretched out so good you can barely focus your vision and she’s hitting angles you weren’t even aware existed… how could you not?

“you’resso loud,” vi slurs her hushed words due to the fading alcohol in her system. “whole damn club’s gonna hear.”

anything she says is going in one ear and directly out the other. the swell of her dick inside you is immediately addicting. her rough, bandaged hands hold your hips tight, pulling you back to meet hers over and over with no escape. you’re holding onto the sides of this grimy bathroom sink like it's life or death, much more worried about staying standing than your volume. she’s big, and so fucking good, the drag of her heavy girth relentlessly pushing into you threatens to make you drool.

she lets out her own ragged grunts and moans as she commits to having every one of her thrusts knock the wind out of your lungs. she can’t control it. after such a horrible day, and a loss in the pit to top it off, there was you. so beautiful and sweet in the middle of this bustling nightclub, so eager to listen and take her mind off some things. then she gets you here and you’re so soft, pliant, taking everything she gives; she finally sinks herself into you, just the tip. vi’s been at heaven’s gates a couple times, but that feeling might’ve really been it. she couldn't wait more than a few seconds for you to adjust, plunging into you and chasing your warmth. now she can’t stop bullying her cock into you, forgetting the rage she’s been nursing listening to you fall apart for her.

“ffuck— aah ‘m sorry!” your words don���t come easy. you can literally feel her in your throat. “you- nggh, you’re so deep, vi!”

“you don’t even give a fuck, huh? wan’ people to hear? those friends you were with- haah, know you’re this much of a whore?”

a long whine leaves you at the name she uses, your thighs shaking a bit. along with your incessant moans, the obscenely wet sounds of your cunt sing beneath you, filling the dark bathroom. yet your voice, your response is the one thing she doesn’t hear, and she frowns at the realization that she doesn’t like being ignored.

vi snakes a hand up the expanse of your back, fisting it in your hair once she reaches your nape. she cranes the top half of your body up so you’re facing the mirror in front of you, and now you can also watch how deliciously she splits you open from behind. a sob catches in your throat at the image. the dim lighting above shrouds you both, luckily enough to highlight the sweaty, debauched faces you both made. “look at yourself, baby. so fuckin’ sloppy,” vi emphasizes her last word with a sharp thrust. it makes your eyes scrunch close, and without missing a beat her grip in your curls tightens. she pulls you up and back at attention, harshly. “look.”

staring at yourself, growing dumber and dumber by the second — god, it’s hot. some of her fighting makeup is smudged against your cheeks from aggressive kissing earlier. your mouth falls open repeatedly with the sounds she fucks out of you, lurching forward towards your reflection with each movement. you two make eye contact in the mirror, and she smiles deviously, leaning her strong body over you and bringing your faces side by side. she exhales a moan as you clench around her, your walls lovingly hugging each vein and groove of her length.

“such a pretty thing like you gettin’ dicked down by a stranger.” she coos next to your ear, highlighting the depravity of your situation. your pussy talks back for you, squelching from the vigor of vi’s fucking. the slaps of skin against skin start to reverberate louder as your wetness cascades down your thighs, sticking to both of you in a lewd mess. she just won’t let up, fuck, you’re getting close.

her piercing gaze meets your fucked out one and her eyes could roll back because you look good. so fuckin’ sexy taking her dick like this, like you were made just for this, for her. she isn’t even mad anymore. it’s selfish and strange because you’ve just met, but right now vi thinks she could have you bent over every surface she could find for the rest of time.

she leans back and continues using your hair as leverage to fuck into you as deep as she was. she tucks some stray hairs out of your pretty face, helping both of you see better. the hold she has in your hair starts to sting and yet it feels great, the searing pain balancing with the overwhelming pleasure you feel with each kiss to your cervix. her cockhead twitches inside you at the same time you feel that unmistakable pressure in your core. you're so full, almost too full, and you're delirious - would it be so bad to let her cum inside you? you whimper at the thought and she almost laughs, though she’s cut off by her own desperate moans.

"s-shit, baby, oh my..." vi trails off, thrusts losing power as she grows more sensitive approaching her high. "y'feel good, gorgeous? so- fuck, so fucking good, yeah?" trying to nod proved to be useless with her fingers entangled in your hair so tightly, and she wasn't accepting the lack of verbal answer, anyway.

"say yes." her demand is clear though her voice is hoarse with need. vi finds her drive again quickly, picking up her unabating pace. you cry out, gushing out against her as more of your slick is produced from her movements. "mhm, and look at yourself. watch how pretty you are cummin' all over me. gonna look so fuckin’ good-"

"yes! yesyes- mmph, so good. best i've ever had," you're babbling, loud. she's in awe of you, the crease of your brows, your pink, swollen lips catching every desperate plea that tumbles out your mouth, the way your eyes once again catch hers in the mirror as you continue to beg. "hah, i'm gonna cum! gonna cum for you, vi pleease."

"yeah, i know. cum on my dick, baby, c'mon." vi releases your hair to resume her hold on your hips, roughly prodding the flesh as she fucks you through it with the same force she'd consistently kept. your moans compete with the club's speakers, at this point. vi's breath hitches as she feels her own climax build once again, letting such cute whines slip past her lips behind you. fuck, you love it, you can't get enough—

"inside, ngh, please! cum inside, fill me up!" before your brain can properly connect to your mouth, you're begging for her to breed you, stuff you fuller than you already were. and to your delight, with the immediate spike in her speed and the dirty, filthy way she starts to moan alongside you, you were gonna get just that.

"fuck, what a slut. i'mma give it to you, all of it, baby. fuckfuck-"

as soon as you feel your coil burst, cumming over her and squeezing her tighter than she's ever felt, vi's cursing and trying not to double over on top of you as her dick spurts. you can feel that she cums a lot, the warmth coating every single inch of your walls. she feebly thrusts a few more times, just working you both through the aftershocks of cumming so hard before she starts to shiver from the overstimulation. still, she stays plugged inside you which you're thankful for, letting out a content hum to self soothe. vi softens her grip on your hips, kindly massaging the areas while you both take a breather. you roll your shoulders back, wincing a bit at the ache when you rise from your position.

the light above the mirror flickers, and your eyes flit up at it before seeing vi, her gaze softened with a satisfied grin peering back at you. a giggle escapes you, and you give her the same sweet, gentle smile you had before you both ended up here.

"you feel better?"

"so much better. you healed me, baby."

— ♱*.ﾟvikasmama.

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Chapter 8- Something to Believe In

Summary: Frankie makes good on his promise to pick you up from work.

Word count: 3.7K

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (reader has a name/nickname, no use of y/n)

Warnings: Having a panic attack (cue Frankie to the rescue), mentions of death and grieving, angst, yearning, could we perhaps be ✨making progress✨?

A/N: Hi friends!! Thanks for bearing with me after no new chapter last week! This one's also on the shorter side, but that's not to say there aren't some BIG things happening 👀 My hope is to have another chapter done by next week, but with holiday business, it may have to be two weeks between chapters again (sorry sorry sorry!!) Thank you as always for your lovely and kind words, ily all so much MWAH

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Frankie, Present 

“I’m done at ten.” 

By the time he gets back home at 6:43, he’s already counting down the hours until you’re finished with your shift. 

Three hours and seventeen minutes, to be exact. 

For as much as Frankie could easily spend the next three hours and seventeen minutes doing nothing but staring at the clock hanging adjacent to the TV in the living room, he knows he’ll drive himself out of his goddamn mind. He needs something to do. 

If he keeps himself busy, he can’t fester on the million and one ways he could manage to fuck this up. 

Frankie forces himself to eat some sort of half-assed dinner, despite his nervous nausea that’s got the best of him. He purposely uses as many dishes and utensils to make a sandwich as humanly possible- if he does, it gives him something to do after. 

He cleans out his entire truck, down to vacuuming every last crumb crunched between the driver’s seat and center console. He debates washing the car himself in the driveway, but if he drives it to the carwash three blocks down the road, it’ll kill more time. 

On his way home, he stops at Auto Zone to get you a new car battery and exchanges it for your old one, dead, under the hood of your car. 

Frankie takes a shower so long, he can feel in real time the water shift from boiling hot, to luke warm, to ice cold. He washes his hair twice. His body, three times. 

He unpacks just about every item of clothing from his suitcase, laying them out on his bed in multiple combinations of pants and shirts, debating whether you'll think he’s a psychopath for showing up in a different outfit only a few hours after dropping you off. Frankie settles on shorts and a t-shirt- nice enough he doesn’t look like a fool, but casual enough for you not to suspect he’s been staring at every article of clothes he owns for the past thirty minutes. 

And somehow, after all of that, he still ends up in the Parrot’s Nest parking lot at 9:23. 

Thirty-seven minutes worth of waiting is a lot more manageable than the better part of three hours. 

Unfortunately, the last thirty-seven minutes he spends sitting in the parking lot are the most agonizing of his whole endeavor. 

He throws the last few innings of the Tampa Bay Rays game on the radio in the background, unable to stand the sound of silence that haunts him when he’s alone with his thoughts. 

Frankie tries not to panic at the fact that it seems like he’s forgotten how to engage in basic human conversation, praying that no one can see the way he’s rehearsing his greeting to you upon your arrival into the passenger seat. 

“Hey, what’s up? No, fuck, that’s stupid.” Frankie mutters to himself, running his palm over his face, “Hey, MacKenzie, how was work? No, ‘cause what if work was fucking awful and I’m just gonna piss her off more. Jesus.” 

He takes a few more long, deep breaths, staring at the roof of his truck while he tries to concoct the perfect set of words to string together. 

“Hey, Kenz. Kenzie? MacKenzie? Does she even fucking go by Kenz anymore? Fuck. Hey, miss me?” He jokes by his lonesome, his fake smile quickly fading at the anticipation of your response, “She obviously didn’t miss you, idiot. You’re lucky you can barley get her to fucking talk to you. Fuck me.” 

His pained groan and scrunched shut face are enough cut off the awareness to his surroundings just long enough to leave him oblivious to the fact you’ve not only exited the Parrot’s Nest, but have made your way across the parking lot and have your hand wrapped around the passenger door, rattling the handle. 

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Frankie shouts, nearly jumping out of his own skin at the way you’ve announced yourself by shaking at the locked door. 

So much for rehearsing. 

“F-fuck-” He stammers, taking a moment to catch his breath from your scare, praying he hasn’t managed to shit his pants from how badly you’ve startled him. Once his pulse settles to rate low enough he’s convinced he hasn’t died of a heart attack, he leans over to unlock your door, unable to make eye contact with you as he grimaces his face in embarrassment. 

“S-sorry.” you murmur, sheepishly climbing into the seat next to him, quietly clicking in your seatbelt. 

“Jesus Kenz, you scared the shit outta me.” Frankie gulps, still trying to compose himself. He runs his hand through the curls of his hair, taking one last slow inhale and exhale with his eyes peeled to the floor, hoping the pink drains from his cheeks before he looks over at you. 

“Sorry, I- I didn’t mean to. I thought maybe you fell asleep, or something. You shrug, trying to defend your reasoning. 

“I wouldn’t offer to come pick you up and then fall asleep on you, I’m not that big of an assho-” 

Frankie cuts himself off before he can finish the rest of his thought, feeling the “L” and “E” of “asshole” die off somewhere in the back of his throat, killed by the death glare you give in proclamation of his own self-righteousness.  

He starts the car without another word, pulling out of the parking lot and hoping that his silence begs enough forgiveness. 

The crackling static of the car radio fills the void between you, Andy Freed’s ecstatic voice capturing both of your attentions enough to let the current state of the Tampa Bay Rays game shift your focus. 

“What’s the score?” You ask, nonchalant, eyes wandering anywhere but Frankie’s direction. 

“Oh- uh, I- I think it was 1-3 last time I checked, but it sounds like someone on the Rays just hit a sac fly, so I’m guessing it’s 2-3, now.” 

There’s a moment of silence, Frankie assuming you’ve got it in you to at least make one question’s worth of small talk. You seem just as surprised as him that you don’t let the conversation die there. 

“Did you um- you watched the game when you got home?” 

Your gaze won’t lock with his, but now, it’ll at least travel in his general direction. 

“N-no, I just uh- I just turned it on while I was waiting in the car.” 

“How long were you waiting for?” 

“N-not that long.” He barely gives you enough time to breathe, let alone call him out on his bullshit before he’s changing the subject, “How uh- how was work?” 

“Oh- It was uh- it was fine. Went by really slow. B-because it wasn’t um, it wasn’t that busy.” 

Frankie’s no code breaker, but he hopes the way you’re so quick to give him a reason why your shift had dragged on is a secret way of saying you spent just as long thinking about him as he did about you. 

“Sorry it was so slow.” 

Frankie knows his apology doesn’t do anything for you, but the way he’s picking each word that comes out of his mouth has him feeling like he’s tiptoeing through a minefield, too scared to make any move besides the one that seems the safest. 

“It’s okay, not your fault. That’s honestly part of the reason I took this job- was to give myself something to do, so I don’t spend every last second that my dad is alive dwelling on the fact that pretty soon, he’s not gonna be alive. It’s stupid, but I guess if being preoccupied with serving middle aged couples mozzarella sticks and over-cooked steak tacos for a few hours helps, then so be it.”  

He knows better than anyone that your attempt at humor is your shield, but it’s not hard to see how weathered and worn it’s become, barely hanging on by a thread to protect you from the worst battle you still have yet to face. 

“N-no, it makes sense. Distractions help. I-It’s been hard, having to see him like this. I get it.” 

His last sentence makes your head snap up from the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, Frankie hopes that maybe your attentiveness means he’s had a breakthrough, showing enough genuine empathy that you’ll cut him a little slack. 

When he turns enough to see the scowl plastered across your face, he realizes he’s stepped on a bomb, and he’s moments away from explosion. 

“Oh, you ‘get it’, huh?” You scoff, sadistic smile curling in the corner of your cheeks. 

Frankie can see the way your blood is beginning to boil, trying to backtrack as quickly as possible to find any way to save himself.��

“N-no- I mean, shit-  no, Kenz, you know what I mean.” Frankie pleads. 

“No, I don’t know what you mean, Frankie. Please, explain.” 

The way your arms are crossed and head is cocked tells him everything he needs to know. Against his better judgement, Frankie decides not to take cover. He goes headfirst into the warzone. 

“C’mon, Kenz, don’t be like this.” Frankie sighs, preemptively kicking himself that this is the route he’s chosen to take. 

“Like what?” You snap back, sharp and sarcastic. 

“Like it’s not hard for me, too. Like I can’t be sad about it. You’re not the only person who cares about him, MacKenzie. He was the closest thing I had to a dad, too.” 

“But he’s not your dad, is he? And if you were, that’d make you a pretty shitty son, wouldn’t it?” 

It hits him like a cold, hard slap to the face, the way you don’t dare to show him even an ounce of mercy. There’s something about the bitterness in the way you ask it that hurts even more than if you would have just screamed at him, cursed him out, punched and pushed him until he bruised. 

A stark silence falls over the car, tension so thick, it’s like a bag of bricks has been dropped from the sky, drowning him in a useless pile of cement. There’s no use in crying for help. He doesn’t dare to speak, simply out of fear that if he does, this won’t be the worst of what’s yet to come. 

Frankie stays trapped for what feels like hours, each second passing by more painfully slow than the last as you stare out your window, watching the shadows of street lights dance across your body, illuminating you just enough to see the way your chest trembles with short, frantic breaths as you unravel. Your sobs can’t hide behind the silence in the way your tears can in the darkness. 

“Do you know how fucking lonely it is, Frankie? How lonely it is when everyone you’ve ever cared about leaves you? It’s like I’m fucking Midas, but everything I touch, eventually, I lose. A life before cancer, my soccer career, an engagement, a future, my dad, you? You don’t get to tell me how hard it is for you, because you get to let go of what you want on your terms, when it’s convenient for you, don’t you? I’m so sick of losing, Frankie. I’m so sick of it.” 

He watches in real time how something inside you snaps, like a bottle of soda that’s erupted after someone’s violently shaken shaken it, the twist of the cap releasing all the pressure and tension that’s been stored up and compounded upon with each rattle of their wrist. 

Frankie knows he’s not responsible for all of it, but he's the last bump you can take before you have no other choice but to overflow, leaving every ounce of you to seep out, vulnerable and exposed. 

What starts off as softs sobs, quickly shifts to heart wrenching heaves of your chest, every word you’re trying to get out lodged in your throat. He sees how your eyes fill with fear at the way you suddenly can’t catch your breath, body shaking as you shrink into your seat, fingers wrapping around your seatbelt with an iron grip around the worn fabric. 

“Kenz? Kenzie, are you okay?” It only seems fair he’s completely disregarded everything you’d had to say, beginning to panic at your tremoring figure crumpled next to him, speaking in nothing but violent wails you can’t control. 

“I- I- f-fuck, f-f- Frankie, fuck, n- no, no, I-” 

He won’t let you finish your thought- he only lets you stammer out the few words you can manage before he’s pulled off on the nearest neighborhood side street he can find. He blames it on military habit, how quick he is to react in the face of your panic, but he knows damn well it’s nothing but instinct the way he’s all but throwing off his seatbelt so he can reach across the center console and wrap you in his arms. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here. Just try and breathe, okay?” Frankie whispers, squeezing you so tightly in his arms you just might break. 

“I c-can’t, I can’t, fuck, i-it- it, it f-feels like I can’t breathe.” You sob, feeling your tear stains pool in the fabric of his shirt covering, face buried against his chest. 

“I know. I know it’s scary. I promise you’re okay, it’ll pass. Just try and breathe with me, okay?” 

He hopes you don’t notice how shaky his own breaths are, trying his best to stay calm with each long inhale and exhale he takes. The wave of grief that washes over him is different than the one you’re drowning in, the kind that makes his heart break at the type of panic he’s known all too well- he’d give every bone in his body to absorb your pain and make it his, but the best he can do is hold you until it subsides. He’ll hold you all night, if that’s what it takes. 

It’s a few minutes before he can finally feel your heart rate starting to slow, the stiffness of your muscles beginning to ease in his grasp as you come back down to earth with him. Your tears haven’t stopped, but at least your chest starts to rise and fall with his. It’s a baby step, but he’ll take any steps he can get in the right direction. 

“There ya go. Just like that. It’s okay. Worst of it’s over, I promise.” 

With the way one thumb is gently stroking your back and the other is carefully brushing the back of your head, it’s safe to say every inhibition Frankie could have has flown out the window. He hates how there’s a selfish part of him that can’t describe the way it feels to hold you again, even if it’s like this, but that’s a battle of his own he’s not willing to face today. For now, he’ll accept the sweet bliss of his self-indulgence while you’re curled against him. 

“You’re okay, Kenz. I’m here. I promise, you’re okay.” 

Enough time passes that his t-shirt isn’t getting any wetter, finally brave enough to peek your head up from the crook of his neck to wipe your tear stained cheeks with the back of your hand. Frankie’s grip only loosens enough to let you sit up, arms still engulfing your frame, tight enough to make sure you don’t float away on him again. 

“I- I’m s-sorry.” 

It’s so soft as it leaves your lips, if he wasn’t waiting on your every word, Frankie just might have missed it. Little do you know, he’s hanging on your every breath. 

“Hey,” he pauses, your eyes locking with his, softly pouting at the way your panic has made your face red and puffy, carefully swiping his thumb across your cheek to catch the wetness still streaming down the corners of your eyes, “you have nothing to apologize about, okay?” 

He waits in the silence again, letting you softly nod your head in agreement, watching the gears turn in your head as you process everything that’s just happened. You’ve come to enough to notice the way his hand still sits on the small of your back- he’s just as surprised as you when you let him keep it there for another moment before subtly shifting back in your seat. 

Your face scrunches shut, wincing with the last few deep breaths you take, like you're trying to push the rest of it out of your system for good. Frankie runs his hand through his messy hair and down the nape of his neck as he takes you in, still riding his melancholy high of the weight of your body pressed into his. 

“Thank you. For um- just, t-thank you.” You mutter, too sheepish to look him in the eye again now that full blown embarrassment has set in. 

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” 

Frankie nods, trying his best to let you know that he means it- really, truly means it. It’s the way he won’t take his eyes off you that must let you know he understands, watching you shift just enough in your seat for him to notice how your body turns ever so slightly to face him. 

“They’ve uh- fuck, it just comes out of nowhere sometimes. It’s um- it’s happened before, but these past few weeks, it just- it’s been a lot, I guess.”  

“It’s been a while since I’ve had one, but I um- I got ‘em all the time after I came home. Feels like you’re dying. It sucks.” 

It’s not graceful, but it’s genuine. Vulnerable. Honest. Frankie knows it’s the most truth he’s given you in more years than he’d like to admit. It’s not much, but it’s enough to see you scale the top of the wall you’ve built between you and him and kick down one of the bricks that’s holding it together. It’s not much, but it’s one less brick than that wall has had for a very, very long time. 

“What are you talking about? That was so much fun.” 

In the shared moment of soft, sympathetic laughter, it’s that he realizes the softest smile that’s stretched in the corner of your lips. Frankie tries not to stare, but when he sees it, he remembers how much he’s hated living without it. He takes it in for as long as he can, memorizing every crease and crinkle in your face, no matter how subtle. He’ll soak in every second he can. He’s thankful he does, because it’s only a matter of time before it starts to shift, corners of your cheeks shifting as you pick at the skin around your nails. 

“I- um- I’m sorry- a-about what I said earlier.  I- I didn’t mean it.” 

Frankie lets out a huff of confusion, convinced you must be playing a joke on him with your unprompted apology. He’s almost tempted to laugh again, but the way your jaw shifts back and forth, anxiously grinding on your teeth while your eyes stay peeled to the fingers working away at your skin reminds him of every other apology you’ve ever offered. The same look when you accidentally popped the brand new basketball he got for his 13th birthday, the same fidgeting of your fingers when overreacted to the dent you thought he put in your brand new car backing out of your driveway, the same tick of your jaw when you had told him why you hadn’t written him more while he overseas on his last tour of duty. 

You really do mean it. 

“It’s okay. I deserve it.” Frankie admits. As hurtful as it was, he knows you weren’t completely unjustified in what you said. He also knows if you’re offering him an olive branch, he’ll offer you nothing short of a whole olive tree back. 

“No- well, I mean, maybe a little-” your sarcastic self correction makes him laugh again, something long forgotten warming in his heart at the way your hidden grin reappears in the corners of your cheeks, “No- I just- that was shitty of me to say. I’m sorry. It’s- it’s just a lot right now. Not totally fair to take it all out on you.” 

“I know. It’s okay.” Frankie pauses, captivated by the way your eyes flicker up to meet his, still wet and sparkling from the last of your tears, shimmering in the warm glow of the streetlights. He wants to reach out, to grab you, hold you, press you against his chest again and tell you that everything will be okay, but he won’t risk burning the bridge of the progress he’s built. Not yet. The best he can do is keep building, nail by nail, plank by plank. 

“If you um- if you ever need someone to- to talk to, or whatever, I’m always-” 

“I know.” 

There’s a different kind of silence that fills the empty spaces of his truck the last ten minutes of the ride home. It’s no longer heavy, burdened by pain and fear with every breath that enters its void. It’s the quiet kind of reassurance that doesn’t need any words. The kind that says everything it needs to from stolen glances back and forth, accompanied by the warmth of pink cheeks hidden in the black of the night sky. 

The last thing that’s said after he’s pulled into your driveway is a simple “thank you”. It’s only two words, but something about those 8 letters put together seems like enough to fill a book with how much it says. 

The only thing that says more is the way you look over your shoulder when you make it to your porch, so brief that if he wasn’t looking for it, he surely would have missed it. 

Because in that moment you look back at him, he swears there’s a smile straining against the line of your lips that you’re trying desperately to fight. 

Maybe he’s imagining it. Maybe he’s truly lost his mind. Maybe he’s crazy. Whatever he may be, Frankie Morales knows he won’t sleep a wink tonight at the thought that he’s finally the reason for the smile on your face again. 

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𝑨𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔

Chapter 4

Chapter(4) Title -> Nightmares

Chapter Warning: Angst, Smut, Mentions of death and reader/members being hurt, Nightmares, Choking (Good&Bad), Reader Can’t breath, Reader has bad thoughts, Smut-> Knotting, Doing it outside, tiny bit of degrading, alpha used, biting, rough sex, unprotected sex, Creampie, hand pinning, sorry if I’m missing anything, sorry for any mistakes!

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A/N: I know this took awhile and I’m sorry. It’s pretty long and has lots of different genres to it so I hope you enjoy!

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As the wind blows Part 4

You twisted and turned in your sleep, a nightmare on replay. A scene unfolding of the man from the store. He had gone after everyone in the pack their bodies laid under him as he made his was towards you. Your body jerked, you started talking “no! No!” You screamed.

Felix was waking when you started moving. When he felt you moving, when he heard you scream his body jumped up. “Hey hey what’s wrong?” He said groggily.

The man in your dreams was getting closer, he was covered in blood with the most sick look in his eye. With in an instant he was face to face with you, hand coming up to grip around your throat. You gasped for air in real life as he did so Felix freaking out as he yelled for Chan. He tried shaking you, tried waking you up but you were so deep in sleep. Felix was so scared he didn’t know what to do. Chan rushed into the room still being awake as he was working on stuff.

“She won’t wake up” Felix cried out.

Chans eyes fell on you gasping for air. He tried moving you like Felix but he was right, you weren’t waking up. “I’m sorry” Chan said softly before biting down on your neck, a serge of pain jolting you awake. You were gasping for air body in a panic. “Sh sh it’s ok it’s ok, I’m here it was just a dream” he said softly pulling you into his arms. You were trying to catch your breath as the world formed around you eyes still foggy.

“I’m sorry” you choked out seeing Felix’s body still trembling.

“Sh sh it’s ok, Lixie was just worried. Everything ok now.” Chan says rubbing your back. However you didn’t quite believe him waiting for Felix to give you some response.

“I was- I was so worried about you” he said in a cry making his way towards you. He sat beside you wrapping his arms around your side as he nuzzled into your neck.

After a few moments your breathing returned to normal some of the others coming to the room to see what was happening. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Chan asked. You shook your head leaning your body into him. You couldn’t shake the images from your head though, seeing their lifeless bodies. Seeing that poor excuse for a man walking towards you. You could almost still feel his hands around your throat.

Chan picked you up carrying you bridal style to his room tucking you into his bed. Felix followed behind still worried about you. “Lixie you can stay with us tonight ok?” Chan said motioning him to lay on the other side of you. Both men held onto you tightly none of you talking as you finally relaxed completely. You could hear both of them breathing feeling their heart beats. You slowly drifted off to sleep again no bad dreams this time.

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When morning finally came you were wrapped in Felix’s arms however Chan wasn’t by your side. You blinked your eyes trying to wake yourself up. “Chan” you said softly. Felix felt you moving pulling you close to him as he nuzzled his head into your neck. “You alright angel?” He said in almost a whisper.

“Y-yeah- channies not in bed” you said.

“He’s probably doing something, it’s alright I’m here though” he said kissing your cheek making you relax into his touch. He was right though, Chan was busy with something. He had woken up early sitting at his desk. He was scrolling through documents trying to find out who the man that had attacked you was. The black aura of hate radiating from him. He wanted to find this guy, wanted to make him pay. Although you didn’t talk about what had happened in your dream he knew it had to have been about him.

When you finally got up Felix still clinging to you, you both made your way to the kitchen your stomach rumbling. Han and Seungmin were sitting in the living room arguing over a game they were playing. Jeongin was curled up on the couch watching the show in front of him. “Dude I can’t help you just suck ass” Seungmin shrugged.

“Me? You fucking cheated!” Han growled back.

“Whatever you say bro” Seungmin said with a cocky smile getting up.

His eyes found you standing in the door way, the cocky smile turning into something more sweet. “Well hello there gorgeous” he said making his way towards you. You felt a small blush creep up your face at his compliment.

“Lunch is ready, come eat” Minho said sternly from the kitchen. He had made sandwiches and fries for lunch. You smiled seeing him and smiled even more seeing the delicious food. You sat down at the table grabbing some food. Felix slinking into the seat beside you, he didn’t wanna leave your side. Still worried about everything that had happened. As you ate you realized Chan hadn’t come down as if he could read your mind Minho sighed “I made him a plate if you wanna take it to him” he said pointing to the plate on the counter.

You smiled getting up however Minho shook his head “you eat first” he said. You gulped a bit before sitting back down finishing up your sandwich. You got up once more rinsing your plate off before putting it in the dish washer. You kissed Minhos cheek softly thanking him for lunch. “Yeah yeah go give the old man his food” he said turning his head trying to hide his blush.

“How come he got a kiss? I want one” Seungmin said with a pout.

You giggled making your way towards him kissing him softly on the cheek “anyone else need a kiss?” You teased. Of course they all raised their hands like little kids. So before going to find Chan you gave each member a sweet kiss to the cheek before heading upstairs.

When you got closer to his office you could feel the atmosphere shift. You felt almost uneasy knocking on his door. “Yeah?” You hear him say.

“Uhm, I brought you lunch” you said softly not knowing if he would even hear you.

After a few moments the door opened being greeted by a smiling Chan. “Thank you beautiful” he said kissing your cheek. “Did you eat?” He asked. You nodded before handing him the plate.

“I got some work to do today but if you need me at all I’ll be right here ok beautiful?” He said with a smile. You nodded once again looking up at him with those pretty eyes. He felt his heart thud making him blush a bit. He leaned down pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Don’t get into any trouble today I know how the boys are” he said with a chuckle.

You giggled “I’ll try not too” you said back. He gave you one more kiss before you walked back downstairs.

There wasn’t much going on today, the boys were all doing their own thing. Changbin at the gym, Hyunjin at an art show, Minho was out in the garden and the other boys sat by the tv playing games. You didn’t know exactly what you wanted to do but you didn’t want to just sit around today. You felt like you needed to do something so you started cleaning. You always did it at home when board just cleaning to pass the time.

You grabbed all the clothes baskets putting in a few loads of laundry, folding some that was already done. You cleaned the bathrooms and vacuumed the rooms with no one in them. You cleaned the kitchen a small bit but Minho always kept it so clean.

After a few hours of cleaning you grabbed a book taking it outside to rest under a tree. You leaned back relaxing after cleaning, the nice breeze making you feel so calm. The grass was so soft feeling it was like a shaggy rug. You let out a content sigh feeling like you were about to fall asleep. Eyes slowly closing as the wind lulled you asleep.

You weren’t even asleep for more than a few minutes before you felt someone approach you. “You really out here reading? What a nerd” the voice teased.

You slowly opened your eyes to see seungmin standing over you with that cheeky smile of his. “You’re just mad cause you can’t read” you teased back.

Seungmin couldn’t help but laugh he clenched his chest though acting hurt at your words. “I’ll have you know I’ve read many books” he said.

“Picture books don’t count” you said back quickly.

“You got a sharp tongue on you, it’s kinda hot” he said leaning down towards you. His lips hovered close to yours “better watch though, that mouth could get you in trouble” he said his smile turning into a devilish grin.

Before you could say anything back you heard Minho yell from the garden area “stop bothering the poor girl” he yelled.

“I’m not bothering her old man!” He said making you laugh.

“Anyways, you wanna go for a walk? There’s a really pretty lake just a little down the road” he said with a smile.

“Sure!” You said back.

He took your hand in his as you both walked down the road. He hummed as you both walked and you took note on how pretty he sounded. “The lakes right there” he said pointing towards the body of water. The spot itself was just so pretty the lake was located between the trees. The water looked almost clear and taken care of. You could see little fish swimming in it and little frogs hopping. You kneeled down touching the water.

“I come here a lot” Seungmin said crouching down beside you. “It’s my little secret get away” he said leaning his body against yours. A comforting silence fell over you both. You felt honored that he was showing you such a special place of his. Showing you a softer side from him.

He leaned his head into your neck softly kissing it. “You smell really good” he said in almost a whisper. His soft kisses turned to little nips at your neck before his arms came around you pushing your body back onto the damp ground. He moved his body on top of yours before pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet but hungry his tongue licking at your lips. He pressed his body against yours, pressing his hardening cock against your core.

“Y/n- need you” he said softly against your lips.

“Big bad seungmin needs me hmm?” You said with a smirk.

He let out a subtle growl “there you go with that mouth of yours” he said. “Maybe I should fuck you till you’re too dumb to talk hm?” He said making you gulp. The glint in his eye made your body shutter.

He moved his body down stripping you of your shorts and panties before bringing himself back up to your lips. His fingers danced around your clit making you whine. He nipped at your lips before pushing his fingers into you. He wasn’t gentle like he was planning on being. No. Not after you having to run your mouth. He curled his fingers into your cunt thumb rubbing harshly against your clit. Your body bucked up against his touch moaning against his lips.

He was quick to rid himself of his pants rubbing his cock against your now dripping cunt. “Remember that sharp tongue of yours while I ruin this pretty pussy” he said with a growl. He pushed into you quickly making your body arch off the ground. His hands gripped at your hips nails digging into you. His thrusts were rough fucking into you like he hated you. Your hand gripped at his arms trying to ground yourself only for him to take your hand and your other one pinning them above you.

“God- your cunt is sucking me in- she’s so greedy taking all of me and still wanting more” he babbled. His hands gripping onto yours gripped tighter as his thrusts started to pick up. He looked down at you with hooded eyes watching your face contort in pleasure. He let go of your hands, his hand coming down to grip around your throat. He applied just enough pressure that it felt good. You felt your high ready to crash over you, your cunt tightening around him.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you? Do you think you deserve it?” He said sharply.

“P-please” you whimpered out.

“Please what?” He growled.

You looked at him a bit confused not knowing what he wanted to hear.

“I’m an alpha to you know” he said applying more pressure to your neck. “Say it.” He growled.

“P-pl-please alpha” you said.

His eyes went dark before pulling out of you only to thrust back into you hard his knot pushing deep into you. You couldn’t stop your orgasm cumming hard around him as you felt his cum spirt into you. His hand on your throat grabbed at your face pushing it to the side to get a better angel at your neck. He sunk his teeth into you harshly with a low growl. “Remember that- remember I’m an alpha next time you wanna get smart” he said against your skin.

Your body was shaking from cumming so hard you felt a small tear fall from your cheek. Seungmins body stiffened at the sight “y/n-“ he said softly. “I- did I hurt you?” He said a stark contrast to how he was just talking.

“N-no” you said voice shaking.

He wrapped his arms around you as he started to apologize. “I don’t know what came over me- I’m sorry are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” He said cupping your face.

“No, promise” you said pulling him close to you.

You both laid there in each other’s embrace tying to come down from the intense orgasm. His knot started to go down and when he could he pulled out of you. Your foggy eyes looked around realizing it had gotten dark out. “They’re gonna kill me” seungmin said rubbing the back of his head. “Let’s get back yeah?” He said helping you up.

As you got back to the house you could see Chan and Minho outside. They both stood there arms crossed looking irritated. When you got close enough Chan made his way towards you both a scowl on his face. “where the fuck were you?” Chan growled.

“I’m sorry we went on a walk and” seungmin started to say before Chan grabbed his shirt.

“If you go anywhere with her you tell someone got it!” He hissed.

“I’m sorry” Seungmin said.

Chans head turned to you looking you up and down “y/n that goes for you! You should have told someone you were leaving!” He said.

You felt your heart sink feeling bad for making him worry. “I-I- I’m sorry” you stuttered out.

Chan let go of seungmin looking at both of you “go inside and get cleaned up, dinner will be ready soon” he said.

You both nodded walking past him. You went to the shower in your room passing the others who were trying not to look at either of you. You got to your room feeling your chest tighten. You felt like you disappointed him your mind spinning with not so nice thoughts. You turned on the water on getting cleaned up before coming out. You grabbed some clothes putting on a hoodie and long sweats. You felt like you just wanted to disappear. Sitting on your bed head in your hands as you felt yourself starting to cry.

Minho came to your room knocking on the door before opening it. You quickly whipped your tears looking up at him. “Dinner is ready.” He said staring down at you.

“I- I think I’m just gonna go to bed” you said softly.

“You need to eat.” He said.

“I’m not hungry” you said not being able to look at him.

He was about to speak until Chan came standing beside him. “Dinner” he said coldly. You didn’t wanna argue just nodding before getting up. Your legs felt wobbly, your hands a bit shaky. You sat down at the table no one really talking as they ate which made you feel even worse. You moved the food around on your plate just kinda staring at it. A small voice broke the silence “thank you for cleaning today” Jeongin said in almost a whisper. He didn’t look up from his food “you’re welcome” you said just a quietly back.

After everyone was done they all went to do whatever they were doing. You grabbed the plates placing them into the dishwasher and putting the food away. Minho didn’t stop you this time joining the others in the living room to watch a movie. When you were done you peaked into the living room before feeling like you were gonna cry again. You didn’t join them, didn’t feel like you deserved to. Everyone was sitting there besides seungmin who had went to his room right after dinner.

You turned walking back to your room, shutting the door before curling up in bed. You cried hard into your pillow again not so nice thoughts clouded your mind. You started to drift off to sleep after crying so hard.

There in your dream again did that man come back. Only this time you saw Chans bloody body by him “this is all your fault!” He said before the man offed him throwing his body with the others. You tried running in your dream but it was like you weren’t even moving. The man grabbed you by the throat like before gripping it hard.

“This is what happens to freaks! All you do is ruin everything!” He said with a sickening chuckle.

Felix being worried about you he left the group making his way to your room to check on you. When he opened the door he saw you gasping for air again his body stiffening at the sight. It was happening again, and he didn’t know what to do. He was scared to ask Chan knowing he was upset but he didn’t know what to do.

His body moved faster than his brain running back to the living room. “Chan- y/n- Dream” he breathed out. Chans eyes got wide before running to your room Felix right behind him.

He grabbed your body shaking you hoping he wouldn’t have to bite you. However you weren’t waking up again. You weren’t limp like last time though your hands pushing him away like he was the one doing it to you. “Wake up!” He yelled trying to get through to you.

You heard his voice break through your dream but it didn’t help. The man in your dream just laughed “do you really think he cares? See how easy it was for him to be cold to you? You think he really gives a shit about a freak like you!” The man said sinking his claws into your neck. You started to cough eyes watering at the feeling. It felt so real it felt like you were gonna die.

In the moment Chan quickly took your arm biting down on it harshly the pain like before jolting you awake. Your eyes going wide before you pushed Chan from you. You held your arm feeling your body trembling. You started to sob loudly tears rolling down your face. “It was just a dream” Chan said trying to move close to you again.

“No! Leave me alone!” You cried out moving yourself into the corner of your bed.

“Y/n, hey you’re ok” he said softly.

“No! No! I ruin everything! Just stay away from me!” You cried harder.

Felix came towards you wrapping his arms around you quickly before you could process it. “Sh sh” he said rubbing your back. Chan sat there almost frozen like he couldn’t believe what you were saying.

“Chan can you give her some space? Let me calm her down?” Felix pleaded.

He clenched his jaw getting up quickly in a huff before heading to his study. Felix held onto you tightly rocking you back and forth. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry” you kept saying over and over.

“For what angel?” Felix said softly cupping your face into his hands.

“Chan hates me- I- I’m sorry i ruined everything” you said laying your head into his chest.

His eyes went wide at your words not knowing what to say back. “Sh sh angel it’s alright ok, no one hates you.” He said.

You babbled out more apologizes before you drifted off to sleep once more. This time no nightmare. You were laying in your bed at home your mom stroking your hair.

“Pretty girl, don’t listen to what that mean man says ok? You’re not a freak. You’re one of a kind.” She said. Your body relaxed at her words.

Felix laid you down covering you up, when he realized you weren’t gonna have another nightmare he went to find Chan. Knocking on his door before going in. Chan looked at him his face still disheveled from everything. “She thinks you hate her. That she ruined everything and everyone just hates her.” He said softly feeling like he was gonna cry.

“When she wakes up I think we should all do something together. Show her she’s wrong” he continued.

Felix sighed wiping a small tear that had fallen. “Go lay with her” he said looking at him.

“She doesn’t-“ Chan started to say before Felix cut him off.

“Chan just go fucking lay with her” he said with a subtle growl mixed with a cry.

Chan just nodded getting up from his desk making his way back to you. He felt his heart ache looking at you he curled up beside you. Your body instantly clinging to him. “I’m sorry beautiful I promise I’ll show you how much we all love you” he said softly running his hands through your hair before he himself fell asleep.

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Jealousy II.V - Queen of Onychinus

Sylus x MC (smut, MDNI)

Warning: SMUT MDNI, MC's robe is a paid actor. p in v, oral (female receiving, overstimulation, size kink, breeding (if you squint real hard)

Word Count:1645, no proofreading

Preview: Took place after Jealousy II, NSFW

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On the way home, Sylus had his hand run along my left thighs. He hooked under my knee then ran his fingers up closer toward my heat then back down, as if to tease me.

Once we reached home, Sylus went over to my side and opened the door. He leaned in and kissed me, "I'm sorry, but I ask you to wait for me for a little bit. I have something to deal with. Then you'll have me for the rest of the night."

I run my hand from his chin, down to his Adam's apple and slide down onto his waist. "If you keep me waiting for too long, I will be taking care of myself and lock you out."

Sylus chuckled, "Yes, sweetie."

I took my sweet time in the bathroom. I put on a perfume that Sylus loves so much. Then I guided the thigh jewelry onto my thighs. It looks very beautiful and long. It went from my high thigh to near my knee. The chains looped around my thigh, with black and red diamonds on the chains. Some chains dangle, containing rubies. It sparkled brightly under the light.

Sylus told me to wear only that piece of jewelry. Even though he had seen me naked many times, I still felt self-conscious. So I threw on a red silk robe over me but left it untied.

I grabbed a glass and poured some wine. I stood over the large window, looking down on the city, waiting for Sylus. I knew Sylus went to deal with the so-called Mr. Mucker. I smiled to myself as I took a sip of my wine and placed it on the coffee table. It's rare to see Sylus jealous. I honestly would love to see his jealous face again.

I didn't wait long when I felt a pair of arms around me. I felt a lip on my neck, kissing down onto my shoulder.

"You're wearing that perfume." Sylus runs his nose along my neck as his hands roam on my body.

I hummed in response. "I thought you liked this one."

"I do. It smells so divine." Sylus turned me around and kissed me deeply, his tongue roamed my mouth. I held his head close, refusing to break off the kiss, even when I felt my lip sore from the biting. Sylus slowly kissed my jaw, and slid down to my neck, my collarbone.

"God, you're divine." Sylus groaned. He leaned down to kiss me again but I covered his mouth.

"My lovely husband," I pushed him lightly. "You made me wait for so long." I pushed him again on the chest and he staggered back. "A horrible husband, really." I pushed him again and he staggered further back until his legs hit the edge of the bed. "Left their wife alone for so long." I pushed him one last time and he fell onto the bed.

I climbed on top of him. My robe slid off one of my shoulders. Sylus' hand danced on my thighs, gently rubbing on my thighs and along the jewelry. "Sweetie, you know I had business to do. I ran here as fast as I could. You surely don't want to wake up in a cold bed, now do you?"

I gently took his chin, "You sure know how to talk. Open your mouth."

Without telling twice, Sylus opened his mouth. "Good boy," I said before devouring his mouth.

His hand went between my legs. I grabbed them and broke off the kiss. I smiled at him wickedly, "Since you're such a smooth talker..." His ruby eyes looked at me with anticipation. I climbed up toward him until my knees were on each side of his head. "We should put your mouth to good use."

Sylus grabbed my hip, trying to push me further down to taste me. I slapped his hand away. "Mouth only, dear~"

Sylus groaned, "You're killing me, sweetie."

I spread my legs, sliding further down until my heat was hovering just above his lips. "Less talking, more doing."

Then I pressed my heat against his mouth. He opened his mouth and immediately went to work.

His tongue went into my heat, tasting me. His mouth closed around my clit, sucking me. I went from moaning to gasping. Sylus was groaning, and I shook from the vibration. I gripped onto the bedsheet for support. I felt pleasure building up and I came undone onto Sylus' mouth. I moaned loudly as Sylus groaned.

Sylus kissed my heat a few times before I got off his lips. I moved down to his hip. I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants off just enough that I could see his length in his boxers. I slid my hand under the hem of his boxers and took his length out. It was wet from the precum. I smeared the precum around the tip before sliding down onto him.

I gasped while Sylus groaned from the sensation. I slowly, inch by inch, slid down his length. I watched as my heat slowly swallowed his length until I was at the hilt. Even though we have done it many times, he is still so big. As I allowed my body to adjust, I unbuttoned his clothes and ran my hands along his toned chest and abdomen. Then my hands stopped on his abs and started moving.

As I bounced on him, the clinking sound from the jewelry could be heard. Sylus had one hand on my thigh jewelry and the other on my hip.

Sylus smirked, "Is this supposed to make me feel good, sweetie?" He grabbed onto my hip. "If you really want to feel good, you should slide all the way out." Then he slammed my hip down, knocking my breath away and he groaned loudly. "And all the way in."

His hand pushed my hip up until I was just at the tip. Before he could push me down again, I grabbed his hand and glared at him seductively. "I'm pretty sure I'm the one who is in control here."

Sylus smirked, "Oh really?"

Before I know it, I'm on my back and Sylus is now on top of me. He slammed into me and I moaned loudly. He chuckled, "Now, who's in control?"

I pushed onto his chest, thinking I could overflip a man who was a lot bigger and heavier than me. He used one hand to grab my hands and push them above my head. His other hand is hooked under my knee. He pushed my knee further up and he slid out until it was just the tip inside before ramming into me again. I gasped from the new angle. He rammed into me with a speed that I couldn't catch up. I was screaming at that point.

"Sweetie, if you continue to be that loud, Luke and Kieran will hear you."

I gritted my teeth, "T-then s-slow down."

"I can't do that." He chuckled. "I have a wife to please."

The room is filled with my moans and screams, the filthy sounds our body makes while we are joined, and Sylus' grunts. A clinking sound from the jewelry can be heard but is completely drowned by my screams.

"Oh sweetie, I can feel you tightening around me."

I gasped. My throat is sore from screaming.

"Come with me," He didn't need to tell me twice. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as I came undone with him following closely behind.

My legs were quivering. My body was shaking.

"Look at you," he smirked. "You're body is responding so well. I hope you have enough energy for more, sweetie."

Sylus let go of my hand and placed both hands on my hip, lifting my hip slightly off the bed. Then he rammed into me again. I opened my mouth to scream, but it never came. With the new angle, he is constantly hitting the sweet spot. I looked down to where we were connected. I can see a small bump whenever Sylus pounds into me. I grabbed onto his arm, trying to anchor myself. I rolled my eyes back when I came undone again.

"Oh, you came already? Who said you can come?" Sylus smirked, "Now, can I get you to come undone again before I make another mess in you?"

I shook my head, "I c-c-can't."

"Oh, I'm sure you can. I'll make sure of it."

I couldn't scream, I couldn't talk, I couldn't think. I was a moaning mess. My legs were shaking violently from the overstimulation. I tried to close my legs, but with the position we were in and Sylus' large hips, it was impossible to close them.

I arched my back as I felt my body come undone again.

"There you go, sweetie." Sylus groaned. It didn't take long for him to finish inside of me again.

My body flopped onto the mattress, completely deprived of energy. Sylus continued to slowly rock into me, trying to push all his seeds inside of me, preventing any drop from going to waste.

Sylus leaned in and gently kissed my lips, "How are you feeling?"

"Sore already," I croaked.

Sylus softly chuckled, "Stay in bed. I'll take care of you."

I nodded. He used his evol to grab a towel from the bathroom and he slowly pulled out of me. He used the towel and placed it under me. "Stay here for me, sweetie."

I tiredly nodded. He pecked me on the forehead and headed toward the bathroom. Then he came back with a warm towel and my panty. He gently cleaned me before putting the panty on. Then he pulled the robe over my body and tied it. He gently pulled me under the blanket.

"Go sleep, sweetie. I'll be here when you wake up." I closed my eyes and I felt his gentle kiss on my cheek before I drifted off to sleep.

Now, should I do another smut one for their one-week oolalas in Tantrum?

[jaggedamethyst]

because i love the golden boy girlies…here’s a bit i wrote originally but decided against for part 3. (where reader first sees jayce with mel and gets jealous)

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The sound of two sets of footsteps approaching immediately made you search for a place to hide. Had it been only Jayce, you’d endure it. Two sets of judging eyes, however, absolutely not.

You quickly made your way to a storage cabinet far from the entrance. You remembered Jayce saying something about reorganizing and that this particular one would now house some other nerd materials. It was just your luck that it was completely empty and big enough for you to walk right into and stand in.

You let the door remain cracked a bit, observing the pair. There was a woman, with Jayce, undoubtedly beautiful.

The distance of the cabinet made it hard to hear, save for some encouragement from the woman. When she rubbed Jayce’s shoulder, though, kissing him on the cheek, was when you’d lost all resolve. It started to feel all too familiar.

You watched as he followed her body leaving the room, his posture changing after a few seconds.

He went for the door, his back toward you. “She’s gone.”

You weren’t shocked he figured out you were here.

“It’s not at my workbench, if you're looking for that.”

Oh

You stayed silent and still.

“Just come with me okay?”

He slipped out of the door. By the time you’d crossed the room he was gone. There were only so many places he’d go from here. The route to his room was one you knew like the back of your hand. You made your way there as fast as you could without running, tears were dangerously close to escaping you.

The sight of him waiting for you when you rounded the corner made you stop in your tracks. It was dimly lit, as always. Books were in every inch of the space, a clear result of his continued pursuit of knowledge. There was clutter everywhere, but you were used to it.

You glanced between him and the room, suddenly feeling the weight of this. The time apart. Him with that woman. It was too much.

He saw you spiraling, this wasn’t like your usual reserved self at all.

“I’m sorry.”

You head shook, not believing him. You couldn’t.

He persisted, closing the gap between you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. If I could take it back I would.”

You didn’t care about that. He was so dumb. This was so dumb. You…felt so dumb.

“She kissed you.”

“What?”

“Who was that woman? What was that?”

He ran a hand over his face, “Mel. Her name’s Mel.”

“You like her?”

He hadn’t expected you to be this straightforward. The silence that filled the room was enough to make you crumble instantly.

The tears finally came, “I knew it.”

“I- I’m confused, okay? She’s been here when you’re not. She’s consistent.”

“Are you with her…I mean…were you?” The question was the closest you could get your mouth and brain to asking if they’d slept together. You didn’t want to know, truly. You just couldn’t go on if they had.

“Are you serious?”

“I don’t know-“

“Do you really think so little of me?”

“But-“

“Yes, Mel’s present. She’s here. She encourages me.” He contemplates his next sentence in detail. As a man of science he could only assume things based on evidence. He knew that in looking back at your past responses to him, you’d likely run from him—pull away. In some instances, though, variables result in differing results. He wouldn’t let you get away again.

“She gives me attention…but she’s not you.”

“Shut up.”

“Stop. Stop telling me to shut up. You shut up!”

That shocked you, “Jayce!”

“No! We have done this for so long and you never shut up and listen to me. I am standing in front of you…in fact,” he pushed you to sit on the edge of his bed. He knelt to the floor to meet you at eye level. “I am literally on my knees telling you…that I am here…with you.”

You looked at him, surveying the man once again trying his hardest to mend what was broken in you. It wasn’t enough.

“I’m not here for this,” you wiped your tears. “I just don’t wanna be disrespected by you being with someone else.”

Jayce inched away a bit, clearly taken aback. This was what you did, push him away. At any chance you got you’d relented.

“Fine,” he moved to take off his jacket. “This is what you want right?” His pants came off next. “You want me here, for you, and getting nothing in return. I can do that. I’m used to it right?”

[spanktony]

“I’LL DO ANYTHING.” - anora.

summary: when you snap at anora, she leaves your place pissed, and you come back begging to make things right.

words: 2.3k +

warnings: 18+, fem!reader, oral (a receiving), fingering (a receiving), begging, ani calls u a good girl, reader is a meanie for a bit then turns to a lil bitch, this is bad, and yeah let me know if there’s more.

navigation. request.

tired would be an understatement of how you felt right now. your head pounded, each beat following up with a sigh from your boss's mouth, reminding you of the looming deadline for the project that still needed to be completed.

so, here you were on a call at 9:48 in the morning, on a day you were supposed to be off, with three other colleagues discussing the next steps for the project.

you rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the heaviness that had settled deep in your bones. you sat at your desk, a few feet away from anora's side of the bed, which made it harder to resist the temptation to crawl back under the covers and ignore the world for a little while longer. but you knew better. you couldn't afford to.

literally.

your phone buzzed on the desk, shifting your attention from one screen to the other. oh shit. the driver. you had planned a low-key day with anora—just the two of you—but now it seemed like that might have to wait.

your stomach sank as you glanced at the message: i'm here. do you want me to grab anything for you two?

you quickly typed back: no, that's fine. you can come inside and wait. i'm in a meeting; it shouldn't take too long.

hopefully…

you hoped anora wouldn't be too disappointed with the change of plans. the message sent, and you set your phone down again, the screen lighting up, showing the call you've been on for... three ongoing hours?!

behind you, anora stirred, waking up from her deep sleep. "good morning," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

you turned slightly, offering a tired smile as you double-checked to make sure you were still muted on your work call. "good morning, babe. sleep well?"

"mmm-hmm," she hummed, stretching. you heard the soft crack of her spine as she reached her arms over her head, a sound that made your heart swell a little. she padded across the hardwood floor with that familiar grace, her feet quiet but sure.

you could feel her before you saw her, like a magnet drawing you in. then she was there, leaning down to plant a lingering kiss on your neck. it made your skin tingle, sending a shiver down your spine. "you've been up for hours, haven't you?" she whispered, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

"i have to finish this report," you murmured, half-distracted.

but anora wasn't deterred. her lips trailed to your jawline and then to your cheek, playful and persistent.

"ani," you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady. "i'm on a call."

she ignored your plea, her hands sliding over your shoulders as she planted another kiss on your temple.

"ani, seriously," you hissed, though a hint of laughter betrayed you.

"what? i'm just showing my hardworking girlfriend some love," she teased, grinning against your skin. it was sweet; it really was. but your boss's voice in your ear reminded you of the pressing deadline, and her teasing felt like too much in the moment.

"anora, stop!" you snapped, louder than intended.

her hands froze, and the warmth that had been cocooning you suddenly vanished. you heard her inhale sharply, and when she stepped back, it was like a cold breeze had replaced her presence.

"what the hell?" she asked with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, still in the same position, looking hurt and confused. you felt your stomach twist. "i—" you started, but the words got tangled.

"i'm sorry for trying to spend time with you," she said, her voice raising in pitch before she swallowed hard. "god forbid i... i don't know, make you feel appreciated or something."

"i'm just trying to work, anora! i have deadlines, responsibilities—"

"and i'm a distraction, right?" she shot back, "just a little nuisance in your way?"

you opened your mouth to apologize, to explain, but she was already moving, grabbing her overnight bag from the floor and shoving her things inside haphazardly. it was like a fire was spreading through the room with how quickly she was packing up to leave.

"ani," you called out, your voice more desperate now. "please, wait. don't go."

but she ignored you, shoulders tense and eyes avoiding yours as she zipped up her bag. you heard the soft thud of her bag slung over her shoulder, and before you could say another word, she was at the door.

"y/n? are you here?" your boss's voice reminding you of the meeting you were supposed to be in right now. you looked at your phone, then the door your girlfriend had just rushed out of. sighing heavily, you unmuted your phone and replied, "yes, i'm here."

the hours that followed felt like eternity. the empty apartment was so quiet, so still, that it almost felt suffocating. by the time night fell, you couldn't bear it anymore. you gathered a few things—her favorite snacks, the earrings she had been eyeing for weeks but never bought, and a small bouquet of flowers you'd picked up on a whim.

your driver pulled up to her old place, her place that she rarely stayed at anymore because she was always at your apartment. she had even given you a spare copy of her key so you could move her things to your place when she was busy.

you opened the door and found the living room empty, thankful her roommate wasn't home. you knocked on her bedroom door, calling out her name softly.

the door creaked open, and there she was. anora's head peeked out from behind the door, her eyebrows furrowing both in anger and confusion, as she clearly wasn't expecting you. she was still in the clothes she'd left in, her hair slightly disheveled.

"what are you doing here?" she asked, opening her door slightly further to get a better look at you.

"i... i came to apologize," you said quickly, holding out the flowers like a shield. she eyed them, unimpressed.

"anora, please. i was an idiot. i shouldn't have snapped at you. you were just being sweet, and i let my stress get the better of me." she leaned against the doorframe, silent, her gaze piercing.

"i brought your favorite snacks," you added, holding up the bag. "and earrings. i even... i don't know, i just..."

you trailed off, realizing how desperate you sounded. but you didn't care. "please," you said softly. "i miss you. i miss us. i'll do anything to make it right."

anora sighed, stepping aside to let you in. you stepped inside her room, slowly closing the door behind you, watching as she stood a couple of feet in front of her bed. the tension in the air was thick as you set the flowers and bag on the nightstand beside you.

her expression softened, just a fraction. "anything?"

"anything," you promised, stepping closer, inches away from her.

"you really hurt my feelings," she said finally, a hand coming to cup your cheek, and you stumbled even closer to her, your lips ghosting hers.

you looked so fucking adorable in that moment, with that vulnerable, almost lost look on your face. like a kicked puppy—those sad, pleading eyes. you looked so damn cute, but she wasn't going to let you off the hook that easily.

her thumb brushed gently across your cheekbone. "you said anything, right?"

you nodded quickly, your hand wrapping around her forearm, and her heart skipped a beat. the way you held her arm, like you couldn't stand the distance between you two, made her lips twitch upward.

there was something in the way you looked at her now, something so earnest, so full of regret, that made her resolve waver just slightly. her eyes darted to your lips, feeling the heat between you both rise. god, you were so close, and she was fighting every instinct that told her to pull you in. to kiss you like she wanted to, to let you wrap her in your arms, to hold her.

her gaze flitted up, catching yours.

"anything," you repeated again, barely a whisper.

"get on your knees," she whispered. without hesitating, you lowered yourself in front of her, her hand running a hand through your hair. you stared up at her, waiting.

"beg."

"please," you said, the frustration clear in your voice.

"please what?"

"please forgive me, ani. i shouldn't have snapped at you."

"no, you shouldn't have. you didn't mean it, did you?"

you shook your head.

"that's right. because you wouldn't dare treat me like that. right, baby?" you nodded again, your hands finding their way to her thighs, gripping them tightly. anora's hands left your hair and cupped your face gently. "good girl," she said, a smile playing on her lips.

you licked your lips when your girlfriend began pulling her shorts down, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. she watched you the whole time, smiling, that smile that made your heart race with anticipation.

you leaned in, kissing the insides of her thighs, and she hummed. it was a gentle kiss, the kind that she needed after the day she had today, and it sent a wave of pleasure through her.

"such a good girl," she whispered, and your lips trailed higher, pressing against the clothed heat between her legs. she let out a soft moan, her hands finding your hair again to stop her legs from trembling.

you pressed a lingering kiss to the spot before pulling back, your gaze meeting hers. anora's eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she looked so gorgeous; what kind of an idiot would raise their voice at her? oh, that's right... you did.

"ani," you murmured, looking up at her, pleading.

"i forgive you, baby," she breathed, pulling her underwear to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. you could see the desire in her eyes as she guided you closer, silently inviting you to continue. with a soft smile, you leaned in to fulfill her unspoken request, eager to make things right between you.

you kissed her again, harder this time, your tongue slipping between her folds, tasting her sweetness as she moaned softly in response. you kept going, your tongue circling her clit slowly, teasingly. you couldn't help yourself, not when she was this wet and not when you owed it to her.

her grip tightened on your hair, and you moaned against her, sending a shockwave through her body. you looked up at her once more, taking in the sight of her, the way her lips parted slightly, the way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took.

"more," she whispered, her hips rocking forward, covering your chin with her slick wetness. you obliged, increasing the pressure and speed of your movements, your hands digging in the back of her thighs, trying to pull her even closer to you.

you continued like this, listening to her soft moans and pleas until she was close. she tugged on your hair, trying to pull you away.

"wait," she gasped, "not yet."

you pulled back, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. "did i do something wrong?" you asked, suddenly worried.

"no," she breathed, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours, her hands still tangled in your hair. "it's just been a while, and i want your fingers." you smiled like an idiot, rising off your knees to kiss her for the first time that night.

her lips were soft, pliant, and you savored the taste of her on your tongue. "fuck, i missed you," you mumbled, her lips parting to let out a soft chuckle, falling against the bed with you in a tangle of limbs.

"me too, baby. now be good and finish what you started." you nodded eagerly, sliding a hand up under her shirt, your fingers grazing her skin until you reached her chest, cupping her breast in your hand, feeling her heartbeat quicken beneath your touch.

"i'll make you feel so good," you whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck as she arched into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "hurry," she urged, her voice breathless.

you slid your hand back down her body, tracing the outline of her curves before finally reaching your destination, sliding your middle finger into her pussy and feeling her wetness enveloping you. she gasped at the sensation, her hips instinctively moving against your hand as she whispered, "don't stop."

her head fell back, her fingers gripping the sheets when you added another finger, increasing the pressure and speed of your movements, your eyes locked on her flushed face, the way her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as she let out a moan, her back arching against the mattress.

you continued like this for a few minutes, watching her writhe underneath you, her hips rolling against your fingers. her moans were music to your ears, and the sight of her like this was enough to make you let out a low growl of satisfaction.

her breathing was labored, her hips bucking wildly, and you knew she was close. extremely close. her body tensed, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly that they were shaking, and her moans became louder and more desperate. you kept going, not letting up, ignoring the ache in your own hand.

"come for me, ani," you said softly, curling your fingers inside her, hitting that spot that drove her crazy. her moans grew louder, and her body stiffened, and then she finally reached her peak, letting out a loud cry of pleasure. "yes, fuck!"

you felt her walls clench around your fingers, pulsing with the force of her release. her head fell back against the pillow, and her body went limp, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

you watched her, mesmerized, not wanting to take your eyes off her for even a second.

you finally pulled out your fingers, bringing them to your mouth and sucking on them, tasting her sweet juices. her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at you, her expression softening.

"what candy did you buy?"

[cre8inghavoc]

Can't help it...

Part 9

inumaki x f!reader

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

summary: Transferring to a new school is tough, but having your three best friends there makes it easier. Things get even more interesting when you start falling for the mysterious boy who rides his motorcycle to school every day. What will happen next?

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

Inumaki's POV:

I’ve been staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours now, and I don’t understand why I can’t sleep. I mean, I’ve always had issues with sleeping—insomnia’s been my constant companion for as long as I can remember—but I thought it was getting better. This past week, for the first time in years, I actually slept well. It was odd, sure, but I wasn’t complaining.

But tonight? Tonight, it’s back to the old ways.

Back to no sleep.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I glanced over at the clock.

4 a.m.

Great.

Should I even bother going to school later? Maybe I should just skip. But then… I wouldn’t see y/n.

Fuck.

The thought of not seeing her tomorrow... or today, technically... made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to think too much about. I let out another frustrated sigh and turned my head to look at my phone on the nightstand. For a moment, I just stared at it, my mind running through all the reasons why texting her at this hour would be a terrible idea.

She’s probably asleep. You’ll wake her up. She’ll think you’re being annoying. Just leave her alone.

But then again… what if she’s awake too? What if she’s thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her right now?

Before I could overthink it anymore, I grabbed my phone, my thumb hesitating over the keyboard. I typed out a message and stared at it for a second, debating whether or not to hit send.

This is stupid. She’s not awake. You’ll look like an idiot.

But my thumb pressed send before I could talk myself out of it.

Hey… you up?

I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and ran a hand over my face, already regretting it. But now all I could do was wait.

Honestly, I was kind of hoping she would respond. It’s not like I can sleep, so maybe talking to her would help. But at the same time… I kind of hope she doesn’t even see my message. Because… what if I’m being too much?

What if she sees it, rolls her eyes, and thinks I’m just some guy who can’t get a grip? Someone who’s bothering her at 4 a.m. for no reason?

I sighed, staring at the faint glow of my phone screen as it sat on the bed next to me. What was I expecting? That she’d magically be awake, texting back right away? And if she did… what would I even say?

Hey, I can’t stop thinking about you?

Yeah, right. That would go over well.

I shook my head, feeling the frustration bubble up in my chest. Why was she in my head so much? Why couldn’t I just… let it go? Ignore it? Pretend I wasn’t thinking about the way she looked at me earlier, or the way her voice shook just a little when she was mad?

I groaned softly, rolling over onto my side and staring at the phone again. One minute passed. Then another. The screen stayed dark, and the silence stretched on. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe it was better if she didn’t answer.

Because if she did… I wasn’t sure what I’d say next. Or worse, what I’d admit.

But then, to my surprise, my phone buzzed.

I blinked, staring at it for a moment as if I’d imagined the notification. The screen lit up, her name glowing back at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I hesitated before picking it up, as if seeing her response would somehow make this real.

WARNING: SMUT (18+ ONLY) & HEAVY FLIRTING/TEASING

A/N

things are getting veryyy spicy now 👀

hope you enjoyed this little tease

im so sorry this took so look... it was very unexpected ive just been extremely busy and honestly haven't had the energy to write much

yes this is very short butttt i kinda just want some of yalls opinion on this... like would you actually wanna read the smut (next part)

ik its late ASF BUT ENJOY IT PLEASE OR ELSE ILL CRY FR

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[faghubby]

Sexy husband

" You look so hot" Jenny cooed her hand reaching under my skirt and pinching my ass. She pulled me to bed kissing me.

"I feel like a lesbian" she laughed as she helped me remove her clothes. With that thought she pushed my head down.

"Lick my pussy, make me a lesbian" I slid down removing her panties as I did. She spread her legs. I lowered my head my tounge parted her lips and teased her clit. She was wetter then I ever remember her first orgasm didn't take long. She bucked and screamed as it rocked through her. She wasn't even able to catch her breath before I was sucking other clit again. She moaned and begged me to stop.

"No , please it's so sensitive. God I have never felt like this" Jenny moaned both pushing me away and pulling my hair to stay. As the second orgasm hit only a few minutes later she squirted my face covered in her juices. This time she kicked me away and curled into a fetal position as her whole body shuddered. I was rock hard my dick throbbing against then cute pink panties and pantyhose I still wore. I took off the dress and pulled the pantyhose and panties down. Jenny just laid there. She would shutter if I touched her and pull herself tighter into a ball. I needed to cum and her asshole was right there. I grabbed some lube and worked a finger into her ass. She said nothingness moaned. I kept going. We had not had anal since we dated. That was more then 5 years ago. Jenny became more responsive as I fingered her ass.

"Take it if you must, but" she told me. Her body responded to my fingers. She was giving me permission. Although that but? She was hesitatent.

"Take me if you can't wait" she moaned. Now I felt bad. I started to jerk off but loved the little moans. I tensed and came all over myself. I removed my fingers from Jenny's ass. And went to clean up. She was sound asleep when I returned. I stripped just leaving on my satin panties and crawled into bed next to her.

In the morning I got up to pee. When I came back to bed. Jen was sitting up.

"Would you like it if I let you wear panties all the time?" She asked as I slid back under the covers. She rubbed ,y quickly growing cock. "Would you like it I made you?" She asked. Up until now it had been a game. I confessed I liked the feel of her things. And how dressing up allowed me to be someone else. Forget about the stress of everyday.

She kissed me and I nodded. She was still naked she pulled my panties down and mounted my cock.

"I love your big cock. PAULA" she moaned as she sank down on it. She rode my cock till I came filling her pussy with my seed. She got up and fixed my panties. Jen went to shower. As I scrolled thru my phone. Until she emerged fron the bathroom. I watched her get dressed. Nothing fancy just simple white panties a bra. Leggings and a tee shirt. I got up and headed to the shower. Thinking I was the luckiest man in the world. I then headed to a shower. I was surprised when I got out that Jenny had laid out clothes for me. On top was a pair of satin panties. I slid them on and got dressed. Jenny just smiled when she saw me.

"I think we should go shopping today, get you some panties. Obviously can't have you always wearing the same two pair" Jenny told me. I didn't say a word. After breakfast she started to get ready to go.

"Wear a belt don't want your pants slipping down exposing your panties do you?" She asked with a smile. I put on a belt and drove to Walmart. Jenny took the lead she headed straight to woman's she picked several pairs of panties all satin briefs.

"Sorry no little sexy panties, but you won't fit in them" Jenny whispered grabbing my crotch. She then bought several different sexy pairs for her. "I think you should wear panties all the time sweety" Jen told me when we got in the car. Everyday she pulled out a pair and left them for me. Once a week we had lesbian sex. But the rest of the time she loved it when I bent her over and fucked her like a dirty whore.

[ivyprayedtoday]

Chapter Sixteen: Crossing the Line (Sabo x Reader)

Chapter Sixteen: Crossing the Line Warnings: None Chapter Fifteen: "Friends" Chapter Seventeen: Cooking Up Memories

As the weeks pressed on, life gradually resumed its usual rhythm. Koala and Hack drifted off in their own directions, caught up with their responsibilities and personal plans, leaving Sabo and [Name] to spend more time alone together. “Want to take a walk?” Sabo suggested one afternoon, dropping down onto the bench beside [Name]. He stretched out his legs, letting out a quiet sigh. “I’m feeling a bit restless.”

[Name] cocked her head toward him. “You need a shower first. I can see the outline of your muscles through your shirt.”

She delivered the tease with ease, though her words held no weight. If anything, she welcomed the view, though she’d never admit that. Not yet, at least.

Sabo’s lips curled into a playful glare, and he raised an eyebrow as if to challenge her. “Oh, so you’re staring, now?”

While he acted unfazed, her comment sparked a flicker of pride in his chest. He couldn’t help but swell up a little at the thought of her noticing.

[Name] scoffed, crossing her arms to feign innocence. “I’m merely pointing out the obvious. You look like you just climbed out of the sea.”

“Good to know I’m making an impression,” Sabo replied, though the mischievous glint in his eyes lingered as he studied her.

In response, she rolled her eyes, turning her head away to hide the warmth creeping up her face. “Go take your shower or I’m leaving without you.”

“Fine, fine.” Sabo threw his hands up in surrender but couldn’t resist adding one last quip as he walked off. “Try not to miss me too much while I’m gone.”

[Name] let out an exasperated groan though her smile persisted, betraying her. “Idiot,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

But as she sat back down and let the quiet settle around her, she couldn’t help but let her thoughts linger on him. The teasing tone of his voice, the way his eyes lit up when they bantered, the way he somehow managed to get under her skin in the most unexpected ways. She loved every minute of it.

Restless, [Name] decided to pester Shun while she waited. She wandered into his workshop, careful with her steps as she snuck up behind him. He was hunched over his drawing board, so engrossed in his work that he didn’t notice her approach.

“Yo,” she said suddenly, projecting her voice with the intent of giving him a good scare.

Shun jolted upright with a startled yelp, his knee bumping the edge of the table. The drawing board wobbled precariously before toppling forward with a loud thud. He spun around, fixing [Name] with a glare as she stood there, hands raised in mock surrender, her expression anything but apologetic.

“Sorry,” she sheepishly said, though she let out a small giggle. 

Shun sighed dramatically as he propped the board back into place. “You couldn’t help yourself, could you? What do you want, brat?”

[Name] grinned, leaning forward to glance at the board. “Nothing. I’m just waiting for Sabo to finish his shower.”

Shun’s smirk was instant. “Oh, waiting on your boyfriend, huh?” Her smile dropped, her brain short-circuiting as the words registered. “W-what—He’s not—Shun! You know we’re not—”

Shun tilted his head, feigning innocence. “I know you two aren’t what?”

“Stop acting dumb, Shun!” [Name] snapped, her voice cracking as her face grew hot, the tips of her ears burning. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Shun crossed his arms, giving her a knowing look that only made her flustered state worse. “Well, I’m just counting down the days, now. After that little speech of his, I'd even fall for him.”

Despite herself, [Name] let out a small, breathy chuckle. “Oh, you would, would you? Well, he hasn’t exactly asked me out again since… you know.”

Shun rolled his eyes, his tone flat. “Are you stupid? You rejected him not that long ago. Why would he ask you out, again? The good ones don’t ask more than once, you know.”

Her face fell slightly as she bit her lip. She knew he was right. Sabo wouldn’t want to push after what had happened. He probably didn’t even realize her feelings for him. But how could she know when the right time was? The more she thought about it, the more tangled her thoughts became.

“Well, I rejected him in a brutal way, and even after that, he still stuck by me…” she trailed off, her voice quieter. “How do I make it up to him?”

Shun shrugged, his casual demeanor making it sound like the answer was obvious. “Take him out on a date or make him one of your homemade pumpkin pies. That boy loves to eat.”

Both of them went pale, a shared memory of Sabo’s insatiable appetite flashing vividly through their minds.

“Maybe not too much food,” [Name] muttered, her voice tinged with playful horror. “I don’t want to go bankrupt over one meal.”

Shun smirked, grabbed his tools, and turned away from her. “That’s what happens when you fall for a bottomless pit. You sure you’re ready for that kind of commitment?”

“I never said I fell for him,” she shot back quickly, though her face betrayed her.

Shun snorted, clearly unconvinced. “Right. That’s why you’re lurking around here acting like a restless puppy, waiting for him to finish his shower.”

[Name] glared at him, though she couldn’t stop the corner of her mouth from twitching upward. “You’re so annoying, you know that?”

“It’s my job to be honest.” Shun shrugged, his tone casual, though there was something gentler in his gaze now. “Just don’t overthink it too much. If you like him, show it. It’s not like he isn’t head-over-heels for you already.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, a flurry of butterflies erupting in her stomach. Just thinking of Sabo’s feelings for her was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. “Ugh,” [Name] groaned, clasping her hands on her cheeks. “Okay, I’ll talk to him today.” She just wanted to cuddle and love him till he was sick of her.

Shun laughed, content with her sudden change in mood. It was refreshing to see her so open and smitten, as opposed to the distant look in her eyes she used to have. “Anyway, now that you’re done distracting me, let me get back to fixing this mess.”

[Name] leaned forward, squinting at the half-drawn designs. “Looks like you finally got your robot to listen to you. Why do you look so unsatisfied?”

Shun groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Because it listens too well. I managed to get it to follow commands, but it doesn’t distinguish who’s giving them. If the enemy gives it an order, it’ll still obey. I need to find a way to make it respond to specific people only.”

[Name] whistled low, her brow furrowing thoughtfully. “That’s a pretty big problem. What about voice recognition?”

“Already thought of that,” Shun replied, tapping a pencil against his chin. “The tech isn’t reliable enough yet. There’s still too much margin for error.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” [Name] patted his shoulder, earning a tired glare. “You’re a genius, after all.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Shun muttered, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Now get out of here and stop bugging me.”

[Name] grinned as she turned to leave. “Fine, fine. Try not to blow anything else up while I’m gone.”

“Try not to confess your feelings too loudly when Sabo comes back,” Shun called after her, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Shut up, Shun!” she shot back over her shoulder, though the smile on her face lingered as she walked out.

When she stepped outside again, the breeze hit her face, calming the nerves Shun’s words had stirred up. Shun’s advice replayed in her head. Maybe it really was time to stop overthinking and start doing something about how she felt. She no longer had any excuses not to go for it. And if nothing else, at least she wouldn’t have to wait long. Sabo was already walking toward her, his blond hair still damp and tousled, and he had a bright smile on his face.

“Took you long enough,” [Name] said, crossing her arms.

Sabo chuckled. “I was gone for thirty minutes.”

“Too long,” she quipped, though her voice was softer this time.

He tilted his head, studying her with curiosity. “You’re in a good mood. Did something happen?”

She shook her head, brushing past him lightly as she began walking. “Nope. Just thinking about taking someone’s advice.”

Sabo blinked, completely oblivious. “Whose advice?”

[Name] shot him a mischievous look over her shoulder. “You’ll see.”

Sabo furrowed his brows, clearly confused, but followed after her anyway. “You’re so weird sometimes.”

“And you’re just figuring that out now?” she joked, her laughter echoing through the air as they walked together, side by side. “Come on. I owe you a walk, remember?”

Sabo grinned, quickening his pace until he fell in step beside her. “You sure do.”

The two took a right, their banter drifting with them as they found their way out of the building. The moonlight greeted them warmly, casting a subtle glow on the two. The moment couldn’t have been more perfect.

“Hey, Sabo,” [Name] called, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she fidgeted with her fingers. “I wanted to… thank you… for everything you’ve done for me over the years. You’ve been someone irreplaceable and… one of the biggest supporters in my life.”

Sabo blinked, surprise flickering across his face. “Where’s this coming from, [Name]? You’re not one to get sappy.”

She let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of her head. “Well, yeah, but I’ve realized I’ve never told you how much I appreciate you. Especially with everything that happened with the Celestial Dragon incident…” Her voice softened, her gaze dropping briefly. “And… I feel a bit guilty about the other situation.”

At her words, Sabo’s brows furrowed, his smile fading as he caught on. “Listen, [Name]. Forget about the confession. I’d never want something so little to affect our friendship. I care about you too much to let my feelings cloud that. And I definitely don’t want you to feel guilty about it, either.”

[Name] let out a frustrated sigh, her attempt at explaining clearly not going how she wanted. “That’s not exactly why I feel guilty, Sabo.” Sabo turned to her, confusion clear in his expression. “Then what exactly do you feel guilty about? Honestly, I’d rather you just not feel guilty and move on from it. You’ve been doing enough of that as is.”

His words pushed a nerve, her frustration bubbling over. “Forget about it? Do you hear yourself right now?”

Her tone came out sharper than she intended, and it instantly shut Sabo up. He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly avoiding her gaze. The last thing he wanted was to argue, especially now that they’d gotten back on good terms.

“Sorry, [Name],” he said softly, his voice gentle. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Unfortunately, his apology only made her more agitated. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

“I’m not looking for an apology,” she muttered, rubbing her temples. “I’m trying to apologize to you.”

Sabo opened his mouth to argue, his confusion written all over his face. “But I already told you—”

“God, will you just shut up and listen?!”

Before Sabo could say another word, [Name] grabbed his collar, yanking him down until their lips met. It was brief, over in a second, but it was enough to freeze him completely and derail his thoughts. When she pulled back, she gave his stunned face a satisfied look, crossing her arms like she hadn’t just stolen his ability to function.

“Oh, now you’re quiet,” she muttered, her face a bit hot, though she refused to acknowledge it.

Sabo stood still, his face flaming red as he stared at her, completely dumbfounded. “W-What–”

“What I’m trying to apologize for,” she interrupted sharply, though her voice wavered slightly, “is not being completely honest when I rejected you.”

Sabo blinked once. Twice. The gears in his brain were struggling to turn, but he nodded anyway, still too stunned to form words.

“Good,” [Name] huffed, turning her head away. “Now that you’re listening, maybe you’ll actually hear me out for once.”

Sabo finally managed to swallow, his voice quiet and shaky when he replied, “I-I’m listening.”

She glanced at Sabo, feeling the weight begin to lift off her chest. “I’ve liked you for quite a while now,” she admitted softly, the words heavier than she expected. “That night when you confessed, it made me so happy. But at the time, I couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t just say ‘yes’ without being honest with you.” She took a shaky breath, her gaze drifting away. “I couldn’t drag you into something like that without telling you everything but at the same time, I wasn’t ready to face what might happen if you found out.”

Sabo swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “You’re not just saying that because you feel like you owe me, right? You really like me?”

[Name] gave him an exasperated look. “While your little speech was heartwarming, you really think I’d do that?” [Name] thought back to Sabo’s speech. “Though, according to Shun, it seemed like you got him swooning with that dramatic speech of yours.”

Sabo, flustered, ignored her teasing, his gaze locked on her. The intensity of his stare made [Name] feel self-conscious, and she shifted slightly under the weight of his eyes, anticipating what he might say next.

“You like me?” he repeated, his voice almost in disbelief, as though trying to process the words again.

[Name] couldn’t help but burst into laughter, the tension between them breaking. “Did I break you?”

A grin spread across Sabo’s face, the relief and joy evident in his expression. “Oh, yeah. You definitely did.” Without another word, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. [Name] quickly returned the gesture, her arms circling around him.

“I’m glad to know I wasn’t going crazy,” Sabo mumbled into her hair. “The whole reason I confessed was because I thought you felt the same way.”

[Name] pulled back slightly to look at him, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Guess your instincts were right,” she said with a smirk. “Should I reward you?”

Sabo’s eyes widened. “God yes. Please.”

[Name] chuckled softly, her fingers lightly tracing his jaw as she guided his face toward hers. This time, they kissed slowly, savoring the moment. No rush, no second thoughts. Just the quiet certainty that they were finally on the same page.

[exololyunho]

make you see god

masterlist

wc: 5.1k

summary: your dad had always warned you nothing good would come from relations with navy boys, but you were never one to listen

warnings: kinda e2l, drinking, this fictional mingi would be a red flag to me but its fiction so its hot, sexualizing the US military, oral sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, mingi picks the reader up, kinda rough sex, very minor sacrilege but its probably only offensive if you're super catholic, role-play??, tentative daddy kink but 'daddy' is never mentioned, reader does call him 'father' but I promise it's not as weird as it sounds

an: I wrote half of this over the summer when I went through a phase where all I could think about was glen powell so I watched like all of his movies and this was the result. I am aware this is very much a summer fling fic but it's cold where I am and the summer vibes feel fun. also sorry I've been gone so long but since I last posted I moved across the country, broke up with my bf, got a cat, got better antidepressants and got diagnosed with adhd so I've had a bit going on lol. I probably won't be posting often but once again I am soft launching a return. kinda. shits complicated

taglist: @staytinyinmybpack @jeonride @becky4733107-blog @ignoretheskies

Being raised by your dad and his navy buddies had taught you many things. Chief among them being not to mess around with navy guys. And to never surf at dusk. Of course you never learned your lesson.

It was during a surfing session at dusk that you met the navy man who would rock your world.

Sitting on your board, you took in the gentle rocking of the small waves as you waited for the swell that would carry you into shore. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange glow over the water. It was serene, peaceful, a gorgeous warm summer evening.

Until a shout broke through the air.

“SHARK!”

Immediately you drew your legs up on the board, frantically scanning the water around you. The only sharks around Miramar were white sharks and that meant almost certainly losing a limb if not your life.  When your eyes failed to find the telltale dark shape, you turned to look back at the shore.

Standing there, chuckling at his shitty joke, was a man. It was too far to make out the details, but from what you can see he was tall and lean, wearing a white short sleeve button down and khaki shorts.

“Just kidding!” he yelled. To say you were unamused was putting it lightly.

With a sigh, you decided to call it a night, having not seen any surfable swells coming your way anytime soon. Putting your feet back into the water and pivoting your board back towards the beach, you paddled in. 

Reaching the shore, you unclipped your ankle tether, gathering your board under your arm and storming up the man.

“Did you think that was funny? Everyone knows you don’t do that,” you glared at him. Up close you could see this man was a lot more handsome than you’d expected. His eyes were covered by aviators, but his jawline was strong, and his smile was cocky. His clean cut appearance and the way he carried himself gave you an inkling that he had military training

“I thought it was a little funny,” he quirked his head, nodding at you. “What were you doing out there?”

“Surfing, dipshit,” you moved past him. “Don’t do that again.”

“Are you going to at least tell me your name?” he shouted after you.

In response, all you offered him was your middle finger.

Working at the Hard Deck was a great job. It got tedious at times, dealing with overbearing and overly flirtatious sailors, but it was overall great. You loved bartending, loved meeting new people, loved eavesdropping on ridiculous conversations, and loved the lively atmosphere.

As with every usual night, you were enjoying your shift. You’d made friends with a few spring breakers, serving them tequila sodas and making plans to meet the girls at the beach the next day. 

The night was still young, so you balanced chatting with them while pouring beers and shots for the other patrons. The music was loud and so was the chatter.

Until a new group walked in, wearing service khakis. When the other patrons spotted them, they went quiet for a moment, raising their glasses in appreciation. You watched them make their way in, indifferent, as all it meant for you was more beer to pour. 

Your mood suddenly changed as you made eye contact with your prankster from last night. Rolling your eyes, you returned to polishing the glasses before you. 

“Hey surfer girl,” there he was, standing before you on the other side of the bar. Without his sunglasses, you could see his brown eyes looking back at you with a glimmer of something that had the dual effect of making your stomach flutter and making your fists itch to hit him.

“Hey asshole,” you kept up your work with the glasses, averting your eyes from his.

“So welcoming,” he placed a toothpick between his absurdly straight teeth. 

You sighed, setting down the glasses. “Can I get you something?”

“A friendly conversation and your name would be nice,” his eyes looked over you.

“Sorry we don’t serve that here,” you braced your hands on the counter. “How about a beer?”

“That’s a start,” his grin was blinding.

You rolled your eyes again, grabbing a freshly cleaned glass, pouring him the shittiest beer you had on tap. You placed the glass in front of him. Neither of you said anything for a moment, him staring at the glass, you staring at him expectantly.

“Weren’t you going to ask what beer I wanted?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you going to pay me?”

“Makes no sense but here,” he threw a card on the counter. “Close me out, would ya?”

“It’s $2.50 with a military discount, you don’t have any cash?”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’, picking up the card and dangling it lazily between two fingers. He waited for you to take the card, and after a moment of glaring at him, you snatched it. Quickly running the card, you returned it to him. 

“Anything else I can get you?” your tone was dry.

“Your name,” he responded, taking a small sip of his beer and grimacing.

“Yours first,” you countered.

“Priest,” he grinned.

“That’s your name?”

“It’s my call sign,” he looked smug.

“I wanted to know your name, not your call sign, douchebag,” you picked up another glass to polish.

“Give me yours first.”

“Nice to meet you, Priest,” you gave him one last smile before turning to serve another guest.

“Hey!” Priest called after you. “Your name?” 

“Next time!”

Next time came sooner than you had expected. 

It was the following day, you were with the two girls you’d met the night before, relaxing on the beach, your board next to you. The three of you were making small talk about the books you were reading mixed with questions about your backgrounds.

“So, Y/n, did you grow up here in Miramar?” the blonde, Yeji, asked.

You opened your mouth to respond, but you were interrupted before you could.

“So your name is Y/n, then.”

A shadow fell over you, forcing you to remove your sunglasses to face Priest. It was the first time you’d seen him shirtless and as much as the man annoyed you, you were very appreciative of the view above you. His chest was chiseled, strong and muscled, but lean. His thighs were equally as strong and toned, covered by navy blue swim trunks that hung low on his hips.

“My eyes are up here, babe,” he was grinning, his own eyes flicking over you.

Leaning up on your elbows you grinned back. “So are mine, Priest.”

“Touche,” he took his own sunglasses off. “Who are your friends?”

“This is Yeji and Lia,” you gestured to the two girls.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Nice to meet you,” Priest gave a half-hearted wave. “Hey, Y/n, you wanna take a walk?”

“No not really,” you lowered your sunglasses.

“I’ll buy you a daiquiri.”

“What makes you think I like daiquiris?”

“Everyone loves daiquiris.”

“Fair enough,” you took his hand, letting him help you up. Grabbing the oversized button down you used as a cover up, you threw it on. “Watch my stuff?”

“Sorry, babe but we’re heading out soon,” Lia looked between you and Priest apologetically.

“No worries,” Priest grabbed your tote bag and surfboard for you. “We can leave it with my friends.”

“You think I trust your friends?” you put your hand on your hip.

“Just cooperate for once in your life,” Priest rolled his eyes.

“You’ve known me for 3 days and you just learned my name.”

“Let’s fix that,” Priest grinned down at you.

“Fine, fine,” you waved him off, then waved to the girls. “See ya.”

The two of you started down the beach, Priest holding your bag and board. A few hundred feet down the beach, you stumbled on his friends. A bunch of men, all toned and laughing as they tossed around a football. 

“Guys, this is surfer girl,” Priest called out to them. The seven men before you all turned, waving hello. “Introductions can wait. Watch her stuff?”

“Sure,” one of them called out and Priest dropped your stuff on a towel.

“Come on,” he took your hand. Priest was dragging you along, but he only made it a few paces before you were jerking your hand out of his.

“I can walk on my own, you know,” he started chuckling. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I'm following you for a free drink.”

“I like to think that my company also has something to do with you following me,” he slowed his pace to match yours.

“Presumptuous,” you stared straight ahead, refusing to have to look up at him.

Priest grumbled something under his breath, but you weren’t listening. Instead you were focused on the beachfront bar you were rapidly approaching. It was tacky, decorated with tiki torches, fake coconuts, and plastic leis. The bartender was wearing an open Hawaiian shirt.

“Aloha and welcome to Miramar’s premier Hawaiian style beach bar!” Priest made small talk with the man as you scanned the menu, picking out the most expensive drink you could find since it was on his dime.

“I think I’ll take the Ultra Aloha,” you gave your best smile to the bartender.

“Coming right up, pretty lady,” he turned his focus to Priest, his smile dying. “For you?”

“The same,” Priest was pulling out his wallet.

As the blender whirred away, you turned to him.

“So where did Priest come from?”

“Oh come on now,” he ran a hand through his black hair. “I can’t give away all of my secrets on the first date.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “I thought I told you I was just here for the free drink.”

“You’re the one who called me presumptuous,”  the bartender set your drinks on the counter, taking the $40 from Priest. “Keep the change.”

The two of you took the drinks, walking away as the bartender called after you. “The change is 50 cents!”

You followed Priest down to some chairs nearby, slowly sipping your drink. It was actually pretty good. So good, you couldn’t taste the rum over the pineapple. Dangerous.

“What were we talking about?” he asked as he sat in the chair. His legs were spread tantalizingly. Seeing him like this made you so mad for a reason you couldn’t put your finger on. Something about how lazily and confidently he looked over the beach before you, the casual confidence with which he held himself. What was really getting to you was the way his tongue played with the straw of his drink.

Shaking yourself out of it, you cleared your throat. “We were talking about how you thought this was a date.”

“Ah yes,” he nodded sagely. “Two people, getting drinks, talking alone on a beach, getting to know each other. Not a date.”

You snorted, gesturing to the quite busy area around you. “First of all, we’re not alone, there's a million other people on this beach. Second of all, we are not getting to know each other, you won’t even tell me your name.”

“You wouldn’t tell me your name either, I had to find it out from other people,” he shifted to face you. “So, in exchange for buying you a second drink, can we cut the crap? I think we can both agree that I clearly find you attractive, and I have a sneaking suspicion that you feel the same about me, and I want to know more about you.”

You were quiet for a moment, taking in his words and thinking over yours carefully. You moved to look at him better. “What’s your name?”

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” his grin was wider now. “It’s Mingi.”

“Mingi,” you repeated with a smile on your face. Taking a moment, you started sucking down your drink, rushing to finish it.

“In a hurry for that next drink?”

“Sure,” you finished your drink, handing him the cup. “Mingi’s a nice name.”

With that, you were standing up, and walking away from him.

“Where are you going?” he called after you.

Turning and walking backwards, you lifted your middle fingers. “To surf!

It was a week before you saw him again. A Thursday night to be specific. It was your day off, yet here you were, sitting at the bar of the Hard Deck, chatting with your coworkers between them serving other patrons and you sipping on your vodka cran.

Your night was peaceful. Not quiet, with the music playing and the few other patrons chatting, but still peaceful.

Until, once again, your peace was ruined by someone sliding into the barstool next to you. Glancing up, you weren’t surprised to see Mingi sliding into the seat. He was dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt. He didn’t look quite as cocky as he usually did. In fact, he looked almost irritated. 

“Rough day?” 

Mingi snorted, and ordered a beer. “You have no idea.”

He took a long drink. “Made worse by you running away from me last week.”

You glanced at him. You hadn’t felt bad before, but seeing him so frustrated now made you feel slightly shitty. “I’m here now. Wanna talk about what’s got you in a mood?”

“I didn’t think we were close enough for that. You know, since you ran away when I said I wanted to get to you?”

“I get it, I get it,” you waved your hand. “So what’s wrong?”

Mingi sighed. “Shitty instructor.”

“Wait, you're still in flight school?” you looked at him quizzically.

“Kinda. It’s complicated but I graduated a while ago, top of my class by the way, but a bunch of us got recalled for extra training. Top secret mission, y’know? If-”

“If you tell me you’ll have to kill me?” you smiled at him.

His cocky smile was back. “Exactly.”

You laughed, finally willing to admit to yourself that you were starting to enjoy his company. 

“So, if I buy you another drink, are you going to run away from me?” he arched an eyebrow. 

“I think it’s my turn to buy you a drink,” your eyes met and both of your smiles started to fall, the tension building between you.

Before it could build anymore, you cleared your throat. Looking away, you ordered both of you a new round of drinks. As the bartender poured them, you glanced back at him.

“So, where’d Priest come from?” new drinks were placed before you and you eagerly accepted the glass.

“If you were to ask me, I’d say it’s because I could make you see god,” Mingi’s smile was salacious, his eyes dropping to scan over your cropped t-shirt and daisy dukes. 

You swallowed hard. “And if I were to ask anyone else?”

He took a gulp of his beer. “If you were to ask anyone else, they’d say it was because I fly recklessly. Make the guys I’m flying with need their last rights.”

You were silent for a minute, taking in his words. “Why?”

He looked at you, clearly confused. “Why what?”

“Why do you fly like an ass?”

He chuckled, watching for a moment as you took a sip, waiting for him to answer. “I fly like I do because it gets the job done.”

“You don’t worry your buddies won’t have your back if you put them in danger?” your eyes scanned his face over the rim of your glass.

A faint smile graced his lips. “Our missions are important. And sometimes they call for drastic measures.”

You hummed in response, still focused on his face. You could see his face shift ever so slightly with what could only have been memories of past missions.

“So have they ever needed them?”

He quirked his head, not quite following your chain of thought. All you could do was hope that this hot man before hadn’t actually killed someone because of his own reckless nature.

“Needed their last rights.”

He laughed again, but it wasn’t nearly as joyful. “Not through any fault of mine, thankfully. I’ve lost people, sure, but I’ve never been the reason.” Mingi took a deep drink. “As much of an asshole as I can be, and my call sign aside, I don’t think I could live with myself if it ever was my fault.”

You nodded, finally tearing your eyes away from his face to fiddle with the two tiny straws in your glass.

Mingi clearing his throat drew your eyes back up. “Do you want to get out of here?”

At your raised eyebrow, he backpedaled. “We can just take a walk that’s totally fine but I-”

“Yeah,” you interrupted. “Let’s get out of here.”

Your back slammed against your closed front door. Mingi’s lips were on yours the moment the two of you made it inside your apartment. A combination of the furious kisses and the sudden impact of your back into the door had knocked the breath from your lungs, but not a single cell in your body wanted to pull away from Mingi.

He was intoxicating. He tasted faintly of beer and something indescribable that was just him. His lips were soft, his tongue insistent, and his hands wandering over every inch of you was exhilarating.

Eventually, you did have to come up for air, pulling away from him to let your head rest back against the door. Mingi didn’t miss a beat, his mouth migrating to your neck, nipping and sucking and kissing across your pulse point. 

Your left hand was grasping the front of his shirt and your right was on his back, feeling the flexing of the muscles there as he held onto you as if you’d disappear if he loosened his grip for even a second. 

Without missing a beat, his lips still attacking your neck, his hands slid to your thighs, picking you up in one fluid motion. A gasp escaped your lips as he settled your legs around his waist, perfectly situating you to feel exactly how hard he was under his jeans. 

The pressure of that length pressing right between your thighs combined with a perfectly targeted bite to a sensitive point on your neck had you releasing a breathy moan. 

Mingi’s lips parted from your neck as he now looked up to face you. One of your hands instinctively went to tangle in his hair as you crashed your lips onto his again. The force had his mouth dropping open as you took your turn to entwine your tongue with his. The two of you were aggressively fighting to see who’d come out on top.

You had thought you were winning until it was Mingi’s turn to grab your hair. He pulled your mouths apart and the act had you clenching around nothing as his face nuzzled into your neck, licking a stripe up the side before he spoke in a low tone. “Where’s your room?”

“Down-” you were cut off by his hips grinding into yours. Painting, you pulled yourself together enough to answer him. “Down the hall, first door on the right.”

Mingi immediately pulled you away from the door, his steady hands holding on tight as he seamlessly navigated your small space. He damn near kicked your door down, slamming it open before he was tossing you onto your bed. 

You let out a startled yelp before laughing. Scooting farther up your bed, you gave him your best bedroom eyes and spread your legs, suddenly remembering his call sign.

“Forgive me, father,” your lips curved into a faux pout as you made your voice as sultry as you possibly could. “For I have sinned.”

Mingi stopped for a moment before he put his head in his hands. For a moment you feared you’d made a mistake. Until you saw his shoulders shaking with laughter. He managed to compose himself, crawling towards you on the bed until he was situated between your spread legs on his knees. He still looked as if he was trying to hold it together.

“I don’t know if that was the corniest or the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Both of you were trying to hold back laughter, but his hand making contact with your thigh sobered you up. His long, nimble fingers stole your attention away from the joking atmosphere.

“So how should I repent?” your teeth bit into your lower lip as you laid back to pull your shirt over your head, revealing you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Mingi’s laughter disappeared as well as he took in your breasts. 

His lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned over you, laying a kiss between your breasts, his eyes meeting yours. “I think 3 orgasms should be enough to forgive your sins.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his lips found one of your nipples and your hand once again found his hair. His own hand rose up, those long fingers playing with your other breast. 

He savaged it with the same vigor he had attacked your neck with earlier. His teeth left small nips all around as his tongue soothed the bites. You were panting, holding him tight to you with your eyes closed. 

Leaning back slightly to admire his work for a moment, Mingi quickly switched his focus to your other breast. He lavished the same treatment, leaving small marks all over. 

When you were thoroughly decorated in hickeys, he finally sat back up, admiring you splayed out before him as you caught your breath. As he stared, his hand came up to grab his shirt by the back of the collar, pulling it over his head.

Now it was your turn to ogle, thoroughly enjoying his broad muscled chest and a light dusting of hair that trailed down his abs and disappeared into his pants. 

You were broken out of your trance as his hands came down to pop the button on his jeans and then your shorts. Recognizing his goal, you lifted your hips, allowing him to pull your shorts and underwear down in one fluid movement. He flung them across the room.

Once you were naked beneath him, his hands fell to your thighs. They slid up until they reached your hips. Mingi slid himself down the bed until he was on his stomach, face level with your core. 

His hot breath fanning over you was enough to have your breath hitching and body tensing as you waited for him to touch you where you so desperately needed him. But he didn’t move, his eyes locked on yours. 

Both of you were frozen for what felt like a century, until he was suddenly moving forward, parting your folds with his tongue. The exhalation of relief that left you quickly morphed into a moan as his tongue found and circled your clit. You were so distracted by the bliss of finally feeling the pleasure you’d been hoping he’d give you that you didn’t even notice his hands moving. 

One hooked under your thigh, finally coming to rest on your stomach, right above your pelvic bone. The other slipped a finger inside of you. You were practically dripping at this point.

Mingi’s tongue never stopped working tight circles around your clit as his finger quirked up, stroking along your walls in a way that had your legs shaking while you gasped out moans and whimpers.

He slid a second finger inside you, alternating between scissoring them and swirling them around inside you. The pressure in your abdomen was tightening more and more every second. Your hand was fisted in the sheets, your head thrown back, breath coming quicker and quicker.

Mingi could tell you were close. He kept the same rhythm on your clit, but focused his fingers' attention purely on your g-spot, applying more pressure.

You were right on the edge and then you tumbled into the best orgasms you’d ever had. Your whole body tensed and your moans were silenced for a moment as your muscles clenched around him before whimpers were escaping you as your hips jerked and your breath came in shaky spurts.

Mingi hadn’t let up with his fingers or his tongue, keeping your high going until your body was trembling and you were pushing his head away. He relented, pulling back and wiping his mouth.

Your eyes were closed as you laid there, panting, legs still twitching as you tried to recover. You could have sworn you blacked out for a moment when he kept your orgasm going.

“That’s one down,” Mingi’s smug tone had you opening one eye to glare at him before it slipped shut again.

“I think any more might kill me.”

In response, he grabbed your hips, jerking you down the bed and pulling your legs over his thighs until your core was pressed to the front of his boxers. He’d pulled down his jeans at some point while you were recovering.

You could feel the heat of him against you, the hardness of his cock pressing into you as he subtly ground his hips into yours.

“I think you’ll probably live,” his hands slipped from your hips to grab your ass.

“I highly doubt it,” you shook your head, then a smile crossed your face. “At least you’ll be here. I can get my last rights and finally have a hope of going to heaven.”

He smiled, but was quickly pulling down his boxers. “I told you I could make you see god. I just hope I can do it without actually killing you.”

You would have laughed, if not for the fact that as he finished removing his boxers, his dick finally came into view. He was bigger than you’d thought he’d be. He wasn’t horrifyingly big, but he looked long enough to reach the deepest parts of you and thick enough to stretch you out enough that you’d be feeling it tomorrow.

Mingi tracked your gaze focused on his cock and grinned. “I think it’s time we finish your penance.”

His words had you swallowing as he guided his length into you. God damn were you right. He was moving slowly, but you felt every inch of him sliding into you, stretching you and filling you in all the right ways. 

When he bottomed out, you were expecting him to give you a minute to adjust, but what you weren’t expecting was for him to not move at all. He stayed seated all the way inside you as his fingers moved to your clit. 

“What are you-” you cut yourself off with a whimper as his fingers began moving in quick circles. 

“We’ve got to get you to three orgasms,” he leaned over you, his lips once again connecting with your breasts. “And I am so hard, I won’t last if I try to get you through two by fucking you.” 

His teeth gently bit down on your hard nipple. 

“That, and I really want to be able to focus on how fucking good you feel when you cum on my cock.” His voice was low, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

Already you were so close. Still sensitive from the orgasm you just had, his fingers were pushing you right up to the edge once again. It was all you could do to cling to his strong arms as your back began to arch and your legs tightened around him.

Mingi kissed up from your breasts to your ear. He took your earlobe between his teeth before brushing his lips along the shell of your ear. “Cum.”

And you did, thankfully, not as intensely as before. But still, you cried out as you held on to him, your hips twitch up on their own and your muscles contracting around him.

“Fuck,” Mingi groaning in your ear had a high pitched moan leaving your lips. 

This time, he didn’t prolong your orgasm for too long. He gradually slowed his pace before pushing himself back up onto his knees.

“Thats. Two.” he punctuated each word with a thrust. Your head dropped back, the feeling of him finally moving was ecstatic. The slight upward curve of his length dragged across your g-spot every time he moved in and out.

“God, fuck, I think I could watch you cum all day,” he was settling into a rhythm that combined power with deep, slow thrusts. The force of each inward push was moving you up the bed. Mingi’s solution was to simply drag you back down to meet every one of his movements.

Each time your hips met, your skin slapping together combined with your moans and his low curses and grunts. It was music to your ears as you lost yourself in the sensation.

His thrust gradually grew in speed as he got closer. You were still a ways off from your third orgasm and he could tell. You yelped in shock as his hand on your hip shifted so his thumb could softly brush over your clit. 

“I-I can’t” you stuttered out.

“Yes you can,” he slowed his thrusts ever so slightly, leaning over you. “Gotta finish your penance, yeah?”

You laughed, only for it to be broken off into a moan as he leaned back up, increasing the speed of his thrusts and the rate at which he rubbed your clit. Your body was tensing up again, the pressure building up alarmingly quickly.

“Mingi- I-”

“Do it,” he grunted, thrusting even faster. “Cum. Cum on my fucking cock. You can do it. Cum for me.”

And you did, one last time. Everything was so intense. The sensation washed over you, an all consuming wave of pleasure that quite literally had tears falling down your face. Your vision went white and you felt like you were floating.

Mingi continued thrusting into you rapidly, prolonging your orgasm, although he did thankfully take his thumb off your clit to spare you some overstimulation. 

You were just starting to come down when Mingi was finally moaning out his own release, spilling deep inside you. His hips stuttered and his head hung as he rode out his own waves of pleasure.

Both of you were panting heavily, but he stayed inside you for a few moments after he came. 

Finally, he pulled out of you. He flopped down beside you on the bed, pulling you into his side. You happily snuggled up to him, resting your head and hand on his chest and throwing a leg over his.

The two of you basked in the silence. 

Until you broke it. “So, am I forgiven for my sins?”

Mingi was silent for a moment. 

“Mmm, I don’t know. Three might not have been enough.”

You lifted your head to look up at him incredulously. He met your gaze with laughter before he pulled you into a kiss.

[haechansunshineboy]

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

“The cute girl is back.” Haechan thinks to himself. He’d noticed you pass by the flower shop everyday during his shift on your walk over to…wherever it is you went to on the weekdays.

Sometimes you’d pause on your walk to admire the flowers on display outside and even bend down to smell them before leaving. Haechan liked these days in particular when you’d smile brightly at an arrangement. Sometimes it makes him wish he worked the morning shifts so it would be bouquets he arranged himself on display for you.

The chimes on the flower shop door jingle, interrupting Haechan’s work flow, shouting a quick “Be right there!” before adding the final touches to a pick up order.

He wipes his hands on his apron while heading over to the customer that walked in, praying they wouldn’t be too upset about the wait.

Haechan’s breath catches in his throat when you turn around, reflecting the sunshine when you beamed at him. His lips part almost in awe that it’s actually you inside the store looking at him, when he’s spent who knows how long daydreaming about this exact moment.

All those imaginary scenarios when he’d say something cool to impress you were now out the window as he froze in place at the reality.

In this exact moment, he felt like a sunflower, helpless to turn and stare at the bright sunlight you radiated as you offered your name.

“Haechan, nice to meet you,” he blurted out, remembering only now that he was working. “What can I help you with? He replies, hoping his customer service skills will just work on autopilot to save him from the humiliation.

“I was wondering if you could possibly make a bouquet with just yellow flowers?”

“Just yellow?” You nod in response, giving Haechan the go ahead to get started on your bouquet.

The flower shop is relatively small so you watch Haechan move around the shop, his hands delicately plucking out the prettiest flowers and resting them against his forearm.

You notice the thoughtful look on his face as he decides which flowers to add or omit from what he’s collected so far. He’s pretty cute? How come you’ve never noticed him before?

After wrapping up the assorted flowers with yellow film paper to add the final touch, Haechan brings the bouquet over to the register.

“Your total is $25 miss.” He reads the number off the machine. You nod and begin digging through your bag for your wallet.

This is Haechan’s last chance to get your attention in some way and he’s mentally scrambling, when a particular bucket of flowers catches his eye.

He moves away from the register to the bucket and delicately plucks one out. Shaking the water off the stem, he carries the solitary flower back to the desk, laying it next to the bouquet on the table. You’ve already tapped your card on the machine reader when you notice the new pretty flower.

“Um…for you..Miss.” Haechan’s not even sure what to say at this point. He’s definitely not supposed to be giving away flowers from work for free. He’s so going to get in trouble with his boss later.

“Oh! Sorry I already tapped. Should I put my card in again?” You automatically pull out your card again when he raises a hand, preventing you from paying again.

“No-no Miss, um, it’s a…a sale we’re having!”He’s stammering, not sure if you even believe him, he can already feel his face getting hot. “Yeah, uh buy a bouquet get a flower for free!”

“Oh! Um, thank you! It’s beautiful!”

The flower Haechan had picked out really was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but pick it up to admire it. Surprised at the kind gesture (and trying to tell yourself that him cutely telling you about the sale was just for promotion ONLY) you briefly scan yourself to see where you can put it. Haechan notices this as well.

“If you’ll allow me Miss.” Haechan opens his hand to take the flower back from you, resting his other hand flat over his chest. You chuckle and pass the flower to him, seeing his lips curl into a smile.

He takes a pair of scissors from inside the desk and trims the stem of the flower shorter. He admires the flower for a second before moving around the desk to approach you. You take in the height difference between you and Haechan when you realize he’s only inches away from you.

He’s so close to you now and you try not to flush at the thought of imagining him closing the distance.

Haechan sucked in a breath and carefully tucked the flower in your hair behind your ear. The tips of his finger brushed against your face as he pulled away.

“Beautiful.” Haechan muttered under his breath.

Your cheeks turn pink and you look down at the ground to hide your face. Haechan finally remembered where he was and takes a step back.

“If-if you need anything else, Miss…”

You blink back into reality, looking back up to see Haechan’s ears turning red. You shake your head and thank him again for the flowers before stepping out of the store. Haechan watches you go, running a hand through his hair.

He notices you looking outside at the signs for the sales, until it hits him:

There’s no sign out there saying anything about giving out a free flower.

“You fucking idiot.” He’d been caught in his lie and he face-palmed himself. “How could you forget the sales signs are outside?”

He turned away to seat himself behind the desk again and calm his racing heart.

If Haechan hadn’t turned around, he might have seen the smile bloom on your face as you gently touch the flower in your hair, before walking away.

Haechan thinks he’s screwed until the next day when he sees you wave at him on your walk over to wherever.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

[madly-enthusiastic]

*Lucifer just listens, a bit surprised by the sudden feeling of Alastor's hand on his, but as soon as it came, it went away*

Alastor... You don't need to say sorry, ok? *He turns his body to have a better look at Alastor* It's not your fault you panicked, it was just a natural response from your body...

*He then looks at Alastor's antler with worry* It must hurt like shit, huh? *He sighs, letting his body lay down on the bed* How about we make a deal? No, wait, let me rephrase that- A pinky promise? *He sits up again, keeping his distance from Alastor in case the deer is not comfortable*

*He held his hand out in the air, his pinky extended as if waiting for Alastor to do the same* I'll stay here with you as long as you want, we can talk if you want. And, in return... I dunno? Have something you want from me?

(Lucifer doesn't know how to make deals, neither do I, lol)

*As Alastor is still stuck in the door, the mischievous grin is still on my face.*

"I have no regrets!"

*begins to make tiny purple stars on his face.*

@madly-enthusiastic

"Come join me!"

*He starts growling, his eye twitching.*

Stop it...

*Alastor then breaks and decides to just go ahead and say every embarrassing thing he knows about Lucifer and give everyone second hand shame*

You'll all regret this! So, Lucifer, as we all know is depressed and loves ducks, but how many does he have?

Over 900,000. That's how many he's made in the past 7 years.

And he's also extremely clingy and when I leave for literally anything, he panics and, once! I left for an overlord meeting and came back to him making a shrine of me...

*continues on for around 10 minutes*

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

hi! what do you think are the best/most tolerable episodes in season 4 of community? it’s widely regarded as the worst season and I never know which episodes to watch each time I go through a community rewatch binge lol. so, I figured I would consult the encyclopedia! (this is my first time using the ask feature so I apologize if I am not using it correctly)

heyo! this is a great question. I actually have an abbreviated season 4 watchlist that cuts out the worst episodes (in my opinion), while staying comprehensible and making sure you're still able to follow the season's overarching plots:

4x01: history 101

4x03: conventions of space and time*

4x05: cooperative escapism in familial relations*

4x06: advanced documentary filmmaking

4x08: herstory of dance

4x11: basic human anatomy*

4x12: heroic origins*

4x13: advanced introduction to finality

the episodes with asterisks* are the ones I actually really enjoy watching. the others on the list are pretty mid, but are, in my opinion, important enough to the overarching plot and character development to be worth watching. when I'm showing other people season 4 for the first time, I adhere to this watchlist lol.

I’m going to do some (hopefully quick) explanations of how I came up with this list, but you don't have to read it if you don't want to lol:

✅ history 101: it's the first episode of the season, so it really does set the tone and establish some important details (jeff wants to graduate early, troy and britta are dating, this is their last year at greendale, etc.) as with most of season 4, the weirdness seems really contrived and unnatural, but it does have its moments of being genuinely funny. it's also a pretty abed-centric episode, which is always a bonus lol

❌ paranormal parentage: I don’t hate this episode, but it's just kind of boring and doesn't really add anything to the season. I love megan ganz but... yeah. a lot of the jokes seem forced, and there's way too much pierce for my liking. there are a couple good one liners ("you should probably tell your boyfriend's boyfriend" "I remember when this show was about community college") and it does help set up jeff finally contacting his dad, but imo it doesn't quite make the episode worth watching

✅ conventions of space and time: I’ve heard that some people hate this episode? couldn't be me. way too much trobed for me to hate it lmao. there is a lot of jeffannie in it too, but that resolves with the conclusion that annie is just a romantic who loves to fantasize, and doesn't actually have real feelings for jeff. it actually fuels my lesbiannie agenda tbh, because she is evidently just in love with the idea of a man but doesn't actually put that into practice. but that's another post lmao. we have some great one-liners, we have britta helping troy through his jealousy, we have "troy will find me :)" we have some more inspector spacetime lore, etc etc. I love this episode and rewatch it frequently.

❌ alternative history of the german invasion: for me, this episode has almost zero redeeming qualities. the jokes are lame, I hate professor cornwallis, there is so much discontinuity, it has zero importance in the bigger picture of the season and the show, it's out of character, etc. the one thing I like is the end tag.

✅ cooperative escapism in familial relations: this is a big one for me. I never see people talking about it, but to me this episode is one of season 4's saviors. we have HUGE jeff development, jeffbritta moments, some much needed shirley screentime and development, some great jokes ("-to eat garbage dip WHY DID I HAVE TO GO THIRD), classic trobedison shenanigans, and the shawshank redemption homage is very funny to me. plus! adam devine cameo! I like this episode more every time I watch it. unsung hero fr.

✅ advanced documentary filmmaking: okay so I won’t lie, I fucking HATE the changnesia arc. I think it is so incredibly stupid and uncreative. there are a million different and better ways they could have brought him back. but, this episode is just too important in the season's development to skip. and, honestly, if I ignore the whole premise, there are a lot of funny bits and jokes in this one. troy constantly smiling at the camera (read: smiling at abed), troy and annie being the silliest ever, jeff's trust issues, and ken jeong is truly very funny, I just hate this arc so much. but ultimately it's too important to cut. imo.

❌ economics of marine biology: I basically feel the same about this one as I do about alternative history of the german invasion. it's boring, the premise is stupid, it's out of character, it's unfunny, the guest character is lame, and it's pointless to the overall plot. abed and the delta cubes is a little bit funny? and I guess you could argue that the jeff and pierce development is important? but I’d refute that very quickly. it's pierce, who cares. not. worth. it.

✅ herstory of dance: this episode is honestly the upper end of mid, but it has enough good jokes and development to make it worth it. it is also Very abed-centric, which we've established is always a plus imo, and his whole bit with going on two dates at once is very in character. he also meets rachel, who comes back in season 5, so that's important. it also has some great jeff & britta development!!! which is sort of few and far between in the later seasons!!! yippee!!!

❌ intro to felt surrogacy: tied for my least favorite community episode of all time. it's clear they tried to do something similar to what they did with abed's uncontrollable christmas, but it is so incredibly contrived that it is physically painful to watch. I hate the puppets. the hot air balloon story is so stupid and out of character. the songs are bad. how dare they sully the legacy of my third favorite episode (lmao). the only redeeming qualities are troy as a whole (all of his lines are good, and that moment when he pretends his puppet is falling asleep is very funny), and the fact that pierce is not physically in it. but those do not make up for how horrific the rest of it is. in my opinion. haha.

❌ intro to knots: once again! Tied For My Least Favorite Community Episode! they're right next to each other, how convenient. and again: bad jokes, bad premise, I fucking hate professor cornwallis, the changnesia shit is back, the plot is ALL over the place, there is little to no actual character development, the dialogue just goes in circles, and it ends with a random litter of kittens that are never mentioned again??? I guess the only mildly important thing is the end tag with the evil study group, which comes back during the season finale. but yeah. not worth it. disgusting.

✅ basic human anatomy: and here we have a HUGE jump from the last one. this is my favorite season 4 episode, and is probably in my top 15 from the entire show. I could talk about this episode for hours. the troy development alone is so so so good and important. add abed into the mix and Oh Boy!!! britta is great in this one, jeff and the dean's whole thing is so fucking funny, shirley and annie competing against leonard for valedictorian on a technicality is very in character and silly, danny and donald's acting in this one is commendable, etc etc etc. there really isn't much, if anything, I dislike about this episode. jim rash being the credited writer makes me love him even more. legendary. outstanding.

✅ heroic origins: I actually really like this episode. it does still have that sort of unnatural and off-putting vibe that the majority of season 4 has, but I think it holds up. it's in character, it has some great jokes and one-liners, and although it does have its moments of discontinuity, it does a surprisingly good job of staying compliant with what has already been established. certainly much better than alternative history of the german invasion. abed's whole bit with the star wars prequels makes me laugh, the annie's boobs lore, footage of annie and troy in high school (surprisingly well done if you ignore the discontinuity of troy's injury), etc. it's also massively important for the overarching season plot, and we finally get to the conclusion of the stupid changnesia arc. I could go on and on, there's just a ton of really cool callbacks (including one to the pilot, which I only noticed a few months ago and am obsessed with), and I just. wasn't expecting this one to work out as well as it did. pleasantly surprised, all in all.

✅ advanced introduction to finality: this one is not great tbh, but it's too important plot-wise to skip. and, I mean, it does have some good moments. abed immediately recognizing evil jeff, the whole thing being in jeff's head a la remedial chaos all being in abed's head (insert something about how this being yet another demonstration of how fundamentally jeff and abed understand each other, which I could expand way more on but won't in this particular post), season 2 of the cape, "one of us is out of bullets" "is it you" "...yeah" "why would you tell me that," and more. overall, yeah, worth watching imo.

I do also want to say that I think season 4 is a bit overhated. I do agree that it is the worst season, I think most of us can agree that that is an objective truth, but it does have its moments and I do get slightly frustrated when people write the entire season off.

I’m also happy to hear anyone else's opinions on what you think is/isn't worth watching in season 4, especially if you really strongly disagree with me. I’m curious to what your reasoning is lmao.

okay! this is definitely way more elaboration than you needed, but I hope this was helpful 💯💯💯

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Mayhaps Soul in one of these? :0/nf

-moss

OMG HI MOSS!!!! sorry if it took me literal MONTHS to get to this ToT fjdhsfhsdkg heres soul wearing both fits cuz i think they r both pretty :]

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aghfdsfd sry about the infodumping but i havr to get tgis out of my head hc that ink has a kind of a fixation on naming?? him naming his brush ,the doodlesphere and giving people nicknames kinda?? something something about his abandoned AU not havign a name... something about his last words being not watnting to b forgotten. wanting to be someone.. somethin about names n identity sjhjgf also uhm i just learned that it's actually like. confirmed that he's the one who put all those buckets in the doodlesphere. and also ink doesn't consider himself a Sans bc of his lack of a universe. uh mirror room. apparently its implied that the reason he doesnt liek that room is bc. Ink couldnt tell that they're the original or just one of the many reflections/imposters. since he's the only Ink who doesnt have a soul and doesnt remember jack shit ab his past.(kinda outdated but makes sense. that room was made official around that time where the fact that ink not having a soul is considered vry niche info iirc? somewhere around early 2017)

no Anon you’re onto something with the naming thing.

I think it’s fascinating that Ink, should this be true (which it seems very plausible to me), extends this need to be someone, to have an identity, to others. In a similar way to how they might subconsciously extend that feeling of no universe deserving to be left behind, in that both stem from themself, yet he can’t help but fulfil that desire through other people. Really shines a light on the side of Ink that “isn’t completely selfish”, to put it in words I remember from one post by Comyet.

I always had a feeling, like a headcanon, that Ink would feel separated from his Sans identity, or, well it would probably be more like a role or title to him, rather than a name or someone he is. They left “Sans” behind with _____tale (something he doesn’t even remember). Though, it’s interesting that he still carries over some sans-like traits, like puns/pranks (though more frequent and intense pranks than a regular Sans would pull), and the creation of their own personal Gaster Blaster companion and forming bones out of ink. And there was the sans-like sweater in their old design (something I like to think they still hold on to, even if he doesn’t wear it anymore)

I should check Comyet’s blog to see that lmao guess it probably wasn’t purely just a hc after all.

THE PART ABOUT THE MIRROR ROOM IS FASCINATING THOUGH! Now that you mention it I think I remember a post like that, again looks like I need another trip through the Inkechos tag 😅. But still!! I wonder how Ink would feel about the mirror room now, if his dislike was based around how all the other “hims” had souls and he didn’t, now that that’s changed and it’s actually the Inks with souls who are the outliers (shout out to FTFO!Ink). Would they take joy in the fact that they’re not alone? Or would it still feel, weird and uncomfortable somehow? Perhaps serving as another reminder of his emptiness deep down, and so they still avoid it even though the circumstances in the fandom have changed. I know that whenever I RP my version of Ink meeting other variants, he’s always very interested to see new versions of himself, so maybe it would just be like that! Who knows! Well, Comyet does, but I’m not her 😅.

Either way thank you so much for this thought-provoking ask, Anon! I’m always happy to discuss my favourite chaotic-neutral-artist-skeleton guy like this!