#I NEEEED TO GET ******* SO FUCKING BADLY

[thelastsaiyanprincess]

i am slowly going crazy 123456 switch

crazy going slowly am i 654321 switch

[enhafilthandfiction]

How Enha HyungLine tell you they're in the mood

Hoon is shy to ask you for it <;/3 -----⤴

A/N : Hello everyone! I am back with another post that you guys picked from the poll. I hope you enjoy it! I am accepting emoji anons and moots!

Pairing : Bf!HyungLine X Fem!Reader

Warnings : kisses, grinding, boners, nudeness, them just being horny, mentions of porn :)

Word Count : 888 Words (about 220 words each)

Masterlist

» Lee Heeseung « The shy one who kisses you more often and hugs you tighter, burying his face into your neck, because he's too shy to tell you

"Here I'll do it for you" He kneels down at your legs, tying your shoe laces for you, making you tilt your head in confusion. "...Thanks" you thank when he finishes tying your laces, looking at him with an expectant look on you face.

He smiles at you sheepishly, nodding his head awkwardly with his cheeks reddening before the just plunges at you, hugging you tightly against him and burying his face into your neck to hide his blush.

"What's the matter Hee?" you giggle "Why are you acting like this?" you ask, hugging him back. You can feel him shrug his shoulders and snuggle you tighter.

Your hand snakes up his back to caress his hair and he lets out a little moan at that. "Ohhh" you almost laugh at it, he was suddenly so sensitive.

"What do you want Hee?" you ask, smirking, knowing that he's too shy to ask for what he wants. "C'mon, don't be shy, tell mommy me" you egg on, trying to pull him off of you.

He doesn't let you, shaking his head and chuckling "Neeeed you Y/nnn" he whines in your neck suddenly having enough confidence to lightly move his hips against yours.

"Aww Hee, you could've just told me baby" you giggle when he starts kissing your neck. "C'mon, do I have to carry you to the bedroom?"

He shakes his head no, finally letting go of you only to grab your wrist and pull you to the bedroom with him.

» Park Jay « The blunt one who just asks you for it without beating around the bush

You were just cleaning the dishes and he was watching tv and you decided to join him. But as you approached the couch, he would just spread his legs wide (man spreading oml) so you'd have nowhere to sit.

You'd roll your eyes until you notice his prominent boner perfectly on display for you between his spread legs. Your mouth would water realising how hard he is for you.

"Y/n, darling, sweetie, bab-"

"okay Jay I get it, just spit it out"

"Are you in the mood? because I really need you"

"Is that supposed to be a pickup line?"

Nah, he's just blunt like that. He beckons you over, making you sit in his lap, directly on his bulge. One hand grips the back of your thigh while the other grabs you by the waist, moving you back and forth on him.

"I'll take that as I yes" he smirks, looking up at you. With you on your knees on top of him, he's face to face with your chest, puckering his lips to kiss your cleavage, making you grasp his hair.

» Sim Jake « The one who's also shy to tell you so he lets his body do all the work and hopefully you can get the message through his actions

If he's horny but shy, he'll do anything to wet his dick but he won't tell you because boy is shy. So instead, when you're literally doing anything facing away from him, he'll come brushing against you 'accidentally' just to make you feel his bulge.

And if he's a little confident he may add in "Yeah, feel how hard I am for you babe?" He'd whisper in your ear, grabbing your waist to grind your ass harder against his crotch.

He can't control himself, his hips rutting against you for some sort of relief which he badly needs. He also can't stop his lips from kissing every inch of uncovered skin he finds, giving you the goose bumps.

He places wet kisses at the back of your neck, and messy ones on your shoulders, his hand snaking between your thighs. "Need you" he whines, bucking his hips into you.

He's also the type to pull at your clothes, wishing they were already off so he could fuck you. When he pulls your shirt or your little skirt, you know he wants them off, and his growing bulge confirms that.

» Park Sunghoon « The type to do the obvious until you actually fuck him. He'd walk around naked, touch you and compliment you more than often, instead of just asking for it

"You look really good today babe" his voice startles you as you were just chilling on your phone when he suddenly walked over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "What you watching, pretty?"

You put down your phone to see that he was just in a towel, hanging dangerously low around his waist. You give him a knowing look, but decide to play dumb. "Hoon, get dressed or you'll catch a cold"

"It's okay baby, I never get cold" he assures "Ice prince remember?"

You roll your eyes and decide to go back to your phone, just to annoy him. He scoffs and reaches down to grab 'something' and his towel falls off. You can't help but shift your eyes from your phone over to his now naked figure, admiring his triangular shape.

"What's the matter darling?" he asks with a smirk on his face, totally nonchalant despite the fact that he was completely bare.

"Hoooon" you whine, getting up and making your way over to him. He immediately wraps his hands around your waist, caressing your sides. You get up on your tip toes to kiss him, and his tongue immediately invades your mouth.

"Is there something you want to tell me Hoon?" you ask, expecting the obvious answer. He just looks down and instead of getting straight to the point he's like "Wanna watch porn together?"

You deadpan, "Okay and then?" you question once more, still wanting another answer.

"And then maybe we can make our own porn" he says excitedly, watching as you smile softly.

"Hoon, you're impossible sometimes"

Hi again, thanks for reading to the bottom, I feel like this wasn't the best, and I could've written it better maybe? Anywaysss, have a good day/night and remember that ily! <333

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[mo4anm94]

I’m sorry I’m advance to my mutuals 😅.. this is TMI to the max… but I am in NEEEED of giving baby girl the nastiest head she’s will ever get in her life 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 I need to get my face shoved in and just let me go at it.. I wanna feel her fingers running through my hair while I hear her moaning in pleasure.. just let her cum all in my face.. the first orgasm lmao… then flip her and go in from the back and just let her mind go blank and begging for moooreeee 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵… what I’m trying to say is I need her to come use my face as she fucking please so we can have sloppy passionate make out session after😍😍🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🥵🥵🥵 sorry I’m advance for this lmaooo.. just so much posts and I just crave her so badly lmao

[iluvyoutxt-moved]

hiiii asks would be lovely if you guys dont mind. something at work made me absolutely pissed off today and i would like Something that makes me feel a little less angry !

[mythiccheroacademia]

No, this is 

A/N: Talk about record timing. Can’t believe I got this out in one go. This is the last part of the three part Sero fanfic series. No more angst. Y’all got lucky with this one ;)

Sorry for the mushiness. You and Sero are simps™️. It was kind of ugly.  However, it couldn’t be helped. 

I had fun writing this. I hope you had fun too. Enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Sero X Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, not graphic but heavily implied under-aged sex that teenagers don’t do (hope you noted the sarcasm), and fluffiness!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

No, this is

It was 24 days post-breakup. You were doing better. Much better. There were still days when the tears would burn, but it was nothing crippling. Not like it used to be. Besides, between training and your academics, you didn’t have time to mope around. You might be heartbroken, but you weren’t going deter your life because of it.

You sat on your couch, studying for your Calculus test the next day. The busy work had been down to a minimal, so you had more time to study for exams. For now, you were reviewing everything you and Momo had reviewed during the evening.

Then your phone buzzed.

You squinted as you read the name, assuring yourself you weren’t seeing wrong.

It was Sero.

It had been over three weeks since you received a text from him. And vice-versa. You almost forgot his contact was in your phone. Hagakure had said texting him in a moment of weakness would mean double heartache for you. So, you made yourself suppress any urges to text him.

There was a voice inside your head to ignore the message. It was only recently that you had been okay with seeing him on a daily basis. And the class dynamic was going back to normal. You didn’t want to ruin it again—

He double—no—triple texted.

Maybe you shouldn’t have opened it as quickly as you did.

Sero: Hey, how are you doing?

Sero:

Okay, that was probably weird. I’m sorry for texting you after all this time. I know I’m probably the last person you want on your phone so, I’ll make these next few paragraphs as quick as possible

Sero:

At first, I thought time apart would be good for us. 24 hours after, I was a mess, but seeing you smile and laugh…I thought I could suck it up and move on if you were too. Three weeks in, and I’m going crazy not being able to talk to you. I know it’s almost been a month and I am every bit of a coward for only now growing the balls to finally reach out to you, but I need you to know this. I didn’t want to break-up. I never did. I only said that because I was angry, defensive and I wanted to hurt you. It was in the heat of the moment, but that’s no excuse. I was being a dick. I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t mean to be condescending. I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I never mean to make you feel like I don’t have time for you.

Sero: I would spend every waking moment with you if I could, but it’s just been a bit overwhelming lately with school. Something I know you can relate to and I’m sorry was acting like I was alone in that. I feel like such an asshole for letting you go. You’re worth fighting for, Y/N. These past 18 months have been so amazing and I’m not ready to let that go. I never want to. I want to be by your side through thick and thin. I’m sorry for not showing you that as of late, but I swear it still holds true

Sero: Long story short, I’m willing to fix this if you want to. I want to talk. Face to face. If you don’t want to get back together, I understand. I will respect your decision no matter what. I just want to make sure both of us lay our issues on the table so, at the very least, we get closure and, hopefully, stay friends. Know that you will always have me as your biggest supporter, even if it’s not in the way I want to be

Sero: I love you, Y/N. Now and forever. I’m so sorry I ever hurt you

He watched the dots in the chat bubble bounce, on and off, for 30 minutes.

You: Hey

Sero: Hey

You: Apology accepted. Thank you for reaching out and I didn’t mean to leave you on read. I just had to type up my corny paragraph in notes before I sent it to you. You know how I get

Sero: Of course. And even if you did mean to, I would deserve it

Sero: And I’m all ears…or eyes?

You laughed at that. Even after all this time, he was still cracking jokes.

You: I thought I could make peace with what happened that night. It was so hard going to bed, knowing we had fought and not making up. But you looked like you were moving on and I didn’t want you to pity me. So, I chose to move on to. Or, at least I tried to.

You; The truth is, I never wanted to break-up with you. I don’t even know why I ever suggested the idea. I was mad and I just started rambling, finding whatever I could say to hurt you like I was hurting. I’m sorry for that. It makes me feel happy that you feel the same way. When I heard you agree with me, I felt like I could’ve died right there. I thought ‘I just helped him get rid of myself.’ I felt like the biggest idiot for ruining our relationship. Thank you for apologizing, but I also have things to apologize for.

You: I’m sorry for storming in your room with an attitude. I’m sorry for being a hypocrite and getting angry with you whenever you had schoolwork. That’s important and I was being a jerk. When I confronted you, I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that either. I haven’t loved anyone like I love you, Sero. Losing you broke my heart in ways I didn’t think were possible. 18 months isn’t enough time. I probably sound selfish, but I want more. With you. Only you. I want to talk it out. I know we can fix this. I want to so badly because I love you too much to let you go

You: I’m so sorry for hurting you

Sero: apology accepted. not to be annoying, but you don’t know how happy I am rn. i’d kiss you if i could

You: simp

You: talk tonight?

Sero: look who’s talking

Sero: and as much as I want to, you have the calculus test tomorrow, don’t you? I want you to get all the study time you can

Sero: tomorrow night?

You: no, you have tutoring for the Japanese Lit exam Friday. I know how hard you’ve been working in that class, so I want you to put all your energy on that

You: we can talk after school Friday?

Sero: okay, sounds good

You: okay

You: thank you for not giving up on me

Sero: never

Sero: I love you, baby. I’m sorry again

You: I know. I love you more

Sero: impossible

…

The next day, your classmates were very confused to see the two of you walk into homeroom together. They gaped as you laughed at a joke he cracked.

After nearly a month of ignoring one another, you two were suddenly keke-ing it up? What?

Your friends wanted answers. So, you were forced to tell them after class. Most of them were happy the two of you would talk it out. They respected your split but missed how happy you two when you were together. It just made sense.

Mina and Bakugo said they would only be happy if the talk went well. Bless their hearts.

On Friday night, you were just about to text Sero to ask where and when you’d talk. Before you could send the message, a knock on your window made you jump.

“Helloooo~” the perpetrator goofily sung, dangling by his tape.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the window to let him in.

“You scared the shit out of me. I thought you said no more dangling by windows like a stalker?” you teased.

“I did?” he chuckled.

You let him use your shoulder as support as you held his waist and he climbed through the window. Detaching himself from the used tape, he finally stood on his feet, but his arms never left you.

A moment passed between you two as you stared at one another. Sero only looked at your smile for three seconds before he took your lips with his own. Your hands threaded through his hair as his cupped your cheeks, squeezing out all the space between you.

The kiss was firm, desperate, and it kind of hurt; but it was everything you two needed at that moment. It was a crash course of the 28 days you spent apart. The feeling of your lips pressed against his was arresting. You couldn’t think. All you could do was relish in the feeling of relief. Relief that you were re-learning that he tasted like warm cinnamon and spice.

It was oxygen that separated you two. You kissed one of his hands on your cheeks and Sero connected your foreheads.

“I missed you,” he whispered, against your lips. “I was an idiot.”

“You were.” You softly kissed him, biting his bottom lip and enjoying the way he groaned. “But I was too. I missed you so much.”

“Forgive me?”

“Only if you’ll forgive me.”

“Always,” he smiled.

You returned it tenfold. “Always,” you repeated.

Then your lips found one another again. This time, you drew impossibley closer. Your arms found purchase around his neck as his hands slid down to your hips. Your tongues explored the warm cavern of the other’s mouth, making up for lost time. You moaned into him and Sero felt his dick twitch. One hand gripped the back of your head, tilting your head so he could have even more access. His other hand gripped your ass, making you whine in need. Just as your hands touched the warm skin on his taut stomach, Sero pulled your head back.

“Fuck—wait, baby,” he panted.

“What?” you hissed, pissed he was interrupting.

Even with his eyes clouded with lust, Sero would always prove to be the rational one in the relationship.

“W-we still have things we need to talk about.”

“Hanta, you walked in here, your hair in a ponytail, and no underwear under your sweatpants. Your grey sweatpants,” you enunciated. “And you wanna talk?”

“W-well, this is important and—” He tried to continue even as you forced yourself onto his neck. He forgot how sensitive he was there. And were you always this good with your tongue? “A-and—shit—I mean, we promised to talk…talk about wh-what weeee neeeed…oooh right there sweetheart—fuck! No!”

He pulled you away again, this time glaring down at you. However, he didn’t manage long from seeing your glistening lips from sucking on his skin. Your eyes glowed in pride at the darkening mark and they flickered upwards, meeting his crumbling resolve. You licked your bottom lip, eyeing him like he was a four-course meal.

You were gonna kill him one day.

“We need to talk about how to improve our relationship,” he gulped.

You quirked an eyebrow but smiled. “How about a deal? We get rid of this,” he curses as you palm his erection. “And then we can spend the night talking, yeah?”

He didn’t even miss a beat.

“Bet.”

His mouth was on yours in an instant. You figure yourselves out between kisses.

“Door?”

“Locked,” you confirmed. “Condoms?”

Sero hissed out another curse. “Shit, no. I didn’t think we’d—”

“Don’t worry about it. I have some in the drawer.” You jump and he effortlessly catches you so your secure on his hips. The adornment in his eyes makes your stomach do flips. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed him. You can’t believe you almost let him go.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing you almost impossibly soft.

You return it. “I love you too. Now, make love to me, Sero Hanta.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A third of the night was spent tangled beneath the sheets, letting your bodies explore each other until not a single curve or scar was left untouched. After burning through five condoms, the other third was left for conversation. Vulnerable moments were shared. Some tears were shed, but those intimate truths would forever be treasured. Finally, the remainer of the night was spent asleep, wrapped in the other’s arms. A silent vow floating between your lips that you would never let go.

Because, this truly was better.

[ill-skillsgard]

If you feel so inclined: I neeeed to read Bill’s perspective after he hangs up on that phone call 😩🤕 because I KNOW it had to be torture hearing her cry for him on the other end and have to hang up. Right?! And when he gets back...

pre-reading for this drabble here (x)

The choke of her voice right before he hung up didn’t settle well in his stomach. Bill had to let her be angry with him. It wouldn’t last long—her fits never did. Taking an abrupt vacation would be good for her and for him. The house was stuffy, and the pressures of being her forbearing patriarchal figure were nagging in his psyche. 

She would be mad for a while. That was all right. Bill needed time to unwind with himself and nobody else. And she was always understanding when he had to take measures of separation. Theirs was a sensitive living situation, and it guaranteed toe-stepping, tensions doomed to overcome someone eventually. With him gone for a week, the others could assert their roles without fear of her ending up in his bed out of instinct.

It was strange to not hear from her for a few days, but he distracted himself plenty. He spent some time shopping where he liked instead of tailing her in and out of girly stores all day. He bought himself a few new articles of clothing and got a fresh haircut for when he got home. She always loved when he came home looking well-groomed and smelling good. There would be soreness that he could squash with little things like a new cologne and an evening together.

After the fifth day, Bill got bored. He missed her. He wanted to hear her voice and hoped she was having fun. In the privacy of his hotel room, he indulged himself and made her a video, even going as far as to strip and pump himself up a little before pressing record on his phone.

“Hi, princess. It’s Daddy. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I miss you. As you can see…” Bill trailed off, angling the camera lens down his body to show off a half-hard cock. “I’m getting pretty turned on thinking about your pretty holes. I can’t wait to get home and have some very special babygirl time. But until then, I think I’ll just show you how hard you make me. How badly I want to wear you like a belt and spank that cute bum." 

His hand smoothed over his chest and stomach until he encircled his shaft. When he closed his eyes, he imagined her on her knees before him, looking up with wide eyes, ready for cum. He pictured her lips moving up and down his cock, popping off the tip with a sweet giggle. She was so eager to have him in her mouth that her humming tickled through his groin and made his skin ripple with gooseflesh.

It wasn’t her. He compensated with stroking himself on camera for her though. He would use the video as padding for an apology.

Until he flew back home, he felt lonely and missed the bickering. The hotel room didn’t afford him the smells of cooking or the shuffling of feet and he lied in bed alone, longing for home.

He expected a sour look, maybe a little tussle of words, but he did not expect her to lock herself away. The house was quiet, eerie, and the rush built in his chest ascending the stairs to her room. Her shoes were at the door, indicating her presence, but when he knocked on her door there was no answer. This had happened before. All he had to do was announce that he was coming in.

Locked. A locked door was easy to talk open.

"Honey? It’s me. Will you open the door?”

The silence persisted, as expected. Bill knocked again.

“Come on, sweetheart. I have something for you from my trip.”

The promise of presents was sure to draw her out. He cranked on the doorknob out of habit and knocked again. Oh yeah, he thought. She was mad.

He pulled out his phone to call her, suspending his breath to better hear past the door for a ringtone. She sent the call to voicemail. Bill chuckled. 

“Come on, open up! Don’t you miss me? I missed you,” he scratched his fingers up and down the door. “I missed you a lot.”

“Fuck. Off.”

Breath retreated back into his lungs. “Hey! Don’t say that! Open up, please.”

“No.”

“I’ll only ask you one more time.”

“Go back to wherever you came from. I don’t want to see you." 

The ice of her tone chilled him. Okay. This was veering into code red territory. He sighed. He could handle this. He could… 

"Baby… I’m sorry. Please, if you open up, I promise I’ll explain everythin—”

The door swung open, and she darted her head into the hall. Bill backed away in fear she might lunge for him. 

“You don’t deserve an explanation after you hung up on me! You left me hanging for a week! That is not cool. Not okay with me! That’s… That’s against the rules!”

“Rules, rules, what rules? Me needing time to myself is against the rules?”

Her cheeks puffed with blood. She noticed the measures he took to look good for her too, but they were for naught. Even his pleasant smell wasn’t enough to chase off the strain. Her heart was fragile, her patience non-existent.

“I can’t even look at you,” she said, darkness clouding her words. “I think you should stay somewhere else tonight. I’m not ready to be near you.”

“Babe—”

She took a step back into her room and shut the door.

Bill knew there was nothing to be done about her resentment, but he didn’t want to spend another night alone. He grabbed the door handle before she could lock it and pushed against her, taking care not to throw her back from the force.

“Hey! I said I’m sorry. You won’t hear my apology or listen to what I have to say?” He asked.

She crossed her arms, closing herself off from him as best she could. “No. Not today.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“No. I have a date with somebody else. Goodbye, Bill." 

[cigsanddietcokehead]

I just need to rant real quick. I went to college on the 21st of August. That night I met a guy. It was instant love. Idk how he felt but for me I loved him the minute I saw him. Anyway, we had some major problems, but we worked through them all. Next Friday, March 5th will be 6 months since we started dating. However, we’ve had our FAIR SHARE of problems. We worked through them all until now. 2 weeks ago, at a frat house, he hit me. He was drunk and I was drunk, we were fighting, and I tried to forget abt it and let it go. But tonight, my friend blacked out ofc alcohol and nobody would stay with her so I had to. I called my boyfriend and he came to her dorm room. I apologized profoundly for ruining his night and worrying him. He said he didn’t understand why I felt the need to apologize so much. I told him it was because I was scared of getting hurt because of my past. He asked me what would make me think he would ever hurt me. And I said 2 weeks ago at the frat house when you hit me. It was quiet for several minutes before he grabbed his stuff and left. I texted him to apologize and he just said I hurt him. I called and texted him several times. Finally he called back to say he needed space because I hurt him so badly. I’m not even sure what to think. I just want him here. And I hate to say it but I’m on the verge of self harm for the first time in a while because I feel so bad about hurting him. I wanna call him again, or text him, but that would only make things worse because he needs space. I know I shouldn’t be this upset because he did hit me and scare me, but I shouldn’t have brought it up and I should’ve made him feel bad about it. I don’t have anyone to talk to rn as it isc3:46 AM here. So I neeeed to rant on here. I wanna text him and I already typed a short message, but I know we are done for good this time. Not like I spent over $200 on presents for him for our anniversary or anything. Not like I need him to be okay and be happy or anything. Not like I just sent the message and regretted it instantly or anything. I hate myself so much, he’s my reason for life and recovery and not hurting myself. Not to mention all my friends at college are his friends too, so if I lose him I also lose all my friends. I know it’s really over this time, and I know I won’t make it through a heart break like this. I know I will never be okay or be the same again. He changed me for the better, and now that I lost him I’ve changed for the worse. I will never smile again, I will never laugh the same again, and I will definitely never love the same again either. He was my real first for everything. My first time having sex and doing anything sexual. My first real I love you. My first real boyfriend. My first real cuddles. My first real time trusting someone. My first real time sleeping next to someone. My first real eberything. And now it’s all gone. I can’t start this again with somebody else. He’s the person I’m meant to be with. And I managed to fuck it up, I managed to lose him, I managed to hurt him. I fuck yo everything in my life and frankly I don’t want to even have a life anymore. If anybody actually reads this, please comment a number or snap or Instagram or someway to talk below. I need people right now and I have nobody anymore. Thank you for coming to my depressing Ted Talk.

[regalpotato]

I neeeed Larry and Rita's first meeting and also the next however many years of them being housemates with no one else around. I bet they hated eachother when they first met and I need to see it. Also Larry and Rita's first meetings with the chief. Also also more about Larry at the ant farm, did he work from them? I'm sure they alluded to it.

I NEED IT, Nonny. I need their first meeting so badly.

I also think they’d hate each other at first tbh. They’re both arrogant narcissists, despite their strong self loathing and would probably clash/get on each other’s nerves.

But then, they’re literally the only ones each other has for DECADES if you don’t count the Chief (which I don’t, because fuck the Chief) hence their codependent, platonic soulmate friendship THAT I WOULD DIE FOR.

Larry notices how much Rita eats, and she’s not a fan of cooking, and he loves cooking. And so he makes her a FUCKTONNE of food, and Rita’s really embarrassed but Larry literally doesn’t give a fuck about watching her devour 5 chickens. 

Also, because of Rita’s reaction to Cliff’s ‘YOU’RE GAY’ in Therapy Patrol, I’m 100% saying she already knew. And nothing can take that from me. 

Also, also…I’m just saying…but Rita’s powers let her regrow from a tiny piece of her (at least in the comics, right?) so if she has that regenerative ability…would she be able to tolerate Larry’s radiation? She was chilling in his room, stealing his bandages in Donkey Patrol - so I’m right till proven wrong, bitches!

I just want MORE backstory for both of them (together and alone) tbh. I need to know if Rita was sectioned in this universe (because she was locked up in an insane asylum at some point in the Titans universe).

And yes, I need to know just how connected to the Ant Farm Larry was, apart from being their prisoner/test subject. 

JUST GIVE ME MORE OF THE FOUND FAMILY. 

All the flashbacks of Rita, Larry, Jane (and…I guess…the Chief too…)