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horrorhot-line · 1 year

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brontide

(n). the low rumble of distant thunder

➵ pairing: saiki kusuo/female! reader

➵ word count: 3.2k

➵ genre: smut, nsfw

➵ warnings: unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, hate sex, rough sex, overstimulation.

➵ summary: studying for exams is never easy. add kusuke into the mix and it’s a whole different ball game. alternatively; saiki and you spend the day studying in your dorm room until kusuke drops by unannounced to see you. saiki is not happy.

➵ masterlist (requests are open)

➵ previous part - quell

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before you read:

‘saiki telepathically communicating with reader.’

‘reader thinking or interacting with saiki through thoughts.’

“saiki talking without moving his mouth.”

“saiki talking using his mouth.”

notes: i’m still here guys don’t worry, i just won’t be posting multiple times a week like i did before cause of work, i saw this request, well there were two and i thought i’d post this while i still had inspo, as always, hope you enjoy!

this oneshot was requested here and here.

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"No, you don't understand," Apart from losing your mind, there was little you could do when the month of June came around. "Kusuo, I have SPOTS!" Exam season- your number one enemy when it came to skin.

You stared at the handheld mirror, shifting your face from left to right to look at the cluster of angry red pimples drowning your forehead. You swore you could make out constellations from them.

You exhaled through your nose and held back the need to sigh yet again; all the while, Saiki sat comfortably on your bed as he highlighted notes in his textbook. You resisted the urge to grab your phone and order more skincare off of tik tok to solve your predicament, instead opting to grab your own textbook before it fell off the edge of the bed.

The stress alone weighing you down was enough to motivate you to take a walk, but Saiki being around was the only thing keeping you rooted. "It'll clear up by itself," Saiki stated matter of factly, to which you responded by rolling your eyes. "I know that- but what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

Saiki finally looked up, his blue highlighter pausing centimetres away from the page as he stared at you through his eyebrows. "Study." The fear of spreading the spots was the only thing stopping you from slapping your hand to your forehead.

You rubbed your eyes and grabbed a pen to make flashcards- and an hour passed by in no time.

Your cramming session paused when the doorbell went off. You, knowing Saiki and yourself were the only people home for the weekend, meant that one out of the two of you would have to get the door. You looked up at the psychic with glassy eyes, blinking through the blurriness that came with studying too hard.

He gave you one look before silently going back to memorising the flashcards you had made earlier. You sighed, knowing full well it would be you answering the door. A second chime rang through the house, and your shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fine. I'll get it." You announced before slipping off the bed and stuffing your feet into your fluffy slippers.

You quickly walked through the house, shouting, "I'm coming!" when the doorbell rang yet again. You grabbed the keys from your jacket on the coat rack and shoved them in the lock before pulling the handle down. When you opened the door to reveal the person who came calling, you realised it was none other than Kusuke—Saiki's older brother.

You raised an eyebrow at the man in front of you, feeling nothing but annoyance that he had shown up unannounced to your dorm room. Why had he not tried Saiki's room first? "What are you doing here?" Kusuke only gave you a small smile, one that meant he had anything but pure intentions. He held up the bag he was holding in front of you.

"I come bearing gifts." On closer inspection, you realised it was books- textbooks. "Are those...?" You trailed off, recognising the names on the spine of the books. "It's to help you on your finals," Kusuke said matter of factly, and all you could do was stare at the bag, wondering how he had managed to get his hands on them when even you couldn't.

You didn't get a chance to utter a word of thanks- Saiki appeared behind you, pulling you back with a hand on your waist. You gazed up at him and watched as Saiki glared at his older brother, his laid-back demeanour from before completely gone.

'I knew it.'

'Woah, how'd you get here.'

'I teleported.'

'Go figure.'

"Get out." Was all Saiki said, not even greeting Kusuke as he stood in front of you. You stared at the back of his head, the pink engulfing most of your vision, before you stepped to the side to gaze over his shoulder at Kusuke.

The blonde only gave his brother a closed-eyed smile, one that you knew wasn't sincere. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Saiki only narrowed his eyes at his older brother, and the two started a staring contest. “No.” You could only run your hand through your hair in exasperation, knowing full well that neither of them would yield and look away first.

You stepped past Saiki, banking on the fact that Saiki would read your thoughts- Kusuke would not leave; he would camp outside your dorm room door until you let him in. So you put your hand on top of Saiki's, which was on the door handle, softly taking it off before letting the blonde genius in with a sigh.

"Do you want tea- coffee?"

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You leaned forward to take a sip of your coffee awkwardly. You gazed up from the mug's rim and observed the situation before you. Saiki and Kusuke sat parallel to each other while you sat at the end of the dining table in the small of your kitchen.

They stared each other down, and all you could think was how goddamn quiet it was, save for your occasional sipping. The tension in the room was so thick you swore you could cut it with a knife. One thing that never changed from high school was that Saiki still resented his brother.

You had tried to make small talk, but the conversation had quickly died out, and the two brothers decided to lock eyes for an incredibly long period. You wished to any higher power that would listen- that this was not how you were fated to spend the rest of your night.

The sipping of your coffee halted when you realised you had drank all of it, and with yet another sigh, you got up from your seat- only for both Saiki brothers to look over at you. "Anyone want a refill?" You asked, holding up your empty mug.

You felt uneasy with the sickly sweet smile Kusuke sent your way. You gave him a strained one in response, feeling awkward yet again under his sharp gaze. "I'd love more coffee, thank you." You looked to Saiki, the corners of your lips stretching in sincerity as if to ask him the same question. Saiki only shook his head to say no.

With that, you briskly made your way to the cabinets on the far left of the kitchen. You put on the coffee machine, the whirring doing well to fill the silence from before. You hummed to yourself as you rinsed the cups before setting them on the kitchen counter.

Getting the sugar was always the hardest part of making any warm brew. Saiki had a habit of putting it on the higher shelf; you always wondered why- since you were sure he knew you weren't tall enough to reach it. It was because he liked it when you called for him to help you.

With one hand on the lower shelf, you got on your tip toes and blindly shuffled your hand around so you could feel for the sugar. When you felt someone else's body heat very close to yours- on your back, you assumed it was Saiki coming to your rescue yet again, like he always did. Your eyes trailed to the hand that reached higher than yours to grab the sugar, and you felt a hand grab your hip.

That was when you heard one of the mugs you had set down earlier- shatter, the distant sound of thunder accompanying it, and you whipped your head around to be faced with someone's chest. Saiki hadn't come to help you; you realised as you slowly looked up at his older brother. It was Kusuke that had decided to get the sugar for you.

You recoiled from his touch on instinct, stepping to the side, away from the broken ceramic that had landed on the kitchen tile. You looked to Saiki, whose face was stone cold as he stood up from his seat slowly.

"Get out," Saiki said, his voice icy. All you could do was gulp, too scared to say anything. You had never seen Saiki look so pissed off before. "Come now, baby brother. I was just trying to help." Kusuke reasoned- his shit-eating grin still on his face. "You come uninvited and put your hands on what's mine. I won't say it again. Get. Out."

You were sure Kusuke realised that the young psychic wasn't in the mood for his games today, considering you watched his smile falter. "Alright, Alright." Kusuke lifted his hands as if to admit defeat and left soon after that.

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It had all happened so fast. You had no idea how you had ended up pressed against your dorm's door. Well- you did, but you still had trouble wrapping your head around it.

After Kusuke left, with Saiki practically dragging him by the collar and kicking him out the door, you hot on their heels- he had locked the door to make sure his older brother wouldn't get back in. He then turned to you, his expression cold as he watched you.

All you could do was gaze up at him silently, feeling small as Saiki practically towered over you. Curse you for finding him hot when he was angry. Why did he have to look so goddamn attractive when he was glaring down at you.

You parted your lips to speak but didn't even get a chance to say one word.

Your vision went blurry, and you let out an "Oomph!" when your body made contact with your front door. You inhaled sharply when you felt Saiki's hand lift your shirt before resting his hand on your hip. Curse you for being so sensitive to his touch.

"Why did you let him in?" Saiki asked, bending his head down so it was right next to your ear, and it took everything in you to hold in any sounds when you felt his hot breath fanning the side of your neck. "You know why." You tried to keep your voice steady.

You couldn't lie; you were turned on- and you were sure Saiki knew as well. He pressed his hips into you, and you had to brace yourself when you felt how hard he was through his pants.

Saiki's hand found purchase on your neck, he gave it a light squeeze, and you clenched your jaw. You squeezed your legs, wishing the shorts you were wearing weren't there. You wanted to feel him, feel his skin on yours.

"You let him touch you." A gasp escaped your mouth when he pushed you forward and trapped you against the door with his body. Your head was turned to the side; your cheek felt cold against the cool surface of your door next to your hands. "I thought it was you, that's wh-" You didn't get to finish your sentence; Saiki brought his hand up to cover your mouth.

You had to strain your neck to look at him, wondering what had gotten into him. Saiki's eyebrows were furrowed, and you watched as he clenched his jaw. That was when you felt his free hand make its way under your top. Your thighs clenched on instinct; his hands felt so warm. All you could do was squirm as Saiki traced circles into your skin.

You exhaled through your nose, trying not to struggle as he slowly made his way to your shorts. A muffled moan left your lips when his hand covered your pussy; you could tell he was teasing you on purpose. "Look how wet you are. Is that for him? For Kusuke?" All you could do was shake your head at the notion. You knew, and so did Saiki, that it was all for him. So why ask? A moment of weakness on his side.

You squeezed your eye shut when he rubbed slow circles around your clit. This was torture. You wanted him- needed him inside you, and yet here he was, taking his time. He pulled his hand out of your shorts abruptly, and all you could do was moan in protest at the loss of warmth.

He brought his hand up to your eye level. "You're dripping," Saiki stated, pulling his fingers apart so you could see the clear strings of arousal clinging to his fingers. "I've barely touched you, y/n." You closed your eyes in embarrassment. Damn him and his ability to turn you on so easily.

Saiki grabbed your hand roughly and dragged you to the kitchen. You had no idea what he had in mind. You realised when he pushed you in front of the kitchen counter, his hips going back to pressing against your ass. "Grab the sugar, y/n." Was he trying to rewrite what Kusuke did?

You didn't need to be told twice- the cabinet was already open, so all you had to do was try and reach for it. Easier said than done, considering it was still on the top shelf. You stood on your tip toes, struggling.

When you heard shuffling from behind you and the feeling of your shorts sliding down your thighs, you expected him to shove his dick inside you. What you didn't see coming was him just putting his dick between your legs. Your arousal made it easy for him to move against your pussy. "Don't make me repeat myself; get the sugar."

Now he was just being cruel; how were you supposed to focus with his dick so close to you? You raised your arm yet again to try and grab the sugar with no luck.

"Squeeze your legs together." You could only do as you were told, not wanting to piss him off even more. Every time he rocked his hips back and forth, his tip dragged against your clit. Saiki's breathing sped up, and all you could do was moan. You squirmed against him, wanting him to stop teasing you.

"Stop struggling." Saiki's hand wrapped around your front and pressed his body against yours to limit your movements. His hand reached between your bodies, and every now and then, he'd slip the tip in. You cried out as he edged you, stopping when he knew you were close to cumming- the sugar long forgotten.

Saiki's lips brushed against the side of your neck, his hand still covering your mouth. He pulled his tip out, going back to teasing your clit, and that was it. You couldn't hold back anymore, feeling the familiar sensation of all your muscles clenching as you ended up cumming.

Saiki didn't let you ride out your high, his hand releasing its hold around your mouth so he could grip your hips, shoving his dick inside you in one go. You gasped, crying out at the feeling of being so full. He didn't wait for you to get used to him like he usually would, setting a brutal pace as he slammed his dick into you over and over again.

Tears pricked the side of your eyes, finding it hard to breathe. Saiki grunted, one hand letting go of your hips so he could cup your tits underneath your shirt. When you used your free arm to reach out behind you, placing your palm on his thigh to try and slow his sharp thrusts, he grabbed your wrist, pinning it against on the kitchen counter.

"You're mine," Saiki stated, dragging your body back with his before placing his other hand to make you bend forward. He folded the arm you used to try and stop him behind your back and continued pounding into you. "Take it. Take it," You moaned as he kicked your legs further apart before speeding up.

He slowed down, rolling his hips into you, hitting your cervix every time he did, and you whimpered. He let go of your hip to grab your other arm, stretching them behind you and using them as leverage to fuck you. You cried out his name because that was all you could do.

Without warning, he let go of your arm so he could use his free hand to wrap it around your neck, and forced you to stand straight. With his dick still inside you, he lifted you up with ease and carried you to your bedroom.

Using telekinesis, he opened the door and placed all the textbooks and pens on your that were on your bed onto your desk before pushing you forward so you fell on the bed. "Turn around, y/n. We're not done." You listened to his instructions, turning your spent body to face him.

Saiki placed a knee on the bed, making his way toward you as he gripped the bottom of his shirt before raising it above his head to take it off. He did the same with your top, discarding it on the floor before grabbing your ankle to pull you to him.

Saiki didn't give you a chance to protest (not that you would), lining himself up with your pussy before pushing himself back in. He bent down so all his weight was on you, placing his head next to yours on the bed as he kept thrusting into you.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you down so you couldn't leave. You scratched at Saiki's back, unable to do anything else but moan at his fast pace. "I'm close. I'm gonna cum." You clenched your eyes shut, overstimulated. You could feel him in your gut, and it didn't help that he was trying to go as fast and deep as possible.

Saiki pinned your wrist against the bed, bringing his other hand up to cover your mouth. The sound of his hips slapping into yours, his pelvis rubbing against your clit, it was all too much. You came yet again, your thighs clenching at the feeling, but that didn't stop him.

He sped up, as if that was possible, fucking you until you were a mess and could barely think. "Say my name. Who do you belong to?" His hand left your mouth, and you threw your head back, pain and pleasure mixing into one. "You! I belong to you!" His name was all you could repeat, your back arching off the bed when you felt yourself cumming again.

Saiki grunted, trying to get as deep as he could. He filled you up with his cum, still thrusting as he emptied himself inside of you. "Cumming, cumming, cumming!" Saiki rolled his hips into yours slowly, making sure his cum was deep inside you.

You panted, feeling Saiki relax as he put all his weight onto you. All that could be heard was the sound of your breaths. You ran your free hand through his soft pink hair, "So this is what happens when you get jealous?"

"Shut up."

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bonus:

"Hey, Kusuo- what do we do with the textbooks?" You asked, holding up the bag on the kitchen table that Kusuke left for you. Saiki regarded it with one look, of disgust, and turned away from you. "Throw it away."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his remark, "But they'll help with the exams!" Saiki looked over his shoulder before turning back yet again so he could pay attention to the ramen he was cooking for you on the stove.

"I don't care. It's from him. Throw it."

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next part - cause for celebration (coming soon!)

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tired-teacher-blog · 7 months

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Listen, Dabi couldn't care less if you were a hero, a villain, or even a regular civilian, since he would treat you the same way regardless.

You had been stuck -for the longest time- in a whirlpool of doubt and self pity, wondering if you actually meant anything at all to the infamous villain, a question that had proven to be hard to answer due to the man's stoic and aloof personality as well as his rare showcase of emotions, and athough it is true you were his first and only woman, the awkwardness and rift that loomed over for weeks following your first night together, did nothing but confirm your doubts.

Not so much as a glance or a how-do-you-do, as if regretting the night of passion he had with you, no explanation whatsoever, none when he shunned you, and none when he sought you out again.

Yeah, you were a play thing to him, as worthless as you had always anticipated yourself to be.. or so you thought.

You once found yourself caught in a ferocious battle between the two parties, and while falling to the ground barely conscious, all you could think of was him.

_ "Get up! Get the fuck up do you hear me?! Come on what the hell!" the words themselves were nothing you hadn't heard him yell out before, however the look on his face while he gently cradled your head and caressed your cheeks, while he kissed your forehead and carried you to safety, that look was something new.

It was fright, pure and evident, but also a softness that you had never witnessed before, so maybe, just maybe, you weren't just a nobody to him.

For days after that fateful one, a glimpse of hope appeared within you, and a determination to have an answer settled in your mind.

_ "You.. you were worried about me that day.. weren't you?" you struggled between labored breaths as he finally pulled out of your sopping heat.

_ "Would you let it go." he flumped back into bed, pleading with his pulse to settle, and placing his forearm over his face to escape your interrogation, despite that, there was no vexation to his words, it was more like he was.. bashful?

You remained quiet but only for a moment, a smile adorning your face as you watched him fidgeting nervously.

_ "I can't help but wonder though, why did you start avoiding me after our first night together?" you turned on your side to face him, placing both hands under your cheek as you waited.

_ "Are you fucking kidding me woman? I lost my virginity to you! How was I supposed to act around you after that? I needed some time damnit."

You were stunned witnessing his outburst, his forearm no longer covered his flushed face, and his typical relaxed expression was replaced with a twisted one. It was honestly comical.

_ "So that's what it was.." your words were no higher than a whisper as you allowed his own to sink in, "you do like me then, right?"

_ "What kinda' stupid question is that? Nothing is forcing me to be with you, okay?" and his frown only deepened as he attempted to keep his guard up.

You weren't as cool though, and hearing his distorted confession gave you a boost of confidence to comfortably divulge your own at last, "I like you too, I really do!"

You jumped to his chest and hugged him tightly, giggling and kicking your feet while he growled in annoyance.

_ "Yeah okay, I get it, now settle down." his grumpy expression remained, but his arms had moved to wrap around you while he kissed the top of your head.

Dabi couldn't care less if you were a hero, a villain, or even a regular civilian, because regardless of that, his feelings for you will remain sincere, even if he fails to declare them properly.

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#dabi fluff #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi imagine #dabi headcanons #dabi smut #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #touya todoroki fluff #touya todoroki headcanons #touya todoroki smut #dabi angst #touya todoroki #dabi x female reader #mha imagines #bnha imagines #mha fluff #bnha fluff

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starsofang · 5 months

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soul collector ghost x reader

tw: implied death

thinking about ghost as a reaper whose entire purpose is to come and collect souls when they're ready to cross the bridge of life and death.

being a reaper for centuries has made him used to the way humans react when they first see him. the way they panic, babbling on about how they're not supposed to be dead, there must be some mistake, please take me back, so on and so forth. it's nothing he's never heard before, and at this point, it's more an inconvenience and annoyance for him than something pitiful.

so when he came to collect your soul that had been lost out of pure misfortune, a car accident, he's unsure of why you're not fighting it and why you only smile at him and accept your fate for how it is.

you didn't fight, you didn't argue, hell, you didn't even look upset at him for what he had to do. you took one look at your body that lay dead in the seat of your car, then turned to him to ask, "can I at least bring my cat with me?"

you were dead, and the only thing you were worried about was your cat.

"she has nobody but me. if I don't come home, she might think I abandoned her, or she'll starve."

ghost could only stare at you with feigned disinterest as he mulled over the choice of approving your request, or giving you a hard no. it wasn't part of his job or interest to dote on new souls and their wishes, but something about you stuck a chord in him.

"you may bring your cat," he sniffed with a sharp nod, and when he saw the way your smile lit up on your face, he had to force himself to turn away from you so he could shove away the twinge of fondness that came over him in the back of his mind.

ghost didn't feel fond over souls he had to collect. he felt nothing for them, and was only there to serve his purpose of taking them to what lay beyond death.

but as he watched you pluck up your cat from where the two of you stood in your dingy apartment with a loving smile and soft hands that cradled the cat to your chest, that foreign feeling in ghost returned. he knew if he didn't take you (and your lovely cat) to the place your soul was meant to reside in for the rest of eternity, he'd be tempted to keep you for himself.

#cod #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #reaper ghostd #soul collector au #cod drabble #call of duty

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blkluci · 2 months

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- heartache -

PLOT _ after the past rough weeks of constant arguments, y/n walks away from the relationship between her and todoroki.

INCLUDES _ angst, breakup

BACK to back constant bickering is what happens. you and shoto were going through a very rough patch. everything and anything that the other was doing was upsetting to them.

this lead to you feeling like you wasn't being listened to and shoto growing in annoyance.

shoto has never been the type to argue nor bicker. simply for two reasons; it is unnecessary and a reminder of his parents. so every time you get loud, he feels the unwanting weight of trauma on his shouders.

but you, you want to get it all your chest. you're tired. you're drained. nothing seems to be getting better no matter how hard you try.

it hurt you so much. how'd you get to this point of pain. you guys started off strong—but isn't that how they all start? attraction and pure joy from seeing each other slowly drifted. almost like it never happened.

and you'd say it's his father to blame like he always does, but you knew it was him. his attitude towards you and being insensitive to things you tell him. and when you'd bring it up to him, he'd never remember or even stare in your face and say he didn't.

"shoto you literally said that two days ago."

"i don't remember saying that, if i did i'd remember."

sometimes, his actions and demeanor wouldn't line up with his words and bringing it up to him, you'd be left feeling like you're delusional.

"you're really gonna sit in my face and lie?"

"here we go, you're always thinking that i am lying. ever thought you were the liar?"

other times, his words would leave your nose stinging as you battle with the tears that so desperately want to leave your eyes.

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“do what?”

your heart ached. you knew it was best. why keep torturing yourself, you’re only losing yourself in the process.

you grabbed your bag and left his dorm. you bumped into some of the girls from his class who tried to ask you what’s wrong. not stopping, you simply smile and walk to the front door.

tears freely fall from your eyes as you walk from 1-A dorm area to your own. you felt lost in your mind. blur vision blocking you from seeing.

finally reaching to your room, your back against the door. you slide down. uncontrollable sounds of painful sorrow and hurt leave your lips as you feel yourself break down crying.

it’s over…

#blkluci #black reader #mha x black reader #mha drabbles #mha todoroki #todoroki x black reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #mha angst #anime angst #bnha x black!reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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ken-dom · 6 months

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currently thinking about six (maybe reader and him live together, he still goes on missions though) and maybe they've only slept together a handful of times, and one night the reader's just really in the mood but doesn't know how to ask for it/doesn't wanna be a bother, but since six is trained to pick up on the smallest shifts in someones behavior/energy, he kinda figures it out? just pure dominance i guess 🤯

Anon, I am SO sorry it's taken me forever to get to this ask! I wanted to give it some thought because it sounded so delicious, and I'm not sure why but tonight I just felt in a Sixy mood and a little imagine spilled out. I hope you enjoy it!

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∘₊✧ Sierra Six x gn!reader drabble ∘₊✧ 300+ words

∘₊✧ NSFW, kissing, teasing, very soft dom Six vibes, suggestive but not explicit

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One moment, you're sitting on the sofa watching a movie tucked safe beneath Six's arm wondering if that’s his eyes you can feel on you, the next he's flipped you onto your back, the weight of his body on yours both comforting and exciting.

'Yeah?' he asks simply, raising an eyebrow, his eyes gazing into yours expectantly.

'Yeah!- I mean... yeah, but, how did you- you- hmmnn....'

Six simply chuckles at your eager questioning, which quickly declines into a low whine as he leans down and places a gentle kiss to your throat, feeling you squirm beneath him as your fingertips drive hard into his shoulders.

'Because,' he slurs, hot and wet against your skin, 'I could sense it.'

He rolls his hips, his heavy, hard cock dragging deliciously over your aching core through far too many layers of fabric.

You moan, loud, and he huffs out another satisfied laugh.

'You could sense it?' you manage, voice and breath shaky.

'Is there nothing that will keep you quiet for even a minute?' he shakes his head, smiling to himself as he pulls up to press his lips to yours instead.

His hair falls over down over his face and it makes him even sexier somehow. He catches you checking him out and averts his gaze, bashful at how much you desire him, focussing back on answering your burning questions.

'And yeah, I can sense it. I'm trained to pick up on the slightest shift in a room, mood included. My best guess is that you're feeling horny, and, no offence, baby, but you're hardly subtle with that at the best of times.'

You slap at his shoulder playfully, scrunching your face up in mock annoyance.

'So, I can almost always tell when you want me even when you have no idea how to ask. But what I can't do is read your mind. So...' Six's voice turns husky and he licks his lips as his eyes rake over your clothed form. 'Where do you want me to start?'

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lunaji · 1 year

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More than you.

Pairing: Seungmin x afab!reader

Genre: Mature 18+ (MDNI)

Warnings: /under the cut/

Synopsis: Chan’s younger sibling had always been friends with his friends, considering they were the same age, but one of them always caught their eye more than the rest. The problem? Chan had forbidden her to date any of his friends. Tough luck.

Word count: 5.5k

Authors note: This is my first official fic, so any feedback is appreciated :) Seungmin doesn't seem to have nearly as many fics on here as the others, so I wanted to change that!

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Warnings: explicit smut, piv, mutual pining, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), swearing, overstimulation, praise and degrading kinks, dom!Seungmin, sub!Reader, oral (m & f receiving), finishing inside reader, hickeys, fingering (f receiving), slight use of reader?, fluff if you squint really hard, names such as whore, baby, angel are used, choking, spitting, hair pulling.

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“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Chan snapped his fingers in front of your face, a look of annoyance on his own as he tipped his head to the side, now pushing his hair from his face with the same hand as he waited for you to reply.

“Hmm? Sorry, I was lost in thought.” you murmured back, earning a groan from your brother, who had pushed back his seat to lean on it fully, his legs outstretched under the table, crossing his arms over his chest, as he feigned an expression that only you could understand : one of pure brother scolding.

“Wow,” Chan started, rolling his eyes in a playful manner, “anyway, I was trying to tell you, whilst mum and dad are out of town, I want to invite some friends over to use the pool. I wanted to know your opinion but you seem to be more interested in your coffee than your brother.” He coughed, earning a soft punch on the arm from you, who clearly wasn’t impressed with your brother's playfulness.

“You? Friends? I didn’t know you had those,” you smirked, stirring your coffee with the wooden utensil you’d been given, completely ignoring the look of pure disgust from Chan,

“First of all, ouch, you love my friends, second of all, keep that up, and I won't let you see Se-” Chan was abruptly cut off by you, who had shoved your hand over his mouth, eyes glaring at him, as your mouth gaped, trying to think of something to say. You could feel Chan’s smirk under your hand, as the warmth of a not so subtle blush spread through your cheeks.

You had become accustomed with all of Chan’s friends, like Jisung, who was your partner in crime to pull pranks, then there was Felix and Jeongin, who you liked to play games with online when they were both not consumed with life and school. They all took you in as the baby sibling of the group almost, so they were no stranger to you or the way you seemed to linger when Chan invited them over for game nights and drinks. Not that any one of them minded, they were all fond of you for different reasons. Whilst some saw you as a little sibling, some saw you as a good friend. None of them really knew you as ‘Chan's little sibling’, that was certain. Then, there was one in particular, who you were particularly fond of.

Kim Seungmin.

He was always the most interesting to you, especially since you seemed to know the least about him. The classic ‘mysterious boy’ vibes, except, Seungmin really was a mystery to you. You knew he was a year older than you, studying in University and he was really, really hot, that was undeniable. All of Chan’s friends were good looking, but Seungmin had always caught your eye.

When you first met, it had been in the kitchen of your house, where you had been getting a drink, bare faced with the worst hairstyle you could sport, wearing nothing but a baggy shirt and your underwear.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise you were in here.” You’d almost jumped from your skin at the voice, spinning in a cheetah’s pace to face the person, who seemed just as shocked to see you as you did them, covering your body with your hands as best as you could, a small glare on your face.

“Yeah, and I’m also allowed in my own kitchen.” you replied, as you turned back to the sink, resuming your original actions, taking the cup you had dropped and filling it with water, taking a sip of water as you leant against the counter, “did you need help with anything?”

“No, I know my way around this kitchen too,” he spoke with an amused voice, as he watched you try to scurry past him, “Chan’s sibling.” He caught your wrist, looking at you as he spoke, almost expectantly waiting for an answer, his grip wasn’t tight, but you didn’t try to escape it either, this man was suddenly more interesting to you. You had known him for less than 2 minutes, and yet the coursework in your room didn’t matter anymore. So you let him hold your wrist as you hummed in thought, before looking up at him.

“Chan hadn’t told me he had friends over or I would’ve put clothes on, sorry.” You said, realising you had just addressed your lack of bottoms, and suddenly both of you matched the colour of a tomato. He dropped your wrist, coughing awkwardly as he looked away, both of you refusing to address the very big elephant in the room.

“For what it's worth, I didn’t look. I promise.” He offered, clearing his throat as he let you go, but you seemed to linger for a moment. “I don’t think we’ve properly met before, are you one of Chan’s university friends?” You eyed him curiously, looking up to the male before you.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends for a while, but I usually come over when he has a free house, hence why,” he ushered to himself in the kitchen, “I know my way around.” There were a few more of what seemed to be painfully slow moments between the two of you, as you took in the man before you.

He had light chocolate coloured hair, with brown eyes and a very charming look to him, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t in awe of him. You smiled softly at him, offering a small nod of departure, as you headed back to your own room, passing Chan’s where he had his friends, listening to the laughter that radiated from it. But, you couldn’t stop thinking about Seungmin. He was definitely allowed round more often.

Sat on the bed in your towel, you contemplated your outfit choice for the day ahead. Whilst Chan had explicitly said you were only having a small gathering, you still liked to look nice in front of guests, even if it was just the boys. The dress your best friend had brought you was draped carefully over the chair as you chewed your lip, torn between making a statement or just opting for comfortable clothes, considering you would be taking the dress off anyway to swim. Sighing, you stood, headed for your draws, pulling your matching purple bikini on, before choosing a pair of shorts and a shirt that hugged just the right places on your body. Admiring the small effort you had put into your outfit, you left your room, heading downstairs where Chan was setting up a small snack and drinks station.

“You took your time, trying to impress someone?” he called over his shoulder, not turning to face you as he laid out cups and an assortment of alcohol and spirits, including rum and tequila. It had been a while since you had drunk with the boys, the last time you had, Chan had to carry you away from almost stripping your entire dress after Jisung had dared you to get comfortable, which was a very awkward conversation you had with Chan half hanging out of your ass from your hangover the next day.

Chan had made it clear to you early on that he didn’t want you dating any of his friends, which seemed odd to you, considering he trusted them more than anything. Maybe it was his pride, or his protectiveness. But you still couldn’t help the subtle flirting from the boys, especially Seungmin, who you had grown particularly fond of, which was clear to your less than impressed brother who had given you a scolding over it.

You tutted, “I wasn’t, I was making sure the rooms were tidy in case any of them decided to stay tonight.” You lied, approaching him, smoothing your shirt over as you leant over to help him set up the rest of the snacks, before hearing the doorbell, saving you from the earful Chan was unavoidably about to give you. Had you dressed deliberately in a revealing bikini? That wasn’t his business.

The next half an hour was spent answering the door as several of the boys turned up in increments of time, until everyone but - the door caught you off guard as you were cleaning the hallway of shoes that had been kicked off in haste, as you stood up, unlatching the door and smiled weakly as Seungmin stepped inside, your breath catching in your throat slightly at the sight of him. He was dressed in a white shirt, and ripped skinny jeans that fit his thighs perfectly. His hair was pushed back, exposing his forehead as he gripped a bottle of vodka in one hand, as he used the other to lean on the wall to kick his own shoes off.

“Hi, Y/N, you look really nice.” He complimented you, earning a small blush grazing your cheeks as you watched him push his shoes to neatly line up with the rest of them. You smiled at him as

he leant to pat your head, something he did on the regular, mostly because he liked to tease the height difference, but deep down it always made the butterflies in your stomach stir and you thought he must’ve known that. It wasn’t like you had meant to develop a crush on Seungmin, it had happened slowly, from the small comments here, to the small glances of something more than friends would admit.

“Thanks Min, you don’t look half bad yourself.” You shot back, taking note of how he seemed to linger on your form for a few seconds longer than he would admit to. “The boys are just outside, you can change in Chan’s room, can I get you a drink?” You asked, walking to the table that had already been trashed with bottles left half drunk, lids off and cups knocked over, typical men. You sighed, picking up a clean cup, turning to Seungmin who had been watching you in amusement, setting down the bottle of vodka on the table beside you.

“Soju sounds nice, if you have some.” He chuckled, as he pulled his shirt off over his head, exposing his toned body, causing you to choke back a gasp as you gawked at him. “What? I’m not going to swim in my shirt.” He said, a tilt to his head as he watched your bewilderment turn to embarrassment. The fact he was changing in front of you sent flutters straight to your core.

“Right - I forgot.” You squeaked out, now suddenly very self aware you only had your bikini on under your shirt and shorts. “The pool, I didn’t think anyone would be swimming.” You said defenselessly, as you poured the peach flavoured soju you’d picked up with shaky hands, much to Seungmin’s entertainment. He was just about to answer you when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning to face the owner of the hand, your eyes falling to your feet as you saw who it was.

“Hey Seungmin, I didn’t realise you had gotten here.” Chan spoke, his hand not leaving your shoulder, its grip tight as he looked over your shoulder to Seungmin who seemed to be just as surprised at Chan’s sudden arrival.

“Yeah, about 5 minutes ago, Y/N was just fixing me a drink, no need to be worried.” He hummed as he took it from your hands, smiling softly at Chan who seemed to visibly relax, “afraid I was giving her a show in here without you?” He teased, knowing Chan was adverse to any of his friends making a move on you.

Chan gritted his teeth slightly as he let the grip on your shoulder tight as he let out a small sound of annoyance, “Well, can you move your stripping entertainment outside? We’ve been waiting for you to get here for ages now.” He clicked his tongue, as he steered you by your shoulders out of the room and to the back patio, where the others had already grown accustomed, some in the pool wrestling, whilst others were sitting watching them with their phones out, recording. You simply rolled your eyes at how your brother was so self conflicted over you possibly liking his friends, but didn’t mention it as you sat down next to Lino, conversing with the male, stripping your top and shorts deliberately until you were left in your bikini as Chan stared daggers in your back, whilst some of the others whistled, making you blush, but you were confident in front of them now, it didn’t phase you.

“It is a pool party after all.”

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“I’m telling you, I pushed him off first so I won!” Changbin exclaimed as he pushed his hair from his face, as Chan tried to push his head underwater. You laughed as you watched the boys play fighting as you stood, stretching slightly as you grabbed your cup. Most of them were drunk now, and staying safely in the shallow end so there were no accidents, as you watched from the sidelines. You’d been in earlier, so you relax and let ‘boys be boys’ as your mum said, plus watching them behave made you glad you had sat out, there were definite bruises to be had in the morning from their game of ‘king of the castle’ which consisted of them using the pool floats to push each other off and into the water.

“I’m grabbing some water, I’ll be right back.” You called out, not surprised none of them could hear you over the loud yells and laughter. You smiled to yourself as you walked to the door, pushing it open and walked to the kitchen as you hummed idly to yourself, deciding if you wanted ice or not as you ran your hand under the water, waiting for it to run cold, your back to the garden as you filled your empty cup with water from the tap. You wanted to get a headstart on the inevitable hangover.

“This is very reminiscent of our first meeting.” Seungmin spoke from behind you suddenly, voice low as he moved to reach behind you, your back brushing his chest slightly as he leant over you to take a cup from the cupboard, your face turning a crimson red.

“Y-yeah, it is.” You managed, as you turned around, realising how close he actually was, your bodies merely centimetres apart as he looked you dead in the eyes. “But, I’m wearing less clothes this time, isn’t that f-funny!” You gave him a nervous laugh as you looked at his bare chest, then the floor. His hair was clung to his forehead where he’d been in the pool, his swimming shorts clung to his legs just right as you let a gulp pass your throat, a small, but noticeable one.

“Eyes on me.” He murmured, as he took your chin in his hand, turning your face up to look at him. “Do you know how much you drive me insane?” He murmured, his eyes flickering to your lips, and back to your eyes as you sheepishly looked away from him, the heat between your legs embarrassingly hot already as you struggled to find words to answer him, your heart felt as if it was beating out of your chest as you swallowed the huge lump in your throat. “I know you feel the same way. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” He murmured, leaning into you, his lips ghosting your ear as you let a sigh of desperation leave your lips. His hand kept its place on your chin, as his other leant on the counter behind you, trapping you between the two.

“M-min, I- we, we can’t.” You breathed out, your voice tiny in comparison as you face flushed bright red, squeezing your legs together as you focused on keeping your breathing semi normal, failing miserably as Seungmin smirked softly, his leg pushing gently between yours as his lips left a trail of soft kisses from your ear, down your neck, up your jaw and to the corner of your mouth,your hands shaking slightly as you reached out, placing them on his chest as you felt his abs flex slightly at the touch. He hummed gently as he pulled away slowly to look you in the eyes once more, his hand that was perched on the side next to you finding refuge on your waist as you let out a breathy whimper, as he searched your eyes for consent.

You nodded, giving one last look over his shoulder, seeing the boys busy with being preoccupied in the pool. There wasn’t much left to stop you from this, you had already broken the thin barrier Chan had put up, so you pressed your lips to Seungmin’s, finally tasting the boy you had pined after for months, his lips reciprocating your kiss almost immediately as your arms found their way around his neck, whilst he moved to wrap his arm around your waist fully, pulling you flush against his chest, as your lips moved in sync, first at a slow, explorative pace, understanding one another that you had desperately wanted to do, before the kiss turned deeper, Seungmin’s tongue swept along your bottom lip, as you opened your mouth to let him enter, your tongues fighting for dominance as his hand that was settled on your chin moved slowly down your back, stopping at the clasp as he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he spoke,

“Did you wear this colour for me, angel?” he murmured, his finger toying with the clasp of your top as he moved his kisses from your lips down your neck, leaving small, gentle marks that you would have absolutely no way to explain to Chan what had happened, “were you hoping this would happen? Are you that desperate?” He chuckled, his breath hot against your skin as you let out a quiet moan, his mouth dangerously close to your chest as he looked up to you through his eyelashes, his eyes full of lust as he let his fingers work the clasp, setting your breasts free. You hissed slightly at the cool air on your nipples, before letting out a shocked moan as Seungmin’s lips wrapped around your nipple, his tongue tracing circles slowly around the bud as his hand moved to work on the other, your lips parted slightly as you struggled to breathe.

“F-fuck Seungmin,” You murmured, your hands pushing through his hair slightly as his hand that laid dormant on your waist dug in slightly, “w-what if Ch-”

“If Chan sees, he can know that someone is taking care of you.” He hummed against your skin, his lips moving down your waist as his other hand replaced his lips on your nipple, working both of them between his index finger and thumb, the comment shooting straight to your core, as you sighed out at his confidence, his lips stopping at the waistband of your bikini bottoms, “The rule is fucking stupid anyway.” His lips spoke against your stomach as your shivered at the sensation before he let his hands hook under your ass, lifting you onto the counter as you complied, letting your legs wrap around his shoulders as he kisses sloppy, wet kisses up your thigh, one arm wrapped around your back, the other holding your leg open so he could place a kiss to your clothed pussy.

“I’ve waited too long to care now.” He murmured, his finger tucking under the crotch of your bikini bottoms as he pushed the material to the side, hearing his breathing hitch as he blew cool air on your sensitive area, a moan catching in your throat. “You’re so beautiful,” he pursed his lips slightly, taking in the view as you blushed, self conscious as he let his mouth trail up your thigh, before his tongue licked a stripe from your cunt to your clit, your back arching as you cried out at the sensation, your hands finding spots in his hair, your fingers gripping lightly as he chuckled against you, his finger circling your entrance as you hummed in pleasure, his tongue working gentle figure of eights on your clit. His teeth occasionally grazed against you as he pushed his ring finger into you, much to your squeak of surprise, as he moved it agonizingly slow inside you, your whimpers desperate as you squeezed your legs around his head.

“Min, please- more.” You whined softly, as the male beneath you chuckled, his tongue speeding up slightly as he inserted a second finger, curling them up towards your g-spot, your head thrown back slightly as he thrust his fingers into the same spot each time, almost as if he had done this before, made for you and your body. His mouth and fingers worked in harmony with each other, for every thrust he made with his fingers, his tongue circled your clit just right, and soon the familiar feeling of a knot of an orgasm built in your stomach as you clutched to his hair slightly, whimpers falling from your lips as you bucked your hips into his face, Seungmin’s arm holding you down by your waist as you felt your release draw near. “Fuck, I’m gonna-” you managed.

“Cum for me baby.” He murmured, which was all you needed to tip you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as you came around his fingers and mouth, shaking slightly as you came down from your high. “Fuck, look at you, cumming from just my fingers, what a needy whore.” He murmured, leaning up from his position on the floor, where he held his fingers to your mouth, “open wide,” he smirked, as you took his fingers in your mouth, sucking your release from him, a deep groan coming from his own lips as he watched you take his fingers. “Such a good girl for me.” He praised, as you nodded eagerly.

“Let me..” You started, standing from the counter with a wobble, kneeling in front of him as he tipped his head to the side, your fingers playing with the knot on his swimming shorts, a small look of concentration laced your face as you worked them down his thighs, his erection springing free, the tip already leaking precum as you bit your lip at his size. He was impressive, not too big but he had girth to him, and you felt your walls clench around nothing as you took him in your hand, pumping the base a few times before you placed a kitten lick the tip, earning a throaty groan from Seungmin.

“Jesus, you’re going to make me cum too quickly if you’re not careful.” He breathed, as you looked up to him, a glint in your eyes as you licked a long, deliberate trail from the base to the tip, as Seungmin took a fist of your hair guiding you to take him in your mouth, “going to use this mouth as I wish,” he grunted, as you nodded eagerly, his hips thrusting into your mouth, making your balance throw centre slightly, resting your hands onto his thighs as he bucked up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as you gagged around his cock, tears welling in your eyes as Seungmin tipped his head back, small moans escaping his lips as he fucked your mouth. The moans that left his lips were almost music to your ears, but you could only offer a hum of acknowledgement, your mouth stuffed full of him, as you felt him twitch inside your mouth, preparing to swallow his release, before he pulled you off of him and up to your feet, trapping your lips in a kiss as his tongue dipped into your mouth, both of you letting out groans as you tasted each other.

“If I cum, I want it inside your cunt. All of me.” He said through hasty kisses, and all you could answer with was whimpers of encouragement as Seungmin looked around one last time, checking if the coast was clear before he hoisted you up onto the island in the centre of the kitchen, pulling the string on your remaining garment free, so you were both naked, one of his hands hooking under your knee as he bent you into position, other pushing your chest down so your back hit the cold marble underneath you as your hands found their way to his shoulders.

“Need you.” You whimpered, trying to move your legs to wrap around him to pull him closer, but that earned an almost growl from the back of his throat.

“You need me? Where? use your words baby.” He taunted, taking one hand from underneath your knee to hold onto his cock, dragging it up and down your folds, as you whimpered. “I need you to tell me, be a good whore, and tell me.”

“In me,” you whimpered first, feeling the tip of his cock catch at your entrance, before you let out a frustrated cry, “for the love of god Seungmin please just fuck me.” You begged, which earnt a satisfactory smirk from the male above you, as he teased the tip into you, before letting out a hiss as he slowly bottomed out in you, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades, sure to leave marks in his back as you cried out, his hand coming up to cup your mouth, his eyes flashed with a look you were uncertain of, but it made you clench around his dick, the excitement of possibly being caught making you feel dizzy.

“Do you want Chan to hear? No? Then shut the fuck up and take it.” He growled, as he shut his eyes briefly, feeling you clench around him, the warmth overtaking him, “you feel so much better than I could imagine.” He said, his free hand moving to grip your waist as he slowly started to pull out, before pushing back in, earning a whimper from your covered mouth as he began to speed up his movements, his own moans filling the room as he fucked into you, his cock finding and almost instantly hitting the right bundle of nerves inside you, making you almost bite into his hand as you wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him impossibly closer.

“I- fuck.” You managed into his hand, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt a second orgasm building inside your core, whilst Seungmin concentrated on fucking into your g-spot, earning a moan of pleasure from you everytime, which alternated from a mixture of his name and pathetic whimpers, mixing with his low grunts and groans. He shook his head when he felt you clench continuously around him, feeling you near your second orgasm, and pulled you off of the counter, pulling out for a split second as he bent you over, before re-entering you, one hand reaching up to hold onto your throat and bringing your back flush to his chest, the other hand working at your clit again. “You belong to me, got that? You cum when I say.” He murmured into your ear, leaving marks down the side of your neck and shoulder, his hips fucking into you at an unrelenting pace.

All you could do was babble nonsense as you nodded eagerly, the feeling of your orgasm hitting you harder every time he thrusted into you, your hands gripping the counter edge below you, your knuckles turning a ghostly shade of white, as you felt his hips and movements grow sloppier, indicating he was close himself.

“Mmm’ gonna cum,” you whined out, your moans undeniably loud enough for someone to overhear you now, as one of his hands came up to hold out to you, “spit.” he murmured, you complied, a string of saliva dripping into his hand before he let the hand fall down to your clit, letting his finger work your bundle of nerves, “Please, let me cum .” You begged, “Need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, speak like that and I’ll cum, such a needy whore,” Seungmin cursed under his breath as he felt your walls clench around his cock, “cum for me”, he growled, and with a few more thrusts you came with a very loud and desperate scream of his name as you tightened around him, his thrusts becoming increasingly more desperate as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high like a man searching for water in a desert.

You whimpered, your nails clawing into the counter, clenching around him as your moans sounded almost pornographic, tipping his own orgasm over the edge, making him bury his head into your neck and cum with you, his seed painting your walls as he fucked you through his own orgasm, your legs feeling like jelly from the overstimulation, only relenting slightly as you felt him start to soften inside you, before he pulled out, the mixture of both your cum running down your legs slowly as Seungmin moved to grab some paper towels, cleaning you up as you both panted, trying to catch your breath as you bit your lip at the aftercare he was giving.

He helped you back into your bikini before pulling his own shorts back on, wiping the sweat from his forehead and smirked to you, who had collapsed onto the stool at the island, pulling him in between your legs as you leant up to cup his face, kissing him as his hands found their way to your head, keeping you close as you smiled into the kiss.

That was cut short.

“What the fuck is going on?” You heard someone speak, their tone angry as you whipped your head to the side, seeing Chan and Jisung stood at the kitchen door, Chan looking like he was about to kill either one of you whilst Jisung’s jaw hung open. “One of you has approximately 10 seconds to tell me what you think you’re doing before I lose my shit.” He bit, Jisung’s hand holding him back as you opened your mouth to answer, before Seungmin held a finger to your lips, his other hand still holding onto you as he glared at Chan,

“I just bent your sibling over the counter and fucked them, but I didn’t need your permission to do that, neither does it matter if they see me.” He said, his tone sarcastic as Chan gaped at the answer he was just given, “So unless you’re here to watch round 2, I suggest you don’t speak.” Chan went to lunge at Seungmin, before you stood up, pushing yourself between the two men, your height wasn’t very intimidating, but the hesitation from Chan told you the look you were giving him was the complete opposite.

“I’m tired of you telling me what I can and can’t do, I’m not a little child anymore, and I can’t help who I fall for.” You bit at Chan, who seemed doubly taken aback as you had been, from your newfound confidence of standing up to your brother. “If you haven’t got anything good to say, I would rather you don’t say anything to me. But today was the first day I felt free from you.” You said, your voice wobbling slightly as you felt hands wrap around your waist protectively, looking over your shoulder to see Seungmin shooting daggers at Chan, who seemed defeated.

He sighed softly, shaking his head in dispair, “You’re right, I shouldn’t care, I forget you’re not my little sibling anymore. It doesn’t mean it hurts less seeing you with a friend, but I trust you Seungmin, so look after them.” Chan spoke with an oddly calm voice, as the other member of the group came inside to see the commotion, a few cheering slightly as they saw Seungmin wrapped around you. “Take care of them for me, it’s not my duty anymore, and if you’re happy, I’m not stopping it any longer.”

You offered a small smile of thanks to Chan as you felt Seungmin relax behind you slightly, not releasing his grip on you from behind as Jeongin coughed awkwardly.

“Does this mean we can stop hearing Seungmin whine about how much he has a crush on Y/N now- OW?” Jeongin hissed as Changbin dug his elbow into his side, earning a scowl from the Maknae as the others laughed, Chan even joining in, as you turned to Seungmin. “Do you want to take this upstairs?” You purred almost, as the boys behind you whistled, Seungmin simply rolling his eyes as he nodded to you, picking you up under your ass as you wrapped your legs around him.

“We will see you tomorrow.” Seungmin put it simply, as he carried you to the stairs.

“Remember a condom!” Chan called after you, which earnt a giggle from the pair of you in return. If only he knew.

That night, neither of you slept. But that didn’t matter, you had each other's company. That was enough for the two of you.

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yourlittlebunnyy · 2 months

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kind hearted -tamlin x reader

masterlist - honeyed flower

this can be read alone, but i suggest reading honeyed flower before!

summary: Tamlin proves that his heart is pure.

warnings: super cute and fluffy

wc: 2.8k

Tamlin is the High Lord of the Spring Court, a place where fairies reside, yet in five hundred years he has never seen any, until... a few days ago.

He can't get you and your wings, your face and your joyful, selfless personality out of his head. You even gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him feel like a little kid struggling with his first crush, and damn, it sure wasn't like that.

A rush of awe curls the wrinkles in his forehead into a grimace. You're making him weak, and he barely knew you.

He tosses and turns in bed, unable to sleep, and it's your fault. He sits at the end of the bed, elbows resting on his legs and hands holding his face. With a sigh, he gets up and gets dressed.

The night is silent, and the only light available to him is the moon, which makes his horse's coat glow a shimmering white. It reminds him of your wings.

He retraces his steps, surrounded by silence and little else. To enter the village he must get the approval of the Village Chiefs, who note whether he has a pure heart. He thinks hard about what to do.

Tamlin is not sure he owns it, after all the things he has done, the people he has hurt. But you told him his heart is pure, that the trees themselves told you so.

Yeah, he thinks puffing out a laugh to himself, you talk to the trees. It's so surreal that he wonders if he didn't dream it, but he chases the thought away when he sees the small valley and flowers as big as trees in the distance. He keeps riding for a while, and when the trees thin out completely, he decides to dismount and proceed on foot.

Your village is just as beautiful and fragrant as he remembered, and his gaze points directly to your flower, the scent of thick honey in the air seems to call to him even though he cannot see it in this darkness. Fortunately, a few fireflies illuminate the area.

He notices the first two flowers, the tallest ones, those of your Village Chief. He remembers what you told him the first time you saw each other; he remembers everything all too well. He sees the figures of two elderly fairies resting and wonders if he hasn't made a mistake. Everyone is clearly asleep and he doesn't want to disturb them, fearing mainly that he will arouse annoyance and not be admitted.

Just as he turns to retrace his steps, an elderly male voice, inspiring sagacity and wisdom, speaks. He almost gets a deja-vu of how you met.

"Who are you, boy?" He says, and sleep leaves clear marks on the fairy's face. Tamlin watches him and does not speak. He, too, possesses wings, but not as beautiful as yours. His seem graying and bear clear signs of his age. His face, though old, is still beautiful. However, he does not seem to appreciate his silence.

"Are you a visitor?" He asks testily, flapping his large wings only a couple of times to cushion the descent from his flower. He keeps his tone low so as not to wake the rest of the village, but another fairy, the other Village Chief, seems to wake up anyway.

"I am Tamlin. The High Lord of this Court." He says confidently, the authoritative High Lord tone. He just hopes it's the right thing to do. Maybe they'll let him in anyway, given his notoriety, without looking at his heart.

"Well, we are the Village Chiefs. I'm Dina, and this is Finn. What are you doing here, boy?" Tamlin is surprised by their words. It's as if they just don't recognize his figure, he wants to retort that he could kill them all, but in the end what would change for him? They did nothing but talk to him as if he were their equal. Maybe he doesn't mind so much, freeing himself from social constructs.

"I just happened to be here by accident, I was riding with my horse." He shifts and with his chin points to the animal tied to a tree not too far away. The two fairies watch it open-mouthed, as if they had never seen such a thing. Similar to your reaction the first time you saw it, he thinks, have you never seen horses in your life?

They recover a few moments later, their gaze back on him. They seem to have noticed his little lie, or maybe the trees have told them, but they say nothing.

"If you want to enter our village, we will have to establish that your heart is pure." Finn says with a hand on his chin. "I'll go and get things ready.

Entertain the visitor, dear." Dina nods. And with that, the fairy leaves his sight as he enters the dark forest, a handful of fireflies following him. Perhaps he is able to speak to them as well.

He feels the female's gaze on him, and he keeps his face high and proud, despite the agitation eating him inside. What if he is not as pure as you told him? What if he can never see you again?

"And so, you are here tonight because you found our village by chance?" The fairy's voice is accusatory, her wings seem to open even wider, proud.

Tamlin nods as he looks into her eyes. Fae often felt intimidated by such a thing, but she didn't seem to pay too much attention to it.

And anyway, his wasn't completely a lie. He had indeed found you and your village by accident. Just not tonight. Dina raises an eyebrow. Tamlin wonders if crossing his hands to his chest would be appropriate, but the fairy goes away before he can do so.

Tamlin does not know what to do now that he is alone. He keeps looking in the direction of your flower as if among the darkness you might pop out at any moment.

A figure does indeed make space, but its silhouette does not match yours. Is it Dina, who has returned with a... big leaf?

"Here." She hands him what he recognizes to be a palm leaf. What on earth are palm trees doing in the Spring Court? He grabs it and twirls it between his fingers, his eyebrows furrowed. Dina seems to notice his confusion.

"It will be used to cover you during the ritual." Tamlin squints. You didn't tell him that he must be naked, and you especially didn't tell him that his only garment, if you can call it that, would be a leaf from a palm tree.

"Don't make that face, boy. You'll be alone, maybe." At this point he is even more confused and only wishes someone would explain to him how this blessed ritual takes place. Finn returns a few moments later, more tired than before. Dina greets him by supporting him with her arms, bringing him close to his flower and making sure he goes up without a problem. She whispers something in his ear and places a kiss on his forehead before returning to him.

"Finn is tired. I will lead you." Without waiting for an answer she slips through the trees, and the fairy's fireflies now wander around Dina. Tamlin follows her without a word.

They walk for a few minutes until they come to a small expanse in the trees. How did he not notice it before?

He looks around and admires the landscape. His eyes become hungry for that atmosphere. It is a dream. He never realized that his court could contain so much beauty. He wonders if at this moment he is being blessed by Mother herself.

The trees have the gaps between the bark glowing, making them look ethereal. The small empty space in the center is covered with a carpet of flowers that seems to glow in the same way as the trunks and roots. And kneeling in it is you. Dressed only in a light, short white robe, there is you.

Dina called you as she was going to get the leaf. You would have liked to sleep, but she shook your flower making you annoyed.

"Don't touch my flower!" You say coming down as if the petals were a slide, you love doing that. Dina rolls her eyes, visibly sleepy like you. Fairies need more sleep than other species, or they tend to get either nervous or stupid. It is also why they are so secretive - they are not particularly productive in society.

"A visitor is waiting for you in the Pool of Purity for the ritual." She simply tells you, then disappears toward her flower. You sigh, but are happy nonetheless. It is strange to have two visitors arrive in such a short time, Tamlin and now this stranger. Or maybe - your wings have a spasm - you lengthen your steps to the small secret clearing and find no one. Maybe Dina has gone to get whoever is here.

You kneel on the fresh dewy grass and set to work: the sooner you complete the ritual, the sooner you can return to the softness of your flower. You place your flattened palms on the cool earth and begin to hum a prayer for the Mother. The trees begin to glow with magic that fades from pink to purple to blue, and expands to the center of the clearing, covering it with small, colorful flowers that are also overflowing with energy.

You are focused on your little prayer that you don't even turn to look when you hear Dina speaking to the visitor.

"I leave you in the hands of our sweetest Y/n. She will guide you through the ritual, otherwise she will escort you back to the border." And with these last words, she leaves.

Only now do you raise your head, your hands still in the blades of grass that have now turned blue. Your breath catches in your throat and your body stiffens at the sight of Tamlin. So he kept his word and came back! He offers you a big smile, and careless of having left the prayer in half, you jump up and run to hug him. This time he is prepared and promptly reciprocates the affection-filled squeeze, his hands on your hips as he inhales your honey-sweet scent. Your wings quiver as you hold him even tighter. You are sad as you part, and a small pout wrinkles your nose. Tamlin chuckles as he turns the leaf over in his fingertips.

"So you will be my guide, Y/n." You offer him a joyful smile as you hop back to kneel where you were before, resting your hands on your thighs you watch him. He is so beautiful with all the colors reflected on his face, so magical.

"I'm very excited, TamTam! I think all you have to do is undress and lie down on the bed of flowers.

The trees will give their final verdict when they are ready." Tamlin looks at you. You can tell by his glance that he is slightly embarrassed.

"Okay, I'll go behind that tree while you change. You make yourself comfortable!" With a graceful movement you stand up and give him his space, and as he changes he feels his heartbeat calm down. If the trees determine his purity, and not the Village Chiefs, then he has nothing to worry about.

You come back out of your hiding place after a couple of minutes and find Tamlin lying down, his arms behind his head revealing his sculpted chest. He looks like a statue from how perfect he is. Your gaze wanders over his body with curiosity, a slight blush covers your cheeks, and Tamlin chuckles when he sees your pupils dilate, he feels your eyes on him as if they're branding him.

"Now... now I'll proceed." You're slightly awkward, and Tamlin can't help but wonder if this is the first time you've done this. Or that you've seen a naked man.

You kneel in the same spot and place your palms on the ground, just as you were before he came. Tamlin is about to speak, but you block him with a hand sign.

"Show respect, Tamlin." You warn him in a serious tone that he has never heard on you. You feel a little guilty, so you add, "and please extend your arms down your body or the roots won't be able to catch you."

"What?"

"Shhh" You shush him once more. Silence is restored again, and for a few minutes the only audible sound is the forest. Then you start chanting a prayer and Tamlin does not recognize the words, but he recognizes the language. It is the ancient language of the Fae, long since forgotten. How do you know it? No, how do the fairies know it?

The problem he has just posed fades when he feels something touch him basically all over, from his neck to his feet. He opens the eyes he didn't even realize he had closed. Luminescent roots are pinning him to the ground. What the hell? Is this by any chance a trap?

He tries to struggle, but it's too late, and whatever prayer you're reciting is blocking all his powers. He watches you, your eyes closed and your lips whispering ancient and long-forgotten words. All this time you have been luring him to you with your perfect face and those inviting wings only to do what, kill him? Tamlin feels bitterness in his mouth.

You open your eyes after the trees inform you that something is wrong. You look at Tamlin trying to free himself from the roots and squint, it's a miracle you didn't pull your hands off the ground or you would have interrupted the ritual.

"Tam! Stop immediately or all this will be for nothing!" You say alarmed. He looks at you coldly, anger and rancor in his eyes. You don't understand, wasn't this what he wanted? Maybe it's your fault, you're doing something wrong. Your eyes become glossy.

"Are you trapping me?" He asks. Everything is clearer to you now; you giggle when you realize what all the fuss was about. He thought you were trying to hurt him!

"No, silly." Laughter shakes your shoulders. "The roots will reach to your heart, to listen to it. They won't hurt you!" Tamlin mentally calls himself a fool.

You smile at him one last time before closing your eyes again and resuming your chants.

After minutes, or maybe hours, the roots finally begin to recede and your prayers cease. You take your hands off the earth and thank Mother one last time. You get up, stretching your legs and yawning. The sun is rising and the other fairies are probably waking up now. Tamlin stands up, supporting the leaf with one hand, and looks at you expectantly. You blush heavily and go back behind the tree.

You make your way to him toward the flower field, while meanwhile your friends have gathered in a circle to find out the verdict. You keep your chin up, proud. You have always been on their side, never on this. You take great pride for what you just did.

"I thought the ritual was over." Tamlin whispers from behind your ear. Your wings seem to shiver at that closeness.

"Not yet. Now the Village Chiefs will open the flower and tell if you possess a pure heart." You turn to him and point a finger at his chest. He takes the hand you used and kisses your knuckles, smiling at you. Your eyes land on your bare feet as a lovely blush covers your cheeks.

You bring him next to Dina and Finn, who seems to have recovered, and they put Tamlin between them.

You retrace your steps to the small clearing where you performed the ritual and grab the taller flower that sprang up where Tamlin once lay. More than flower, a bud.

And when the two Village Chiefs make it bloom, then the color of its petals will tell whether he can enter or not.

You place it in Dina's hands and stand beside her. Your heart is pounding even if you already know that Tamlin has a pure heart. You are also happy that the Village Chief fairy trusted you so much that she gave you such a complex task.

Also, you feel useful! This is one of the few rituals you can do without a mate.

Dina begins to blow on it, murmuring a pleading prayer to the Mother, and then passes the sprout to Finn, who does the same. Finally it reaches the hands of Tamlin, who holds it uncertain of what to do. He meets your gaze in a question, and you smile at him, nodding, indicating that everything is going according to schedule.

The flower slowly blooms, revealing a beautiful rose -- white.

You laugh ecstatically and run to hug Tamlin, who is initially confused, but after your gesture understands he has passed the ritual. The Village Chiefs offer him a little bow and as if by instinct he reciprocates, one hand still clasped in yours and the other holding the lovely flower between his fingers.

The crowd of fairies thins out, the Village Chiefs themselves leave to begin their day, and it remains just you and Tamlin in the flower field.

"What does it mean if the flower is white?"

"Not only is your heart pure, TamtTam, but kind. You are kind hearted. And you did so well!" You exclaim, your eyes glistening with happiness. The wings must have twitched as many times as the fingers on your hands. He smiles sweetly at you.

"What now?" He asks you. You stare at him for a while and think about what is missing to show him: unfortunately nothing, you already showed him everything a few nights ago. Just as you're oing to pout, Violet and Spring appear from behind a flower, making you squeal excitedly. You jump and keep touching Tamlin's arm to get his attention, and when you have it, you point to a burgundy-red flower.

"Look, TamTam. Those are the little animals I told you about, the two fawns! Do you want to meet them?" And how could Tamlin say no, when you look at him with those big bunny eyes.

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catscidr · 9 months

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Imagine Yandere Dottore x puppet like reader 🤭

i got carried away (again) im sorry lmaogsnfs(ɾ⚈▿⚈)ɹ this isnt as yandere as u would expect it to be for a dottore post bc i love me some good slow burn and character development but its fine its still dottore ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: dottore tinkers with reader's inner stuff (literally), he gets weird about it includes: gn!reader, dottore, pantalone and dottore's clones mentionned for like a second wc: 1,5k

You and Dottore had a simple routine; once a week, he would fix you up from whatever had happened to your body and mechanical system from adventuring in the past seven days and, in exchange, you would let him look and poke around your intricate mechanisms so he could learn more about machines and artificial life in Teyvat. He was, first and foremost, a scholar after all.

However, he’s been getting a little more handsy and has seemed almost... worried the last two times you came back from your trips.

...Worried in his own way, of course.

The doctor wasn’t afraid to make you uncomfortable and, when he found a particularly harmful anomaly in your body, he could be even more insufferable. Nothing that you couldn’t handle- being mostly made up of elemental energy and cables gave you a pretty resistant body- so his change in attitude only irritated you more than it hurt. His hands, usually covered by surgical gloves, would lack the latex material to move aside your plates, leaving fingerprints all over the sides and corners. You voiced your annoyance with his behavior but, in normal Il Dottore fashion, he simply disregarded your complaints.

Today was no exception; you had just come back from a trip in Liyue, exploring the depths of the Chasm and underground mines, and came back to his lab covered in that gross, dark goo. You weren’t experiencing any side effects from the substance thankfully, still, the doctor argued that there had to be something wrong somewhere. The dirt stuck to your clothes and had no intentions of coming off when you rubbed at it (you considered bugging the Regrator to pay for a new outfit because there was no way you were going to lose your hard-earned mora just because a hilichurl decided to fling a handful of that filthy mud at you), but that was the extent of your problems. You kept insisting to the doctor that you were fine, that you just needed a good, long, scalding hot shower to scrape the dirt off of your artificial skin, but he just wouldn’t let it go.

You had taken off your overcoat, the extra layer being in the way of his handiwork and had tossed it somewhere on his desk in petty revenge. He paid no mind to the small mess you made of his workspace, his attention purely on you- or rather, his attention purely on a stubborn stain on the bottom of your neck, trickling down to your collarbone, stopping right before your inner layer of clothes. Right where that damn hilichurl had struck you.

“Do I need to send a segment with you every time you go out or will you stop putting yourself in situations where you get all fucked up and have to crawl back to me?” he grumbles dramatically under his breath, loudly enough for you to hear. Purposely.

With your head thrown back, tilted away from him to allow him the space to open up your neck panel to clean your inside system from the goo that had seeped through the cracks, you can do nothing but groan in annoyance, done with his passive aggressive comments demeaning your competency.

“You keep saying that, but I doubt you or your clones would be able to keep up with me. All you ever do is stay holed up in your lab. How would a hermit possibly be of help to me?” you huff, staring up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, you feel your hand clench and twitch repeatedly and you wince in discomfort. Glancing down, you see Dottore’s unamused and irritated gaze boring into you as he pinches the wire in your mechanism responsible for hand movement, a silent threat for you to tone down your attitude.

“What? It’s true!” you double down stubbornly, smacking his fingers away from you with your free hand. He scoffs, irritated, but doesn’t respond. He had better things to do than to prove himself to you, anyways. While he sulks, you bring your (previously twitching) hand up to the light, rolling your wrist and wriggling your fingers to make sure he didn’t damage anything.

“Next time I’ll just ask one of your clones to patch me up if you’re so pissed that I come see you when I get back from my trips,” you scoff, placing both hands flat on the vivisection table you were sitting on, leaning on them as you look at him with a raised brow. You can feel the tension radiating off of him, his jaw clenching as he straightens his back, looking (glaring) back at you.

“Don't,” he says simply, taking a step towards you and bringing his hands back up to your throat to finish the job he had started earlier- getting rid of that pesky mud.

You feel the atmosphere shift as clear as day. You may not be human, but you were pretty in-tune with emotions and how they worked; which was why you were even more confused as to why the Harbinger was acting this way. Tilting your head back to let him do what he was doing just a few minutes ago, you break the tense silence.

“Then stop being on my case,” you huff, closing your eyes to let him do what he had to do. You hear him hum in response and hold back the urge to scoff at him and his childish antics.

Dottore diligently and silently cleans the crevices of your neck and throat, nimble fingers fixing damaged wires and placing things back where they should be so everything is in order once more. With his usual mask absent, his face was impossibly close to your throat, almost inside of your puppet body as he studied how you worked. Instead of blood flowing through veins and creating a pulse, you had electro energy flowing through you, mimicking the veins you lacked. When you inhaled, a weak wave of energy would flow up the left side of your body, and when you exhaled it would go back down, and rinse and repeat. Dottore watched the process, pensive, while you stared at nothing, bored out of your mind.

“Are you done yet?” you ask quietly, legs itching to hop off the metal table. Dottore stays quiet for longer than usual, lost in thought.

In a flash, he puts his entire hand beneath your chest from the opening in your neck. His fingers brush something rubber-y in texture, digging deeper between your chest plate and the mess of cables mimicking a spine. You make a garbled noise of surprise, roughly pulled out of your thoughts and yank his hand out, face flushed with embarrassment and something akin to fury (but not quite).

“What the fuck was that?!” you hiss, hand still holding his wrist firmly. Dottore watches the way his hand prickles with electro as it fades in the air, his eyebrows furrowed and expression indecipherable. Crimson eyes flicker back up to meet yours. You can't help the shudder that passes through your body, swallowing a lump in your throat nervously from the intensity of his gaze.

“I wonder how your body would react if you were injected with hydro energy,” he murmurs to himself, still staring right at you. “Would you let me find out?” he asks, voice slightly louder than before.

“Would you let me do more than just observe your inner machinery?” he asks. The Harbinger takes a step forward.

“Would you let me toy with you?”

Dottore, now staring down at your sat figure, carried an aura you couldn’t decipher. With his body blocking the overhead lighting, it almost looked like his hair was reflecting the buzzing fluorescent lights of his lab, icy hair surrounding his head like a gentle halo. You feel your mouth get dry, rendered unable to respond.

“Only come to me. I’ll learn how your body works, inside and out. No one is to see you like this,” he whispers, face eerily still. “Not even my segments. I’ll behead them in front of you if need be.”

Dottore held his face mere inches away from yours, his ragged breath tickling your cheeks as it made the stray strands of hair flutter. Your eyes never left his, not even when he brought one hand up to your face, sliding across your cheek to tangle itself into your hair while his other hand glid across the cables inside your chest cavity in uncharacteristic fondness. Though his fingers were gentle and soft, his eyes didn’t betray the flicker of something sinful.

“Would you like that? To be able to study their innards,” he says in a sickly-sweet tone. You study his face; his eyes, usually swimming with irritation and contempt, held a hint of something akin to devotion.

“Let me study yours. Let me pull you apart completely and then put you back together. I’m not satisfied with simply looking anymore,” he hisses, eyes widening. “I want to mark you from the inside. So let me.”

You couldn’t find the will to protest.

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jvkeh · 2 years

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embarrassing things enhypen did during sex

⤷ c.w brief smut mentioned | enhypen legal line x reader | © jvkeh

# heeseung

after what felt like eternity, he got up from the bench, ready to accompany you into the shower and give you the fuck of a lifetime. you both were stripped down to nothing, the tension only amplifying the further you went without sexual interaction. and as he attempted to corner you into a corner and place a hand behind the wall, he realises there’s no grip when everything’s wet and his balance is thrown off. suddenly, heeseung is suddenly feeling his bare ass making contact with the floor and making him screech at the loud impact. he ended up having to limp out of the shower with your assistance, with a bright red imprint on his butt and a bruised ego that made him never want to attempt shower sex ever again. the only thing that came good out of it, is your pure laughter, but he makes a mental note to check you in with a psychiatric, as he’s concerned about your sense of humour.

# jay

he was hitting from the back at a strong pace, opening his mouth to let out what was expecting to be a loud groan at the sound of your pussy clenching on his cock, before a burp exits his mouth. you both pause momentarily, letting the volume and randomness of his burp take hold of your mind before his dick reminds you it’s still inside your cunt. you were torn between wanting to cum and wanting to leave the bed because he ruined the fast paced steamy atmosphere and now the air is beginning to smell like rotten eggs and cheese. “jay, this is really not appealing to me.” you broke the tension as you turned to look at jay, seeing him shrug. “don’t worry baby.” he replies, the egg and cheese radiating off his voice and making you scrunch your nose up in disgust as he leaned over and kissed you, the scent reminiscing on your body now. “it’s the beauty of life.” it be more beautiful if he brushed his teeth.

# jake

you were riding his thigh, as he laid back into the couch, eyes closed and his abs unclenched. it’s been like this for the past ten minutes, and while you were struggling to reach the end purely on your own, you were confused to why jake’s thigh wasn’t tensed. there was wet marks imprinted on his trackpants, yet he wasn’t reacting the way you wanted. pausing, you waited for him to say something, before realising he was softly snoring. he fell asleep. “jake!” you shouted, angry at the fact he completely abandoned your problem in favour of some zs, and he shook under the sound of your voice, eyes flying open as his hands begin to find his way back onto your waist. “oh yeah babe keep goin-” he tries to resume with a sleepy voice, until jake makes eye contact with your not impressed face, and then the both of you broke out in laughter. (you gave him a earful after that)

# sunghoon

“look, it came out accidentally. like, no person with common sense would do that intentionally.” sunghoon tries to reason with you as you looked at him in disbelief. “don’t water down the problem, hoon. i know what i heard.” you rolled your eyes, pulling your underwear back up, not wanting to continue with your ministrations now he did it. “i’m not having sex with you until you stop this issue. because it happened more than once!” and sunghoon can only slap his face in annoyance, frustrated to why it happened again when he made a promise to you not to do it anymore. you see the dejected look on his face, and only sighed before placing an arm on his shoulder. “look, love, i know you’re frustrated. but it’s hard to actually cum myself when you moan out your own name when you climax.”

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idliketobeatree · 2 months

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prompt: mindreading

pairing: crystal/niko (heavily implied, but can be read as one-sided pining if that's your jam), ficlet, 700~ words, T

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"Wait, you want me to read your mind? You're not scared of someone taking a peek into that brain of yours?"

Maybe it's because of her own peculiar experiences with... not exactly unwanted, but genuinely huge mistakes of wanted guests in her head. But Crystal cannot fathom the idea to voluntarily make anyone privy to your thoughts, on a whim. She's done it enough for other people, sure; usually under the disguise of a case and protected by the motives, but she still had a preference of simply talking to people, hoping for the best that they would disclose the necessary information. Her budding empathy clashes somewhat with her psychic powers. There was a time she vaguely remembers, where she wouldn't bat an eye at using them for her advantage, even if it meant stepping on a few heads. Well. Not anymore.

It made something in her chest feel noble; a sensation she was not used to.

With great power comes great responsibility, et cetera, right?

Nevertheless, the casual allowance of Niko to make herself comfy in her brain, with no specific time slot seems intimate down to a T. Something you would allow under very specific circumstances, preferably after thorough discussion with the subject. A life or death situation, perhaps. It would be reserved for the closest bunch of people, unless your poor judgement decided to omit the jarring red flags and said, you know what, my scarlet matches your ruby.

There are choices you cannot go back from, as she is painfully aware.

In her lap, Niko brushes two fingers along Crystal's knuckles, from where she is cradling her palm. It feels strangely precious, encased in the softness of the other girl's hand. Crystal's gaze glides over to the intricate rings matching the long, beautiful pastel nails, decorated with small pearls and tiny ribbons. The touch brings dual sensations: there are the pads, soft like a cat's and similar to it, the sharper points of the nails leave blunt dents on the top of her palm. She belately realises, I wouldn't mind if you pressed harder. Make me feel it.

Crystal's gaze snaps back upwards, guiltily. She almost regrets it. The way Nico's face twists into a shy smile, Crystal feels the touch spark through her hand and race towards the chest like a livewire, a pulsing need. "I have nothing to hide from you."

"That's not true. Everyone has secrets they want to keep," she protests weakly.

"I promise to keep it G-rated," Niko laughs, and Crystal is lightheaded from it, glad she is already sitting down, because hey, did she just—

"Crystal. You need to see the bird."

Before she can cut it short, Niko lifts the hand she so generously cradled up to her forehead— in a mimicry of the main guy from— uh, was it the X-Men movies? Like she believed touching the temples while mindreading was essential to the process. Crystal's powerless against the flutter of her eyelashes when she's trying to focus and relax at once, the slightest of frowns gracing her forehead.

Her fingers are being gripped harder, determined. She wants to keep her there.

Crystal debates on whether it would work anyway, because how could she think about some stupid bird, when Niko is right there? An open, well-loved paperback, ready to fill you with strange images of her own design.

She gets hit with a memory like a pop-up ad, but without the surge of overwhelm and annoyance, the part where she's prying open inside smoother than anticipated.

The sight comes with a filter of pure admiration and some childlike wonder. The edges of the vision are swimming in bright, peak summer hues, teal sky and rich green bushes with pinkish yellow sparkling in the heat. Niko must have watched the scene from a sidewalk, and she had to be pretty close to see so clearly. The crow inside the memory drops a walnut from its beak right before a car drives over it, cracking open the hard shell, and the bird dives precisely half a second later, catching the remains of the nut in mid-air. Show off, Crystal snickers to herself. Surprisingly, she finds a familiar, amused chuckle reverbating around her temple. It's strange enough that Crystal gets thrown out of the vision far too quickly. She pushes the need to stay, down.

Niko cracks open one eye, apparently much too excited to keep going. "Did you see that? Did you see?"

"Uh. Yeah. I did." It's a tiny shock, to come out of the vision. "That was..."

Unexpected. Amazing. If I saw the world through your eyes, I wouldn't think it's genuine shit all the time.

"...nice."

#wlw pining my utter beloved #niko sasaki #crystal palace #palasaki #twirls my hair and giggles #crystiko #dead boy detectives #ficlet #dbda #dbda fic #snippet #dead boy detective agency #marcela writes #inspired as always by the Loveliest Bunch of People from the DGD server chat 💕

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starryficsfinishwen · 1 year

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✧。◟[NSFW] ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ — wanshi x reader [PGR]

all we do is think about the feelings that we hide

a.n. - halsey thanks for this beautiful song (titled "drive" too), you gave me too much inspo and I love it. also I ended up listening to the whole Badlands album as I write this down lmao also here's to hoping we get an s wanshi soon!

pairing - wanshi x f!doctor

words - 3,476

warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MAJOR SMUT AHEAD: thigh riding, penetration, degradation (mentions of whore, slut), orgasm denial, creampie??. mean!dom!wanshi x sub!bratty reader. bratty reader because hehe. also a little exhibitionism down there. STRONG USE OF MATURE LANGUAGE. friends with benefits au! doesn't seem like this thing has plot kek just purely smut, I swear.

Anger has a vice grip on your throat.

Clawing and clamoring at the apex of your tongue, teeth gritting hard to prevent the profanity from spewing on your lips. Your shoulders shake as the events of earlier replay in your mind, fingers curled into fists that you feel your nails digging into the palm of your hand — it's raw; how anger bubbles like a pan full of boiling water, and you want to throw it away viciously into the source of your miseries.

Fuck the autonomy. Fuck the anarchy of your workplace. Fuck the Star of Life.

You wanted nothing more than to let the anger run wild and hope it won't make a home out of your hollowed out chest.

Fortunately for you, the ride you've been waiting for has finally arrived.

The clanking of your heels reverberates throughout the hall as you walk to your transport, but you no longer care if someone watches. Flinging the car door open, you throw yourself onto the chair, slamming the door shut. Your anger doesn't sizzle out, instead, it flares up the moment you catch a glimpse of silver hair in your peripheral vision.

“So angry today,” he chuckles, with a deep voice laced with grogginess, “where to, Princess?”

“Anywhere.” You flat out spoke, not bothering to hide the annoyance in the way you speak, “Just drive.”

He doesn't say a word; instead, he fiddles with the keys, the engine revving back to life. Staring outside the moving car, you find yourself swimming, bathing in the city lights of Babylonia's nightlife.

It stays that way: the occasional sound of the wheels passing through asphalt and concrete, his stepping on the accelerator, and the music of the Golden Age on his dashboard. You've long put on your seatbelt but twiddle the strap absentmindedly. You look away from the front, his gaze is on you. Your hands hold themselves into fists, his left on the steering wheel and the other on the stick shift. It doesn't quell the anger in your bones, it only feels too familiar. A routine, if you must.

“You must have done something.” His usual sleepy voice is unlike when he's serious and focused. It's a voice that brings a shiver to your spine.

“I haven't.” You huffed, “This is none of your business.”

“Said the girl who called for me to pick her up.” You don't miss the taunting smile tugging his lips, “You're a walking contradiction.”

“Wanshi.” The name goes as an echo in your head, as a shiver down there, “Did I not tell you to shut up?”

“Then, you shouldn't have called for me.” His voice is sharp enough to cut through silence.

It agitates you. The feelings resurface — anger, frustration, indignation — all crashing into something horribly beautiful, something that claws from the back of your throat to the inside of your thighs (you cross them together now, Wanshi doesn't turn a blind eye to it). Your anger resigns for a short while; your hand reaches and wraps itself on the hand on the stick shift, grasping and desperate to show who's boss.

“Drive,” you muttered, “Keep driving until I say so.”

Sooner or later, the scenery turns into something you're familiar with. It doesn't take long; the humming of the engine, the tale-tell sign of the starry night lulling into midnight, the ocean waves crashing onto the shore, the throbbing of your core aching and aching.

You hear the chair creak. You look away from the ocean. You look at the man instead.

Silver hair, refined jaw, pale face. He reclines himself on the back of the car door, legs spread out up to your thighs. He stares back at you, amber eyes illuminated with an emotion you've long recognized since you both established this contract.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” He whispered, “Use me as you like.”

It makes you rethink the contract.

But you're here anyways: straddling his thighs, your legs clenching on it as if your dear life depends on it, hands clawing on his hips. The medical gown you wore is now slung lazily on your chair, the first two buttons on your uniform already open as your cleavage is shown in all its glory, your teeth biting down on the hem of your skirt. You've long discarded your underwear (it's in his pockets, you're somehow aware), and you're desperately humping on Wanshi's thighs.

Whines of frustration escape your quivering lips, the anger in your bones twisting and turning, wanting to be transformed into pure pleasure. But such pleas fall deaf on Wanshi's ears, as his attention is elsewhere but you.

“Wanshi,” your call becomes a whimper, much to your chagrin, “Pay attention to me.”

“You think you deserve it?” He chuckles, amber eyes focused on the book he held, “After being such a brat? Is that how I should be treated?”

“You- ngh,” your pussy flinches, as it catches a part of his pants that deliciously rubbed your neglected clit, “I-I wasn't...”

“Work hard for it, doctor.” His teasing makes your hole quiver once more, the title somehow causing you to be more embarrassed with what you're doing with a man like him.

You've long noticed the tent in his pants, twitching whenever you cried out. Trying to relieve from its restraints, you slowly rubbed it, the outline surpassing the length of your fingers, leather wet from the constraints held somewhere inside-

Wanshi flicks away your hand. Amber eyes stare at you, to which you glare back.

“Fuck you.”

“I will, when you stop being a brat.”

Your ego, unfortunately, doesn't bow down to such a request. You want it raw - the thrill of sex sending your mind into overdrive, the grasps of hands you'd lose sensation from holding on too much. And so, you continue to grind on his thighs, wherever the mere journey of your escapade ends.

You look at him once more — Wanshi. BPE-47. Support-type construct. You've always known him as a reliable healer, for both humans and constructs. After all, he's been a revered war hero and nurse, someone who could keep everyone around him alive. But why is it now, he who made this contract with you, making you choke in the loss of pleasure? You don't even remember the details as to when you've both made this arrangement. All you want right now is just to be fucked full by him and him alone.

“Mm?” Wanshi's eyes flickered at you, and it made your heart skip a beat, “That's new. Did you only call me just so you can do this?”

“No.” You hurriedly said, the pleasure starting to seep into you, wetness coating a patch in his pants, “I...I was just thinking.”

“Say it, then.” He lowers the book in his hand, eyes now attentively looking at your every move, “I don't have all night.”

“I-I had to do 4 operations in two straight days.” You began, gritting your teeth, the reminiscent anger poking you incessantly, “The nurses were bitches throughout the operation.”

A hand crawls ever so slowly to your thighs. He rubs slow and languid circles, tracing up to the outline of your skirt. “Mm, then?”

“I told...I told them to be more attentive or the patient would deviate,” you see his hand caressing outside your uniform, twiddling the bottom buttons, and you swallowed, “but, ah- they didn't listen...”

He's opening the first button. With his amber eyes, he threatens to stop if you stopped talking. And so, you continue, “The-The doctors were assholes as well.”

You want more, the anger subsiding into something you've craved for: pleasure. He's being attentive, finally. The book was already discarded to the dashboard of the car, two of his hands unbuttoning your uniform agonizingly slow (his fingers would slip through, your torso shivering at his every touch). Although you've been talking about your shitty experiences at the Star of Life, they've become a mindless babble to you, mind occupied with the way his hands were exploring the expanse of your exposed skin as the last button is finally opened. Wanshi drags his fingers over your stomach, your sides, your hips- his fingers trail to your back, unhooks your bra fast, like how he has been doing for a long, long while now, hands now cupping your breasts, touching everywhere else there but the two neglected nubs.

“That's it?” His movements halt, causing you to whine, but his hands are still holding your chest, “Over trivial matters?”

You don't remember it being trivial. Ah, maybe it is, now that he's touching you, now that you're too hell-bent on wanting his touch for you. Wanshi looks at you, a free hand reaching out to your chin. His thumb rubs the outline of your lips, carefully staring at your contorting expression. He's always done this before- watching you as if memorizing your every move. Without a warning, he slips his thumb past your lips, toying with your tongue. Your hips stutter at the intrusion, as he squeezes your chest.

“You know, I never got to tell you this, you may look pretty when you're talking about your problems at work.” He glances at your lips taking in his thumb, before looking up at your irises, voice dropping an octave lower. “But you always look prettier when you're silent and sucking on something else.”

He matches the thrust of his fingers in your mouth to your hips. Pleasure rebuilds itself as knots in your stomach, his hands and mouth aiding as he latches on one mound, his other free hand fondling your other breast. It drives you wild and wilder, waiting for the right time to come, with or without his permission.

Yet, before you could, the sound of an engine draws closer, closer to where Wanshi had parked the car. Fear intertwines your sense of pleasure, pussy violently clenching around nothing, as your hips falter with irregular movements. Wanshi noticed it long before you, so before you could surrender yourself to the pleasure, he pulls himself away.

A regretful moan escapes your mouth, the telltale sign of the ruined orgasm causing the anger in your muscles to reignite. “What the hell-”

“I didn't tell you to cum yet.” He looks behind to see another car parked beside him. “Tsk, a shame.”

He says so, but he pulls you closer. It catches you off-guard, moaning out his name as you feel the friction of his bulge under your soaking pussy. “Do you want to be caught like this, doctor? Would you like to be known that an esteemed doctor of the Star of Life is moaning like a cheap whore inside this car?”

Your cunt throbs at his words. Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes, as you cover your mouth. Your face rests on his shoulder, eyes trailing as you recognize the car next to you. Two people step out, wearing the same lab gown you have, but you couldn't recognize the faces. Effortlessly lifting you up, he starts to unzip his pants. While he's at it, you can feel the outline of his hand under you, and you're sure he's purposely teasing you more. You grunt out in annoyance, to which he only laughs.

“So naughty,” he drags the zipper down awfully slow, “I should have known when you've already wet yourself in my pants. I wonder how my captain would react.”

He leans upward, teeth grazing your ear, “That a little whore has been playing with her toy.”

“Wanshi,” your mouth betrays you, a breathy moan calling out his name. You feel his thumb rubbing your overstimulated clit now, ruthlessly shoving a finger into your quivering hole.

“I'm not fucking you like this,” He whispers, continuing his ministrations as he nibbles your earlobe, “You've been so bratty lately, you're ruining the mood.”

Your ego is your Achilles' heel. You want it to crumble, you want it down, just to let him in. But instead, it makes you bite your lips to prevent moans from coming out, it makes you shake. Your strength has long disappeared already though, making you unable to shake away the hand that is abusing your trembling pussy.

“Fuck you.”

“Am I not doing that right now, darling?” Chuckling, he fiddles with your ruined hair, “We've long established that, haven't we?”

The two people outside of the car are laughing now. You're suddenly aware: the car windows aren't that tinted, and you know that they will notice the shake of the car. Wanshi starts to groan.

“Fuck- ah, you're squeezing my hand now. Did you think you'll cum that easily?”

“N-no, I-”

“-oh, or did the newcomers notice?” He starts to laugh, mischievously pulling his hands away, “I think you know these people, yes? They seem nice. Should we give them a show?”

“Wanshi don't be stu- ah,”

Without a warning, Wanshi sinks his cock into you in one fluid thrust. A loud moan of his name tumbles out of your lips, and he has to shove his fingers in your mouth.

You feel so full, so fucking full. You imagine it now, his cockhead teasing your cervix, girth pulsating deeply in your walls.

“You actually want to put on a show, huh?” You taste yourself in the fingers inside your mouth, albeit bitter, but you're too focused on his length that seemed to already reach the deepest part down there.

“[Y/N]- nngh, you're so tight.” He pulls you by the shoulder, smiling when he sees the look on your face, “...already fucked out?”

As if in a daze, you shake your head, “N-No...I-” Your whines grew into something pitiful, as you mindlessly ground your hips, desperate to make him move already, “Wanshi, Wanshi,”

He pulls his fingers away to grasp your chin, angling to kiss you. It's rough, it's soft, it's everything - the first proper kiss of tonight, you should've memorized it: his tongue, his lips, the outline.

“How pretty,” his chuckles passed through your ear and exited to the other, his eyes taking sight of you unraveling like this in his lap, “My pretty little slut.”

The slapping of skin. The sound of lips crashing onto each other. There are no lovers in this story. Only two individuals in one car, chasing the heights and highs of infatuation, drilled in the expanse of lust. One chases the thrill of sex, the other- no one knows. Wanshi could only behold this sight that only he can see alone, ingrained in his M.I.N.D.

His hand grips your hips, nails digging in so that he'll leave bruises in the morning. Latching on one mound, he sucks on it as if his life depended on it. Upon hearing your moan, Wanshi begins to thrust upwards.

“You like that, don't you, doctor?” A title that he's long forgotten in the past, now used for someone he adores, “I think you've done enough. Let me return your favor.”

He feels your pussy clench as he jerked to meet your movement. Low, breathy groans intertwined with whiny moans. You've probably forgotten your name now, as your mouth only calls out to the man fucking you full. Although he fucks you ruthlessly, his gaze seems gentle. Forget the world outside, or the people close — you endlessly chase this heavenly high.

“You're close.”

“Mmph, mmhm-” Your fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, your other hand holding onto his shirt. “I...I have o-one- ah, more request.”

“Say it.”

You looked up, exposing your neck. You've always fooled around with Wanshi, yet nothing but bruises hidden under uniforms and shirts. And right now...you're asking for something that seems different than the usual arrangement.

“Mark me,” you whispered, “please.”

It's a plead, not a request. But who was Wanshi to deny you, when you've asked so sweetly? Pulling you closer, one hand propped under your pussy and twiddling with your clit, Wanshi bares his teeth near your neck, breath fogging even your common sense.

“You will cum when I say so, [Y/N].” He hears you whine, “You better listen.”

You're listening all right. Not when the overstimulation clouds your judgment, not when you hear the suspicion on the outsider's faces, not when Wanshi starts to nip that specific side of your neck- you try not to cum. No, you were far better than that. You forgot that this was just an arrangement, a contract.

The first bite in your neck is painful, but it sends you to paradise. Your body shakes, an impending orgasm rushing to meet you. Wanshi wishes to extend his fun, but he knows you've done enough, too fucked out to make thorough judgments. And he hears the outsiders talk closer now.

“[Y/N],” it's warm, it's hot — your cunt, molded now into the shape of his cock, after being fucked by him multiple times now — he wishes he could stay that way, entrapped in your warmth, but he feels his own self-control wither, “I'm close.”

Your pussy trembles in response. With one last thought, he whispers in your ear, “Who's making you like this, hm?”

“W-Wanshi,”

Your last thought is white noise. His thumb rubs your clit messily, before the magic word arrives, “Cum.”

You do. Oblivious to the world, you come undone, come unraveled in Wanshi's lap, mouth babbling words that you would never say when you're sober. You forget you're a doctor, you forget he's a construct. You forget everything but Wanshi and his name.

Wanshi fucks you through your orgasms, the grip of your hand in his hair grounding him as thick cum fills your overstimulated cunt. He calls out your name, a low moan that echoes in your ear. One rational sense hears the outsiders going back into the car, seemingly driving away. The other is busy holding your slacked body against him, breathing into the afterglow.

You think it's ethereal: his messy hair, the golden glow of the streetlight haloing behind him by the car window, your bodies molding into one another, each catching your breaths. Your eyes grow heavy. You think you should wash away the cum that's stuffed full of his now-softening dick inside you, but weariness slowly consumes you.

When the dark consumes you, you feel a gentle caress on your cheek, paired something warm covering your naked body.

“Sleep well, Princess.”

Solemnity flutters in your chest.

The next moment you wake, your body is heavy. But your head is on something soft, a pillow propped under it. You try to sit up, but you realize a new set of clothes is on you.

“I cleaned you up, Princess.” Wanshi's voice answers the questions running through your head, “You were snoozing too peacefully even when I was dressing you up.”

He's now sitting properly in the driver's seat as if nothing hot happened to the both of you earlier. Amber eyes are trailed to the sea, the glow of the streetlight showing the contours of his face.

A faint blush dusts your cheeks, “Thank you...”

“Don't mention it. I think it's time for you to go back to work anyways, wouldn't want your patients to be left alone.”

As he starts the engine, you start to think. Did you want to go back to the Star of Life now? The night seemed so early, and you wanted to spend more time with him. It wasn't part of the contract, right? A tug in your chest begs to be noticed, wanting him to notice it for himself.

His hand is on the stick shift. You reached out and held it. He looks at you, and you stare at his amber irises.

“Wanshi,” you breathed, “kiss me.”

“...did I not fuck the brattiness out of you earlier?”

The blush on your cheek deepened. “W-Wanshi...!”

He laughs genuinely now. You tug on his hand once more. Looking at you, he silently licks his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You spoke, “Kiss me, Wanshi.”

He's the first to reach out and cup your cheeks. Doing the favor to lean closer, foreheads touching, you closed your eyes. You feel his lips - cold, soft, wanting to be warm - before he closed the gap.

This kiss is softer, sweeter now. You wondered once if this contract would morph into something better, something warmer. But his kiss is now something you could equally call desperation, a want distinct to lust. You've both waited for this. He tilts your face, only to deepen the kiss.

Hesitantly, you pull away when you part for air. You opened your eyes to find Wanshi's lips swollen, a blush mirroring your own. Your hand is still with his. He doesn't move away.

“I'll...take you back to the hospital now.”

“I want to stay with you.” You squeezed his hand, “let's drive for now.”

And maybe you would talk a bit more than just drive.

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Slow It Down (D.R.W/S.F.K)- Chapter 9

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: ouid consumption

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July 25th, 12:56 PM

Closing his bedroom door firmly behind him, Danny drops his bags instantly, not caring if he made too much noise as he drags his feet on the floor on his way to the bed. He falls onto it facedown, letting his body and mind relax now that he was finally completely alone. As much fun Danny was having camping with the Kiszka brothers, the end of their trip could not have come fast enough. Even crammed into the back of Josh’s car with Sam, their knees pressed firmly against each other the entire drive home, had been almost too much for him to handle.

The entire trip had changed Danny’s perspective on Sam, more specifically on how Sam might feel about him. Waking up cuddling Sam that first morning may have been a pure accident, but when Danny woke up every morning after that with him fast asleep in his arms, he didn’t know what to think. Even worse, Sam’s flirty comments only increased as their week went on, going from quiet, joking comments when they were alone to almost explicit suggestions even in front of the twins.

Danny truly didn’t know what to do, his heart begging him to make some kind of move on Sam, but his mind telling him there was only one way this would end. The summer days would run out, Danny would go back to New York for school, and Sam wouldn’t follow. He would stay in Frankenmuth, alone, without Danny or his brothers. Danny only prayed that this time, he would answer his calls. Now that he finally had Sam back, he wasn’t ready to let go. He couldn’t bear to lose him again, not like last time.

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July 31st, 1:24 AM

Blinking sleep from his eyes, Danny fumbles for his phone in the darkness, the screen blinding him temporarily as he tries to figure out who decided to call him at one in the morning. Unsurprisingly, he sees Jake’s contact photo light up his screen again, having missed multiple calls from him. Guess I figured out what woke me up. What the fuck does he want and why can’t this wait a few more hours.

“Hello?” His voice is gravelly from sleep, still only half awake as his mind moves in slow motion.

“Danny! What are you doing tomorrow, well, today?” Jake’s words are fast and eager, filled with excitement despite how late it was.

“Uh? Nothing planned? Why?”

“Mom and Dad are going to a concert tomorrow night, tonight, whatever it is, without us; Chicago and Rick Springfield. The venue isn’t too far from us but they’re going up early and spending the next day there with some friends or something, so Sam, Josh, and I are taking over the living room for a movie marathon. Be over here by no later than two.”

Danny rubs his forehead, nearing annoyance at the reasoning for Jake waking him up as he tries to keep in mind that he probably hadn’t meant to disturb him. “Alright, yeah fine, whatever. I appreciate the invite but why couldn’t this have waited? I was asleep.”

“This early?” The genuine confusion in his voice helps him keep this in mind, not wanting to accidentally snap at him.

“Jake. It is almost 1:30 in the morning. I don’t know if you knew this but, normal people are usually asleep at this hour.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. I got excited.”

“You’re fine. What are we watching anyways?”

“Pirates of the Caribbean.” Danny can hear the smile in his voice even through the phone.

“How hard did you have to fight them for that?”

“So hard. We drew lots in the end and I won so they couldn’t say no.” Jake pauses momentarily, allowing a beat of silence to pass between them, speaking again as Danny begins to nod off. “Anyways, I’ll let you go back to sleep now. Bring snacks. Or weed.”

“Will do, bye.” Jake hangs up before Danny can, his phone screen going black allowing the room to be filled with darkness once more.

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2:10 PM

“Shut the fuck up, I know I’m late.” Danny says the second he opens the unlocked front door to the Kiszka house, knowing the other three men were just waiting to give him shit about being late. His body goes into autopilot as he enters the familiar living room and sits down on “his” seat on one of the couches, right next to Sam.

“I said no later than two, Wagner. You got a reason for being ten minutes late?” Jake cocks his eyebrow, his tone serious despite everyone knowing his question was a lighthearted joke.

“Yeah, Jake was about ready to start without you.” Josh chimes in from his place on a chair way too large for him, folded against the material in a way that would surely be uncomfortable for anyone else.

“Yes, I do actually.” Danny begins rummaging through his bag, pulling each item out and tossing it at each man as he spoke. “I had to get snacks. Peach ring gummies for Josh, pretzel sticks for Jake, white cheddar popcorn for me, and last but not least, baby carrots for Sam.” Sam’s eyes go wide as he hands him the bag of carrots as Jake and Josh snort, having forgotten that was their younger brother’s favorite snack food.

“Danny, I could kiss you.” Sam’s expression is dead serious as he says the words, sending a violent blush to Danny’s cheeks that he hides by turning his attention back to his bag, praying that he could blame his complexion on something else if asked. “Thank you.”

“Yeah uh, no problem. Anyways,” Danny clears his throat, hoping to change the subject without it being obvious to the others. “I also brought weed like Jake asked.” He holds up a small stash jar, continuing to explain as he settles into the couch now that everything he had brought had been unpacked. “I think I have like a quarter of an ounce left in here, brought my pipe too but I assume you all have your own, and joints too.”

“Danny, I could kiss you.” Jake repeats the words, and coming from him it only brings a grin to Danny’s face as he shakes his head.

“I’m good, but thanks. Let’s get this show on the road, why don’t we? How long is this going to take us by the way?”

“12 hours and 18 minutes. Not counting snack or bathroom breaks.” Silence falls between them at Jake’s words, each man getting more comfortable in their seats as they prepare for the next few hours.

“Lovely. What are we waiting for then?”

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9:52 PM

“Ok I can’t take it, I need a fucking break.” Josh stands abruptly as the credits of At World’s End begin to play, Jake already starting to queue up On Stranger Tides as he ignores Josh’s exit.

Sam stands as well, stretching his limbs as far as he can as he yawns. “Me too, I think it’s zaza time.”

“Please never call it that again.” Danny responds flatly as he too joins them on his feet, rummaging through his bag for his weed and pipe before beginning to follow Sam from the room until he stops himself, turning back to Jake still hunched over his DVD case searching through the discs. “You joining?”

He glances up with a smile, blindly flipping through the pages. “Yeah, be out in a sec.”

“Cool cool.” Danny leaves the room without another word, already knowing where Sam and Josh had escaped to. He sits down next to Sam on the small step of their back porch, both men watching Josh stretch in what Sam thought was the weirdest ways.

“What the fuck is he doing?”

“Yoga. He does it all the time at the most random times in our apartment.” Sam laughs at his comment, the mental image of Josh stopping mid-sentence to go into downward dog popping into his head. “I swear, he’ll get up mid-show for a snack and then I look over and he’s on the floor.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Sam pulls a lighter from his pocket as his fingers find a joint, bringing it to his lips and lighting it. He takes a large hit, letting it out with a long exhale as his eyes close. “God, I needed this. I would have lit it up an hour ago, but Jake and Josh said no smoking in the living room and I didn’t want to get up.” Danny watches his fingers brush against his lips as he takes another hit for longer than he would care to admit, hoping the darkness of the night would conceal his blush as Sam turns to look at him, holding the joint out between his pointer finger and thumb. “Want some?”

Danny moves his stash jar and pipe to the concrete beside him, glad to ignore it at the offer. “Yeah, thanks.” Just as his fingers are about to brush the tip, Sam pulls his hand back slightly, a mischievous smile playing across his lips.

“Greedy, greedy. Let me hold it for you.” Why the fuck does he want to hold it? Is he afraid I won’t give it back? I thought we had the “sharing is caring” rule with weed, I’d be more than willing to let him have some of mine in return. Despite the thoughts running through his mind, Danny leans towards the joint in his outstretched hand, making direct eye contact with Sam as he takes a long hit.

Sam maintains eye contact as his lips brush his fingertips, staring back unblinking in slight amusement. Danny coughs slightly as he exhales, grateful as Sam hands him a bottle of water silently, taking a large drink of it before attempting to speak again. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Before either can say another word, Josh joins them, plopping down on the concrete with a huff. “I feel so much better now.”

“Maybe if you didn’t fold yourself into that chair like a pretzel, your body wouldn’t be so angry at you.” Sam laughs before taking another hit.

Josh rolls his eyes before making grabby hands at Sam. “Shut the fuck up and pass it. Can’t believe you started without me.”

“Stop being such a hypocrite, Josh.” Jake cuts into the conversation as he shuts the back door behind him, pulling a chair over to sit next to Josh as he takes the joint from him before he can even raise it to his lips. “Whenever we smoke, I’m lucky to get a hit or two before you finish it."

“Balderdash! This is a defamation of my character, and I won’t stand for it! ...now give it back please.”

“No.” Jake casts a smile down to him before handing it to Danny, gratefully accepting it as Sam’s thigh presses into his, his heartbeat speeding as he tries not to cough from the hit. I’m gonna need so much more weed to get through this night. As Danny watches it burn lower and lower with each pass, he pulls his pipe back out, packing the bowl as the other men share the ends of the dying joint until it goes out. When he finishes, he takes a long hit, beginning to feel the effects of the first few hits he took.

When he sees the flower still lit, he holds the pipe out to Sam and keeps the bowl in his hand as the other man reaches for it, repeating Sam’s motions from earlier as he pulls it back towards himself with a smile. “Greedy, greedy.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Even as Sam rolls his eyes, Danny can see the smile creep onto his face as he brings his lips to the mouthpiece, once again maintaining eye contact as he inhales. After a few seconds, Danny removes his thumb from the carburetor, waiting a few more seconds to allow Sam to finish before pulling the glass piece away from him.

Suddenly remembering they weren’t alone, Danny turns his attention to the twins, holding the pipe and a lighter out to them. “Want some?”

Josh reaches for it before Jake can, snatching it from his hands with a grin before making quick work of lighting it. After they pass Danny’s pipe around a few times in silence, all four men feeling the weight of the weed in their heads and bodies, Jake finally speaks again. “Alright, these last two movies won’t watch themselves. We should resume before we’re all too high and tired to finish.”

“Agreed, let’s get this over with.” Josh stands as Jake replaces his chair, both moving around Sam and Danny still sitting as they make their way inside.

Despite the effects of the weed, Danny’s nerves skyrocket as Sam leans his head on his shoulder, saying nothing as Danny feels him relax against him. He lets Sam stay this way for a few moments, wanting to stay there forever with him but knowing how it would look to the twins if they didn’t join them soon. “We should uh, go inside. Sooner we start these, sooner we can sleep.”

“Ugh, fine.” Sam gets to his feet reluctantly, offering a hand down to Danny as he grabs his stash jar, lighter, and pipe in one hand. “Let’s go, Danny boy.”

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Rebels Rewatch: "Zero Hour"

Thrawn's master plan pays off in a devastating season finale.

I calculated out once approximately how many onscreen casualties we had on the Rebels' side from this battle. I'd like us to keep those figures in mind while we watch as a reminder of how well Thrawn's attack actually went.

(People tend to selectively forget that part when talking about how all the main characters managed to survive.)

One of the Imperial musical motifs to open us up and even covered in smog and pollution Capital City is still pretty.

Unlike Tarkin's big entrance two seasons ago, there's only Konstantine and Pryce and a couple rote Stormtroopers to welcome Thrawn's shuttle. Because Thrawn does not bother with the flashy shows of force, with the politics and pomp and circumstance. All he cares about are results.

"Thrawn's Web" is in keyboard synths now instead of organs, for his first appearance, btw.

It's kind of adorable how Kallus repurposed the mouse droids to be spy cameras for him.

Our premise is set: Thrawn has figured out--from their sorties and surveys and smaller attacks, most likely--that Phoenix Squadron are preparing to move to attack Lothal's TIE factories. Tarkin doubts in their audacity, but Thrawn has seen Hera in action and knows she very much would dare.

This meeting with Tarkin is twofold, on the surface level a strategy conference, but also another attempt to bait out Fulcrum. Just as he used the map back in "Through Imperial Eyes", he uses this covert meeting to entice Kallus into warning the Rebellion, into taking action that would expose him.

I don't think they ever followed up on this plot element they introduce here, that Thrawn apparently had spies tracking Dodonna's group? Unclear if they were in that Rebel cell or just had good eyes on them. My vote is the latter because Yavin remains undiscovered by the Empire both before and after this battle and the remnants of both Dodonna's group and Phoenix Squadron flee there safely.

Tarkin puts a single leash on Thrawn for the upcoming pre-emptive strike: Capture the leadership alive. If not for this one condition, I'm pretty sure Thrawn would have just slaughtered both Rebel groups in full. Thrawn doesn't seem particularly bothered by this condition, in any case, not a single sign of annoyance or displeasure on his face, but a soft smile instead.

Leaning hard into these OT feels with Luke's Theme and what sounds like ambient noise lifted directly from the Yavin scenes in New Hope.

There's a distinct feeling of optimism here. Ezra is happily gushing about how much everyone else has done for the Rebellion. (Love that cute little wavering gesture he does with his hand to qualify Chopper's contributions lol.) And then Kanan says some of it was Ezra too and ugh my heart.

He immediately deflates and dismisses his own contributions. "Kanan, I... I didn't do any of this." and my brain goes immediately to his soft guilty, "I didn't do anything." from all the way back in the pilot and the self-esteem issues he's shown throughout the series, how he has trouble believing in himself, how he doesn't think he's anything without Kanan and the others, that there's nothing special about him. He thinks he would have been stuck on Lothal "waiting to be rescued like everyone else".

(This is one of the reasons Ezra's grief over Kanan later turns largely self-pitying.)

Kanan's "Ezra, you have never been like everyone else." stabs me right in the gut, hgn. This whole conversation about how Hera saw something special in Ezra, and he did too (eventually), how he wonders if there's even anything left he can teach Ezra... even with the death flags all over it it's still pure heartwarming, basically an open acknowledgement of Kanan as Ezra's father figure.

"He commands one of the largest Rebel cells I know of." HA. HA HA. HA HA HA HA HA. HAAAAAAA. *cries*

It's... adorable that Kallus was using Ezra's old comm tower to send his Fulcrum messages. Kind of stupid, because of course that would be the place to check for a Rebel spy heavily associated with a former Lothal-based group, he may as well have put out a big welcome mat for Thrawn, but it's cute nonetheless.

This fight has been analyzed a few times by people much more keen to this stuff than me but I do like how blunt and precise Thrawn's every move is. Also I did notice that Thrawn targeted Kallus's bad knee (the one he broke on Bahryn).

*grumbles* The "heart of a Rebel" line would have been just that much more awesome if it was a bit more earned. *grumbles*

You know I think this blather about Kallus providing the last clue Thrawn needed is a bunch of bullshit, Thrawn already knew the planet was there, he saw it in the artwork he was studying and realized it had been deleted off his map.

Man just wanted to gloat.

Kallus's face tho. :((((

Continuity callback to "Legacy" and the Empire flushing them off Garel.

The slow build-up of this ambush is great. Fulcrum cutting out, Ryder mentioning the fleet above Lothal just vanished, Hera and Ezra realizing with horror what that means, Sato called away to see the Star Destroyers dropping out of hyperspace, Ryder's holoimage vanishing...

And that final nail of dread when you realize Thrawn brought Interdictors to the battle to cut off their escape.

And there's the flagship in all her glorious splendor.

Thrawn's theme creeping in eerily here as the man himself decides to call in and gloat some more. With any other character this might be empty bravado but we know by now that Thrawn can back this threat up.

And so the stage is set.

Hera quickly realizes she can't brunt force her way through Thrawn's fleet without suffering heavy casualties, so her plan is to try and open the formation up enough to get a ship through to summon reinforcements, basically a Gondor Calls For Aid ploy. They hold out until help arrives behind the Imperial vanguard to distract them, hopefully allowing the Rebels to slip through.

"As Jedi you have the best chance to escape." Oof, Hera knows just how small their opening is going to be, going to need an assist from Force-imbued quick reflexes. And she knows the Alliance responds stronger to calls to action from Jedi, because Jedi are the inspiration, the standard bearers, Jedi make people hope.

Kanan planning on enlisting Bendu and Hera having no idea what he means lolol.

These goodbye/good luck shoulder touches mean everything ghkjh.

Luke's Theme struggles to break in, but the note progression is wrong, ascending to shorter heights than it should be. The heroism of the theme is hesitant, uncertain.

Thrawn's already pegged Sato's strategy, recognizing it by name and implements countermeasures smoothly. The plan to try and spread out the Star Destroyers is dead on arrival before it can get started, Thrawn closes formation and relies on the fighters to batter the front guard of the Rebel forces.

Konstantine whines about why aren't they charging in at full strength and Thrawn shuts him down, warning that the Rebels are going to do something unexpected and that it's only his strategy that's going to win out, shut up, sit down, and follow MY orders. Kallus, who has worked with Konstantine for years, knows exactly how Konstantine is going to take being told to stay put, exactly how he'll see it--as a petty fight for glory.

Thrawn dismisses that. He's not interested in glory, only results. And this is where his lack of political acumen is going to come back and bite him.

Hera enters the battlefield herself, and we see Wedge too. Kanan, meanwhile, is trekking it out to the Bendu hollow to go be a nuisance and give an excellent deconstruction of why neutrality in the face of evil is not only less than helpful it actively harms the righteous cause because With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility, if you can act to defeat an evil or work against it you should. This is why Empire stans' crowing about how there were good decent people working for the Empire holds very little water, at a certain point Joe the Average Stormtrooper is going to either witness or be asked to participate in some type of atrocity or injustice, and what they do when confronted with the knowledge "Oh, the organization I work for is actually Really Terrible And Evil." matters. If they bury their ears in the sand and declare, "Not my problem." they're complicit in the daily tyranny and oppression of the system they uphold.

"But when I saw innocents harmed, and knew I had the power to do something about it, I couldn't just watch it all burn down around me!" *CRIES IN "THE JEDI CODE IS LIKE AN ITCH, HE CANNOT HELP IT" FEELINGS*

Ezra's job thus far seems to be to help pick off Imperial fighters and stay out of enough dogfights to watch for his opening. He looks stressed.

Sato changes strategy, ordering a charge. It's disastrous immediately, they lose like three big ships in the space of thirty seconds. And Ezra can't edge around the battlefield far enough to get access to the hyperspace lane opening.

Frick, the frustration in his voice...

This pushes Sato to attempt the Rebel Alliance's favorite tactic: Ram a ship into another ship. This kind of heroic self-sacrifice happens all the time on the Alliance's side, a kind of lighter version of a kamikaze attack, an "If I gotta die I'm taking you down with me!" kind of desperate bravery.

The two pilots that stay behind out of loyalty to Sato says nothing really about them and everything about Sato and the kind of man he is, that people would willingly elect to stay with him to the bitter end.

Sato has them head on a course that seems like they're attempting to escape. Konstantine sees it and takes the bait, defying Thrawn and moving out of position.

Ho ho man the shock on Thrawn's face.

At the last second Sato has the pilots swerve course and plow into Konstantine's Interdictor and THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN A PERFECT TIME TO HAVE A REACTION SHOT FROM MART, GUYS, JUST SAYING.

Godspeed sir. *sobs*

Ezra slips through and Thrawn has his fleet tighten once again, repositioning his remaining Interdictor and you can hear the vaaaaaaaaguest hint of irritation in Thrawn's voice here lol.

Organs punctuate this cue, hints of Thrawn's theme overhanging, threatening.

Back down on the ground Kanan's Persuasion Check isn't working so now he switches to insults.

Bendu ah... does not take kindly. I think it's actually kind of hilarious that the whole terrible "It was the will of the Force that the Jedi get genocided!" take is put into the mouth of Bendu after he got pissy for being called a coward. I feel like that maybe was deliberate. Like, "You wanna be like this asshole, fandom? Yeah, didn't think so."

Ezra is having similar trouble getting help from Mon, who feels like sending any of their limited forces to the battle would just reveal them further to Thrawn, alluding to some kind of disagreement she and Bail had about this matter. Bail apparently thought it was too soon for open war. (And that's why he's still in the Senate and Mon abdicated to shore up the Alliance.) I think it runs deeper than that, though, Mon is many things but she's not a strategist and she knows it. In a way she's almost a foil to Thrawn, skilled in politics and people but ill-adept at battle, whereas Thrawn does not understand politics but is a devastating war general.

Ezra's not ready to just abandon Phoenix Group though, so he beelines straight for the person who's been missing from things this whole time.

For Sabine. <3

She's talked about a lot in the opening scene in the next episode, too, reminding us she's not been here. Thrawn's fleet has now made a blockade cover directly overhead of the base, and they're preparing for orbital bombardment.

The worry in Hera's voice when urges Kanan, "Faster... please?" <3

Heeeeeeeeeey remember that time the holonet referenced Base Delta Zero and I told y'all it was basically a bunch of Star Destroyers holding in orbit and glassing everything on a planet's surface?

NOW YOU GET TO SEE WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE DIRECTLY UNDER ONE! :D

Frick that's terrifying.

Thrawn's theme plays in brass, an overwhelming drama to the score as the batteries fall. I love the way this is shot, with close-ups on Thrawn and Hera's faces as if they're staring at each other from across the battlefield. Thrawn doesn't order the ceasefire until Hera flinches, turning her eyes and bracing.

This Base Delta Zero was not solely an intimidation tactic, however. Thrawn likely weakened the localized shield enough for the ground forces to be able to penetrate. He does have his directions from Tarkin and a ground assault will more likely yield him living prisoners than continuing the bombardment.

"I'm getting the feeling Thrawn's actually trying to kill us this time." "Ohhh-ho that is only funny because you're still alive. Now please, come home, love." <3333333 They are so married. So so married. It's actually been a while since Hera called him "love" so she must be feeling Some Type Of Way right now.

HER FACE.

SHE WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM. <3

They're both immediately in front of Ursa together to petition her. And they are this close to holding hands sssfdsrrrhfhghh.

Kallus cackling because he knows he can get under Pryce's skin like he can't get under Thrawn's.

Thrawn still sounds just a smidge annoyed. :)

Ezra preparing to leave by himself empty-handed until Sabine declares, "And Rohan will answer!"

Curse this photo limit I'm going to need to make a separate post of just their interactions there's so much good subtle stuff here.

SABINE THINKS THEY CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE BECAUSE EZRA BELIEVES THEY CAN, CRIPES I AM UNWELL.

Sabine thinking strategically and figuring out the obvious target. <3

Meanwhile Rex has set up a choke point to hopefully slow the ground forces down, buy Ezra enough time to come back with help.

Nnghhghkh I didn't think the AT-DPs were capable of freaking me out but that whole big cluster of them all advancing slowly is uh... a good contender.

Thrawn apparently sent the AT-DP company to sus out the Rebels' defenses, so now he's sending in the big bois, the AT-ATs. Not the first or last time he would sacrifice lower level troops to a specific objective. This also serves to prime us to expect multiple waves from Thrawn, which would be used to devastating effect next season.

Love this Big Damn Heroes moment from Kanan here. <3 One Jedi, one nice slice with the lightsaber, felled a whole walker.

The build-up to the Bendu storm is great too, the clouds keeping on rolling in and darknening. Atollon doesn't actually seem to get storms very often, the only two times we've seen it storming were in "Visions And Voices" and now. It does make Thrawn look very intimidating.

EEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

And the first thing our Mandalorian reinforcements do is jam transmissions. Not sure from where to where, from the Interdictor to the other Destoyers? From the Destroyers to the ground troops? Just trying to figure out how much of Pryce not telling Thrawn about the Mandos was her failure versus she literally couldn't call him.

Right so Pryce's first mistake was moving the capital ships, Thrawn had them smack over the base for a reason. Now there are gaps in the formation that the Rebel ships can slip through. The Fang fighters were sent in as a distraction while Ezra and Sabine bring the gauntlet in to attack the Interdictor.

AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER TO HEAR THE HEROIC VARIATION OF THE "SHENANIGANS" CUE.

AT-ATs firing up through the coral overhangs from below, at the landing platforms the Rebels have made on one of the big leaves.

Hera sounds like she was getting ready to make a last stand, she was insistent on being in the Ghost when she went out and she sounded astonished to hear Ezra.

ANDTHENTHERE'STHISASSHOLE.JPEG.

*pillows hands* It is fascinating that Thrawn specifically threatens Kanan first to get Hera to surrender. Methinks he has discerned the "special relationship" the two have.

He keeps his hand on his own sidearm, too, makes me wonder if he was planning on doing some of the executions personally.

Thrawn was all ready with some type of comment about not being afraid of the weather and then the lightning struck a liiiiiiiiiitle too close lol.

He's already looking up at the sky like, "Okay that ain't natural." and Bendu's face hasn't even emerged yet lololol.

Angry god face in the clouds and and everyone basically just scatters ha ha. Troopers go that way, Rebels go that way, this is a little awkwardly staged so yeah it does kind of feel like the Imperials just let Hera and the others go.

But again. Angry god face in the clouds hurling lightning bolts down on you. I feel like they don't cover that scenario in training lol.

Sabine with faith in Hera to get the others out awww.

HELLO YES, MY SHIP BE BATTLE COUPLE NOW Y/Y?

"Shenanigans" coming in again, grimmer and more serious than ever, such a far cry from its original instrumentation.

"Hey, I don't have a jetpack." "You have those little thrusters!"

*raises finger, opens mouth*

Was... was that supposed to sound like some kind of "size joke" innuendo?

<333333

"I might have made him angry." Lol just a bit, Kanan, just a bit.

A very atmospheric last look at Atollon.

Don't think we've ever heard Thrawn shouting before, he's trying very hard not to be unnerved lol. And amazingly his, "Shoot the hell out of whatever that is." idea works. Props to Thrawn he took down a literal physical god.

I love the whole fight atop the Interdictor it's just so visually interesting. And Ezra is awesome throughout.

Kallus makes his move once Pryce is sufficiently rattled and flustered by the Interdictor blowing up, sassing her into ordering him out the airlock.

Even with the second Interdictor gone, not all the ships make it through.

I love the way the Stormtroopers Kallus takes out just slowly slide down the wall ha ha. Also love that his escape plan was basically, "Eject myself into an open battlefield, send coordinates, and pray."

I love this music cue, it captures the drama and pyrrhic nature of their escape.

Aaaaaah yes, the Thrawn-Bendu conversation of Foreshadowing. I love this. Thrawn once again trying valiantly not to show how disturbed he is by all of this, Bendu sounding astonished that he was actually hurt by something and then the prophetic words:

"I see your defeat... like many arms surrounding you in a cold embrace."

Fandom had a hard time puzzling that one out I tell ya.

SINGLE TAKE SHOT.

This shot is so good, how we slowly track Kanan as he moves through the Ghost, pausing to listen to important conversations, how he puts a hand on Zeb's shoulder as he passes. THE MUSIC.

Underrated and undeveloped friendship, I want so much more interaction between these two. Fic recs? Anyone? Bueller?

Kanan makes his way to Ezra in the nose gun, who is dejected and somber. Losing Atollon is not just a blow to the Alliance, but a blow to him personally, since it was the attack to help Lothal that got interrupted by Thrawn's ambush. He'd just spend the whole previous episode getting his head back right about his purpose and true goal and place in the story and now it seems further away than ever and that much harder to accomplish.

For some bizarre reason fandom took Kanan's, "There's a future for us, one where we're all free." as much more literal foreshadowing than I think it merited. Mostly after the fact, to complain that it was some kind of broken narrative promise after Kanan died. Guys c'mon, this is meant to be taken in context, as Kanan comforting Ezra with promises of hope, just like Hera did at the end of "Visions of Hope". This is not a prophecy, the "us" is a general us not specifically Kanan-and-Ezra us and the repetition of "I've learned to see things differently" is about reorienting your perspective, not Kanan saying he's literally getting visions.

Anyway, on Kanan's note of optimism in the face of defeat, the remnants of the fleet jump into hyperspace and close us out.

"Zero Hour" definitely has a bit of that Empire Strikes Back pyrrhic victory feel, we escaped and live to fight another day, but the cost was high, the attack on Lothal's factories was delayed and will remain off sometime in an indeterminate future, we lost a major Rebel base and were dealt a severe blow to morale. The Alliance moves more hesitantly after this, afraid to tip its hand too far and attract Thrawn's attention. The camerawork is fantastic throughout and there's a feeling of homecoming as our scattered characters come back together. With a few quibbles, this finale is very very good.

Overall Season Thoughts:

Season Three is the most uneven in quality of the show. The standout episodes are among the more fantastic of the show's run, but the duds fall even flatter. There are episodes that are solid but just "okay", plot threads and elements that are introduced only to receive no follow-up, and overall it feels just a bit messier than the previous two seasons.

That being said... it's still my favorite season. XD I tallied it up and the majority of my favorite episodes were here so what ya gonna do?

Coming to the final stretch here, one more season to go. I expect to breeze through this one since I've already done liveblog reactions to the whole of Season Four so I'll mostly be rambling meta about music and themes and character arcs and of course commenting on my favorite bits and pieces.

See y'all at the finish line!

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