#HOWEVER - I was looking at it because of what I mentioned in that last paragraph

[givemaycoffee]

You know I adore these opportunities. Unfortunately, copy-paste is not my mobile's forte so: 🌵, 🛼, 🦋

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

The title of this playlist is a joke that I will not be elaborating on. It’s also not my playlist and its grown well beyond what it was when I originally listened all the time, but I love it a lot.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

👀🤝🏼💀💘🧹

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

ANXIETY

Uhm, but actually, probably kids? Everyone around me is having babies all of a sudden. And J’s grandparents are only getting older and I think it would mean a lot to his grandma to get to meet at least one great grandchild. But that’s going to so heavily depend on where he finds work and where we end up living and what sort of living arrangements we can afford… *sigh*

On the one hand I can’t wait to have kids and on the other that sounds like an insane amount of work and I’m not ready to give up my freedom. Glad we’re waiting another 3 years at least. I like playing video games and fucking around and not having to think about a little human that’s dependent on me. A kid is going to get so much of my life - I like reserving my 20s for myself.

And I suppose if this was supposed to be writing related 😂 uhhhh, perc’ahlia are definitely back on the brain. Latest comment on The Taste of You has sort of kickstarted my brain back into gear and I am THINKING. I want to make progress before I reply to them tho XD

Writer's Truth or Dare

[saturngas]

hickeys on display

[🪐] satoru wears proudly the hickeys you left on him last night

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: established relationship; only one suggestive paragraph; crack fic? again me trying to be funny; nanami mentioned!; slight possessive traits;

word count: 1k

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nanami sometimes pitied you. you were a good human being, a nice woman, a devoted and strong sorcerer. but why did the world reward you with this menace that calls itself satoru?

the moment his eyes landed on the tall sorcerer walking in the bakery shop, nanami swore he wanted to throw himself off the window.

satoru had convinced him to go out to his favorite bakery shop to spend time while his beautiful wife returned from the mission. the blonde man actually didn't have any other plans for the day, so he could bare a couple of hours with the strongest.

but not like this.

Japanese culture revolved in humbleness and respect towards others. satoru was anything but that. he had gained multiple stares since he landed on the bakery, all eyes focused on the angry marks on his attractive neck and collarbones.

"what happened to you? were you attacked on your way here?" nanami asked sarcastically as satoru sat down in front of him.

"what do you mean, nanamin?" he faigned ignorance as he adjusted himself on his sit, his large hands fidgeting with the menu. nanami sent him a dead stare, not believing his cluelessness. "oh this?" he pointed to his exposed skin. "oh it's just that I miss my wife so much. I also want anyone to know im so taken."

Nanami couldn't believe his ears. he wanted to choke the hell out of the sorcerer for being so shameless.

"your ring is sufficient."

satoru eyed the silver band adorning his ring finger, the lovely reminder of your wedding playing on his head. "well, yeah I guess... but people dont usually look at other's people hands first."

the curious and judgmental stares from the strangers in the store were making nanami a bit uncomfortable. maybe he should just have his baguette as a take out.

"nanamin, have you ordered yet? I think ill have the strawberry cheesecake and a vanilla milkshak— what are you doing?"

in front of him was nanami holding up his phone, hands ready to take a picture of satoru as an evidence to you and a reminder to him to never go out with him again.

"im sending your wife a picture of you. I hope she doesn't approve this and takes you home away from people." as soon as satoru heard the mention of his wife, he stood taller in his sit, puffing out his hard chest, his exposed bruised neck more on display as a boyish grin struck his face.

"haha, okie~" a fit of giggles left his lips that made nanami exhale the hardest he had that evening. "please tell her I miss her and that I love her with all my heart."

come get your husband. he has no shame.

your phone buzzed in your pocket as a final puff left the remaining of the curses you just have exorcized. you checked the message sent by a good friend of yours, nanami. you couldn't help but laugh.

since you were called for a quick mission not too far from tokyo, poor satoru was left alone without his pretty wife. he insisted on going with you, however you reminded him of the house chores he had been avoiding the past weeks.

your husband had a habit of sending you recurrent messages whenever you were away. it could be him on a mission overseas sending you pictures of himself in every angle just to crack a smile on your face. or it could be him spamming you on texting him back if you left him on read by accident.

right now, it had been around thirty minutes since satoru had informed you he had finished his duties, sending you visual proof—he would often get away with it—and a dozens of messages declaring he missed you and was miserable without you, so he let you know he would be visiting nanami, probably because there wasn't anyone within his range he could bother.

what you didn't expect was the photo attached to nanami´s previous message.

satoru was sitting in a booth—probably in some bakery shop—with one of the biggest grins you had seen on his angelic face. his baby blue eyes were covered by his rectangular glasses and his white hair was a bit messy.

but what immediately caught your attention wasn't his toothy grin or his perfect jawline—it was the shameless exposure of his bare neck, where purple and red marks decorated the pale skin of his collarbones, neck, and trapezius.

the night before was a night. satoru made you feel so full that your eyes were at one point covered in tears of pleasure, your jaw as tight as ever as you took all of him so well. the carnal heat inside you was boiling and daring to explote, so you released it with snug bites on satoru's skin, anywhere within your range, making him groan and hiss in painful arousal. there were moments where you would almost chew on the rosy skin to suppress the loud moans. satoru took good care of you. but now?

your husband deliberately decided to wear that low collar sweatshirt you loved so much. but not right now! how was he so uncaring about showing the entire world your marital business?

a sighed left your lips as you replied to nanami with an "im coming," before departing your way to the place, already having the directions since satoru left his location on with you all the time.

"please dont ever do this, toru."

"then dont give me these hickeys! and dont leave me alone too much! I need to remind myself you still exist, baby."

"I was done with my mission in like two hours!"

"oh wow, you are getting stronger pookie bear."

taglist: @snwvie @fanficsforkicks

hello guysss, im working on other works because I have like so many ideas but it's kinda hard to write them all the way I want to. im also working on pt 2 of some works some of y'all have suggested. bare with me alr :]

[chatterbox-73]

Smut book 2024.

After hours.

Tenya Iida x fem!Reader.

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: this is a request and I honestly love it… I’m a total sucker for Iida… I hope I did it justice.😅

@123344myah

Also I’ve changed the name of a certain phone app because firstly I kinda don’t think they’d have SC in the mha universe, secondly don’t think I should be using TM names and finally why the heck not…😁 Pictalk = SC. (I know real creative..😂)

Pictures is edited be me… it’s been sitting in my gallery for some time, waiting for the right chance to be used. (Original unedited manga panel from ‘tada no renai nanka de kikkonai’)

Summary: you sneak into Iida’s dorm room for some after hours funny and getting caught is the last thing on your mind.

Word count: 4.1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, oral (f!Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, sexting, sending nudes, rough sex, missionary and doggy, teasing, pet names, pleasure dom!Iida, spanking, slight degradation and swearing. (All characters are aged up)

You sat at the small floor table in the middle of your boyfriend’s dorm room, you watched intently as the man sitting across from you wrote large and seemingly unending paragraphs, while your own workbook remanded bare. The man looked up from his page to you with a curious look, “is something the matter?” He asked looking down at your book noticing it’s emptiness, while focused on your book you leant over and pressed a lingering kiss on his lips, “I just need to do that, I couldn’t focus until I got a taste” you smiled and licked your lips, the man looked at you with shock before sitting back and resting on his palm, “you know I’ll need payback now” Iida spoke as he look at you lips that had your lipstick smeared over them.

Tenya iida was such a reliable and caring boyfriend, he always took such good care of you and expected nothing in return, however he has always been quite prideful and this has resulted in him frequently trying to get even, it doesn’t matter how small the incident, he’s incredibly petty but you honestly love it about him, though you probably wouldn’t say it. Tenya often gets quite embarrassed by affection and will almost always shy away from it, but in small moments the man will soothe and comfort you.

You’re broken from your thoughts as you feel Iida’s callus thumb rub over your bottom lip, he wiped away the smudged lipstick before holding your chin and leaning in, however just before your lips had a chance to touch Iida’s dorm room door open suddenly, you both jumped away from each other and looked to the door, “now I’m certain there’s a ‘open door’ rule for when you’re studying with girls…” aizawa sighed as he looked at Iida with a tired expression. “Yes, I now remember that rule being mentioned, once or twice” Iida looked to you and all you could do was snicker, “yep, sounds about right” you cough out as you begin gathering your books and stationary from the table, you stood and quickly left the room with all your belongings, as you exited the room you heard Aizawa tell Iida it was lights out, before you could run off however the teacher stopped you, “straight to your dorm room… and no coming back here, study is over it’s lights out” he closed Iida’s door and turned to look at you, you nod “I haven’t had a chance to bathe, can I do that before I go to sleep?” You asked and the man sighs, it didn’t take a fortune teller to guess what you’d try and do, but Aizawa figured he should give you the benefit of the doubt, he should trust you, “fine… you can bathe, but no funny business… not tonight” he huffed and walked away muttering something about an argument between Midoriya and Bakugo.

You got back into your dorm room and packed away all your books and stationary before grabbing your bath bag, night clothes and towel, before making the trip to the bathroom. Getting into the bathroom you pulled out your phone and placed it on the side of the bathtub while you turned on the water waiting for the tub to fill, as you waited you undressed and began scrubbing your body at one of the washing stations, as you finished the bath water was full and you settled in.

You leaned your head back with your eyes closed for quite sometime before pulling out your phone and scrolling through it, watching random videos before a Pictalk notification popped in the top corner of your screen, clicking it a picture of a dark room with the caption that read

‘how much trouble did you get in?’

You smiled and snapped a picture of the steamy bathroom mirror and captioned it with.

‘None really… just a “don’t come back here, study is over >:(“‘

You chuckled and pulled yourself out of the water, sitting on the edge of the tub still allowing your legs to soak, another notification popped up and you clicked into it. It was of Iida’s neatly made bed.

‘Haha… you’re only bathing now?’

You smiled and shook your head, before taking a picture of your bare legs resting in the water.

‘Yeah, someone kept me busy with studying’

You watched the speech bubble in the messages pop up before disappearing and reappearing several times before finally you received a picture response, this picture was of Iida pulling a playful frown.

‘Are you trying to start something?’

You laughed at his expression before stepping out of the bath and emptying the water, as the bath drained you walked over to the mirror and wiped away a little of the steam, only leaving enough to cover below your hips, you stood in front of the mirror and covered a hand over your breasts before smiling and taking a picture, you send the picture with the caption.

‘start something? But I’m a good girl’

You waited patiently for Iida’s response while you dried yourself, then came in the next picture, Iida had also sent a picture of him standing in his mirror shirtless and one hand resting over his clothes crotch. The picture was captioned.

‘You’re testing my patience baby’

You smiled and wondered how far you could take this before one of you got impatient, though the way things are going anyone else would think Iida was moments away from giving in but that just wasn’t the case and the both of you knew it, you wipe down the rest of the mirror before sitting back on the ground and open your legs, you rubbed two fingers over your entrance before sliding them in, you took a picture of yourself through the mirror, with your best ‘O’ face and the caption.

‘So warm and wet…’

You waited and as you did your fingers worked in and out of you before moving to rubbed your clit, moaning you almost didn’t hear your phone chime, opening the picture you blushed and chuckled as you saw Iida’s long and thick member on the screen, he only have two fingers wrapped around the base, this time no caption was with the picture. However a voice note was sent moments later.

“I bet that pussy is nice and ready, you always are”

You heard the chuckle and groan in his voice and you knew exactly what he was doing while sending that voice note, you sent back a voice note.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”

Iida knew exactly what you were asking but instead all you got back was nothing, no voice note, no picture, not even a message, you scrambled to get dressed in your night clothes and grabbed your belongings. You walk down to the laundry room and put your clothes and towel in the washing machine, and left your bath bag next to the machine you were using, after this you wasted no time going to Iida’s dorm room.

You opened the door and walked in, the room was dark and as you looked towards Iida’s bed you noticed he was laying back with his blanket over him, he was fully dress in his goofy pyjamas, he looked as though he wasn’t just sending you dirty messages, “Tenya… Tenya you need to be awake” you whispered and walked over to him, you knew he wasn’t asleep, you had seen him sleep plenty of times so you knew he was awake, “Tenya sit up and take care of me” you whined as you grabbed at his pyjama top, the man chuckled as he sat up and looked down at you, “you’re such a greedy girl… we were told lights out and yet you’re here because of a picture” Iida sighed and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “I guess it can’t be helped… strip for me please” he smiled and you stood and moved to take off your shirt before stopping and looking to your boyfriend, “what about you?” You asked and Iida frowned “I said strip” he snapped and you quickly began removing your shirt, Iida nodded and looked at your breasts before he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, he motioned for you to step closer to him, so he could grab your arms and pressed them into your sides, your face became flushed as Iida trailed his tongue up your stomach to your sternum, he stopped and placed a kiss on your skin before moving to lick over your right nipping, you whined and pressed your legs together, before the man moved onto your other nipping this time suckling on it, “you’re sucking it like a baby” you breathlessly chuckled, Iida looked up at you with a hard stare before biting roughly on the side of your breast, you yelped and your boyfriend pulled you down slightly to capture your lips in an open mouth kiss, you gasped and cried out in surprise as Iida tongue took control over your mouth, the way he’s slurp and wriggle his tongue reminded you of all the times he’d eat you out.

Pulling away from you and loosing his grip, allowing his hand to slide down your arms and rest on your hips before he slowly pulled down your pants, leaving you in nothing but the pink girlish panties you’d normally never let Tenya see. “Aww how cute” he laughed as he kissed just above your waistband, “it’s not funny, I didn’t think when I grabbed them” you whined and felt Iida move you onto his bed to lay down on your back, “I think they’re cute… they’re so innocent and sweet” he smiled as he leaned in and whispered in your ear “reminds me of our first time… you were such a good girl, so patient” his voice was hushed and relaxed as he slowly pulled your panties to the side before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss over your entrance, “how badly do you want it greedy girl?” Iida asked, his hot breath brushing over your cunt, you whined and wiggled your hips “so badly… I need it” you moaned softly, trying to keep your voice down.

You cried out as you felt your boyfriend’s tongue lick slow strips up the length of your cunt, “more… Tenya, I need more…” you whimpered encouraging your boyfriend, Iida was a beast the way he’d devour you, you were certain given the chance Iida would eat you anywhere and anytime, he’d always put his all into eating you, he’d lick; suck and slurp, Iida was a shameless man when it came to having you on his tongue, he’d say the most vile and lewd things you’d ever heard from him, it was honestly pornography the things he’d come out with; and this time was no different.

“You taste like heaven… if men knew just how sweet you tasted, they’d be on their knees praying to you” he groaned as he licked between your folds, before wriggling his tongue inside you, “I’d lick your cunt raw if only you’d let me… I’d eat you every minute of the day and only take breaks to fuck you” he moaned into you before kissing up to your clit before wrapping his lips around it and suckling on it for dear life, you cried out loudly completely foregetting where you were, “tenya I’m… I’m…” you arched you back and wrapped your legs around Iida’s head as you grabbed roughly at his neatly groomed hair, “…oh god… yes tenya… yes…” you whimpered as your body seized up and you began coming undone on your boyfriend’s mouth, he groaned and moved back your entrance, sliding his tongue back into you as his fingers began rubbing quickly over your clit, “holy fuck… ten… oh tenya” you gasped as you started to and push Iida away, however he only continued. You took a sharp breath in, then took another and another, before suddenly losing the ability to breath, it took Iida only a few seconds to realise what was happening behind he moved up to you and brushed your hair from your face, “breath baby, breath out” he encouraged as his thumb rubbed soft circles on your jaw, you breathed out quickly before sucking in a deep breath, while Iida continued encouraging you.

Once fully calm your boyfriend chuckled and settled himself between your legs, “that was scary… you wanna continue?” He asked as he leant back down ready to pick up where he left off, “I wanna… but not like that… I wanna have you inside me” you hummed as you pulled off your underwear and opened your legs as wide as you could, “I want it all inside, to the base Tenya” you used your fingers to spread your folds apart as your laid back and waited for your boyfriend. Iida watched your cunt intensely as it squeezed around nothing, before he pulled off his shirt and pulled his throbbing cock from his pants, shifting the fabric down only enough for him to hang comfortably, the man pumped himself slowly and reached into his bedside table for a condom before rolling down his shaft and spitting on himself rubbing his saliva over his shaft, he than leant down and spat a large ball of saliva over your entrance, “hmmm… nice and wet… you’ll take it all in one now” he hummed as he prodded at your hole with his tip, pushing his saliva in and out, getting his tip wet.

Iida watched your cunt grip him tightly as he began to slowly slide in, once his cock was fully hilted inside you, you both moaned and Iida pressed his forehead against yours, “god fucking damn it… it feels good” he huffed out a string of cusses and rubbed your hips with his thumb as he waited for you to encourage him to move.

Iida had always been a giver, though he disguised it as petty payback… which it partly was… however with that being said Iida was always safe, he never acted reckless or overdid it, though this time was different.

Your hands grabbed Iida’s thick biceps as he gave you long and hard thrusts that caused the bed to thump into the wall, “Christ… you’re perfect” he moaned and grabbed a hold of your legs, he looked down at where the two of you met and smiled, watching the way your walls and opening clung to him so tightly, creating a delicious drag however because of this it was almost too hard for him to set an even pace, “please… more… I need it harder” you moaned as you dug your nails into he’s shoulders, Iida chuckled and began a strong pace. The man groaned and moaned as he held you down while he pushed into you a little bit harder and faster with every thrust, he’d moaned out obscenities while you simply took in the view, you’d finished several times already on his cock and looking down you could see a white ring form around the base of Iida’s cock, “Tenya… Tenya wait” you whine and place a hand on his chest to push him back, “what’s the matter? Is it starting to hurt? Should we stop?” He asked as he pulled out and grabbed the side of your cheek, you shook your head and leaned up “I’m fine, but I know you’ve been holding out for so long… so I want you to enjoy yourself a little” you hummed as you turn over and push your ass up into the air while pressing your face and chest into Iida’s mattress. Iida moved in and began looking over your wet folds, he rubbed his thumb over your cunt before using it to open you up for himself, “baby I’m always happy just giving you whatever you need, but this…” he groaned as he rubbed his tip over your clit, “you really want me to take what I need?” He questioned and you moaned, nodding your head and looking back at him, “I’m beyond satisfied, now I need to feel you cum” you whined as you reached back and grabbed a hold of the condom cover your boyfriend, before you began pulling it off him, the man moaned only to then quickly thrust into you once you pulled the condom completely off and discarded it on the floor, you grasped as Iida set into a brutal pace faster and harder then before, roughly holding your hips to stop your for jolting forward into the headboard, he’d roll his hips every so often and tried to get as deep as your body would allow him.

“I’m gonna cum so deep in you… I’m gonna use you up so no one else will want you” iida moaned as he threw his head back and grabbed at your ass cheeks, harshly smacking them every so often, “you dirty whore… you want that, don’t you?” Another harsh smack followed this and you responded with nothing but a whine. You can’t seem to form a coherent sentence, all that comes out of you is a jumble of words followed by moaning and whining, you were enjoying this, enjoying this more than maybe you should’ve been, “you’re squeezing so tightly…” Iida hummed as he further picked up his pace, he let out a laugh as he grabbed your waist and pulled you back into his thrusts, you could feel him twitching and pulsing with each thrust, “you sure you want it inside… cause if you don’t… I… I won’t” he moaned grinding his hips into you, “yes… god yes… inside please… Tenya please!” You cried loud before quickly having your face shoved into Iida’s pillows, “baby I love hearing your voice but shut the fuck up” he groaned as he held your head in place, while continuing his vicious assault on your cunt. Iida’s breaths become uneven and he lets go of your head and move his hand back to your ass, he grabbed at the flesh and watched as he began long quick, yet uneven thrusts. “Fuck baby, fuck…” he huffed as his hip’s faulted and snapped in towards you, you felt him shutter, soon an indescribable warmth filled your belly, your legs shook and your cunt squeezed uncontrollably, causing Iida to pulled out and begin fingering you, working you through your final orgasm of the night. “Shit… shit baby��” Iida sighed as he sat back on his bed, you crawled over to him weakly and climbed into his lap, “we fucked up… I shouldn’t have let you take it off… I should’ve kept the condom on” he huffed as he rested his head back against the wall, “it’s okay, I’m on the pill” you smiled however Iida did not return that smile, “it doesn’t matter… it was still so reckless of me… to allow you to seduce me into such dangerous play…” he hummed and hugged into you and pressed his face into your neck, “you make me a truly weak man” he sighed and began kissing your neck, “let’s not risk doing it raw again, I’m not a strong enough man for that just yet” he moaned and you couldn’t help but laugh, here was the overly serious and proper boyfriend you fell head over heels in love with, “we could always go one more round, I don’t feel full enough yet” you joked and felt Iida bite your neck before sitting up and frowning at you, “okay, I’ll stop… though it was nice” you hum and quickly stand up, walking into the toilet in the room, “I need a washcloth tenya” you call and heard the man stand from the bed before walking into the toilet with a wet washcloth, “do you need help darling?” Iida passed you the cloth and you nodded as you took it, “yeah it’s pretty deep in, I can’t possibly reach it” you said with a wide smirk, Iida sighed and knelt down “alright I’ll help you”.

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You sat in class as All Might finished up giving his feedback on today class, he finally ended his little lecture and dismissed the class but before anyone could stand and leave for the dormitory Aizawa stopped everyone as if he had been waiting outside the classroom door just for All Might to finish, “Bakugo, Midoriya, Iida and L/n, all of you are to stay back” he spoke before letting everybody else leave, All might gave Midoriya a nervous look before leaving himself. All four of you sat facing Aizawa as he sat down on the stool that had been moved into the classroom after he’d lost his leg, “now Bakugo and Midoriya, you both know fighting at school outside of training is prohibited and to fight in the dormitory is next level irresponsible, both of you will have two weeks of after class detention… now get out of my site” he grumbled and both boy stood, beginning to leave, however Midoriya stop near Iida and in a not so quiet whisper “I’ll wait for you out in the hallway” he smiled and Aizawa quickly piped in, “absolutely not… get back to the dormitory” he scolded and this made Midoriya scramble out the door, closing it behind him.

“Now you two, you know why I have you here… don’t you?” Aizawa crossed his arms and looked between the both of you, Iida swallowed as you tried your hardest to keep a straight face. “I have some ideas” your eyes shifted to the side and you smiled nervously, “very funny L/n, but maybe next time you decide to give Iida a past curfew visit make sure I’ve actually finished my rounds…” his frown deepened and you could feel your face go red, “it was quite a surprise to be finished up then suddenly heard a woman’s cries though the boy’s half of the dormitory” Aizawa looked towards Iida and from the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriend struggling to make eye contact with the teacher, “and then all the banging of what I presume was your bed frame… but hey maybe I’m wrong and you were decorating, and you were just cheering on all his hard work” Aizawa’s face still held a straightness despite his very obvious frustration, “look, you can’t be doing that kind of stuff so freely and openly, if the wrong person heard that or even if someone was able to get a picture or video of you two… because you know how driven some of your classmates are…” Aizawa sighed and uncrossed his arms “if something like that happened to get out to the media, it’d ruin your careers before they have a chance to actually begin…” Aizawa spoke so calmly it was unnerving, he then looked at you and continued on “L/n the public wouldn’t see you as some sweet little sister anymore, you’d be seen as some whore who seduced an honest and just man…” his expression softened and you looked down in shame before he moved onto Iida, “and Iida, the public would start saying your a weak willed man, if you’re lucky… or they’d treat you like a monster for defiling a precious young woman” he said and leant back in his chair with a sigh, Aizawa pinched is nose bridge “you both need to be more careful, I’m not saying you can’t do that you’re both adults and will be out of here in a few months, but you need to think about your image, so no doing that here and no going to love hotels, doing it at one of your homes where your privacy is respected… and you’ll be having two weeks of detention with Midoriya and Bakugo” he grumbled and stood ready to leave, “get out of here, now” he said as he pointed to the door, both you and Iida speedily left the room as you both exited you had Aizawa muttered under his breath questioning how he hadn’t gone grey yet.

“I think it was worth it…” you said walking along side Iida and after a moment of silence the man chuckled, “yeah it was, I’m disappointed in us… but it definitely was worth it” he added and shook his head in amusement, “worth it enough to do it again” you smiled and grabbed Iida’s hand, “its tempting, but no… I’m pissed about the idea of all those guys hearing you” he said and brought the back of your hand up to his lips kissing it before the both of you walked back to your dorm laughing about everything.

[al0velyuniverse]

Body Shots

I woke up in a cold sweat to write this and it went from a short little paragraph to a four part series, please enjoy

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Pt.1 | Pt.2 |

CW: Drinking (duh), drunk sex, (oral male!receiving), exhibition (kinda? In a loose term), mentions of Simon sharing you with the team

The first time you suggested body shots you were in your boyfriend Simon’s apartment drinking with his team. 

Johnny and Gaz sat at the kitchen counter, chatting about something unimportant. You and Simon sat on the couch, but he was turned away from you talking to Price. You were feeling incredibly bored so you spoke, “I think body shots could be fun right now., don’t you boys?” When the words left your lips all conversation ceased and you could see all of their eyes light up, thinking they’re about to not only see you topless but they get to lick you. What nobody excepted; however, was for you to gently push Simon onto his back on the couch. When you asked, Gaz scrambled to find and hand you the supplies without a second thought. The room was silent except for the quiet radio as everyone watched you pull Simon’s shirt up, sprinkle a trail of salt onto his chest, and place a lime wedge between his lips. A strained “fuck” left Johnny’s lips when you moved to straddle Simon. You could have sworn you saw Johnny and Gaz adjust themselves in sync when you leaned down to slowly lick the salt off of Simon’s chest. You threw back the shot of tequila with ease before taking the lime from Simon’s mouth with your own. With a self satisfied smirk on your face and the attention of all four men in the room you sat back up properly. “Anyone else want a turn?” Unfortunately nobody else would get a turn that night, Simon demanding they all get lost. You stood to let him physically push everyone out of the door, laughing at the chorus of ‘boos’ and complaints that you two received. 

When the door finally shut Simon whipped around and grabbed you by the hair, using his grip to push you to your knees with one hand and undo his fly with the other. “Think you’re cheeky huh? Think it’s funny to let ‘em think they get to put their mouths on you, just to be a fuckin’ tease and make ‘em all watch you take the shot instead?” His words surprised you for a moment, he wasn’t mad that you implied his team could put their mouths on you…oh no, he was pissed because you made them think they could and then denied them. The realization sent chills down your spine, but before you could get any words in either to tease him or poke at the idea of him sharing you Simon was forcing your mouth open. “C’mon luv, open up for me. You were so eager to use your mouth earlier. Let’s see you do it again yeah?”

Simon laid his leaking tip on your tongue when you stuck it out for him. You looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes you knew made him crazy as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. The taste of his pre-cum mixing with the aftertaste of the shot you had just taken caused you to let out an involuntary moan. As if acting on some primal instinct Simon pushed your head as far down as you could go, 3/4 of the way his pushing was met with resistance “come on sweet’eart…swallow. Swa-yeah, attagirl.”” You manage to get those last few inches down your throat, your nose brushing against those pretty blonde curls at his base. Your hands reached up to brace yourself on his thighs as he started to move your head, using your mouth like his own personal toy. The gagging and slurping sounds that emitted from you were downright filthy, and your looked matched the sounds. Saliva covering your chin and dripping down onto your chest. After what felt like forever but was probably just a few minutes or so your boyfriend pulled you off of him with a satisfying ‘pop’. Your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath. Simon let go of your hair and moved to sit back on the couch, you didn’t dare move a muscle.  Once he was comfortable he looked you over and patted his lap. The simple non-verbal command and you stripping your bottoms and moving to straddle his lap.

You were already soaked and both of you knew it. “You this fuckin’ wet just from sucking me off dove?” His words were accompanied by the feeling of his finger sliding across your slit, gathering up some of the wetness that leaked from you. The gentle touch alone had you bucking your hips, an action that was quickly halted by Simons free hand gripping your thigh. “Wait” His voice dark and rough and had that ’don’t fuck with me’ tone that made your stomach do backflips. You watched with wide eyes as Simon brought his finger to his lips and sucked your slick off of his finger. “Fuckin’ divine you know that luv?”  Your response came in the form of a desperate whimper and another attempt to grind your aching cunt against his cock. It was right there, so close and still wet from your saliva.

Simon let out a chuckle before lifting your hips a little so he could properly position himself, lining up with your hole in a practiced manner that came from far too much couch sex. He helped you slowly lower yourself down onto him, letting you accommodate to the stretch. “Thats it. Thats a good girl, just like that,” When you were properly sat you both let out a shuddery breath. No matter how many times he fucked you his size was still a shock to your body that you had to adjust to, but once you were ready your hips became an unstoppable force. Not that Simon would want to stop the way you bounced up and down, moved back and forth, greedy walls gripping him and trying to suck him back in every time you pulled up even a little. It was absolute heaven for both of you and it was bringing you closer to your orgasm faster than you cared to admit. 

Your moans raised in pitch the closer you got to your orgasm “Simon..Si..Simons please im-“ He covered your mouth with his hand quickly. “Not yet, please…just a little longer, wanna fuck your cunt for just al little longer. You can wait cant you doll?” You whined in protest but nodded nevertheless, you couldn’t say no to him. Especially when his eyebrows scrunched together and his eyes squeezed shut as his hips rammed up into yours, the feeling making you borderline delirious. Simon didn’t tell you that you were allowed to cum yet , at least not verbally. Instead he reached a hand down between your bodies to rub at your poor sensitive and neglected clit, it was too much. The please making your head spin and hips falter. “S’okay dove, let go for me.” Thats all you needed to absolutely fall apart on top of your boyfriend, his own Orgasm following soon after.

One satisfying and much needed shower later Simon was tucking you into bed and pulling you close to him. As you drifted off to sleep you could hear him mutter about how well you did and how good you could be for his boys.

[karlachismylife]

Totally self indulgent but how would they help take care of a chronically ill partner? (Poly if you don't mind)

((also yes I am having a bad day))

I'm so sorry to hear you're having a bad day, baby, I wish I could be there to help you through it :( These speedrun headcanons just for you are the least I could do, of course. I tried to keep it general enough without making it about any particular disease, because at the end of the day, whatever you're going through, they will be there for you no matter what.

CW: gn!reader with unspecified chronic illness, thus mentions of medical themes, medications, treatments, doctors and some things our bodies go through, symptoms and such. Also some controlling/soft dom/caretaker behaviour I guess, but without dabbling into CGL territory. Last paragraph is suggestive, but not explicit.

So, with any chronic disease, there are better days and worse days, ups and downs, and sometimes bad days happen unpredictably, sometimes you can kinda feel them coming, sometimes you just know that whatever you just did, be it going out all night for the concert of your favourite music band or just spoiling yourself with food you know will fuck you up but tastes too good to pass - and throughout all that your four partners stay attentive and vigilant.

Each and every one of them (even Soap, however unlikely) knows the importance of routine. They're military, they have no problem adhering to the same set of regular actions - as well as reacting to sudden changes and giving immediate appropriate response. Honestly, they're pretty damn good as caretakers, once they get clear in structions on what needs to be done.

Price goes with you to doctor appointments and all the treatment you need outside home. He's driving you there, waiting at the door (maybe eavesdropping while he pretends to fall asleep in the uncomfortable chair with his chin tucked and his hat laying in his lap. maybe actually falling asleep and waking up with horrifying neck cracking), asking a hundred questions after the doctor lets you out - to the point where it starts to look more like an interrogation. He does want to know everything, though, since only with full information on hands he can assess the situation and work out a plan of action. He wants to know what's the status, what meds you need to take and for what, how often, what side effects are possible, what else needs to be done - he makes your doctor give him a full on lecture, even if you already explaind half of that to them all previously. After he gets what he wanted from the poor medic, he still pulls on some strings to get you seen by specialists he's confident in. Sure, your doc might've been treating you for god knows how long, but a second (a third and maybe even fourth) opinion won't hurt, right?

Ghost gets your (and everyone else's, because Price fucked up his joints and spine more times than it's acceptable, Gaz has allergies and Soap needs his adderall. Ghost himself takes half of the pharmacy's supply, poor guy's messed up in all kinds of way) meds and also makes sure you and the boys take them regularly, especially if they're the type to be taken strictly on time. He brings your morning pills to you in bed with water and a little sandwich if you need to take them not on empty stomach, and if he has to be out at the time you need them, he always sends you a reminder - and expects you to report to him quickly, otherwise he's calling you and then one of the guys that can come and make sure you're being good. If you're having a bad head day and can't make yourself take these fucking pills that can't even "fix" you (or whatever bad thoughts you're having), Simon's going extremely soft - he just sits next to you and feeds you one pill after another, kissing you for every one you swallow, and then does same with his stash, "demanding" rewarding kisses from you with an adorably serious face. He knows better than anyone how much needing to do this every damn day can fuck with your mind, so he's patient, but he can't let you neglect yourself.

(Soap gets no such treatment, if that little shit tries to wiggle his way out of taking his meds, they get shoved into his mouth. He still gets his rewarding kiss, though, with Ghost's steel grip on his jaw, and this honestly looks like Simon tries to kill him via sucking his internal organs out of his mouth. Mind end up sucking something else-)

Gaz is just steadily making everything he can as accomodating as possible. If your headaches make you sensitive to smells, he makes sure nothing in the house can cause a bad reaction, he watches everyone's allergies, buys groceries to fit your diet and makes sure other products like soap or cleaning supplies won't be bad to you. He's the one who will find non-constraining clothes out of fabric that won't irritate your body - very stylish and just how you lik them, he's looking into furniture and appliances that can make it easier to deal with if you're in pain or can't hold shit properly because of joint pain (not only for you, Price and Ghost both get days when their knuckles hurt LIKE HELL). He might've had experience caring for a relative, or maybe he's just extremely good at research, but he just comes up with solutions you didn't even know could help.

Soap is the service dog. He's ready to run any errand, pick up every task you give him, provide immediate help as soon as you call for him. He's cuddling you through flares, fetching blankets or tea, literally catching you if you suddenly get a horrible cramp and fold in half. This man will go to the bathroom with you and keep you steady while you throw up, or literally kneel on the tile floor and wipe your tears if you get really bad bowel problems. He's seen people get shredded into pieces and watched their internal organs become external, he won't be put off by anything a human body can do. None of them will, to be honest, but Soap is just always the first to hold your hand through whatever hell you're going through.

But the other thing Soap does - is make you feel normal. He's not tiptoeing around you, treating you like a fragile doll that can't be played with, no; he'll fucking prank you, tease you, rile you up and haunt you as long as it makes you smile and helps you forget about that thing that impacts you every day while other people get to live without it. He's your personal hospital clown, and honestly, if you need to go to hospital, he might actually sneak inside in a clown costume (how the fuck did no one see and stop a huge ass man with a honking red nose and rainbow onesie walking through the corridors?) and entertain you. His family never let him feel like he was different despite the obvious struggles he faced with his ADHD (that wasn't diagnosed straight away too and went unmedicated for quite some time), and he'd rather die than let you feel like you're missing out on all the fun life has to offer because some days you can't even leave your bed as your body acts out.

They watch your diet and find ways to make it as diverse as possible, no matter how limited it is. Gaz is the one who makes groceries lists and often goes shopping, but all four of them take turns cooking (a man's place is in the kitchen, even if it gets cramped with all four of these dudes there) and experimenting with food. Gaz is the best cook by far, and the second to best is surprisingly Soap! Price actually isn't all that inventive in the kitchen (he just knows what he likes and doesn't venture out much, but what he does he does well), and Ghost... his main culinary innovations are in the stupid smiley faces and skulls he makes out of everything. How did he manage that with soup? I dunno, ask him.

They know your patterns and habits, sometimes they can tell the illness will flare before even you do, from the subtle changes in your appearance or behaviour. Maybe you're sweating just a little too much today and Gaz saw the stains on your shirt while doing the laundry, or your heartrate is off under Ghost's sharp ear as he nestles into his favourite place in the world - your arms. Perhaps Price noticed you ate not enough of your breakfast or Soap grabs your hand and feels it's colder than should be.

First thing they do is check in with you - Ghost is extremely straightforward and demanding about it, making you recite what you did recently that could cause a flare and asking you all about how you're feeling; Soap slips into worry immediately and starts with a question what he can do for you. Gaz goes a sly route, tugging you away from whatever you were doing, snuggling with you on the bed or the couch and peppering you with kisses, purring into your ear sweet nothings mixed with questions until he coaxes all the information from you. Price doesn't even ask at first: he immediately goes into action, the most basic care provided before he even says anything.

They do listen to you, though. If you're not feeling the worst and don't need immediate help, they just stay around to watch after you, but always communicate to others that extra care might come in handy today. Probably still try to convince you to go easy with your tasks, be it studying, work or chores, and help with whatever they can.

However, if it is bad, you kinda lose autonomy. Work? Forget about it. Chores are on them for the next week, no exceptions. You're lifted off your feet and brought to bed by Soap, everything arranged into a comfortable way by Gaz by the time they carefully lower you there. If you need to sit up to lessen the symptoms, they put pillows behind your back, but Soap prefers when he can cradle you against his chest and serve as a heat pillow himself - especially if his hot hands can make tummy or joint pain better. But if heat is the thing you don't need at all, he'll stay next to you, ready to jump at your first word.

Meds and water in Ghost's hand, waiting for you to take them patiently. While Price takes care of your unfinished business (and makes sure you won't go to work/school/uni next few days), Gaz ensures your body is taken care of - maybe you need a gentle massage or just sweat and teares wiped off, he's there, cooing at you and kissing your skin gently.

If you need bathroom, you're getting carried there, but if it's just to throw up, Soap's already got a bucket at the ready, and he and Gaz will support your body through the nausea, another glass of water appearing with silent Ghost by the end of it.

You're getting all the entertainment you want: Gaz and Soap will only be happy if you want to play computer games with them (or, if you can't, you can just watch them, and they'll goof around to keep your mind off your state). You want to continue that book you're reading, but it's hard to hold it and your eyes hurt? No audiobooks while you have Price there, he'll read you aloud. A movie? Hell yeah they'll all gather around with whatever snacks you can digest at the moment and watch whatever you want (and if Ghost or Price fall asleep, you can prank them via Sergeants' proxy).

Some other little things:

They all either quit smoking or make sure it doesn't affect you even with the smell.

Price keeps on top of all your vaccines and screenings. Don't even need to remember them, he can wake up in the middle of the night and recite all of the needed information. Can get quite strict and controlling if you try to get out of appointments - and also spends almost unhealthy amount of time reseatching what else can be done, including trying all kinds of experimental treatments and some not even fully scientific ones (like acupuncture. who fucking knows, eh?)

Ghost is the best out of all of your men to confide in when the illness takes toll on your mental health. He knows what drowning in your mind feels like, and he'll be there to reach out a hand and keep you afloat. He's actually good with words on these topics, and his voice grounds you - but if you need silent companionship or a firm chest to sob into, he can provide that too.

Soap actually often gets angry about your condition - not at you, of course, but the sheer unfairness of his beloved person suffering with no end, no matter how much all four boys do for you, weighs on him. The others might have caught him actually crying in the middle of letting steam off in the gym, he hates being powerless against a fucking disease.

Gaz loves when you let him take care of your body and appearance. Be it simply helping you take a bath/shower, shaving if you want but can't manage, brushing your hair for you, massaging oils, lotions or ointments into your skin... if you feel self-conscious about your appearance on flare days, he will obviously reassure you with other boys (as if they wouldn't love you in any condition, for fuck's sake, they're here because you make them feel the happiest they've ever been, not because you look like a model 24/7), but if it will make you feel better, he'll help you with a nice hairdo that won't burden your scalp, dress you up prettily, helping you put on every clothing piece with reverent kisses along the way, and do your makeup if you do it. Will he join you in all that and get all pretty too? Hell yeah! Might even catch Soap and get him dolled up too.

And finally, you won't find more accommodating people for intimacy. Whatever your limits are, they're never crossing them, choosing positions you won't feel uncomfortable in, being careful not to overwhelm you, discussing everything you want to try in sex with possible complications in mind. They're fine not doing anything at all; they're fine with doing no penetration; they're fine with extensive foreplay... definitely using all kinds of devices to make the experience better for you. Potentially asking your doctor questions on what's okay and what's not, even if you're screaming not to, lol.

They just love you, and they're ready to take everything off your shoulders as soon as you need it.

Hope you feel better soon, lovie <3

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

The Will

(The Tea Lovers Pt. 4)

A Levi x reader fanfic (Flufftober 2024)

Crossposted from AO3

Levi accidently finds your will.

A/n: Heyy, I'm back with a short update! Pour yourself some tea and enjoy!

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 0.96k)

(Part one) / (Levi x reader Masterlist)

"Come in", Erwin said, answering the knock on his office door without looking up from his paperwork. He didn't have to. It was well past midnight, and there was only one other person who would possibly be working at this hour.

Levi entered without a word of greeting, swiftly making his way towards Erwin's desk. He was only there to drop off some documents Erwin had wanted to have signed, then he'd head to bed to finally get some well-earned rest, the first he'd allow himself in two days.

"Here," he said curtly and set down the pile of papers atop another tower-like stack that was already swaying dangerously, making Erwin let out a weary sigh.

Levi was already on his way back to the door when he stopped dead in his tracks. Frowning, he turned around and strode back to the desk, going through the stack of papers until he got to the one that had been on top before. His eyes narrowed when he found it. He had not been mistaken. It had your name on it.

"What are you doing?" Erwin asked, quite baffled by Levi's unusual behavior as he watched him pull the document out from between the others.

Levi didn't answer, studying it with knitted brows. It was barely legible as it was written in a messy scrawl with tiny letters.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked finally, an edge to his voice.

"If you show me then I might be able to give you an answer," Erwin said calmly, raising a quizzical eyebrow at him.

Levi shoved the document into the commander's face.

"Well," Erwin said after giving it a quick once-over, "It's her will, exactly how it says in the title."

Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I can see that, but why would she need a will?" It wasn't like you to plan ahead like that.

"Don't worry, she's in perfect health if that's what you are wondering. She simply wanted matters to be settled."

"Didn't she give you a reason?" Levi asked impatiently, clearly still irritated.

"She didn't say, but I assume the catalyst to be the events on the last expedition. Two people on her squad died." Erwin dragged a hand over his tired features. "She asked me to be her personal representative since she doesn't have any family."

He hesitated, then sighed. "To be perfectly honest, I shouldn't even be talking to you about this. Usually these kind of affairs are confidential. However, I presume I could make an exception since you are mentioned in it."

"I am?" Levi asked, bewildered. He practically ripped the document out of the commanders hands, not waiting for an answer.

Erwin watched with an amused expression as Levi skimmed over the first page, then flipped to the second.

There it was. It seemed you had actually made an effort to keep your handwriting neat and tidy on this paragraph because unlike before, he had no trouble deciphering what it said this time.

First beneficiary: Levi Ackerman I leave all my precious tea to Captain Levi because he is the only one with a taste distinguished enough to truly appreciate its magnificence. Every expert would attest to the outstanding quality of my vast collection, containing only the finest and rarest of leaves with the highest grade. All of these top-notch attributes make this assortment of first-class tea my most valuable possession, so I can't rest in peace without making sure that it will be left in the expert hands of my fellow tea lover Levi.

Levi snorted at your choice of words. There was no denying that you had written this. Even when writing, it was impossible for you to keep it short.

You continued: I will further entrust him with all of my prized tea sets, including teapots, cups and saucers. Needless to say, they are made of the finest porcelain this world has to offer, making them unparalleled in both elegance and beauty. It's imperative that he should have them, because only with the right tea service can one enjoy the exquisite tea to the fullest.

I will also leave him my beautiful tea canisters and all of my tea utensils, including my infusers and sieves, spoons, tea warmers and anything tea-related I might have forgotten to mention.

Levi's part of the will ended here, but he couldn't help but keep reading. It didn't escape his notice that the next parts were significantly shorter with much sloppier handwriting. "Well obviously. It's not about tea anymore," he muttered as he scanned the next paragraph.

Second beneficiary: Erwin Smith The commander shall get all my good pens and pencils because he has to write a lot. I have some really expensive ones and I know he will take good care of them.

Third beneficiary: Hange Zoe My titan sketchbook with all my notes on them goes to my bestie Hange. I know they've been eyeing it for a while now, so there. They will also get all my science books, they may not need them but I don't think anybody else wants them.

Fourth beneficiary: Petra Ral I bequeath all of my clothes to Petra, as we've often borrowed each other's stuff so I know they will fit her. She will also get all my drawings of a certain someone. (She'll know which ones.)

Levi's eyebrows instantly shot up at the last part. It was pretty clear who it was about, and he didn't like it one bit. The way you had intentionally kept it vague only served to make him more suspicious.

"I told her not to do that anymore," he grumbled, putting the will back on the desk and marching to the door. "Where is she hiding that shit?"

He was about to find out.

Tag list: @thechaoticarchivist, @mmm-alhaitham, @nironasaran, @leviiheichou, @huffleruffplant, @shutupp1, @iifrui

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[treacheryinblue]

A Noah Sebastian x F!Reader One Shot

Word Count: 2.3k

× Summary: Noah does what he can to help relieve some of the overwhelming stress you're forced to endure. It's just smut.

× Warnings!: SMUT (oral [f receiving]) aka Noah obviously being the munch we know he is. language, 18+ , no proofread, no revisions, written in about an hour so it is what it is. •‿•

Masterlist

Study, study, study. 

Work, work, work. 

That's all you did nowadays. 

The routine of it all had become monotonous to say the least, though it's what had to be done if you were ever going to finish your degree. Your third attempt at said degree. School just wasn't for you and you had figured that out as soon as you walked across the stage at your high school graduation however many years ago. While most felt excitement with continuing their education, you felt nothing. You hated it; the deadlines, the papers, the asshole teachers who always acted as if they were leaps and bounds better than everyone they encountered. What you hated about it most of all, though, was the lack of freedom. 

Only one thing - one person - was keeping you going despite the headaches and breakdowns where you’d yell that you were “over it” and it was “all so useless anyway”, and that person was Noah. Maybe it sounded cliche, but he truly was your rock through it all. Even with the loads of stuff he had going on, he still always found time for you, especially when he could tell that you were on the verge of one of those previously mentioned breakdowns. This just so happened to be one of those nights. 

You were sitting on the couch of his home studio, anxiety-riddled fingers tapping away at your keyboard, trying your best to finish a paper that was due the following night. Of course you shouldn't have waited until the very last minute, but procrastination was what you did best. Noah would beg to differ, but you didn't have the mental capacity to get sucked into those sorts of thoughts right then. 

Every now and then Noah would swivel in his chair to look at you, ask how things were going, and then turn back to his music once you replied. The answers were never what he wanted to hear, but he understood. He didn't want to be another source of aggravation for you, so he never pushed. Little did he know, just having him around you was enough to calm your nerves. That, plus the melodic vocals he would softly sing every now and then truly could work wonders. 

“I think it's time for a break,” he exhaled while rolling his chair to the side to set his guitar down. “I can almost see the steam coming off your head.” 

“In a minute,” you murmured under your breath. Your brows were furrowed, keys of your laptop still rhythmically tapping until you groaned and slammed down on the backspace to erase the paragraph. 

“Oh no, now.” Noah stood from the chair with a chuckle and made his way to you, his body dropping down on the couch at your side. His hand immediately went to your bare thigh, fingers slowly caressing along your skin and working their way towards the innermost area. 

“Noah, come on. I have to finish this,” you sighed, attempting to move a bit to shake his hand away. 

“You also need to take a breather, let out some frustrations. Maybe then you can come back to it with a clear head.” 

You were ignoring his words to the best of your ability, as well as his wandering hands. 

“That's what I do when I get stuck with a song.” 

And didn't you know it. On many occasions Noah had tracked you down within the house when he should've been working, just to let out some frustrations between your legs. It didn't matter what you were in the middle of doing when he found you because he would bend you over any surface and fuck you until the creative juices were flowing again. He claimed it did the trick every time, but you weren't convinced. This is even what led to him teasingly calling you his ‘muse’ when the moments would arise. 

A heavy sigh sounded as his hands began to tug at your shorts, though you only leaned off to the side and propped yourself against the arm of the couch. You wanted space between the two of you, but not so much that it meant one of you going to another room. No, you still wanted to be close. 

“Noah…” you huffed, your foot gently nudging at him when he went for your shorts again. This time he succeeded in drawing the fabric down your legs and tossing them aside. Despite this, your eyes remained focused on the laptop screen. 

He glanced at you as his strong hands pried your knees apart and fully spread you open for him. “Continue to work if you want to,” he shrugged. 

You didn't want to admit that you had become aroused during this miniature cat and mouse game the two of you were playing, though you were sure he noticed the small wet spot beginning to form on your panties. Sometimes it was so frustrating how easily he could get you going, even when you were mad at the world and just wanted to throw something. 

Noah released one of your legs so he could run his fingers along your pussy over your panties, again and again, making lingering contact with where he knew your clit was each time. Your face remained expressionless, eyes still set on the glowing screen, but your body was definitely reacting to him. You knew you were becoming wetter by the way your panties clung to your folds and Noah continued his strokes with more vigor.  

“Is this really the time?” 

There was no response because his mouth was soon occupied with digging the tip of his tongue into your clit, the added scratch of your panties causing your toes to curl and your hips to jolt slightly. Noah smirked to himself at your reaction because he knew he would be able to get to you eventually. There was no way you'd be able to resist and you both were well aware of this. 

Tattooed fingers soon tugged your panties aside, a faint hum of delight coming from him at the sight of your wet cunt so open and vulnerable. Just his for the taking. 

“Fuck,” he murmured while lowering himself back down between your thighs. His lips secured around your clit for a gentle suck before his tongue began taking long licks across the swollen nerves. 

Your fingers stalled on the keyboard, your head falling back as a moan was pulled from your chest. How were you supposed to get your work done when Noah was so intent on using his own methods of calming you? 

“You taste so goddamn good.” 

Noah moaned into your cunt, eyes closed, the entirety of his mouth devouring you like a starved man. His motions were slow but precise, fully knowing what he was doing. He was basically a professional when it came to your body. 

Okay fine, he could win this time. 

You quickly saved the document you were working on and then closed the laptop, the device now set on the floor by the couch. Even though Noah didn't dare stop, you could tell he was excited about getting what he wanted. 

With your hands now free, you reached down to slip your fingers through his hair, eventually latching onto the dark locks. Noah dragged his tongue down to your entrance, slowly swirling around the drenched hole, only to then make his way back to your clit. He knew that if he lingered at your clit for too long then you'd be cumming in less than two minutes, and that wasn't the sort of experience he wanted you to have tonight. 

“Mmmph!” A moan transferred to a slight squeak as his teeth gently nipped at your clit, your hips bucking up towards his mouth. He chuckled to himself at your reaction, which only earned him a firm tug to his hair. 

Noah glanced up to you, playfully glaring. He shook his head as he sat up just enough to shift your legs together, your panties quickly slipped down and tossed aside to be forgotten like your shorts. You were then being spread open again and no time was wasted before he was back to business. 

“Oh! Oh my god, just like that!” 

A couple of long fingers plunged into your cunt, slowly easing in and out and pressing up to your g-spot in a way that had you panting and your body trembling. The sensations were maddening, especially as Noah’s tongue swirled around your clit, alternating between this and firmly suctioning his lips around it. 

“Mmm, don't stop. Yes!” 

His fingers drove deep into your pussy and then paused once fully buried. You made a slight sound of protest, prompting him to begin making that goddamned ‘come hither’ bending motion that made your breath hitch and your lower back arch. 

“You like that, baby?” He taunted, long swipes of his tongue again being taken in an agonizingly slow pace. Each motion caused your pussy to clamp around his fingers, the sound of how wet you were easily deciphered behind your moans and heavy breaths. 

“Y-Yes…” you stammered, nodding. “It feels so fucking amazing.” 

Noah's proud smirk was so prominent that you swore you could feel it against your pussy. Honestly, it was impossible to miss. He always loved knowing how good he could make you feel with just his hands and mouth, and sometimes only his words too. 

Your body felt like it was overheating, although in a good way. To ease some of the fire, you grabbed onto the hem of your shirt and pulled it up over your chest. Your abdomen was tense from contracting, pert breasts on full display for him. It only took a moment for you to begin rubbing and kneading over your tits, squeezing them together and sinking your fingers in deep. Noah glanced up to you, his mouth stilling completely though his fingers continued their thrusts. 

“You're so needy,” he grinned as his lips began to move along your inner thigh. He suckled and bit at the tender skin, making sure it was hard enough to leave little marks behind, ones that only he would be able to see and know who you belonged to. 

“All you needed was for me to make you feel good, baby,” he breathed along your heated flesh. “Fuck the frustrations right out of you.” 

The addition of his low voice, along with you now pinching and rolling your nipples, had you right where he wanted you. Noah gave no warning before forcing a third finger into your already tight and stretched cunt, the intensity making you drop your hands to the couch so you could grip onto the cushions for dear life. 

“Noah!! Fuck!” 

The pressure of your orgasm was swelling until your body couldn't contain it any longer. You were in a frenzy as your hips grinded down against his fingers in time with his thrusts, nails scratching along the leather couch, head tossed back so your passionate cries could freely ring. That’s when Noah’s skilled mouth attacked your pussy again, his tongue hungrily lapping at your clit and your arousal that had spilled past his fingers. He groaned against you, and you even noticed his own hips rutting into the couch, his whole body being put into eating you out. 

“Don't stop…right there…” you gasped and moaned between each statement, the climax coming on fast and strong. “Yes…oh my god…I'm going to cum…”

Noah rammed his fingers hard into your core and made sure to stroke along your g-spot with every retreat, only to repeat the motions until you were nothing but a whimpering mess beneath him. It was that pace that finally sent you careening over the edge. Your hands grabbed the back of his head so your nails could scratch the base of his neck and along his scalp, all while your hips unapologetically pressed as close to his mouth as possible. This left him no choice but to continue circling your clit and pulling it between his lips, suckling as if your life depended on this orgasm alone. 

Your cunt surged around his fingers in a flood that rushed with such force that you could see his chin glistening, as well as the couch that now pooled with your cum. 

Satisfied with his work, Noah began to slow down his pace only when your hips did first. His goal was for you to ride out the orgasm as long as possible, and the way your body still twitched and your pussy clenched let him know all he needed to. 

As your body stilled, he slowly retrieved his fingers and watched in awe as more of your arousal dripped from your spent cunt. Typically he liked to watch as his own cum spilled from you, but right now wasn't about him. 

Noah slowly kissed along your thighs, across your abdomen, and up to your lips which he eagerly claimed with his own. You were still in haze, floating in your own little world thanks to the great orgasm, but even that couldn't stop you from moving your lips in perfect sync with his. As your arms slinked around the back of his neck, his hands dragged up your sides until he was grasping firm to your waist to pull you close. 

“Feeling better?” 

You softly laughed, a content sigh following as if to show him just how relaxed you were now. 

“Yes…and now I really do need to finish my paper but all I want to do is that again and again…and maybe again for good measure.” 

Brushing a hand along the side of your face to push your hair back, Noah grinned, his head slowly nodding in agreement to your words. Unfortunately, he knew he couldn't let himself be that bad of an influence over you. 

“Finish your paper and then we can see about that. Think of it as motivation.”  

[jeonqkooks]

jungkook #33 from the fluff list 💗 (even better if its like fboy badboy jungkook getting flustered and shy around oc hehe)

daft pretty boys | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

prompt: "i can't think around you."

rating: G

word count: 0.8k

genre/warnings: classmates to .. lovers?, college au, basketball captain!jk, he's neither a fuck boy nor a bad boy he's just a cute boy <3, fluff, swearing as per uzh, i plagiarized MYSELF bc the shit mentioned here was actually taken from my final paper for a film class two years ago lmaooooooo

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

If there's one thing that Jungkook absolutely despises, it's when people think jocks are dumb. It's a common misconception and it's downright hurtful sometimes; just because Jungkook is the basketball captain, doesn't mean that anybody has the right to assume he's got hay for brains.

However, if someone were to come up to him right now and say it to his face, he probably wouldn't disagree.

"So yeah, if they lose the memories of these relationships, I think they'd also be losing parts of themselves that make them whole, because an individual's identity is an accumulation of multiple smaller identities they have with every single intimate relationship that ultimately forms one collective identity, y'know?" you finish, and it's not until then that Jungkook comes back down to earth, realizing that he's just been staring at you this whole time. "Anyway, what do you think?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Same, uhm," Jungkook stammers. "I also thought about their collective relationsh- I mean, collective identity and multiple identities and-"

You purse your lips as you take in his whole demeanor, like a nervous child fumbling with his words. "Did you not watch the movie?"

He did watch the movie. In fact, Jungkook watched it three times over the weekend because that's how much he liked it. When he registered for this class - History of Popular Cinema - at the end of last semester, he was hoping that it'd be an easy elective so he could focus more on basketball and his core courses. And for the most part, this film class is easy. All he has to do is watch movies and hand in a few short essays every now and then. Piece of cake.

Then the final paper rolls around and the professor assigns everybody a partner to work with. In theory, it should still be a piece of cake, because there still isn't that much to do anyway.

So why is it so fucking hard all of a sudden?

Jungkook had never really noticed you before you became his designated collaborator for the month. Never saw you on campus, never saw you attending the games. Hell, he didn't even know your name until this final assignment.

"I watched it," he defends himself lamely.

"Okay. And?"

"It was good."

You frown, and all Jungkook can think about is how adorable that crease between your eyebrows is. How he just wants to reach across the table and smooth it over, or better yet, kiss it away.

He's fully aware of how stupid he must look, with his sweaty palms and his words falling over each other like goddamn Jenga pieces, in front of a girl that he's been obsessed with for weeks now. Jungkook doesn't normally do crushes, but the more time he spends with you to work on this lame ass paper, the more he finds his mind drifting to you even when you're not in his vicinity.

He thinks you're so pretty when you absentmindedly bite your lip whenever you're concentrating. He thinks you always smell like jasmine, and he's delighted by how your scent lingers on his own clothes after every time you meet, like he's carrying home a reminder of you. He thinks you're ten leagues smarter than him when you text him whole paragraphs detailing how postmodern filmmakers flirt with the concept of identity fragmentation through different types of cinematic manifestation as a reflection of the realistic postmodern person, because what the fuck does that even mean?

"You're not doing a very good job at convincing me you watched the movie," you say.

Jungkook groans internally - and a little externally too - as he runs a hand down his face. "I watched it, I promise," he tells you. "I watched it, and I really liked it. It made me think about a lot of deep shit that I don't normally think about."

"Uh huh," you say slowly. Your frown is still there, but now it's embedded in confusion as you try to understand his dilemma. "Then tell me about that. What was the deep shit?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

How is he supposed to explain that every single thought he had suddenly grew legs and yeeted itself out the window the second he saw you arrive today, wearing a stunning smile and a t-shirt that says Caution: Full of Shenanigans? Not once in his entire life had Jungkook felt so no thoughts, head empty.

"Because I can't think around you," he settles on being honest. "Because I keep thinking about you when you're not here, yet when you are, I can't even think at all."

It takes a minute for his words to sink into your brain, and Jungkook watches nervously as a blush spreads across your cheeks, so rosy that he just wants to grab your face and pepper kisses all over. For the first time since he has known you, you don't know how what to say.

The sight of you, rendered speechless by him being rendered an idiot, has Jungkook blushing too. Despite the patch of bashful silence that ensues, somewhere outside the metaphorical windows of his and your minds, both your thoughts are riding off into the sunset together, holding hands.

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 27.05.2023]

[dean-a-mean-tae]

My Dearest | Jeongin x GN! Reader

SUMMARY: Reader is told to help Gordon trick the Addams family into believing he's the missing brother of Gomez Addams. However, Morticia and Jeongin suspect the man is a fraud. Their suspicion is slightly clouded by their positive view of Reader. Along the journey, Reader gains a dedicated "lover." A lover who drinks his respect juice every morning and snorts consent every chance he can get. How do the frauds get out of this mess?

WARNINGS: Manipulation (not from Jeongin), blood (nothing gory), and talk of death. The reader is slightly taller than Jeongin. You can decide if it because of heels or not. Mention of killing for the reader's smile. Jeongin chokes the reader. Jeongin is a whipped simp for the Reader, Gomez is a whipped simp for Morticia. Jeongin and Reader are a mini Gomez and Morticia. Jeongin follows after Gomez, so there is a slight yandere in this. He's a soft yandere, but I understand that some people are uncomfortable about them.

TRANSLATION(S): Please tell me if I missed any

Il me perce comme un poignard (French) - It pierces me like a dagger. Oui (French) - Yes Cara mia (Italian) - My darling En garde, monsieur soleil (French) - On guard, Mr. Sun Mon amour (French) - My love Mon cœur ( French) - My heart

A/N: If you see a paragraph repeating or something, please tell me so I can fix it. My editor crashed so I had to transfer some thing and I'm not sure what broke or not.

On top of a hill sat a big, old, rickety house surrounded by a gate. To an outsider, it looked abandoned. Vines and dirty white wood covered the house with windows and doors that creaked in the wind. But to the family living inside, it was home.

Inside the house and up the stairs, a miniature clock version of the house rings. A hand crawls from behind the clock and off the table. He crawls down the hallway straight to the side of Gomez Addams.

The man had been looking into an abandoned bedroom for over two decades. The bed is a mess, and dust covers the dresser. Cobwebs sit in the corners.

"Think of it, Thing," Gomez sighed, eyes mindlessly wandering the room. "For 25 years, we've attempted to contact Fester in the Great Beyond, and for 25 years, nothing."

They passed a room with two teenagers inside.

A young man held a crossbow at his younger brother. His hair matched the night sky, and his eyes were so dark they nearly matched his hair. His suit pants were black, along with his button-up shirt. His name was Jeongin Addams.

His ten-year-old brother, Pugsley, wore a black striped shirt and brown shorts covered in dirt, giving them a black fade. Jeongin had tied him to a post and stuck an apple in his mouth.

Gomez glanced in the room just in time to see Jeongin fire the crossbow and hit the apple. With a grin, he continued down the hall to his shared room. In his bed lay his sleeping wife, Morticia.

"Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss," Gomez breathed, smiling as he stared at his wife. Carefully, he walked to the window and drew back the curtains. He watched Morticia's eyes flutter open, her lips curl into a smile.

"Unhappy, darling?" He asked.

"Yes, completely," Morticia responded, her voice soft. She squinted as she raised her hand to block the sun. She hissed, "Gomez, the sun. Il me perce comme un poignard."

"Tish, that's French," Her husband sighed.

"Oui."

"Cara Mia," Gomez whispered as he kissed her hand. After calmly placing her hand down, he grabbed a sword. He flicked his wrist, and the curtains closed as he shouted, "En garde, monsieur soleil!"

"Gomez," Morticia called, watching him turn to her. Her voice grew softer as she continued, "Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon: you frightened me. Do it again."

Downstairs a tall man in a suit with bolts screwed into his neck held out squirming paper bags for the boys racing down the stairs. Jeongin won, calmly walking over and grabbing his lunch.

"Thank you, Lurch," He said, nodding at the butler before continuing out the door. Pugsley huffed, snatching the remaining bag, and waved Lurch goodbye as he followed his brother.

Later that day, Morticia, Gomez, and Thing sat in the greenhouse. Morticia decapitated a blooming rose as Gomez talked about his brother while he played chess with Thing.

"It's a milestone, Tish. This very night, our 25th seance. All those years gnawed by guilt undone by woe. Burning with uncertainty."

"Don't torture yourself, Gomez." Morticia grabbed another rose before slowly turning to look at Gomez with slanted eyes. "That's my job."

"Oh, Tish."

"Imagine, darling, if Fester did come back," She said, looking up in thought. Before smiling at her husband, she whispered, "Half alive, barely human. A rotting shell."

"Don't tease," Gomez warned, playfully glaring at Morticia. She smirked as she snipped another rose head.

Out the window behind her, a couple approached the gate. The doors opened automatically, and the two walked on the gravel. Just before the man could pass, the gate snapped shut on the back of his coat.

"Ouch!" He cried out as he waved his arms around. His bag nearly hit his wife as she watched in irritation. "Stop it!"

The commotion caught Thing's attention, and he snapped his fingers before pointing outside. Morticia, the only one acknowledging him, turned around before smiling.

"Look, darling, She called, glancing back before snipping another rose head when her husband looked at her. "Tully is here, romping with Gate."

Thing used the distraction to smack one of Gomez's pieces off the board and move his own. Gomez grinned before looking down at the board. His smile dropped.

He lost.

Tully ripped himself free from the gate. His wife, Margaret, groaned when she saw his white shirt peeking through the torn fabric of the back of his coat.

"These are your last paying clients. May I remind you?" She grumbled, attempting to fix his coat.

"If it pleasures you." Tully groaned as he waved his wife away.

"Something has to!" Margaret shouted, glaring at him as they walked into the house before continuing. "Like a decent coat or something dressy for the evening. Ask for a loan. Beg!"

"No loans," He snapped, pointing a finger in her face. "I am not a bum."

"Don't say it!" He said, watching Margaret snap her mouth shut. "I'll get the money. I have a plan."

"This is humiliating. Why did I marry you?" Margaret whined as Lurch helped her out of her coat.

"Because I said yes," Tully retorted, walking into the right hallway. He turned into another hallway with one door at the end. As he continued down, a polar bear skin rug bit his leg.

"No, stop it! Let go of me!" He shouted as he kicked the rug off him. When he looked up, he noticed a bald statue staring at him. With a glance, he caught the big word: Fester. He ignored it and walked into the door. As soon as he closed the door, a sword flew past his head and stuck in the door.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Lurch, Morticia, and Grandmama were looking for something to give Margaret for Charity.

"Charity auction," Grandma grumbled, flinging a pot across the kitchen. The pot narrowly missed Margret, who was squirming at the counter. "It's ridiculous."

"Perhaps it's in here," Morticia said, gliding towards a wooden cabinet.

"I don't think so," Grandma replied as she waddled over. Lurch pulled a body bag out of the cabinet, shifting it so Morticia could grab the tag.

"Uncle NikNak's Winter Wardrobe."

Lurch pulled another body bag out of the cabinet. This time, Morticia could easily read the tag.

"Uncle NikNak's Summer Wardrobe."

Another bag.

'Uncle NikNak," Morticia hummed, stepping back so Lurch could drop the body onto the other bags. This one thudding much louder than the others. Margaret gasped.

A thud from upstairs made everyone look up.

Thing snapped his fingers from his place on the table and pointed towards something on a shelf. Another thud from upstairs, this time only Margaret looking. Morticia smiled when she saw what Thing was pointing at. She picked the item up, thanking Thing as she showed it to Margaret.

"What is it?" Margaret asked.

"A finger trap from Emperor Wu's court," Morticia said.

"It must be worth a fortune," Margaret whispered, snatching it from Morticia. She tilted the finger trap around, squealing, "Oh, Morticia, this is too extravagant. Even for the auction."

"Let's keep it." Grandma grinned.

"Hush, mama. It's for the Widows and orphans charity. We need more of them," Morticia said, nodding once. Margaret stared at her from the corner of her eye.

"Margaret, about the seance tonight. I wish you'd come," Morticia said, looking down at the black ring on her left hand. "It's Gomez. I'm terribly worried about him."

Margaret ignored her in favor of pushing her fingers into the trap. She gasped when she couldn't remove them.

"He won't eat. He can't sleep. He keeps coughing up blood," Morticia sighed.

"He coughs up blood?" Margaret asked incredulously, dropping her hands to her lap.

"Not like he used to."

Tully finally made it back to his office. Hobbling in, he called for his assistant and nearly fell when a different voice answered.

"She's gone home, Mr. Alford."

He looked up and saw a woman sitting on the couch. Her red hair was in an updo hairstyle, and her legs crossed under her.

"Mrs. Craven. I was just about to call you." Tully laughed awkwardly.

"I'm sure you were," She said coldly. She grinned, her eyes dull, before waving behind Tully. "You haven't met my son, Gordon. Have you, Mr. Alford?"

Tully turned around and gasped. A tall, burly man appeared behind him. His curly hair was a bright contrast to his pale skin.

"Is this the one, Mother? The deadbeat you mentioned?" Gordon asked. His voice sounded like rocks in a plastic bottle. He grabbed Tully by the collar and slammed him into the wall, ignoring his protests.

"You have to listen to me!"

"Do, Mr. Alford? Why?" Mrs. Craven taunted. She smiled as Gordon turned Tully upside down, pennies and clips falling from his pockets.

"Your call, mother," Gordon said, grinning at the woman on the couch.

"Down, Gordon," Mrs. Craven commanded, picking at her nails. Gordon threw Tully to the floor, and Mrs. Craven looked up. "We've lent you a considerable sum, many thousands of dollars. Payment due."

"I don't have the money. I've tried everything."

"Oh, Gordon, I want to believe him," Mrs. Craven said mockingly. After a moment, she grinned at her son. "Make me proud."

Gordon grabbed Tully by the neck again and slammed him into the wall.

"Mrs. Craven?" A voice asked. Gordon dropped Tully and straightened up. Glancing at Mrs. Craven before looking at the door, Gordon grinned at the person in the doorway.

"Come here, child," Mrs. Craven answered, smiling as she waved you to her.

"Mr. Alford, meet Y/N. Y/N, this is Tully Alford. We work together," Mrs. Craven explained, patting your knee. She glared at the confused man.

"Don't we, Mr. Alford?"

He quickly nodded as he waved at the equally confused teenager. Mrs. Craven smiled at you as she rubbed your back. "Be a dear and wait outside."

"I didn't know you had children," Tully said. Watching you leave the room, Mrs. Craven sighed.

"Y/N is not my child. They are my protege," Mrs. Craven explained as she dug in her purse for a pouch. Finding it, she immediately opened it before frowning. "Gordon, I've run out of Y/N's mints. We'll have to get more shipped in."

"Moving on, where were we?" She smiled as she looked between Gordon and Tully. Her son grinned as he slammed Tully into the table, knocking his briefcase off and spilling the gold coins.

Gordon leaned over. His eyes widened at the gold circles covering the floor. "He lied to us, mother."

"No! Those are doubloons for the Addams account," Tully explained.

"Addams?"

Tully nodded as he continued, "There's more, but nobody can get to it. Don't you think I've tried?"

"Have you? Have you tried hard enough?" Mrs. Craven stood from the couch, stalking towards the desk. "Ask him, sweetheart."

"No, no, sweetheart. Don't ask," Tully begged, pressing further into the desk and away from Gordon. He froze before whispering, "Fester?"

Gordon looked up, confused.

Gordon and Y/N sat at the table, eating leftovers. Mrs. Craven stood next to them, holding a picture of Fester Addams.

"It's gonna be great," Tully slowly walked away from the trio and towards the door. "You'll get all the money I owe you. You'll see."

"Goodbye, Mr. Alford," Mrs. Craven said, watching the man run out the door.

"What's the plan?" Y/N asked. You flinched, glaring at Gordon when he poked you with a spoon.

"You don't need to worry about that, child," Mrs. Craven said. She sat beside them, swatting at Gordon when he poked you again.

"Okay," Y/N dragged, looking between the adults' mischievous grins.

Tully and Margret brought you to the Addams's home the next night. Margaret's heels crunched and clacked against the gravel, followed by yours and Tully's footsteps.

"Remember, kid. When Gordon and Mrs. Craven show up, they'll pretend to be Fester and Dr. Pinder-Schloss. Got it?"

"Tully, this is the twelfth time you've told me this in twenty minutes. Tell me again, and the loan will be the least of your troubles," You warned, quickly catching up to Margaret, who smiled at you.

Tully sighed shakily before trudging after the pair. The door opened, and Lurch stared down at them with a soft smile. Behind him stood Jeongin with a blank look.

"Hello, sweetheart. Could you?" Margaret held out her fingers, still stuck in the finger trap. The boy sighed, unhooking her fingers as Margaret grinned, breathing out, "Thank god."

"Welcome, honored guests," Morticia greeted from the stairs. Her eyes trailed over you with a smile. "Who is this?"

"Uh, a family friend's child, Y/N. They're in town for a project. Hope you don't mind we brought them along," Tully explained, watching Morticia tilt her head.

Pulling your hood down, you smiled back at Morticia. "Lovely to meet you, Miss."

"Hello, dear. We're so glad you could join us," Mortica said, walking down the stairs. She pulled Jeongin with her. "This is my son, Jeongin."

"Hello, I'm Y/N," You said, sticking your hand out for Jeongin to shake. He looked between your face and hand before finally shaking it. Morticia smiled before telling everyone to move to the seance room.

You unzipped your coat, about to take it off when someone took it. With a glance over your shoulder, Jeongin gave your goat to Lurch. Before exiting the room, he nodded for you to follow him into the seance room.

Lurch played the piano as everyone sat around the table. Jeongin sat you between him and his mother. As Morticia recited the chant, Pugsley, who was on Jeongin's right, slowly raised a butcher's knife, intending to whack his brother.

"Stop it." Jeongin side-eyed the boy.

"Pugsley," Gomez playfully scolded, taking the knife from his son. Pugsley giggled as Gomez looked at Margaret and Tully. "Kids."

"All close eyes and join hands," Morticia said as she closed her eyes and grabbed your hand. You looked at your joined hands before looking at Jeongin. Jeongin slowly opened his hand for you to take.

Across the table, Margaret grabbed Grandmama's hand in hers.

"Ow! What a grip!" The older woman cried, snatching her arm away, but the hand remained in Margaret's. "Oh! She's got my hand!"

You huffed, shaking your head in amusement. Next to you, Jeongin tilted his head. Why weren't you scared?

Margaret managed to shake Thing off and onto the floor. She stood from her seat only to be pushed back down by Tully as he tried to comfort her. "Sit down, pumpkin. Join the fun."

"Mama, you should know better. Thing, you're a handful," Morticia scolded before leaning back in her chair. She told Jeongin to continue the chant, smiling when he finished. She closed her eyes as Grandmama continued where he left off.

"Fester Addams, gather your strength and knock three times," Grandma commanded.

Silence.

Three loud bangs sounded through the air. You flinch, squeezing Jeongin's hand. He gripped it tighter, rubbing his thumb along the back of yours.

"Fester Addams, I demand that you knock again!"

Again, three loud knocks echoed throughout the house. Gomez stood up, pointing out the doorway. "He's at the door!"

Thing rushed out of the room and to the front door. Once he reached it, he yanked it open to reveal a bald Gordon. Everyone followed him.

"Could it be?"

"Is it him?"

"Is it possible?"

Gordon stepped into the house and out of the rain. His now bald head glistened in the candlelight.

"Fester," Gomes whispered.

"Gomez," Gordon, now called Fester, replied. Gomez walked between Jeongin and you, accidentally breaking your latched hands, and embraced his brother.

Behind the hugging brothers, Mrs. Craven stepped forward.

"Good evening," She greeted in a heavy German accent. "I am Dr. Pinder-Schloss."

Morticia guided everyone to the living room to listen to Dr. Pinder-Schloss explain Fester's story.

"That's preposterous," Margaret grumbled. "Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?"

"It certainly is," Gomes grinned from his place beside Morticia. "Now you're back."

"I just don't know," Margaret said, shaking her head at Fester. He stood by the fireplace, staring straight ahead, unblinking.

Tully distracted Margaret by holding up the finger trap. "How does this work again?"

"An infant would understand," She snapped, sticking her fingers in the trap and getting stuck again.

"Fester Addams, home at long last," Morticia announced, ignoring Grandmama laughing at Margaret.

"At least for a week," Fester said.

"A week?" Gomez repeated. He walked to his brother, pleading, "Don't be ridiculous, you're home!"

"I have to get back, things cooking in the Bermuda Triangle," Fester explained, looking around in thought. Your head tilts as you huff. This man was pulling anything out of his ass.

"Gomez, the Bermuda Triangle," Morticia purred, leaning back on the couch. Gomez grinned as he walked back to her. Morticia raised her hand to him as she continued, "The Black Hole of Calcutta."

"Excuse us," Gomez said before kissing his wife's hands.

"Second honeymoon," Morticia explained to Dr. Pinder-Schloss. She smiled at her husband before looking back at the doctor as she asked, "Dr. Pinder-Schloss, will you be staying with us?"

"No, I must be going. But I will be back to check on Fester's adjustment. Maybe this child here could help Fester with his adjustments," Dr. Pinder-Schloss said, gesturing to you, sitting in an armchair.

"I think that's a terrific idea," Tully agreed.

"You're going to leave the child here?" Margaret asked, negating.

"I'm sure they don't mind. Do you?" Tully asked.

"Course not, I like it here," You said, leaning over and almost hitting Jeongin, who lay under the chair you sat in.

"It'll be nice to have someone around Jeongin's age," Morticia chimed.

"They can be my new fencing partner," Gomez added, smiling at you.

"Nobody gets out of the Bermuda Triangle, not even for vacation," Jeongin interrupted, fiddling with your left shoe. "Everyone knows that."

"So much you don't understand," Dr. Pinder-Schloss cooed, "The human spirit is hard to kill."

"Even with a chainsaw," Grandma chimed, nodding in thought.

After Tully, Margaret, and Dr. Pinder Schloss left, Jeongin brought you upstairs to a spare bedroom. He stood in the doorway, watching you look around. Your eyes trailed the cracks in the concrete, your hands felt for dents in the wood, and you examined every creak in the floor. He watched your fingers trail along walls, windows, and under furniture.

"Why are you detailing the room?"

Y/N turned to the boy in the doorway. He stared back at them with furrowed brows, his face expressionless.

After you tilted your head, Jeongin continued. "You looked and felt for everything as if you expect someone to intrude during your stay. Why?"

You hummed and looked down in thought. You would be lying if you said you were comfortable with your situation. Usually, you slept in hotels with Mrs. Craven in one room and Gordon in the other. Sometimes, you would wake up to Mrs. Craven watching you from the doorway.

You wouldn't have to worry about that now. At least, not while you stayed here.

"I've lived in places no one should have to call home," They answered. "It teaches you things."

"Goodnight," He muttered to the quiet voice he heard whispering behind him before shutting the door.

Jeongin walked past his brother's room. Ignoring Pugsley's shout for him, Jeongin closed his bedroom door, making sure to lock it, before flopping on his bed.

Jeongin hadn't thought about your life.

You weren't like those strange kids from school who kept asking if he was depressed. Or the teachers who kept giving him annoyed looks like he couldn't see them. Or the teachers who kept putting on false looks when speaking to him. So they wouldn't have to deal with his parents. It wasn't his parents they needed to worry about. It was him, but they didn't need to know that.

Y/N. Soft hair, gorgeous eyes, soft hands, and plump lips. They walk so smoothly, their movements graceful, and their smile bright.

Jeongin felt a shiver down his spine. He'd kill to see that smile again.

Is this how his father felt about his mother?

A knock on the door awoke Y/N from their slumber. Throwing the covers off, you trudged to the door, nearly toppling over after fighting with the blankets. The door creaked open, and Jeongin peeked in. His eyes trailed your body, looking at your legs peeking out the shorts.

"Breakfast is downstairs," He whispered. His cheeks had reddened, and his eyes remained on the other's legs.

"I'll be down in a moment," You said while closing the door. You snatched your bag off the floor and onto the bed. You dug through it until you pulled out a comfy outfit. After changing, you opened the door to see Jeongin leaning against the opposite wall.

"I'll escort you to breakfast. Come," Jeongin said, grabbing your hand and dragging you behind him.

When they entered the kitchen, Jeongin sat Y/N down before sitting in the chair between them and Fester. Grandmama brought a pan of food, putting different-sized servings on everyone's plate.

"May I have the salt?" Jeongin asked, staring at Fest. He watched the wrinkly older man pick up the salt shaker before Morticia interrupted them.

"What do we say?"

"Now!" He demanded. Fester handed Jeongin the salt shaker just as Grandmama scooped some food onto his plate.

"This is Mama's Specialit de la maison," Morticia told their guest.

"Tish," Gomez breathed, kissing his wife's hand.

"Start with the eye," Grandmama told Fester before turning to their other guest. She grinned as she told you, "You will like it, Y/N. I know it."

"Y/N, when will you be going back to your parents?" Morticia asked, her eyes remaining on her dotting husband.

"Trying to get rid of me already?" You joked. Morticia's head snapped up, her eyes wide with regret. She froze at the soft smile on your face. You shared a smirk before answering, "My parents are dead. I live on my own."

"An orphan?" Jeongin asked, his eyes trailing Y/N's body before latching onto your lips as you ate a piece of the meal. When you nodded, Jeongin placed his hand in the crook of Y/N's elbow—a soft look passed between them.

"Oh, Fester, did you sleep well?" Morticia asked. Her eyes slowly dragged away from the teens.

"Like the dead," He grinned.

"Really? Who would have thought the Bermuda Triangle could change you so much?" Gomez asked, impressed. "You used to toss and turn all night. We had to chain you to the bedpost."

"It doesn't make sense," Jeongin glared, his grip unconsciously tightening around your elbow.

"The Bermuda Triangle is a strange and mysterious place. You'd be surprised at the things you don't know," Fester responded.

"He certainly would. Jeongin adores the Bermuda Triangle. He studies death at sea. He's hooked." Morticia explained as she smiled at her oldest son.

"Ask me anything," Jeongin glared, slowly removing his hand from your elbow as he turned to his uncle.

Blinking quickly, Fester changed the subject. "Being in my room brings back memories. Remember Camp Custer?"

"For preteen offenders," Gomez laughed with Fester.

"Today, I'd like to wander through the house," Fester said.

"Sorry, old man, no can do. Today, we are going straight to the vault," Gomez told him.

Pugsley carried a stop sign in, and Gomez shushed everyone. They heard a car crash and horns blaring.

"Bravo, Pugsley!" Gomez praised.

You laughed, slumping back in your chair and rubbing your stomach. Looking down at your hand, Jeongin tilted his head before gripping your elbow. His thumb rubbed against the inside of your arm as he glanced over. There was that feeling again.

After breakfast, the children went upstairs to Grandmama's room. Pugsley had dragged you to his guillotine and shown you how it worked. You watched as the young boy cut off a doll's head. Behind the pair, Jeongin watched from next to the electric chair, tinkering with wires.

"Pugsley, sit in the chair." He commanded. The giggling boy turned to his brother with a frown. Jeongin sighed," So, we can play a game."

As Pugsley walked over to the chair, he asked his brother, "Do you think that's Uncle Fester?"

"Father thinks he is. Mother and I are suspicious," Jeongin answered as he strapped Pugsley to the chair. He turned to you with a twisted smile. "Y/N, have you ever killed someone before?"

When you shook your head in response, Jeongin pulled you to him, so you both stood in front of a wall with levers. Jeongin grabbed your hand, placing it on the last lever as he pulled your back against his chest.

"Pull it," He whispered and hummed in contentment when you did as told. "It has to warm up."

"Why?" Y/N asked, turning your head to see the boy behind you.

"So it can kill Pugsley," The other teen replied, gripping your hips to turn you to his giggling brother. Behind them, Morticia paused at the top of the stairs. She smiled at the sight of her oldest son wrapped around another.

She hated to interrupt them.

"Children, what are you doing?" She asked, chuckling when Jeongin stepped away from you in a panic.

"Jeongin wants to electrocute Pugsley," Y/N answered.

"Jeongin, we're late for the charity auction," Morticia scolded.

"But, mother, it's Y/N's first time electrocuting someone," Jeongin retorted, using his hand on your hip to pull you towards him. Morticia shook her head.

"Please?" Pugsley begged.

"Oh, all right," She relented. Morticia watched Jeongin place your hand on the first lever and make you pull it down. Sparks flew as the chair shocked Pugsley. You looked behind you at Jeongin to see him smiling.

With his eyes still on the screaming boy, Jeongin whispered, "What is it?"

"You're pretty," Y/N answered before turning back to Pugsley. Jeongin's smile softened just like his eyes as he looked at you.

After the charity auction, Lurch drove everyone home. Fester sat between Morticia and Gomez with the finger trap on his fingers. The kids sat across from them, with Jeongin in the middle. Pugsley and Y/N had fallen asleep with their heads on Jeongin's shoulders. The older Addams boy had his head leaning on your head, attempting to blink the sleep away.

"How do you get it off?" Fester asked. Gomez stares at his brother in surprise as Morticia helps him out of it.

"There's a trick to it," Morticia said, glaring at Fester with suspicion.

When they got home, Gomez ran to the attic while Morticia brought the kids to Pugsley's room to read them a story. Pugsley curled on her right side while Jeongin sat on her left with his back against the wall. You lay across him, your head on Morticia's arm so you could see the book. Jeongin's arm wrapped around your waist to prevent you from falling.

They all looked up when they heard the train whistle.

"What's that?" Y/N asked.

"Fathers playing with his trains," Pugsley explained, nuzzling his mother's side.

"Oh, dear," Morticia whispered, wrapping her arm around Pugsley, attempting to comfort her son.

"He's using the diesel," Pugsley said as the house shook. Everyone crowded together to avoid a stolen stop sign from toppling onto them.

Upstairs, Gomez sent his train under a bridge.

"The covered bridge," Jeongin said, looking up at the ceiling. His hands fiddled with the belt loop of your pants. The train's whistle blew as it made a sharp turn.

"Dead man's curve," Morticia whispered, looking around the room in panic. A loud crash made everyone turn. A block of knives fell off the bookshelf from the shaking.

Once everything had calmed down, Jeongin looked at his mother. "This is about Uncle Fester, isn't it?"

Morticia hummed before looking at the water tube in Pugsley's room. Fester shot past them, his screams muffled by the water and fish.

The next day, Mrs. Craven checked with Fester. She sat next to you on the bed. Fester stood by his dresser, telling you both about Morticia's confrontation.

"The whole bunch knows I'm a fraud," Fester said. Mrs. Craven scoffed in disagreement.

"He's not lying," You said, fiddling with a lighter. "They're always whispering about it."

"Well, then. I will counsel the troubled family and ease their distress," Mrs. Craven grinned, her teeth crooked and stained with coffee.

"What?" Y/N and Fester look at each other before staring back at the older woman with furrowed brows.

"I'm a doctor," She said, her fake German accent thick.

While Mrs. Craven influenced Gomez and Morticia's suspicions, you and Fester had to convince the children. You found the kids sword-fighting in front of the stairs and led them to the library.

Fester pulled out a book and showed it to the kids with a grin. "I'll show ya' different ways to slaughter someone. What do you say?"

The children 'oohed' before running to sit in front of the couch. Fester trailing behind them with the book.

"Uncle Fester, how do you know so much?" Pugsley asked.

"I've been around. I pick things up," Fester answered, flicking through the book.

"In the Bermuda Triangle?" Jeongin asked, glaring at Fester with suspicion. You had to give the teenager his props. That boy's glare was just as terrifying as his mother's.

"Look, children, a new chapter," Fester said, quickly changing the topic.

"Scabs!" They all whispered in awe.

After finishing the chapter, Fester led everyone outside for an "experiment." Mrs. Craven had just finished meeting with the parents, confident that she had changed their minds. She snooped around Fester's room while waiting for him to return.

A booming sound from outside drew her attention to the window. She watched four heads peek out of a ditch. Fester, Y/N, Jeongin, and Pugsley.

"Those blithering idiots!" Mrs. Craven shouted, watching the group run back into the house.

Not a second later, the door opened, and Fester and Y/N walked in. They were smiling and laughing. The happiest the duo had been in a while.

"Sit down," Mrs. Craven commanded, grabbing their arms and shoving them onto the bed before sitting in front of them. "Everyone will be at the children's play tonight, correct?"

"Yes, I've been working with them. It will be fun," Fester answered, jumping up and down. The things on his dresser shook with the thud of his boots.

"Is that what we're here for? Fun!" Mrs. Craven snapped, slapping Fester across the face before gasping and cradling his face. "See what they've driven me to do? I've raised a hand to my child, my reason for living."

Mrs. Craven glared at you before nodding towards the door. Y/N ran out of the room and through the halls before pausing. The hallways all looked the same. You were lost.

"Are you all right?"

You flinched, looking over at a silhouette in the corner. Slowly stepping from the shadows was Jeongin. With his head tilted to the right, his eyes trained on your chest, rising and falling with your heavy breathing. He hummed before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

Jeongin ignored you, walking in the opposite direction you had gone. Quickly passing Fester's Room and eventually Jeongin's room, they stopped in front of a closed door. The brunet waved his unoccupied hand at the door as if saying 'voila.'

"Your room," He said, carefully releasing your hand before walking to his room.

The kids stood outside Fester's door. Pugsley pressed his ear against it and heard eerie silence. Pugsley knocked again.

"I said I was busy," Fester shouted.

"You said you would help us with the Shakespeare and the pus," Jeongin said, pressing his ear against the door next to Pugsley.

"I changed my mind. Go away," Fester snapped.

The boys frowned before walking away, tugging you with them. Their parents met them at the stairs. Their smiles fall at the frowns on their children's faces.

"What's wrong?" Morticia asked, hands cupping her children's faces. Jeongin carefully pushed her away from him and stomped down the stairs and to the car. Pugsley followed shortly without answering his mother.

Looking away after Pugsley slammed the door, your eyes met the gleaming eyes of Gomez and Morticia.

"Fester promised he'd attend the play, but he said he doesn't feel well," Y/N explained before rushing down the steps and out the door.

People rushed to get good seats or bring their children backstage. Jeongin led you in by your hand, Pugsley holding onto the back of your shirt. Morticia and Gomez follow with their hands on each child so as not to lose them.

A teacher tapped Morticia's arm, and the family paused. Their heads slowly turn to look at the offending hand.

"Mrs. Addams? I'm Jeongin's teacher, Susan Firkins." The woman smiled, displaying her bright teeth.

"Of course, Mrs. Firkins. Jeongin has told us so much about," Morticia hummed, tilting her head at the woman.

"May I see you for a moment?" Mrs. Firkins asked, looking between Jeongin and Morticia.

"This is a time to celebrate the children. We can speak another time." Morticia held your and Jeongin's shoulders to guide you into the next room. Gomez followed behind her with a dopey smile and Pugsley under his arm.

They found Margaret and Tully with a kid dressed in green. Margaret pinched his cheek as she presented him. "Isn't he adorable? I made this myself."

"It's charming," Morticia chimed, smiling softly at the child. "What is he, a lizard?"

"An elf," Margaret snapped, tilting the child's face to her. She knelt, licking a napkin, and wiped his face. "That's much better. You are precious. I could eat you alive."

"No, Margaret, he's too young," Morticia whispered.

Little kids dressed in bright costumes sang and danced on stage. The other parents watched happily while the Addams Family looked drained of entertainment.

Jeongin and Pugsley were backstage, getting ready. The older boy helping Pugsley fix his makeup as they talk about the new additions to their home.

"So we don't like Uncle Fester?" Pugsley asked, humming when Jeongin nodded in agreement. "What about Y/N? I like them, and I don't want them to leave."

"You like them?" Jeongin repeated.

"I'm going to ask them out after the play," Pugsley teased, checking his face in the vanity mirror.

"We still have empty spots. I will gladly bury you in the backyard," Jeongin threatened as he pointed the sword at Pugsley.

"Boys." A voice whispered. They turned and saw Fester standing behind them. He tossed them swords and a fake arm before running off to find a seat.

He sat next to Gomez, who leaned over to whisper, "I knew you couldn't stay away, old man."

The audience applauded as their children finished their performance. The loud cheers woke you from your nap. You panicked, lifting your head from Morticia's shoulder.

Morticia chuckled, and she patted your thigh. "You woke up just in time.

Jeongin and Pugsley's performance was messy. Their swords clashed before Pugsley sliced Jeongin's arm, and thick red paint spurted out of him.

"A hit! A very palpable hit," Pugsley cheered. Jeongin swung his sword and chopped off Pugsley's arm, spewing more blood out and onto the crowd in the front seats.

The audience coughed and gagged, wiping their faces using each other's clothes. Pugsley sliced Jeongin's neck, and he turned to the crowd, spraying them with more paint.

"Oh, proud death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell?" Wednesday recited, dropping his sword and falling to his knees. "Sweet oblivion, open your arms."

He began choking before falling to the floor. The audience sat there stunned while you and the Addams family gave a standing ovation as the boys bowed on stage.

Jeongin and your eyes met. You blew a kiss, and he winked in response. Everything would be fine.

Jeongin lay with his arms crossed over his chest. The door's creaking woke Jeongin. Your head poked around the door, and Jeongin sat up.

"What's wrong?"

"I wanted to congratulate you and stuff. You did amazing," You said, standing next to the bed.

"Thank you," He replied, a glimmer in his eyes. Jeongin's voice lowered, "If you're comfortable, may I test something?"

You nod, watching as he smiles before lifting the covers and tugging you under them. It was surprisingly warm. His arms wrapped around you, and his face tucked against your neck.

"What are we doing?" You ask, and you feel Jeongin's lips curve into a smile. He nuzzles further into you, pulling you closer.

"I'm testing something, and you have to stay until morning. Goodnight," Jeongin whispered, his eyes bleary.

"Night, Jeongin."

Jeongin was confident his mother was right.

The sun shines through Jeongin's window, warming the pair in his bed. You both were awake unbeknownst to the other. Arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled under the covers.

Unfortunately, your empty stomach made its presence known with its growling.

"Let's go," Jeongin sighed, helping you out of the bed and down the stairs for breakfast.

His family sat in the same seats as before, with two empty seats remaining. The chair scraped against the floor as Jeongin pulled your chair closer before letting you sit down.

The family shared laughs and jokes about the play. The door slammed open, and Dr. Pinder-Schloss entered. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were covered in dirt. You and Fester share a panicked look.

"Doctor, you were right. Fester fit right in," Gomez cheered as he patted Fester's arm. He frowned at how tense his brother was.

"Does he really have to go?" Pugsley asked.

"Of course, he does. With his absence comes Y/N's absence. They will not have to look after him anymore, no?" Dr. Pinder-Schloss asked. The glare on her face made it clear it wasn't a question.

Jeongin dropped his fork and gripped your elbow. Sighing softly, Morticia carefully placed her fork down, "We've planned a farewell party with the entire clan invited."

"We're a family again, and we owe it all to you," Dr. Pinder-Schloss," Gomez thanked. They shared pleasantries before having Fester walk her out.

After breakfast, Gomez and Morticia showed everyone the ballroom filled with items covered in white sheets. Fester stepped in after them and gasped in awe.

"Tish? How long has it been since we've waltzed?" Gomez asked, pulling his wife into his arms.

"Hours," Morticia whispered, gazing into her husband's eyes as they began waltzing around the room. The couple danced past Jeongin, and he turned to you, standing beside him.

"Will you attend the party with me?" Jeongin asked.

"Sure," You answered before pausing. "I've never danced before."

Jeongin smiled, holding out his hand for you to take. "Then I'll teach you."

The ballroom was cleaned and decorated, full of dancing couples, including Gomez and Morticia. An orchestra played with a man playing a cobra as a saxophone. A handful of people stood to the side, watching couples dance and waiting their turns.

Jeongin was amongst them, leaning against the wall, looking for you. A tall hunchback figure blocked his view.

"Hey, cousin, great party," He complimented.

"Thank you, Lumpy," Jeongin sighed before peeking around his cousin, and his eyes widened.

Your hair is done with kinks and coils out for everyone to see. A tight black outfit covered your figure, leaving your back and collarbone out. Your makeup was smokey, and your lips looked glossy. You were gorgeous.

Jeongin walked away before his cousin could respond. He held out his hand for yours, kissing the back of it. "Hello, mon cœur."

"You look beautiful. Would you like to dance?" He asked. Your eyes flicker between the dancing couples in panic, and Jeongin frowns. "Remember what I taught you, okay? I'll be with you. Still want to dance?"

You nod, smiling at Jeongin's soft giggle before yelping when he tugs you into his arms by the waist.

"Then let's dance," He grins.

They spun around the dance floor, waltzing between couples and dipping in the middle of the floor before repeating. Slowly lifting you from a dip, Jeongin's hand rubbed the skin of your back.

"Jeongin?" Morticia called.

"Yes, mother?" He replied, leaning your foreheads together.

"Would you run upstairs and check on your uncle, please?"

"Yes, Mother," He repeated, slowly leaning away from you before looping his arm with yours and exiting the ballroom.

Couples are lingering in the hallway and around the stairs. Some wave and speak as you two walk by and up the stairs.

The hallway of bedrooms is quiet, save for the mummers coming from Fester's door, slightly ajar.

Jeongin opened the door, and you both walked inside. The bathroom door, where the muffled voices came from, was open.

"Stop whining. Nobody likes that. It's unattractive," They heard Mrs. Craven say. "You do what you need, and we'll drop Y/N off at the highest bidder."

"Fine, I'll try and reach the vault tonight. Just leave Y/N out of this," Gordon compromised.

"Reach the vault, and I'll leave Y/N with these retched people," Mrs. Craven told him.

"I knew it! You are a fake!" Jeongin shouted, slamming the door open and scaring the two inside the bathroom.

"Come here, little ones." Mrs. Craven smiled, her fake German accent taking over. Jeongin grabbed your arm and ran off.

"Get them!" Mrs. Craven shouted. She yelped when Fester shoved her into the wall to chase after you.

Jeongin pushed into his room before locking the door. He opened a hatch in his room and helped you down before following. Just as he closed the trapdoor, Fester kicked the door in.

"Move quickly," Jeongin ordered. He led you through the tunnels and down a slide where it dropped out the side of the house toward the graveyard.

He brought you to the crypt and hid behind the pillars. He watched you slide to the floor before doing the same.

"I'm not related to Tully. I've never met the man before this week-" You picked at the leaves on the floor next to you. Jeongin's eyes left burns where they trailed your skin. "Dr. Pinder-Schloss's real name is Mrs. Craven. She told me we were breaking in to get something your family stole from her."

Jeongin's silence drew your attention to him, and you frowned. His brows furrowed, and his eyes were glossy with tears.

"You lied to me?" His voice broke.

"What?"

"I thought you liked me. I thought you were genuine, but you're a liar. I let you in, and you lied to me," Jeongin cried as his hand wrapped around your throat. The pressure was hard enough to keep you from moving and sure enough to leave the spot sore.

"No, wait! Everything between us was real! I like you so much. I like being around you. We don't even have to do anything. I just like your presence. You make me feel safe and warm. And-" You rambled, your breaths quick and ragged from the pressure of his hand around your throat. "Just please. Please believe me."

"I forgive you," Jeongin said, releasing your throat and helping you. He sat you on the stone coffin before sitting beside you. "I like being around you too."

You looked at him, and his head turned forward. He shrugged, picking at the eroded stone. "I want to be with you and protect you. I want to be the one you go to when you need comfort or to relax."

"I want to be your safe space." Jeongin frowned in thought before turning to you and grabbing your hands. He leaned his forehead against you. "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you again. Not even me. Don't ever let me grab you like that again."

"Not without your permission, at least," He snickered, eye gleaming with an emotion you couldn't name.

You smiled, cupping his face as he placed his lips on yours. He bit your lip, drawing a groan from you before trailing his lips down your jaw and to your ear.

"Don't leave me, mon cœur," He begged.

"I won't leave," You promised, and he kissed you again.

Tully ran out of the room just as the music started. Mrs. Craven stopped him before he could leave the house.

"Where are you going? There's trouble!" She glared.

Tully waved her off. "On to Plan B."

"But those gremlins-"

"I'm in charge. Give me ten minutes, and I'll be back." Tully assured before running to the neighbor's house.

The music and cheers barely quieted as he left. Tully could only imagine how annoyed the Judge was at the disruption to his sleep.

"What the hell is going on over there?" The Judge demanded.

How would you like to be rid of the Addamses for good?" Tully grinned. The Judge raised a brow of disbelief. "I'm serious."

"What can I do for you?" The Judge asked.

"You're gonna love this."

By the time Tully returned, everything was ending. Margaret left with one of the Addams' cousins while Fester spoke with Mrs. Craven. Morticia and Gomez remained in the ballroom, standing over a tray that had Pugsley curled on top of it.

"Look at him, Gomez. He looks like a little entree," Morticia sighed as she carefully rubbed her son's cheek. The boy huffed and stretched his legs as he sat up.

"Have you seen (Y/N) and your brother?" Gomez asked, running his fingers through his son's hair. He smiled as the boy leaned against his touch.

"Not since before the Mamushka," Pugsley answered.

The couple looked at each other in panic before heading to the backyard with Pugsley, Lurch, and Grandmama following. Gomez opened a map of their property and pointed at different spots for everyone to go to.

"Someone should stay behind in case they come back!" Fester yelled from his window.

"Good man with good thinking," Gomez praised before everyone split and searched for the missing teenagers.

Lurch searched the driveway and the front yard while Pugsley searched the trees surrounding the home. Grandmama and Morticia searched a nearby cave with Thing hopping around in the swamp.

Gordon checked the graveyard before entering the crypt. He smiled, finding you and Jeongin curled together on the stone coffin. He turned at the sound of footsteps and found Lurch walking towards him.

"Grab Y/N, will you," Gordon ordered as he carefully picked up his son and carried him out of the crypt, Lurch following behind with you in his arms.

The family met up in the driveway, where the gate was locked with police tape.

"This is a restraining order," Tully announced, his face contorted in an ugly grin. "It requires you to keep a distance of 1,000 yards away from this house."

"I am restrained from my own house?" Gomez asked, putting Jeongin, who woke from the noise, back down.

"This isn't your house, mustache. It belongs to the oldest living descendant, the elder brother. Fester Addams," Tully explained, his eyes wide with malicious joy. "You're bitter rivals, Gomez. Seeing the twins brought everything back."

His head tilted, eyes bouncing between each member before stopping on you, still held in Lurch's arms. Tully groaned, "I'll be taking Y/N back to the lady now. Hand them over."

Lurch stepped back as the rest of the family blocked Tully from reaching them. Tully huffed, waving them off and walking back to the house.

Morticia stepped forward, her brows raised in confusion. "Why would he bring Y/N to Dr. Pinder-Schloss?"

"Dr. Pinder-Schloss isn't a real doctor. She's a crook trying to steal our family fortune and roped Y/N into helping them," Jeongin explained, covering you with his jacket.

Gomez frowned, "Y/N lied to us."

"They tricked us!" Pugsley shouted, throwing his arms up.

"Deceived us," Morticia said.

"I knew I liked them," Grandmama chuckled as the family smiled at the sleeping teenager in his arms.

"Justice shall prevail, and the courts will decide," Gomez hummed, nodding his head before turning back to the house with a grin. "They say a man who represents himself has a fool for a client. With God as my witness, I am that fool!"

"Therefore, it is with no small amount of personal satisfaction that I declare Fester Addams the legal executor of the Addams estate and rightful owner of all possessions and properties contained therein with one exception," The Judge announced, his barely contained grin took over his face as he picked up a bucket of golf balls.

"Gomez Addams, I believe these are yours.-" He poured the golf balls onto the stand before standing from his seat. "- Y/N is denied emancipation and subjugated under the custody of Abigail Craven."

The family returned home with their heads down and feet dragging across the gravel. You watched from your place between Ms. Craven and Fester as they brought their bags to the car.

Jeongin walked by with a suitcase in one hand and a locked box in the other. He stopped before you, placing the box in your arms before yanking you into his arms for a hug.

"I'll get you out of here," He promised, kissing your cheek before rushing out the door.

"I'll hold you to it," You whispered as you watched the family drive away, leaving a crying gate and a broken heart behind.

The Addams Family sat in a dingy hotel room, Gomez slumped over in his seat with Thing rubbing his head.

"We've been forced from our homes, betrayed by those we trusted, and one of us is being held captive, but we will not submit," Morticia ordered, nodding her head at the group sitting around the table.

"Who recalls the old fable of the tortoise and the hare? The swift yet lazy cottontail and his slow but determined companion. What does the story teach us?"

"Kill the hare! We'll skin it and boil it!" Grandmama grinned.

"Put the tortoise on the highway," Jeongin suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

"During rush hour," Pugsley laughed, throwing his head back.

"Yes. Poison us. Strangle us. Break our bones. We will come back for more. Why?"

"Because we like it," Grandmama said, wiggling in her seat.

"Because we're down an Addams," Pugsley corrected. Everyone quiets when reminded of you, still trapped with Mrs. Craven.

Mrs. Craven and Gordon sat at the table of the Addams home, eating lunch. You remained in your room fiddling with the boxy Jeongin gave you.

"After lunch, we'll try to open the vault again," Mrs. Craven announced, scooping a forkful of noodles into her mouth. "We have this cozy little nest while we wait."

"Yes, mother," Fester mumbled as he played with his food.

Mrs. Craven frowned at him before smiling in an attempt to assure him. "Y/N will come around. They'll realize we did this for the better of us."

"Yes, Mother," Fester repeated and Mrs. Craven frowned again.

You remained in your room, fiddling with the locked box. You had searched Jeongin's old room and Pugsley's for the key but came up empty. You even used one of Mrs. Craven's hairpins in the slot, but the lock broke it.

The door opened, and Tully walked in with a bowl of noodles and sauce. He placed them on the table beside her, doing a double take at the box in her arms before walking back out.

She could see Fester peaking at her from over Tully's shoulder just before the door closed again.

"Make things right, Fester," You whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

Shortly after sunset, someone knocked on the door and Tully rushed to open it. Morticia greeted him before stepping past him and into the house for Fester. Instead, she was strapped to a torture table.

"All right, Gordon, let's get started," Mrs. Craven ordered, ignoring Morticia's rambling. None of them noticed Thing hopping onto the windowsill.

"The vault, Mrs. Addams, any thoughts?" Mrs. Craven asked.

"None whatsoever," Morticia grinned.

"Tully, take over," Mrs. Craven demanded, shoving Tully toward the control panel of the torture device. He turned it, forcing the handles to pull at Morticia and stretch her out.

"Again."

Tully tightened it, both he and Gordon flinching when Morticia groaned.

"You've done this before," She smiled, breathless. Thing hopped from the windowsill and ran off.

Thing arrived at the hotel and knocked until Fester let him in. They sat at the table with the hand rapidly signing to Gomez.

"Will you slow down? It's terrible when you stutter!" Gomez shouted. Thing slammed on the table before grabbing a pen and trying to write. He chucked the pen to the side. The pen had no ink.

He grabbed a spoon and tapped his message in Morse code. Gomez stood, his chair falling back, with determination.

"Is mother in trouble?" Jeongin asked, rubbing his eyes as he walked over.

"Yes, and I'm going to save her," Gomez answered before walking to the door. He stopped at the footsteps following him. "It's too dangerous, son."

"Y/N is still trapped in that house with them. I promised I would get them out." Jeongin glared at his father before walking past him and out the door.

"Ah, young love," Gomez sighed before following his son.

"Is this gonna smell?" Tully complained, watching Mrs. Craven stick a fire poker in the lit fireplace.

"Tully Alford. A charlatan, a deadbeat, and a parasite. Gomez adored you," Morticia said.

"Morticia, please," Fester begged.

"Dear Fester, which is the real you? The loathsome, underhanded monster you've become? Or the loathsome, underhanded monster we came to love?" Morticia asked, turning her nose up at Fester. He huffed, waving his arms in panic.

Though your socks quieted your footsteps, Mrs. Craven still heard you and shoved you into a chair. Helping Tully tie you down, Mrs. Craven interrupted Fester from speaking.

"Gordon, I have a thought, just a notion. Why don't you do this?" Mrs. Craven shoved the handle of the red-hot fire poker into Fester's hands.

"Maybe a few pokes with that will get Mrs. Addams talking," Mrs. Craven grinned, gesturing for Fester to burn you with the tool.

"No, wait!" Morticia shouted, tugging at her binds as her eyes snapped to you. She watched, helplessly, as you tried to wiggle away from Mrs. Craven.

Just as Fester went to hit Mrs. Craven with the pokey, Gomez crashed through the window and into the room. Jeongin climbed in after his father and spotted you, tied to a chair in the corner. He rushed to you as Thing tossed Gomez a sword.

Before Gomez could move, Tully swung his sword at him. The two of them began sword fighting while Jeongin helped remove your gag.

"Are you hurt, mon cœur?" He asked, tugging at the rope tied around your ankles. He smiled as you nodded in response before pressing a long kiss to your lips.

Gomez swiped the sword out of Tully's hand and held both of them to his neck. Jeongin finished untying you before helping you up.

A gun clicking forced everyone's attention to the side, and Mrs. Craving pointed it at Gomez. "Let him up."

Gomez slowly removed the swords from Tully's neck as Mrs. Craven ordered, "Take him to the vault. If you're not back in one hour, I displace her."

She pointed the gun at Morticia, who was still tied to the torture table. Gomez grumbled as he walked over to the bookshelf, and Fester huffed.

"Mother, you can't!"

"Shut it, Gordon. You're nothing but a useless sniveling baby! I should have left you where I found you!" Mrs. Craven yelled, and Fester's face soured before turning to Gomez.

"No tricks, Gomez! That's the wrong book." Fester grinned as he picked up a book titled Hurricane Irene. While Fester turned to Mrs. Craven and Tully, Gomez untied his wife.

"Put that book down, Gordon. You don't understand what it can do. It's not just literature," Tully warned. Gordon opened and closed the book. A small, powerful gust of wind knocked the gun from Mrs. Craven's hand.

"You keep that book closed, Gordon. Listen to Mother," Mrs. Craven ordered as she stepped back. Gomez guided you, Morticia, and Jeongin to the bookshelf before helping everyone into the vault.

"You were a terrible mother! I said it!" Gomez cheered before opening the book.

The wind blew through the room, bringing rain and lightning. The hurricane pulled the remaining three into the hair and around the room, the book flying out of Fester's hands.

Tully and Mrs. Craven were thrown out the window just as Fester grabbed the book. Lightning struck him in the head before he closed the book, and he collapsed.

Tully and Mrs. Craven landed in open coffins, tombstones with their names before them.

Pugsley slammed the lids before grabbing a shovel to start burying them. Next to him was Jeongin with his arms around you.

"I'm sure they've learned their lesson," He grinned, tightening his grip around you.

SEVERAL MONTH LATER

Gomez and Morticia were decorating the last room for Halloween. The boys raced down the stairs with Pugsley beating Jeongin. The youngest wore a dark grey oversized coat hanging off him with his hair tucked into a wig cap, courtesy of you.

"Hello, old man," Gomez joked as he patted his son's bald head. Pugsley was dressed as Fester. You and Jeongin walked up, you in a vampire costume and Jeongin without one.

"Trick or treat," Margaret cheered, dressed as a fairy. Cousin It followed her with his long hair covering his face and sweeping the floor behind him, dressed as a cowboy.

"Hello, you two. I almost didn't recognize you," Morticia greeted.

"Isn't he handsome? Everyone keeps asking where he bought his costume."

"it is a wonderful hat," Gomez complimented.

"Where's your costume?" Margaret asked Jeongin.

He looked down at his outfit before raising a brow at her. "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else."

Margaret nodded before Morticia guided everyone to the living room. Lurch painted a portrait of Fester and Pugsley while Jeongin helped you carve a pumpkin.

"Good thing that lightning knocked some sense into you," Grandmama grinned as Pugsley handed Fester a lightbulb. It asked something in gibberish.

"Dr. Pinder-Schloss really did find Fester tangled in a tuna net 25 years ago," Gomez nodded. "With amnesia."

"From the Bermuda Triangle, like I said," Jeongin huffed. It spoke again.

"Very true. Stranger things have happened," Morticia repeated.

After Lurch finished the portrait, Fester shouted, "Time for a game! We'll play Wake the Dead!"

"A lovely choice, old man," Gomez exclaimed. "Out to the cemetery, everyone!"

"How do we play?" Margaret asked, helping Grandmama outside.

"Did you bring a shovel?"

Pugsley ran into your side, wrapping his arms around you in a hug as he looked up at you. "Can you be on my team, Y/N?"

"No," Jeongin answered as he shoved Pugsley off you before pulling you to the cemetery. After getting off the floor, Pugsley ran after you with Fester following.

Gomez and Morticia stood in the doorway watching everyone dig out graves. After a moment, Morticia held up a baby onesie she was knitting in the living.

"Cara mia, is it true?" Gomez asked.

"Oui, mon amour," She whispered, and Gomez dipped her into a kiss.

You and Jeongin were sitting on a stone bench away from the group. The same box from before, now unlocked and in your hands. Jeongin watched you open it before gasping.

A ring.

"It's a promise ring. A promise to never leave each other," Jeongin said, a glint in his eyes as he slid the ring on your finger. "I love you, mon cœur."

He grabbed your chin, smiling as you whispered a response before pulling you into a kiss.

"I love you too, my dearest."

©️DEANAMEANTAE2024

[fraux140]

Some König Headcanons and Hottakes

So I want to preface this by saying no hate to anyone. These are just some opinions that I think some people might disagree with which is totally fine. This is also a little bit of me pointing out some of his flaws. I love him though.

He is not a shy little uwu boy who would have a panic attack if a cutie looked at him a certain way. If he was so prone to panic attacks and his anxiety was that crippling then he wouldn't have been in the special forces and he wouldn't be in a PMC - which are highly selective.

Personally I don't fully believe that he was a colonel. The only hint we have gotten of that is a one of the 'Bad Brothers' loading screens which just says 'Colonel König' with no more context. Colonels aren't really active on the battle field and it is very unlikely you would see one in action. Officers ranked that highly are seen as too valuable to be 'wasted' in infantry combat.

Continuing from my last point, even a lot of majors and Lt Colonels aren't battle prone. Considering he would have had to have passed through those ranks to become a colonel means that he would have spent a lot of time behind a desk and commanding teams such as platoons and battalions. We don't know enough about him to say that he isn't a good leader, after all he is simply an operator with a few paragraphs of text as a background. However, his voice lines and little text we do get about him tells us he is not one to enjoy standing by and having others fight on his command. He would MUCH rather be in the brawl.

And I know that Alejandro is a colonel and very active duty, however we can assume that this is largely due to his ambition and personal attachment to his home, which he wants to protect from the cartel. I'm not saying a colonel doesn't fight, but it is exceedingly rare.

My last anti-colonel theory point - why would a colonel wear such DIY gear? I just want to say if you hc him as a colonel that is absolutely FINE, those are just reasons as to why I don't :/

Moving on, I believe him to be a sore loser. For example, he was deemed unfit to be a sniper, and so he wears a sniper hood and has that voiceline "And they said I couldn't be a sniper". Dress for the job you want, not the job you have ig?

I believe he wants to prove people wrong. Getting rejected as a sniper wounded his ego so A LOT. I hc him to be between 32-37 and if he joined jagkdo/KSK (old bio said he was German and in the KSK, newer ones said Austrian and JagKdo, now there's no mention of sf so idk??) while he was younger, say around 23-26, he's had a lot of time for that wound to heal and yet it hasn't. This man holds hella grudges.

Because of this, I think that a fear of failure might also contribute to his anxiety. If he was asked about being scared to fail he'd smirk and say there was no way. But deep down in his core it eats away at him.

This might also bleed into his social life. He's fearful of relationships and remains single for a long time. He'd rather not ask you out instead of having you reject him for trying. He'd have to REALLY like somebody and also have some reassurance or signs that they liked him out.

Cannot accept accountability for simple mistakes. He knocked your coffee mug over? You shouldn't have left it there. Hit you a little too hard in training? You should be stronger. You should have dodged it. Not his fault you're not as good as him.

Is a show off. If he is obviously better at something then you'll never hear the end of it. Better driver? Better fighter. Yeah, he's bragging about it. Again, his fear of not being good enough rears its ugly head. He deflects it on to those who are weaker - they could never be him.

Damn this was a list of negatives, but I love him in spite of all of his flaws. What kind of list should I make next? I should probably do one with some positive traits lmao.

Anyway, I don't mind at all if anyone disagrees with these this is just how I see him. Maybe one day I'll write a fic where he acknowledges his demons and starts to heal.

[eebibly]

I don’t reaaaally like the stardresses

But not for the same reason I’ve seen others dislike them? The biggest argument I see against Lucy’s stardresses is that it’s too much like Erza’s requip. I don’t disagree with that specifically. The thing is, in a roundabout way, I would argue that the issue with Lucy’s dresses is actually more of a reflection of the issue with Erza’s power (which I may or may not make a post about). What I mean is, if Erza’s magic was better developed, Lucy’s magic would seem more original.

Much like almost every other magic in this lazy-ass written universe, I don’t like the ‘rules’ (or lack thereof) for summoning them. The power scaling in FT is infamously terrible, so I’m basically preaching to the choir, but brain rot takes over my typey fingees sometimes.

So I’ve been reading the manga because the anime recently upset me, therefore I’d now rather quickly read through FT: 100YQ than invest a lot of emotional energy in an adaptation that really slows the pacing of its printed counterpart. That being said:

Part 1: Aquarius

First of all, I don’t agree with the fact that Lucy can still use Aquarius’s stardress. I understand that it was gifted to her by the Celestial King during Tartaros, but that only should have lasted as long as that war. I think it undermines Aquarius’s sacrifice and I also believe it would have benefited Lucy and her goals as a character for 100YQ. Giving Lucy Aquarius’s stardress could have represented the end of an era but the start of a new one. And it does, ostensibly. Aquarius is basically Lucy’s first spirit, someone who has both a strong connection with Lucy and with her mother. It’s a difficult bond to break, but a testament to Lucy letting go of a piece of her past to protect her present bonds. As a reward for such a sacrifice, the Celestial King gives her one last chance to fight for her future with an old friend’s power. It’s a beautiful moment that acts as closure for Aquarius’s “loss”, but also a hint at the new possibilities for Lucy’s new abilities. And that’s all it needed to be.

However, despite the fact that her contract with Aquarius is, for that time being, null and void, Lucy now overuses ‘Aqua Metria’ at every turn instead of bothering to actually summon the spirits with whom she currently has contracts (and seriously, is there no reason she can’t use Regulus Impact? I feel like it accomplishes the same… impact). This paragraph is just me venting, I find it quite annoying… Not to mention that not having the dress until she gets the key back could be something else to look forward to! Also Aquarius’s dress is probably my least favourite… so boring and just another excuse for Mashima to draw as little clothes on Lucy as often as possible.

Part 2: Borrowed power

Or at least, I feel that her stardresses should be considered borrowing a part of her spirits’ powers. Celestial magic is unique in that the wizard doesn’t just need to understand the mechanics of it, or how the magic flows within oneself. It also requires an extra level of bond and trust for it to function at its fullest. It’s actually a really beautiful power, one that I really admire. Which is why I’m so sad that it’s so misrepresented by its own creator. This is my opinion, but considering that summoning spirits is the main facet of her magic, I strongly feel that summoning a stardress should cost more power than opening a gate as well as be less powerful than the spirit whose dress it belongs to. That way, it’s still more worth it to summon the spirit, but is also a testament to the wizard’s magic power and their bond with their spirit since they are willing to expend even more power just to be able to fight alongside them. Not only that, but it feels to me like the dresses should be the spirits sharing their power with Lucy. However, it feels more like Lucy is summoning an entirely different entity that scales purely on her own magic power. Doesn’t that make her spirits obsolete? She barely ever summons them anymore because it seems that choosing to summon a stardress and skipping the spirit is not only more cost effective, but also makes her combat more efficient. If she fights better by herself than with her spirits, why even have spirits?

Considering how poorly written the spirits are, I’d almost argue that the stardresses, and only the stardresses, should’ve been Lucy’s power from the start. If you can’t do it right, then don’t do it at all.

On that topic:

Part 3: Is he bored of them?

I’m genuinely wondering if Mashima grew tired of his own concept. And by that I mean, the spirits specifically. Because he clearly loves the moral behind them. You love and respect them even if they’re not human. A moral developed really well, at least as far as I’ve seen in the anime, in Edens Zero. I won’t spoil it because this is a post about Fairy Tail, but I really like how that moral is done in that story. But he made 2 major mistakes in Fairy Tail. 1) Celestial wizards are rare. How can you fight for a cause if there is no cause to fight for? He tries to make up for this by Lucy starting to connect with other characters in the way the other protagonists just can’t, like Eclair from Phoenix Priestess and Athena from 100YQ. Great, point for Lucy’s character, really well done. Why can’t she extend that to her spirits on-screen? 2) he seems to have decided that because the spirits aren’t human, they must be one-note?? And only one spirit can have depth at a time. When he needed Aquarius to matter, Loke devolved into the thats-my-wife-guy. Meanwhile Aquarius evolved from raging PMS b*tch to ‘well maybe I do love Lucy after all -3-’.

He has written so so so many characters into his canon, but the celestial spirits, nooo that’s too much to keep track of. Despite how much he hammers home that they matter as much as everybody else. Worst of all, most of the time that they’re summoned, Lucy just seems annoyed or disturbed. So which is it???

Part 4: Help

I wish I could let go, someone help.

If you got this far, thanks for reading ✌️

[paigegonerogue]

My Top 5 Shots in Every Episode of TLOU

Episode 1

TW: Guns, creepy imagery

Quick disclaimer that I was not able to find two scenes I wanted for shots in this list. I couldn’t find unedited versions of the scene with the infected child, or Ellie’s introduction, however their are plenty of other amazing shots in this list without them!

Number #5

The Last of Us quite often has very shallow depth of field. That means shots in which the background is out of focus (blurry). It works well for a lot of things, like making really pretty shots or drawing attention to certain things, but in this case it uses it for suspense. Ms. Adler twitching in the background is absolute nightmare fuel, and the way that it was played, with the camera focused on an unaware Sarah the whole time, was so incredibly well done and scary that this shot became one of my favorites of the episode.

Number #4

This one is great on a lot of levels. Not only is it pretty, with the out of focus fire lighting half of Sarah’s face (making the shot prettier with shallow depth of field), but the color scheme absolutely rocks too. But I think my favorite thing about this shot is the emotion it portrays without saying a word. Props to Nico Parker, because the tone of the visuals and her devastated expression really show the toll the apocalypse is taking on Sarah.

Number #3

This shot is a masterclass in “show don’t tell”. With just this image, we instantly know exactly what type of place our protagonists are living in. Dirty streets, snipers on roofs, lack of freedom or happiness. Somehow this one shots delivers paragraphs of exposition, and does it so well and good-looking that it’s not only bearable, but excellent.

Number #2

Another example of how well this show uses depth of field, this shot works on so many levels, and also just looks absolutely awesome. The contrasting colors of the oranges and browns of the set vs. the blues and grays of the screen is so striking, and I have just always been an absolute sucker for shots of shots, and this is one of the best executed ones I’ve ever seen.

Before I reveal my #1, here are some honorable mentions…

This shot is simply fantastic. The explosion, the people, the view through the car window, it all just works absolutely so well.

Another excellent example of visual world building, showing the tanks driving through the streets. The ultra-high camera angle also looks fantastic, and the way they used the rooftops and textures is just incredible.

Two really gorgeous, well-lit shots of Sarah.

Just like the entire show, this is a really well lite scene, and the way it uses depth of field is so well-done and pretty. Also the high 3/4 angle is fantastic, and don’t even get me started on the eery, creepy tentacles.

Number #1

This is just an I incredible shot all around. The side profiles and rim-lighting for Joel and Sarah, the out of focus explosion centered in the background. It’s so well executed, and you can feel the emotion, the fear, coming through the screen. Bravo!

Tune in for ep 2 tmrw!

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello my Tumblr Peeps😁 There's this fanfic idea I have been thinking about pertaining Shidou Ryusei for a while and it's gonna involve smut obviously, however those who would like for me to see this part come to play, this smut fanfic will exclusive to readers of any (and all) genders, those who are his fans, and who enjoy smut, and the most obvious 1 (due to the smut genre) +18☠️⚽

*This fanfic contains pronoun(s) in 1 or more paragraphs😅

☠️⚽Unexpectedly Alone In The Locker With Shidou Ryusei⚽☠️(Shidou Ryusei x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Smut (in the locker room) and Enemies To Lovers(?) (Warning +18⚠️: Oral (character receiving), Deep Throating, Cum Eating, Language, Hair Gripping)

You never got along with Shidou Ryusei for a good reason. Eversince a close friend of yours told you that someone named Shidou Ryusei, the guy with blonde hair (with pink tips at the ends (more pink on the bangs)) saw him holding his note before your friend mentioned the Ryusei threatened your friend a career ending injury, if (male friend name) was to ever come to the Blue Lock program, you're already fueled with hatred for Ryusei and you even decided to get at Ryusei as much as possible, despite of not meeting him yet. You even offered to take your friends place in the Blue Lock program, which your friend was hesitant at first, for some reason, then agreed to let you take his place.

Before you went inside the Blue Lock program, you madesure to change your appearance, just enough to look the part and not get yourself kicked cked out of the Blue Lock program, just incase if a reason was found for you to not be able to be in the Blue Lock program. In the matter of months, you've became one of the best football (which some people call soccer) players in the Blue Lock program. There was just the catch...

You ended up being assigned in the team called PXG (aka, Paris X Gen), which you unfortunately became a teammate of non other than, Shidou Ryusei. Upon meeting Shidou, he went up to you and cooed, "Hey! Welcome to the team! The name's, Shidou Ryusei! I heard you became one of the top players in the Blue Lock program in recent months! I sure hope you can live up to your reputation, because I think we'll get along great! You must be (the friend's name that you went by)... Or is that the name you go by...", which you started to get nervous and thought you would get in trouble, until he smiled, as he continued, "Don't worry, friend... I won't tell anyone that you go by that name... I'm sure there are reasons for that, especially if you're not keen on your birth name for whatever reason...", which made you sigh with relief. You're glad you can still find ways to get at him.

Ryusei then started to say stuff about your close friend, as he explained, "There was this one kid I went to school with that I had to keep in line... I've seen this note for the Blue Lock program, then he seemed to happily brag about going there to be the best striker! Damn he was annoying! Not just that... There's other personal reasons why! That fucker had it coming! He just got on my nerves! I will talk more about it some other time! I'm just glad you came in the program instead of him! You never talked like him!", before heading to the PXG locker room. So it seems like lucky for you, Ryusei didn't caught on to your friends' full name, if any of of your friend's name.

Just the thoughts of what Ryusei said made you more furious, however you knew you had to keep your composure. After you can't let him know that you're using your friend's name. You rather focus on getting your revenge on Shidou Ryusei, because you felt nothing he says will change your mind about him.

As time went by, you decide to take Ryusei's food (most of the time his favorite food yukhoe) out of his locker and eat it up, while putting other types of food in his locker, considering you're usually, the last person who enters the locker room and the last to leave the locker room (up to reader's imagination on who the reader managed to be able to take Shidou's food out of his locker before the reader puts other kinds of food in his locker). Food would fall out of his locker everytime he opens his locker up to try to find his food, after you do this to him and you haven't got caught... Yet... One day, after you scored the last goal of the football (which some people call soccer), Shidou knew you're the new person he would want to play soccer with forever, however you did decline to go inside the locker room with him and even though he's skeptical about going inside the locker room without you, he was cool about it and went inside the locker room without you.

You waited, as long as you usually do before you went inside the PXG locker room. You then decided to open both your locker and Ryusei's locker very quickly, as you then took his lunch out and take the bean sprouts out of your locker. While putting the whole bag of bean sprouts in his locker you heard a voice growling, "As funny, as you think you are, I don't like bean sprouts!", which made you very frightened.

As you turned to look, you've noticed Shidou Ryusei, with a smirk on his face as he said, "I knew something was up with you, but I should have known you were taking my food, while putting the other food inside of my locker... It was a little amusing... I just don't like my food being stolen and traded with other food you know... You're very naughty! You know that?! Now tell me your real name, (prince/princess)!". You gulped, as you became unsure what to do, as you began to notice his hard on be, as he exclaimed, "Do you realize you've been making me hard, everytime and every second I even seen your face or even a glance of you! Then, from how I noticed the way you've been playing, scoring goals, and finding out you're the one who's been fucken pranking me, my aching cock couldn't take it anymore! I knew something was suspicious about you, by the way! I knew (the friend's name that you went by) isn't your name! I get it now! That person I was telling you about, you must have been close friends with! It makes, so much sense now!". Once you realized he's on to you atleast about you using your close friend's name, you began to have fear of Ryusei getting you in huge trouble, getting you kicked out of the PXG, being banned from playing football (which some people call soccer), and possibly end up having some jail time.

"No worries! I won't tell on you! So, I might tell you what really happened to your "so called", close friend and I, since you only heard his side of the story...", Ryusei assured before he continued, "But there's a catch! I would like to see, if how well your mouth can handle my cock! While I'm not forcing you to do so by any means... You just would never hear my side of the story, if you decide not to enjoy my cock... It's clearly up to you... I can easily tell that you think I'm hot! I felt the same way about you! By the way I will let you make the choice, if you want to make the decision or not! Nothing is stopping you right now! What choice will you make gorgeous?". You really hated to say it, however he's right about you and you know you wanted to suck on his cock just from seeing his hard on... While you want to pretend not to want his cock and decline the offer, however you agreed to sucking on his cock, so you can hear his side of the story to see, if it doesn't add up.

Shidou smiled, as he pulled his dick out of his pants, as he cheered, "I didn't think you would take my offer! I hope you won't regret this! By the way, before I let you have my cock, would you like to tell me your name?". You walked closer to him, proceeding to get on your knees as you answered, "My name's actually, (Any Gender Reader Name)...", then continued, "I was also hoping you won't regret this, as well...", before you started sucking on his hard dick. While you did felt a little guilt with giving your heart to an enemy of your close friend, however you knew you wanted him, and you know that there's more to Ryusei than his his looks and his dick.

While Ryusei knew he would get his enjoyment out of you sucking on his hard dick, he's surprised you're even willing to deep throat his cock, as he groaned, "I'm glad you're taking my cock well... Fuck! I just didn't think you would take it this far, my monarch... Fuck!", before having his hand moved to your head, as he will pet your head, then starts gripping your hair. For some reason he knew he wasn't going to regret you sucking on his cock and you're definitely not regretting taking care of him either. The way you're drooling on his cock while you're deep throating, it was definitely an amazing experience for the both of you.

As you continued to deep throat his dick, Ryusei praised, "You did so amazing with sucking on my cock, (handsome/beautiful)! Keep this up, I might cum inside of your mouth and your throat! What an explosion that would be, if I was to cum, right now!", in a moaning sensation from feeling drunk from you having his cock deep inside of his throat. Minutes later he actually did end up emptying his cum inside of your throat, then your mouth, as he was slowly pulling his freshly satisfied cock out of your mouth, eventually having the tip of his dick touching your bottom lip.

Once Ryusei put his cock back in, you snuggled with him on the bench. "Hey Shidou... Could I get your side of the story of what really happened between you and (friend name)? I really wanted to see, if anything adds up... And you seem nicer to me, than you are him, if I'm honest about it...", you mentioned, as you ended up reminding him. He replied, "Ofcourse I will, hun... Thanks for reminding me... Anyways what happened was, I saw this guy reading a note that was actually for you and he decided to use white out and was about to forge his name! He even seemingly bragged that he's going to be the best striker in the entire universe and claimed that you won't make it with any career! When he mentioned you're name I fucken flipped! I fucken told him, if I ever found out he's in the Blue Lock program no matter which team he was on, I will make him wish he never white out your name nor ever think of forging his name in it! I also knew you looked familiar, too. You're so good at the sports you were doing and I think he was either jealous of you for how amazing you did or worried about me taking you away from him for how bad he wanted you all to himself!"

After hearing what Ryusei had to say you began to realize why this "close friend" of yours isn't really your friend after all, as you began to feel bad for taking his food out of his locker while putting other kinds of food in his locker and deciding to get revenge on him not knowing his side of the story. "Hey, Ryusei... I'm sorry for what I have been doing to you... I should have asked you for your side of the story before I tried getting revenge on you, especially pertaining stealing food from your locker and putting other food in your locker... Even if it was a prank... I should have known why he was hesitant in letting go to the Blue Lock program now...", you apologized. "No need to apologize, babe... I would have understood even if you wouldn't have apologized... Besides, you don't seem as malice as you think you are... This "friend" of yours on the other hand... You should be more careful... Appearances can be deceiving and there's a reason why he was withholding information from you...", he replied before giving your forehead kisses.

Ryusei then continued, "By the way... What you were stealing wasn't my lunch... What you took out was just bait to see who was playing lunch trade with me... Look deeper inside my locker and you'll see my lunch I was going to actually share with you with a special note, before this amazing and crazy adventure in the locker room...". You then got off the bench and did what he was told, as you noticed a clear bento box with the lunch he was going to share with you, with a note on it. You then started reading the note, as you began reading what he wrote, as the note said...

"My Dear Monarch,

Thanks for showing off your moves during our games together and I can see why you were one of the best ones in Blue Lock program! You've impressed me with your explosions every game! I think you're cool! Your explosions made me want to play with you, as a striker more than I do with anyone else now! You look familiar, btw. Anyways I really liked you alot! So, if you want, we could possibly go out on a date sometime. If not we could be just friends, too! Could I also have your cellphone number or possibly the names of any social media accounts that you might have?

Sincerely, your teammate,

Shidou Ryusei"

You were surprised about everything Ryusei has written in that note of his, as you admitted, "Well, Shidou... Since I was willing to suck on your cock until your empty... I'm glad we ended up doing this before you letted me know about the note... Infact I'm actually glad you told me the truth what really happened between you and the not so close friend... So a date it is and I will exchange numbers and see about exchanging social media names with eachother then...", as you smiled at him. He was so surprised from how you answered him, he was really happy about it and he really thanked you for everything that happened with him today. If he's being more honest, he actually enjoyed your company before he had ever got to meet you. This is how excited he has became.

⚽☠️The End☠️⚽

I do hope you enjoyed this smut fanfic with, Shidou Ryusei in it☠️⚽😁👍I do apologize, if there's any grammar issues and also for not doing as much smut stuff, as I usually do, since with the smut part I figured this is 1 of the smut fanfics that will unusually be for any gender reader, as I mentioned in the intro part of this fanfic, so I'm new with writing smut that is for any and all genders😅I still hope this would be fine with just what I did with the smut parts of this fanfic😃👍I also wanted to write something similar as I did about Ryusei for a long time and I'm really excited to write this fanfic about him😁👍While there are things I did with this fanfic that are last minute, I decided to a few different things with this fanfic and I hope I got creative enough to be able to say so, especially the note part of this fanfic😅☠️⚽😎👍As for the monarch nickname, I just have my reasons to write that part😃👍I really had fun writing this fanfic about Ryusei and I was super excited to write it☠️⚽😁👍

[hotchfiles]

second. damn your love.

pairing: james x fem!reader.

content warnings: james being kind of an ass, cheating on lily, lily will be probably shit talked (i luv her i'm very sorry !), mistress!reader, uhhh cursing, not totally AU but like... canon divergent i would say. probably hurt/no comfort unless i switch the ending but--

worth mentioning: reader insert with no use of names or “y/n”. paragraphs completely in italic are flashbacks. pro quidditch player!james. muggle born!reader.

word count: 2,2k

chapter 2

      For some reason unknown to you, it hadn't taken James as long as usual to give you any sign that he still remembered your existence after being with you. Surprisingly, on the same day after dropping you off at home and rushing to be with his girlfriend, he sent you a message through his patronus (much too recklessly as you lived in a majorly muggle neighbourhood), apologizing for what had happened.

      Normally, you would believe his words, and then become disappointed. However, after what happened, you didn't believe anything he said, you knew he wasn't sorry and you knew you probably wouldn't be seeing him for a while.

      All you felt like doing was laying down, still feeling completely shaken, disappointed, angry... Betrayed, and it took you a while to stop crying, you couldn't believe how easy it was to manipulate you, two days together and you actually started to think things were changing.

      Ingenuity or just the hard truth: It was easier to let yourself believe it.

      Luckily, or not, you still had your commitment to your responsibilities, if not your pride, you would try to maintain that instead, so the best decision was to get yourself together as best as you could the next day and go to work.

      Even though you lived mostly among muggles, a decision you had made long before graduating Hogwarts, you still ended up in a Ministry job, an obliviator. Not the most glamorous, and a lot of times you thought about getting a muggle job, but years went on and you got comfortable with it. Sometimes being able to forget is the best option there is.

      So got yourself together you did, the best as you could included showing up office ready and giving off the obvious energy that you did not want to be perturbed, especially after taking the tube half an hour later than you normally would, too loud, too full, it was probably one of the few times over the last years you wished you could just apparate in front of the right phone cabin. But an obliviator risking wizarding secrecy would be too much of an hypocrisy.

      You made sure you wouldn't be making any field work, taking the liberty to be shut in your office filling paperwork and crying, as any mature woman would if they were in your shoes: Exhausted from hating yourself because you knew you were an excellent witch, a strong-willed independent woman and still, every time James Potter smiled at you, you felt nothing but weakness.

      And there it was, the weakness as soon as you left the Ministry building and felt his gaze upon you, simply leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his face completely relaxed.

      Your hands went straight to your eyes, reminding yourself of their appearance, you looked up at the sky for a few seconds and wondered if there was a god, because it didn't matter how much you begged either Merlin or Godric, you still didn't get one single moment of peace.

      "Were you crying?" he asked straight away, without even explaining why he was there. You shook your head denying it and found refuge for eyes on your feet. "You're a terrible liar."

      "I don't think you know me that well anymore," you sighed and tried your best to look at him firmly. "No car today?"

      "I don't indulge on those very often, apparition is still a thing, you know?" You tried your very best not to roll your eyes at the arrogance he displayed, favoring instead the idea that he had the car for the weekend to please you. "You ignored my patronus, I feel like you probably didn't even check your mail, my poor owl working over time for nothing, and you're the only witch I know who doesn't have a bloody fireplace. Kinda got worried that you were mad at me." His lips formed the pout you knew so well, and you had to bite you lips to prevent yourself from smiling.

      "Not having the fireplace goes hand in hand with the anti-apparition charm on my apartment." You shrugged, it was a way to avoid unwanted guests, so he pretended to be the upmost offended by that. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on the reasons why you were angry with him. "We need to talk."

      "We can do that in your apartment. Let's talk there." He nodded, and you agreed. It wasn't something to discuss so close to where you worked, for sure. He offered his arm so you would apparate together and you ignored it completely, stretching your arm to the street to get a minicab to stop for you both.

      "I'm not risking magic exposure and being fired because you rarely indulge on cars, Potter." Weirdly enough he doesn't try to convince you otherwise, getting on the backseat with you.

      On the way he told you he had been waiting for you for at least forty minutes, which you weren't sure was even true, but on any other day you would've swooned over, but his true intentions showing up came to light so quickly, you couldn't. James kept touching your thigh with his right hand slowly, teasingly, and a pantsuit was never as helpful as then, because of it you could ignore his touches or at least pretend to ignore it.

      Despite the touches, James maintained a casual conversation with you, talking about trivialities from his day, like forgetting to take his vitamin supplement in the morning and running less that afternoon so he could get home in time to take a shower and pick you up. At least that was the term he used, even though you were in a cab.

      You enjoyed having conversations like that with him, knowing how his day had been and how he felt about the team, the training sessions... It brought a sense of normality, as if you were just an ordinary couple talking about everything or just friends talking about your lives. But at that moment, you couldn't enjoy it the way you normally would due to what still lingered on your mind from the previous night, not to mention the fact that the words coming out of his mouth sounded innocent, but his eyes and hands overflowed with nothing but.

      You felt like you were under torture, the rational part of your brain competing with your emotional part, which was shaken by any touch from James, any scraps of attention. You even felt relief when you arrived at your building, especially because there were other people in the elevator, preventing him from grabbing you there and making you forget everything you so wanted to tell him. But it didn't last long. As soon as you reached your floor, you were grabbed from behind, his hands firm on your waist while his lips roamed your neck.

      "James, we need to talk," you repeated what said before, freeing yourself from his arms and walking towards the door. You unlocked it with a silent charm and left the door open for him to enter next.

      "Talk about what?" You heard the question, but his tone showed no interest in talking. In fact, he pulls you by the arm and pushes you against the nearest wall, trapping you with his arms. you lost your breath for a few seconds due to the proximity. "We can talk later," James whispers in your ear, brushing his lips softly against yours, one of his hands touching your waist under your blouse. You almost lose it, but finds the strength to get out of his embrace and leave to the kitchen.

      "I want to talk about us," you said seriously, resolute in your decision to give him an ultimatum, tired of being the mistress, but you couldn't deny that after his teasing, you just wanted to wrap your legs around his waist and hear him say your name in between moans.

      "Brilliant, let's talk," James begins, slowly moving closer to you. "But we could just go to your room and enjoy our time in a more pleasurable way."

      You feel his hands again grabbing you around the waist, and his lips brushed lightly against your ear as he detailed all the other pleasurable things he could be doing to you.

      You give up, defeated, letting out a grunt and pulling him to you, starting a desperate kiss as he takes off your pantsuit and leads you stumbling back to your bed.

      It was late at night, almost two in the morning, when the noise woke you up, almost frightened as you had no idea what it could be at that time. your first instinct was to obviously grab your wand and go to the living room, ready to disarm or worse if it was an intruder, but you noticed that it someone knocking frantically on your door.

      "Who is it?" you asked loud and clear, assuming it was a stranger trying to pull some kind of scam, you've heard of cases like that happening around the muggle neighbourhoods, the knocking then stopped and you thought you had scared away whoever was there, but you were wrong.

      "It's me…" The voice was familiar, but you doubted it was who the voice reminded you of, so you waited for more before you decided or not to open it. "James." You froze and held you breath, but still denying mentally that it could be him.

      "James? Need to be more specific."

      "Don't remember me anymore?" It was him, surely. James Potter. You hadn't seen him since the turn of the previous year, but truthfully, you hadn't really spoken to him in years, you couldn't even imagine how in hell had he found your address. "Potter."

      "What you doing here?" You open the door, giving him the space he needed to enter and smelling the alcohol invading your apartment. "It's two in the morning."

      "Not sure…" He seemed a bit disoriented, obviously because of the alcohol, but he wasn't about to fall over drunk and you mentally thanked him for that. "Was in a pub having a few, but they closed…Kept thinking about you and here I am."

      A shiver ran through your whole body and you cussed yourself, it was pathetic how he could still cause such a thing so many years after your relationship, after your last kiss, unfortunately you had never really managed to forget him, but instead you hid him deep in your memories, that way you wouldn't have to deal with your true feelings for him when you saw each other at a mutual friend's house or anything of the sort.

      But still, you did to this day found yourself thinking about him at times, but that didn't help you understand why he would be there at such a time, or why he would be thinking about you when in fact the only reason you had left his life was because of him, because if he wasn't such a dick, you might still be in a relationship today, or at least be best friends like you used to be.

      "Know what…" Even though you haven't responded to anything he's said before, he sits down on your sofa awkwardly and you feel completely uncomfortable with the situation, crossing your arms, unable to move more than that. "I'm such a twat." James lets out a weak laugh of discontent. "Letting you go that day… Mum told me what happened, but I still didn't look for you." It was amazing how he could form sentences almost perfectly even though he stank of alcohol miles away.

      "James, what do you want?" you sigh, still not understanding anything that's going on. He simply gets up and walks towards you, making you instinctively move away until you reach the end of the line, one of the walls of the living room. "Potter?"

      "I want things between us to go back to normal." His perfume takes you over as he gets closer, replacing the smell of firewhiskey, and you try not to get dizzy. "Just want you." Panic is your first reaction as his lips come close to yours and you push him away.

      "You have a girlfriend." You look into his eyes, being as serious as possible without showing how tempted you were, making exaggerated gestures with your hands to show him how wrong it was.

      "Shh, forget it, just f'now. I'll fix it, swear I'll fix everything." You soften at his words and sigh, you're probably losing your mind but still you walk towards him with your arms open for a hug and he immediately finds himself taking the chance.

      "Missed you." Your voice nothing but a whisper and James nods in response, stroking your hair.

      The affectionate embrace evolves quickly into a quiet kiss that becomes more and more desperate and before you know it, you're both on the sofa, blending into one.

      You woke up the next day feeling partially satisfied, but guilt consumed you entirely, you had slept with a committed guy, what kind of woman were you? And not only that… What would James and you be from then on?

      "Bloody hell." And there you were, waking up after given in to James' charms again, just like the first time, just like every time after that, it was frustrating how much power he held over you, you couldn't take it anymore, you were done.

tag: @xcinnamonmalfoyx

[acrossthewavesoftime]

Wait... are you saying that Simcoe was possibly a Bicon, in addition to being a hero of Upper Canada?

That, my friend, I am! Albeit with the usual caveats that there are some things we cannot say for certain.

I think there are hints pointing towards Simcoe having been possibly romantically, or even sexually, inclined towards men as well as women.

Apologies for my tardy reply, but this got a tad long, so please proceed under the cut:

Edward Drewe: "My Dorilas"

The first hint is the poem I was talking about, written by his fellow officer Edward Drewe, whom Simcoe knew since childhood. Drewe wrote the poem as a farewell to Simcoe upon being invalided back home to England early in the Revolutionary War.

For me, the repeated emphasis on the sorrow of parting in elborately dramatic scenes (such as imagining what would happen if Simcoe would die before also returning home, complete with a description of his "mangled corse" [sic, and a bit sick, too]) and particularly the repeated address of Simcoe as "Dorilas" seem to point in that direction.

The lovely and ever helpful @my-deer-friend was able to pinpoint a potential origin for the appellation "Dorilas" from the Tale The Loves of Dorilas and Euanthe, published in the Oxford Magazine in 1774.

Assuming the name is a direct reference to either this particular story or similar stories, due to the personal nature of the poem, my assumption would be that Drewe, complementing Simcoe's Dorilas, cast himself in the role of Euanthe.

This, by the way, is the last paragraph of the story:

"[G]olden shafts" and Venus having "crowned the night when Dorilas the pride of swains enjoyed his beloved Euanthe" does sound quite... Well, they surely weren't just looking at is stamp collection together.

If the appellation "Dorilas" in Drewe's poem indeed does refer to Dorilas and Euanthe, I think that would be a very distinct hint as to how the relationship between Drewe and Simcoe might have looked like.

John André: "an officer whose superior integrity and uncommon ability did honour to his country, and to human nature."

Another man who was very important to Simcoe was John André. They knew each other, and enjoyed spending time together. They were of a similar age and had shared interests. Similarly to André, Simcoe could draw well and was a man not shy of conviviality.

When André was captured, Simcoe approached Clinton submitting a plan for André's rescue which would have included putting his own life on the line that was however refused by Clinton.

Now, I'm perfectly sure I have seen Simcoe's letter to Clinton somewhere, but cannot find it. It seems to exist, too, because the plan to rescue André was also known to Simcoe's biographer, Mary Beacock-Fryer, who makes mention of it, sadly without referencing the original (Beacock-Fryer, Mary: John Graves Simcoe. A Biography, p. 56.).

What I can provide you with however is the assertion, in Simcoe's own words, that he

[...] had given directions that the regiment should immediately be provided with black and white feathers as mourning, for the late Major Andre, an officer whose superior integrity and uncommon abiity did honour to his country, and to human nature. John Graves Simcoe, Journal, p. 152 (1844 reprint).

In his so-called Journal, a work he compiled in order to highlight his own role in the war and political stances which he wrote with the intention to serve as a stepping-stone for his (political) career after his return to civilian life (and half-pay) in England, there are not many hints as to how his relationship with André may have looked like, which, given its nature, makes sense.

He does however highlight, in his Journal and later private letters, how greatly André's death upset him, and allegedly, though I have never found any proof for this, André's self-portrait, drawn at the eve of his execution, was copied by Simcoe's artiscally gifted wife to give to Honora Sneyd, André's former sweetheart.

There are no concrete hints to any relationship in a romantic or sexual sense with André, in any case however, I think it bespeaks their close bond that Simcoe was willing to sacrifice his own life for André, and had the Queen's Rangers add feathers to their hats as a token of respect and rememberance to him.

Mary Anne Burges: Defying Social Expectations

Simcoe was by most accounts a person who was naturally jovial, affectionate and inclined to see the good in everyone; local stories and historical anecdotes about Simcoe highlight his approachable character.

One curious personal relationship was that with Mary Anne Burges, his wife's best friend; the two were a 'package deal', which he knew; legend has it that after she had accepted his proposal, Elizabeth Gwillim, the future Mrs. Simcoe, sent her fiancé to talk to her best friend and promise her that he would never come between them.

How much of this story is true will remain lost to history, but Simcoe had no issues with Burges moving into the vincinity and being a constant visitor. She even became, in the absence of blood-relations, an aunt of sorts to the Simcoe children who would help take care of the four eldest daughters while their parents were away in Upper Canada.

Mary Anne Burges and Elizabeth Simcoe were friends ever since their teenage years and Burges sometimes came to stay with her bestie, who was then living with her maternal aunt Margaret and the latter's husband, Admiral Samuel Graves, whenever her cash-strapped parents considered putting pressure on her to get married already.

Mary Anne Burges remained single for life, carved out a professional existence (albeit an at times precarious one) for herself writing for magazines, had a great interest in the natural sciences and even became a single (foster) mother to an orphaned relation. Here is what she wrote to Elizabeth when a gentleman decided to try his luck with her by way of a surprise proposal:

[...] so I wrote him word that I had more a determination to continue single all my life [...]. Mary Anne Burges to Elizabeth Simcoe, 8 June 1795.

Her refusal to the proposal had nothing to do with the particular gentleman in question; she was simply not interested in men in a romantic or sexual capacity, which she seems to have been very open about. In another letter to her best friend, shortly after the Simcoe's had left for Upper Canada in 1792, she gives an account of a spat between herself and the notoriously quarrelsome Margaret Graves, jealous of the close relationship between her niece and Mary Anne Burges. Margaret Graves mused loudly that friendships between married (Elizabeth Simcoe) and unmarried ladies (Mary Anne Burges) were very improper, because unmarried ladies might ask a married lady about advice regarding her lovers. Mary Anne Burges coldly replied that "[t]hat can easily be overcome by not having any lovers."

Mary Anne Burges remained a trusted friend close with the Simcoe-family for as long as she lived. Given that the Simcoes were very close, and Mary Anne had been around the Graves' house, too, I would guess that Simcoe would have known either from Mary Anne Burges herself or from his wife, that she was resolved not to conform to the common expectations held for women in the day. Despite that, she was allowed a close relationship not only with his wife, but particularly with his children.

To me, Simcoe's relationship with Mary Anne Burges evidences that he was more, for lack of a better word, open-minded than one would expect of an aspiring social climber with politically otherwise conservative leanings in the late 18th century, which may have influenced his view on and willingness to engage in romantic or perhaps even sexual relationships with other men.

Samuel Graves: Simcoe's upbringing

This open-mindedness likely stems from his upbringing between his mother's and his godfather's household. While I sadly know only very little about his mother, I know quite a fair bit about his godfather Samuel Graves.

Graves valued education (and scolded his older brother because he considered his nephews too little educated to successfully make their way in the world), was married to a member of the Bluestocking circle who believed that women should have more legal rights, especially regarding social mobility through education and vocational training as well as allowing married women to hold property in their own name, and allowed Mary Anne Burges to stay in his home whenver she required an escape from her home life.

Even more interesting is that due to a severe case of malaria contracted while serving abroad as a young man, he had grown infertile. He knew this, and was open about it to his family. Taking this into account, his marriages defy the contemporary socio-religious expectations somewhat as they could never produce any offspring; his two marriages were, from the pieces of evidence I have, likely for love.

His second wife, Elizabeth Simcoe's aunt Margaret, née Spinckes, appears to have been firm on never wanting any children of her own due to having watched her sister die in childbirth, which, coupled with her aversion to giving up her substantial fortune to a husband, had kept her from marrying so far; looking at her marriage to Samuel Graves, it seems that she not only trusted him with her property, she was also happy to have sexual relations with him, some light allusions to this apparently very delctable part of married life she left behind in letters.

Conclusion:

It was in this at the second glance rather surprising environment that Simcoe grew up in, and that may have influenced his personal development, and perhaps instilled in him an acceptance of people not conforming to social expectations, which may have influenced his possible relationships with men such as Edward Drewe and perhaps even John André.

Simcoe's acceptance of Mary Anne Burges as a close friend to his wife and daughters (and to himself, too), who by modern terminology would likely fall under the umbrella term "queer", shows that throughout his life, he was accepting of people who, especially regarding personal and potentially sexual relationships, defied social expectations.

How his own relationships with other men may have looked like concretely, and how the people involved would have perceived, termed and described them might sadly be forever lost to history; for a great analysis of terminology and (what we today consider to be) queerness in an 18th century context, I will link this excellent post by @my-deer-friend.

Especially Edward Drewe's potentially sexually underpinned poem may suggest that a relationship going beyond a romantic friendship between him and Simcoe may have existed.

I think that in Simcoe's case, no prior evaluation of his friendships with men of a similar age prior to his marriage has taken place yet because firstly, most scholarship on him was written in the 19th/early 20th century when queer history was, to put it mildly, not exactly a priority, and secondly, because his very happy, monogamous marriage (about which he wrote poetry containing such great lines as "[...] shall my Eliza with true passion burn") and eleven (!) children do not instantly suggest any attraction to other men on his part.

A further, more in-depth analasys would be a desideratum on my part, especially because I believe there is some basis for it meriting further research.

[hueningchu]

Never again.

Genre: Heeseung+Jake x Cheater!Reader

Parings: Smut, Angst, Established relationship

Song: “Unfaithful” by Rihanna

Warnings: Smut, Angst with a sort of happy ending, Mentions of cheating on partners, Established relationship, Toxic friendships and Toxic relationships, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Spanking, fingering (I apologize in advance if any of this is cringy)

Summary: After one more month of sneaking behind Heeseung’s back, You and Jake are beginning to get messy with covering it up. It all comes crumbling down when Heeseung receives a text from someone. What is the text about? Who sent it? How will they explain themselves? Who will Heeseung blame in the end?

Pt. 1

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You would like to say those hours a day you spent with Jake was not worth it but..my god it was. You did not regret a single minute that you spent with Jake. Heeseung was so sweet and so attractive but Jake was just something else to you. He made you feel good but so bad at the same time. The electricity and the heat you feel between you and Heeseung was nothing compared to how you feel with Jake. People say girlfriends are supposed to have butterflies of excitement when their significant other walks in the room. However, when yours walks in the room you feel guilt and nervous butterflies. Nervousness that at literally any moment Heeseung can ask you..

"So you and Jake have been getting along pretty well?" Hee asked with his back turned to you while he stirred his drink. Distracted by your phone, you almost missed the question, so he cleared his throat and repeated it. "You and Jake have became good friends, no?"

Getting asked that so out of the blue made your voice a tiny bit shaky but you were hoping Heeseung did not notice that."J-jake? Oh! Yeah he's uh..really cool. That's probably why he's your best friend huh?" You tried to give a normal answer that wouldn't sound suspicious but that sort of failed.

"Why is your voice so shaky? Geez, I'm only asking a question." He giggled and flashed you a smile. His sweet smile was a sign that you were off the hook.  "But really quick.." Hee got up and walked into the bedroom to fetch his phone that was charging. "I got this text today." When he walked past the couch, He tossed the phone to you so you could read over the text. "Take a look at it. It'll make you laugh." Heeseung giggled again before walking back in the kitchen.

You felt your heart stop the minute you saw the contact name of the person who the text was from. It was a very long paragraph to Heeseung, from none other than...Jake.

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Jake: Hey r you up?

Heeseung: It's like 3 in the morning.

Jake: You answered tho..

Heeseung: Well no shit. I'm awake

Heeseung: I'm just pointing out that it's late as hell and you're texting me

Jake: when has this ever been a problem in our friendship?? You used to text me at 5am to get ready for school together😭

Jake: Don't think I forgot lmao

Heeseung: Shut up

Heeseung: what did you text me about tho?

Jake: oh yeah

Jake: It's kind of a lot so like should I tell you in person?

Heeseung: why did you even text me if you weren't gonna tell me until later..

Jake: I'm sorry

Jake: I feel really bad about it. So I guess I'm avoiding the topic..

Jake: I'll just tell you now then

Heeseung: Are you trying to make me nervous or sum??

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The next text Jake sent to Heeseung was the last of the chats for that conversation. It was a lengthy paragraph explaining how you and him have been together without Heeseung knowing. You could start clapping on the spot because of how good of a show Jake put on. God, he acted like such a quiet and innocent little boy in front of Hee but if only his best friend knew the things jake would do while he kept Heeseung completely oblivious. All of those little moments you had with Jake were coming back.

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"Yo. Wanna ride with me to go get snacks. When I come back the three of us can go." Heeseung said to Jake as he grabbed his keys out the dish near the front door. "Y/n is still getting ready so by the time I get back she should be ready to go."

"Nah, I'll stay here and keep y/n company. I don't mind keeping an eye out for her." Jake smiled at his bestie before Heeseung quickly left out the door. "Hey, y/n!" Jake yelled out for you as he hopped off the couch to walk into you and Heeseung's shared bedroom, where you were currently getting ready. "Hey." He poked his head in the doorway and smirked at you.

"Hey?? Did Hee come back already? You guys ready to go?" You we're sitting on the bed, putting on lipgloss and adding the finishing touches on your makeup.

"He actually just left. I wanted to come see what you were up to. Maybe we have some time to fool around a bit." The sneaky boy started to walk over to you and smiled. "You look so sexy with all that makeup on." Jake leaned down and went in to kiss you.

"Are you crazy? He could walk in at any minute. Besides, I just finished my makeup!"

Jake grabbed your chin. "Come on. I didn't say we had to screw or anything. Let's just.." he shrugged and sat down next to you. "Makeout or something before he gets back."

When he tried to kiss you on your freshly made lips again you moved back and rest your elbows on the bed. "Stop it! It's obvious when people get done making out. Especially with the way you do it."

"Come on. We are gonna be with Heeseung all day. I need something to think about while we watch the movie." He sounded so desperate for you. He started to use the baby voice he uses when he wants something. When you shook your head again which caused him to groan and put his head in your lap. "Please babygirl..I can't go a whole day without kissing your pretty plump lips." That's what got you. The second you leaned down to give him a deep kiss, you both heard the front door open. "Awe that's him. Well, let's get this day over with.” Jake hopped up and stood with his back facing the door. “And don't say anything stupid that'll get us caugh-"

Jake could barely finish his stupid sentence before Heeseung walked in and leaned on the doorway. "Let's get going. Y/n, Put the snacks in your bag."

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All the flashbacks and memories were running through your head while you read the text message. "Heeseung.." Before giving him an explanation you realized there wasn't one and just started thinking of which excuse you should go with. "What is this?" Oh. That's really how your instincts decide to play it? The oblivious act was not gonna work on Heeseung and the way you were executing it, that act wouldn't work on anyone.

"That's exactly what I'm asking you. Why do I have my friend texting me at 3am, telling me that he's been fucking my girl behind my back?"

"Jake is a dirty liar. I don't even know why he would tell you that. Let alone why you would believe him."

"I don't know. I've been friends with him for almost 15 god damn years and he's never slept with any of my girlfriends so.."

You tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "So?..."

"So I'm guessing it's true." Heeseung walked over to you. "I should have known." He shook his head. "I should have known the minute I caught you leaving the house in the middle of the night." Heeseung was getting himself worked up. You could tell he was slowly boiling over. "I'm so fucking stupid. You told me.." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You fucking told me you were going out for gas and I believed you. I can't believe I trusted you."

"What about Jake?" You quietly said.

Heeseung tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. "Did you seriously just ask me that? What about him?"

"Why is it all my fault and why is none of the blame on him?" Just as you said that you both heard a doorbell ring, causing your heads to turn towards the front door.

Heeseung chuckled and started to walk over to the door. "Funny you ask that. Cause I actually called him earlier and asked if he was busy. Told him that if not then he should come over so the three of us could talk." When Heeseung went to open the door you couldn't take it. You wanted to leave but there was no where to run. So you ran up to Heeseung and tried to convince him otherwise.

"Please Hee. Don't do this." You pleaded for him to just ignore it or tell the person on the other side to go away. You knew it was Jake and your heart couldn't take anymore stress or heartbreak.

"Don't call me that. I don't ever wanna hear you use that nickname again." Heeseung replied before pulling away from you to open the door for the visitor. Of course, it was just who you expected.

When the door swung open and you were both met with the main manipulator himself, You looked away and ran into the kitchen to get away from what was awaiting you. While Heeseung on the other hand faced his best friend head on. The minute he opened the door, Heeseung gave Jake the most bold and serious stare possible.

Jakes 'sincre' eyes met Heeseung's serious ones and he only said three words. "I'm sorry, man."

"Yeah. You said that already." Heeseung said as he leaned a arm on the door frame. "Don't just stand there, come inside."

Heeseung shut the door after Jake walked in. "So.." Jake took his coat off and started to walk towards the living room. "Where is she?"

"I don't know. She probably ran upstairs." Heeseung just stood near the front door, covering his face with one of his hands as he let the other rest on his hip. He was thinking about how hard this whole conversation was gonna be. "She's embarrassed."

Jake chuckled and started walking up the stairs to go find you. "Embarrassed? What is she embarrassed for? She did this to herself."

When you overheard Jake say such lies you came out of the kitchen. You were almost just as mad as Heeseung now. "I did this to myself?!"

You scanned the room for Jake and tears almost fell when you seen him and his shit eating grin standing at the top of the stairs. "There she is. There's the bell of the ball. Or should I say the lying cheating slut." Your eyes widened when Jake came at you with such vigor. He walked over to you and then pointed at Heeseung. "Look at him." When you wouldn't turn your head to face Heeseung's, Jake grabbed your chin with his other hand and forced you to. "Look at how hurt you've made him. All because you wanted one night of fun with me."

"It was more than one night, you asshole!" There goes the tears. You pushed Jake away from you and shook your head to get his grip off of you.

That's when Heeseung decided to jump back in on the argument. "How many nights exactly was it, Y/n?" He took Jake's spot and stood right in front of you. "Was it a special occasion type thing or was it every other weekend?" Heeseung pulled out his cellphone. "Oh, how about this? Let's go through our messages and see just how many times you have used a shitty excuse to blow me off."

Jake walked over and leaned on Heeseung's shoulder. "Should we make a game out of it? Try to guess which excuses are real and which ones are fake."

When Heeseung pulled up the messages he scrolled back a bit and then let out a giggle. "What about this one?" He showed Jake and kept it hidden from you. "Was she telling the truth?"

Jake took time to read it and then he giggled too before shaking his head. "Sorry but she was lying. It’s what women do, Heeseung. They lie and cheat.”

Gosh this was SO ironic coming from him. The fact Heeseung hasn’t called him out yet surprised you but it seemed most of his anger was towards you. "Who do you think you are? Don't try to pin this all on me." You turned to Heeseung and threw your hands in the air. "How can you let him stand here and talk about you like this? How can you let him come into our home and disrespect us?!"

"Us?! No y/n, I don't think you understand. There is no more us." Heeseung pushed you out of the way and walked up the stairs. He was gone for a bit before walking back with two suitcases. "And this home is no longer 'ours'."

"Are those my things? Are you throwing me out?!" You started to run up the steps but before you could Heeseung threw the bags over the stairs. You stood there shocked for a moment before the anger struck. "What the fuck! I'm not just a animal, Heeseung! You can't just throw me out onto the streets whe-"

"I can and I will. Do you expect me to keep you here after what you've done to me?"

"So let me get this straight." You pointed to Jake who was standing at the bottom of the stairs so innocently. "You'll kick me out and never speak to me again but there's no repercussions for Jake?" You gave Heeseung an exasperated look. "Am I the only one who this falls on? What's so special about Jake that you just can't bring yourself to lay the iron fist on him?

"What do you want me to do Y/n?! Want me to get in a fist fight with him because my girlfriend made a move on him?"

"He was the one who made a move on me first!"

Jake shook his finger. "Uhh actually no. That's a lie because if I remember correctly you told me that you had been wanting to hook up with me for months before I even brought it up to you."

"Ah ha!" You pointed at him again. "So you do admit that you're the one who made a move on me first!"

When Jake realized you caught him he switch the topic so no blame could fall on him yet. "I told you the first time we did it that it would never happen again. I made it clear that it was a mistake and that I never wanted to continue contact after that."

"I never asked for you again after the first time."

"So explain to me how you and Jake became a casual thing. If neither of you contacted the other after the first time then how did this become an item."

"Jake called me a two weeks after and told me he couldn't control himself. He said he knew it was wrong to go behind YOUR back but he couldn't help it and needed me in his bed again."

Heeseung looked hurt by this information and sent Jake a perplexed look. You knew he was secretly hurting and was trying to keep it together but he asked for the truth. So you gave it to him.

Jake definitely noticed the look Heeseung gave him so he took that as the cue to start explaining himself.

Only he didn't explain himself. Instead he shifted the blame again and somehow made Heeseung even more mad at you. "Oh? Was I the one who hit you up on Valentine's day and practically begged you to come over and fuck me?"

"Wait..Valentine's day?" Heeseung turned back to you with his brows furrowed. "Didn't I have to spend Valentine's Day in the ER with my brother?" You seen Heeseung start walking down the steps towards you. "I thought you were sick in bed all day and couldn't come with me to the hospital.

When Heeseung said that Jakes eyes widened and he held a smirk on his face. A smirk that made it obvious that he was trying not to laugh. "So..how is it possible that you were sick at home AND over my house on Valentine's Day?"

More tears found their way in your eyes when Jake fed into the fire that was burning in Heeseung. "I n-never went over Jake's house. Heeseung, I swear. I was at home on Valentine's Day." Your emotions started taking control and you started falling apart inside. The lying was a clear sign of that.

"Heeseung." Jake looked over at his best friend. "Why would I lie about something like this? Shit, I even have pictures in my camera roll that me and her took on Valentine's Day."

When Heeseung got quiet Jake knew it was the perfect time to convince him. "Take a look. They aren’t dirty pictures or anything. Just some pics we took at dinner." Jake pulled out his phone and started tapping and scrolling until he found the picture he was referring to. "Check the date."

Heeseung's face got even more sour when he seen this piece of evidence. "Seriously, Y/n?! While I was at the hospital with my brother?!" You jumped when he got loud. You don't know why. Heeseung never hit you but you were so scared. "To think that my girlfriend would rather fuck my best friend than come with me to the hospital to care for my brother is...a wake up call." He started to walk over to you. "I'm surprised I didn't find out earlier. Love makes you so blind and oblivious sometimes."

When you thought Heeseung would zero in on you some more for the horrible truth he just found out, he turned around. "And you." He looked straight at Jake and shook his head. "I can't even begin to tell you how hurt I am."

Jake put his head down in false shame and nodded at Heeseung's words. "You're right. I'm sorry I let me and y/n's  relationship get this far."

Heeseung waited to hear more from Jake but that was it. Heeseung raised an eyebrow. "So why did you do it?"

"I'm sorry?" Jake was a bit confused by the question.

"You said you knew your relationship with y/n shouldn't have gotten that far. So why did it? Why did you call her back and tell her you needed more."

Jake rubbed his arm. "I honestly couldn't tell you. Heeseung..You know I'm not the best with girls and so when y/n showed me the passion and love that she did I couldn't just let her go. I wanted more of that passion in my life."

"So what.." Heeseung shrugged and tried to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall. He didn't wanna cry. He wanted to be a man and face this situation with a cold attitude but it was too much..even for him. "Are you like..in love with her or something?"

Jake whipped his head up at Heesung and quickly shook his head. "N-No. I don't love her but I-"

Heeseung walked down the steps, walking past you until he reached Jake. "Are you saying you wanna steal her love and passion away from me?"

"Heeseung, I-"

No matter what Jake tried to say, Heeseung wouldn't let him get one word in. "Because that's exactly what you did. You stole her from me and ruined a perfectly good relationship. I can't even live in the same house as her anymore because all I can think about when I look at her is how you defiled and ruined her."

"He didn't ruin me, Heeseung." You tried to speak to him and get him on your side. "I'm still your perfect angel." You couldn't stop sniffling. "I'm still your baby."

Heeseung shook his head. "No. It's not the same anymore. God, I can't believe this is ending like this." You could see a tear fall onto his cheek but before you could wipe it for him, he turned away from you and Jake.

"It doesn't have to end like this!" You followed him into the living room and sat down on the couch in front of him with your hands together. "Please. Please give me another chance. I'll be better to you, I promise."

"No." Heeseung sat down next to you and took one of your hands into his. "I can't do that y/n. If I take you back then I'll have to break it off with Jake." Heeseung said this quietly to you so that Jake wouldn't hear.

I nodded my head and leaned closer to whisper to Heeseung. "Do it. Break it off with Jake and keep me. Jake was the one who started all of this turmoil. You should hear the things Jake used to say about you when we were alone."

"What type of things did he used to say?" Heeseung asked as he looked up at you and held your hand.

Just then Jake slowly stepped into the living room and you could see a scowl creep across his face when he caught glimpse of the hand holding you and Heeseung were doing. "Ask him yourself. Jake tell him about the things you used to say."

Heeseung let go of your hand and stood up to question Jake. "You gonna explain?"

Jake chuckled and wore that stupid smirk again. "Explain what? Explain how y/n used to scream out about how she wanted me and how i fucked her better than you?"

Before Jake could speak anymore a loud smack echoed throughout the room. "Could you have at least some respect. Is this situation not serious to you?"

The slap from Heeseung immediately made Jake go wide eyed. "I was just quoting what your so-called girlfriend said about me."

Heeseung went for another smack but Jake managed to block this one. "Did you just say 'so called' girlfriend? She was my very serious girlfriend who I loved very much.” Hearing Heeseung speak in past tense broke your heart and stunned your hope of a second chance.

"Listen. I'm sorry if you think I'm being disrespectful about this but you need to wake up and realize that she's the problem here." He put his hand on Heeseung's shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "Our friendship was perfectly fine before she came along."

"Our relationship was perfectly fine before YOU came along!" You stood up behind Heeseung and put your hand on his back.

"Get your hands off of him, slut." Jake pulled him away from you.

"He's my boyfriend."

"Didn't you hear him earlier? He's throwing your ass out."

"No. He said he's reconsidering giving me a second chance." You grabbed Heeseung's hand. "Right?"

"Go on. Tell her no." Jake’s grip on his shoulder tightened.

Heeseung broke away from the both of you and he put his hands up defensively. "Both of you need to back up." He stammered. "I don't even know what to think anymore. All of this is too exhausting."

"It's an easy answer." Jake stood near Heeseung. "She's out of the picture."

"Jesus, Jake. Why are you being so overbearing?"

"Because you are having sympathy for this girl who backstabbed you."

"Oh, that's rich coming from you." You said under your breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, Come on Jake. You're not a very innocent soul in this." Heeseung let slip.

"So what? You're on her side now?"

"I'm not on anyone's side! There are no sides in this!"

You sat back down and started to suddenly cry again. Both of the boys stop and looked at you. One of them came to comfort you and the other didn't.

Can you guess which one comforted you.

"Baby.." Heeseung kneeled down and rushed to your side. "Why are crying again?” He brought a hand up to rub your knee.

Of course it was Heeseung. It was always him. How could you not tell that Jake never truly loved you. Jake was only using you for pleasure. If anyone is to blame for this, it’s you for trusting Jake. With his dumb smile and empty words.

"You're gonna leave me Heeseung." You sobbed. "Aren't you?"

"I'm.." He paused and looked away from you. Trying to figure out the answer to that question for himself. He still hasn't decided what he wants to do. "I don't know, Y/n. I just know I love you."

"So you are basically saying you're taking her back?" Jake scoffed. "Gosh, you're so stupid."

That's when Heeseung snapped even more. "Seriously? What is your problem?! Do you have no shame or remorse?!"

"I have remorse but I'm just telling you this girl is not worth fighting for."

"You just stumble in and ruin my relationship. Do you even feel bad about what you did?”

Jake shook his head. “If it means I saved you from wasting your time on her.”

Heeseung stood up again. That was it. He couldn’t do anymore of this back and forth. "Get out. This is our home and I need you to leave right now." Heeseung raised his voice and pointed to the door.

You've never seen Heeseung yell at Jake like that. They are best friends so you have never seen them really argue. Unless it was over the video game. When Jake stood in silence for a while he eyed the two of you and both, you, and Heeseung could tell he had so much more to say. He looked like he wanted to blurt out a thousand things at once. "Do you really want me to leave?"

"Yes. Want me to walk you out?"

Jake widened his eyes and shook his head. "Nah. That's fine." He waved his hand in the air and turned around to walk to the front door.  "I've been here a thousand times. I know my way out."

Heeseung waited until he heard the door open and close. He let out a sigh he never knew he was holding in. "It's just you and me now." Heeseung had a sort of disgusted look on his face as he turned to eye you up and down. "How could you let him do that." He shook his head and walked up to you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. "You let him see and touch all of the places that were meant for me." His other hand started to travel up your t-shirt as he wrapped his arm around your waist. "I was your first and I was supposed to be your last."

"I'm s-so sorry." The tears were still running from earlier. You couldn't tell if the mood was more or less tense since Jake left. You looked up at him and leaned into his chest. "Please don't make me leave. I'm sorry I caused this."

He sighed and put the hand that was cupping your face behind your head, holding you close to him. God he wanted to scream and scold you but he just couldn't bring himself to truly kick you out. He loved you and all the chaos that came with you. It's not like you did this on the daily or anything and he knew that. That's why he was seriously considering taking his girl back. He wanted his sweet princess back.

"I'm not gonna kick you out."

You leaned back and looked up at him with wide teary eyes. "Really?"

He nodded.

"Does this mean you are gonna break it off with Jake?"

"You know I can't do that, baby." He kissed your head. "He's my best friend and I can't abandon him. Just like I can't abandon you."

"Oh Heeseung.." you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped up into his arms. "I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to prove myself to you and show you that I'm gonna be better."

"You keep saying that but you are gonna have to show me now." Heeseung lightly pushed you down on the couch. "How about you take your pants off." With no hesitation you listened to him and took your pajama pants off. You then took your shirt and bra off to get it out of the way.

"You a little excited?"

Nodding, you spread your legs for him.

He chuckled. "Jake's right. You are a fucking slut. I never seen this side of you before." Heeseung leaned in, reached his hand down and started to harshly rub your clit. "You're always so incredibly innocent for me." He swears when he took your virginity and you looked at him with that doe like gaze he fell in love with you and you're pure like aura. He couldn't lie that he sort of liked this side of you too. You were just as submissive as before but a tad bit more straight forward.

Just when he got you wet enough, Heeseung stopped rubbing you and leaned back again. "Turn around for me."

Once again, you did as he said and turned around on your stomach.

"You gotta understand that I can't let you off too easy, baby." Heeseung started rubbing your clothed ass before he landed a hard slap on it. "If I don't show some assertiveness then you're gonna think it's okay to go around whoring yourself out." Another smack landed on one of your cheeks.

You let out a helpless yelp. "I promise. I'm never gonn-"

That landed you another hard smack "Don't speak. I'll tell you when you can talk to me."

He started undoing his belt and he swung it out of the loop holes before folding it. "Get over here and lean over my lap." Before he could say anything else, you bent over his knees. “Should I give you the pleasure or pain first?” He started to rub your ass again where he smacked earlier.

Not wanting to piss him off anymore, you waited a bit to answer because he told you not to speak unless he said so. “You can talk now, honey.”

“Pleasure!” You blurted out. “Give me pleasure. I’m begging you.”

He thought about it and nodded. “Alright baby. Whatever you want.” Heeseung set aside his leather belt for now and quickly pulled your panties down. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head up to whisper in your ear. “I’m gonna finger fuck you until you beg me to lay my cock into you.”

Ughh why was he so irresistible. Every word slipped off his tongue like a symphony and it incited the heat in your lower abdomen. Slowly you felt his hand creep right between your thighs and you opened your legs best you could. Heeseung slipped two wet fingers past your folds. Your man knew exactly what you wanted because he wasted no time pumping and pistoling his fingers in and out of your plush cunt.

Since Heeseung was getting tired of waiting for his turn he decided to speed up the process of you getting yours. The way he decided to do this however was something you were a bit scared for. He let go of your hair and reached over to grab his belt. “I’ll show you what dirty cheaters get.”

A loud wham filled the room, followed by a yelp from you. He continued fingering you roughly as he hit your ass with his belt ever so often. "Did I not fuck you good enough? Or did you just get tired of me? Is that why you went and had Jake take over for a while?"

"No Heeseung. I could never get tired of you."

"Then why did you do it darling?"

You stayed silent and looked down in shame when you had nothing to say. "It's okay. I'll make sure he never gets in your pretty little head again." Heeseung grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you off of his lap as he stood up. "Make sure you stay dumb for me and my cock only."

Heeseung pushed you down by your shoulders and you looked up at him, while getting on your knees. Watching as he pulled his layers of clothes down and let out his unbelievably hard dick. “I gave you pleasure then pain. You put me through so much pain and so now you have to give me my pleasure.”

You moaned as you took him in your mouth. Letting him do as he pleased. You were so pliant for him. The safe feeling you got from Heeseung made you start to think. You couldn’t believe you ever took this for granted. “Your pussy is probably gushing wet while sucking my cock. Isn’t it?” Heeseung kept a fistful of your hair in his hand while he thrusted his hips towards your face. “You wanna touch your pretty pussy, don’t you?”

When he could feel and so he pulled your head back and made sure you looked up at him. “Go on. Play with yourself while I cum on your face, gorgeous.” He took his other hand and started jerking right in front of your face, groaning when he caught a glimpse of you actually moving your hand down to begin playing with yourself.

You whimpered as one of your fingers slipped past your entrance. Heeseung could feel his first orgasm of the night coming and you were trying to finish what Heeseung started earlier.

Your whole body tensed up to give you a warning that your orgasm was here. As if all this wasn’t enough, Heeseung groaned loudly while his cum dripped onto your face and lips.

Heeseung bent down and grabbed your chin roughly. “Look at that face. So cute.” He leaned so close that his lips were almost touching yours. "This is your last chance, you little whore. Don't fuck with me again."

Everything was still so fuzzy but you managed to nod slowly. "Of course. Never again."

He kissed you deeply like he's never kissed you before.

"Never again."

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Notes: I’m so happy I am finally in a mood to start writing again. This is not very good for my first work back but it’s something light. Hope it’s okay and please ignore any grammar or English mistakes!