#but I was also surrounded by people who were there with their families etc. and I wished I wasn't by myself
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I completely agree with you. While I haven't read To Kill a Mockingbird(I haven't read a lot of classics), I really love seeing how other people perceive the world so I do think authors should be given a chance to show their perspective and understanding of how they see the people around them being brutalized solely based on their race and the people who do the brutalizing.
Yes, the N-word is undeniably offensive, but its inclusion in the book isnât gratuitous; it serves a purpose.
The reason why many people were displeased by the author of Storm & Silence using a slur was because his stories rarely address racism. Seeing how Karim, a man from India, was one of the main reoccurring character, I had hoped there might've been some heavy topic surrounding how people treat(I know it's a Wattpad book but stillđ). Yes people called him a brute, savage, made him sleep in the stable, etc. but as an Indian myself, I have heard how many English people treated Indians. I guess because Karim was Rikkard's bodyguard no one dared to say anything too much.
The use of the n word felt out of place and unnecessary in this series. I'm sure people would've still been outraged about it even if the author constantly addressed it. I also feel people would not have liked it if he constantly addressed it because "it's too political for a Wattpad book". Either way the author would've been seen as the bad guy because people always feel the need to put some sort of blame onto to someoneđ
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When he addressed why he used the slur, he said it was for historical accuracy. That made me angry because even if he says he wants historical accuracy, there are many times where his writing contradicts that.
I wonder, does your stance apply only to works on Wattpad, or does it extend to all forms of literature?
I'm honestly not sure how I feel about this. Like I said in the beginning, authors should be allowed to express their view(they should also be aware that there will be criticism no matter what), but there definitely is a difference with stories published on Wattpad.
While it's a platform that allows anyone to publish, it is very much a social media. Many people are able to interact with each other, which includes the author. If you publish on Wattpad, you are most definitely more exposed to other peoples opinions. Other readers also get easy and instant access to these opinions.
Something you might find offensive is not something that will offend others. But once you express that it offended you and others see that, they get offended for you. Eventually it becomes a hate-train where they berate the author saying "you have offended this one person so you are bad". It was probably never purposeful on the authors side, but once people form an opinion of the author, it stays.
I understand that Wattpad allows authors creative liberties and is positioned more as entertainment than as a critical engagement with historical issues. And that's what you disagree with? That Wattpad authors may not always intend to educate or provoke critical thought, whereas canonical literature often seeks to do that?
I'm not much of a writer, but I grew up reading on Wattpad and learned to write as I pleased. It definitely taught me to improve my imagination and creativity. To many young people who read original stories on these platforms are sure to think of these stories as more than just entertainment, but because others see it as a silly and unprofessional platform, it discourages the readers from engaging with it as anything but entertainment. I find it annoying because I've read many original stories that I really loved and wanted my friends to read it too.
I come from a somewhat conservative religious community and there was a lot a things I didn't know about the world. I've only interacted with my classmates and family for most of my childhood and having access to Wattpad other than just published physical books, which I could only discuss with few people, I got to see more and learn more. If I didn't have Wattpad, I don't think I would be as open-minded as I am today.
Many authors publish on Wattpad with the intention of sharing their stories and in many ways they teach a lot of people something new.
I understand the desire to protect young readers from harm, but I worry that in shielding them from uncomfortable realities, weâre doing more harm than good.
I agree with this too. Currently, the US is in the process of getting many books banned for the most dumbest reasons. They always find some reason to remove books from the shelves saying "It's to protect the children". I've read a lot of uncomfortable topics when I was young but it also taught me somewhat of how the world works. If we're not exposed to these stories, no one will learn how to interact with other people or why some people feel the way they do about certain topics.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts. It was nice to understand how differently you saw that situation. I hadn't given it much thought because I wasn't aware of it until I read about it on tumblr. I saw how many people were outraged and I understood them too. I guess I agreed with them because I didn't fully understand why it hurt them and wanted to support their feelingsđ
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One thing I'll never get over is how Storm & Silence could've easily been so much better if Rob Their(the author) wasn't afraid to actually write a compelling story.
Don't get me wrong, I adore the whole concept of '19 year old Victorian girl dresses up as a man to get a job'. But it's just so poorly written that I think about all the ways the story could be better when I'm in the bus going home from college.
I mean, that's how it is with books, they will be criticized no matter how good or how bad it may be. But then again, this is a Wattpad book. You can never expect too much from a Wattpad book. Every character feels very two dimensional after the first book that every other book after that is just plain fan-service.
The first book is genuinely good, except for the hyper feminist way Lilly is written to be. The author doesn't even bother to add conflict between any of the characters. The ONLY conflict that we ever get is Lilly arguing with Rikkard how she's capable of anything even if she's a women in every single book. It keeps going on and on like this that it just gets boring.
And the way Lilly's intelligence is suppressed makes me mad too. Like in book 3, she literally deciphers a map to find the treasure, but god forbid she recognizes her fiancĂŠ's(whether she likes him or not) initials on the waste disposal file and connect the dots on how he and her previous guy(I forgot his name) might've just disappeared. That right there could've been a good conflict. She recognizes the initials, realizes what Rikkard might've done, get angry and argue about not wanting him to interfere with it, then having to find an escape from her next fiancĂŠ and choosing to go out of town with Rikkard against her will instead of telling him why bcs she doesn't want a new waste disposal file.
Not to be mean, but the author is a man. At the end of the day, the way female characters are written by men will never be realistic. I know there might be real people out there like Lilly, but the way her "inner feminist"(I hate when she kept saying 'mY iNneR FemIniSt iS prOtEstiNg' stfu) is written truly makes me want to pull my hair out. It will never be same as writing a story from a women's perspective when you already know what it's like. I'm not saying that men are incapable of understanding the female experience, I'm saying that it's stupid and annoying when a man pretends he does.
Also the lack of historical accuracy boils my blood. Rob claims to have done thorough research on every historical details yet somehow Lilly and Rikkard goes on top of the Statue of Liberty despite the story taking place around 1840 and the statue starting its construction in 1876.
SNS was the last and final original story I've read on Wattpad. I really wish I could go back and keep myself away from that app and read an actual book. But it's the only place I could go to when I lost my sanity. Let me know how you feel about the book. I know there's barely anyone in the fandom, but please tell me your perspective.
P.S. can someone tell me where Rob used the slur. I read about many people talking about it but I cannot remember or recognize where it is.
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I know this may come off kind of whiny and is possibly more specific to living in the US being as itâs so individualistic, but what I wish partnered people especially (and to a lesser extent folks who live with roommates) understood about being single/living alone is just how much fucking time I spend by myself.
Iâm not a person who canât handle time alone! I donât mind doing things by myself, even public things like going to the movies or going out to eat! I think Iâm great company! But the thing about being single & not having a default person/people for a lot of these things is that all the novelty of doing things alone, or any benefit you might get from taking some alone time, is kind of erased.
Itâs not a âfun solo movie night!â if every time I sit down to watch TV, Iâm by myself. Itâs not âtaking myself on a date!â if the majority of the time when I eat any meal, or go do anything, Iâm alone. I keep busy, yâall. I have the most active social calendar of almost anyone I know, because I love my friends, and also by necessity. My coworkers - most of whom I would never choose to spend time with - are already the people I see the most of in a week. If I didnât make an effort to see friends as much as possible outside of work, theyâd be the only people I saw regularly, and that would be fucking me up even more than it already is.
I like living alone, I like being able to do my own thing, Iâm proud of myself that I donât let not having a person to do something with keep me from doing something. And sometimes I really fucking wish I had company for some of this shit. Wish I didnât always have to run errands by myself, because it would be more fun with a friend. Wish I had someone I could ask to come with me to check on my friendâs cat, because I donât know if her roommate is going to be home and it might be awkward. Wish there was someone to chat with while I did chores, or have an actual movie night with so it felt like an actual occasion, or, you know, literally anything mundane that could be done with another person, because sure I see and talk to my friends a lot, but thatâs usually for an activity or an event - weâre going out to eat! weâre going to watch a specific show! - and rarely just to do the daily mundane shit that I always have to do by myself.
#I went to a baseball game by myself yesterday because no one was available/interested in coming with me#and it was fun! I'm glad i went!#but I was also surrounded by people who were there with their families etc. and I wished I wasn't by myself#things like the train being delayed half an hour just feel more doable when you have someone to chat with#instead of sadly eavesdropping on other people's conversations and trying to commiserate that way :(#and I have to run this errand to my friend's cat today and I wish I had someone to go with me#and then I'm watching the indy 500 alone and that's maybe for the best bc in the past when I've had friends over#they aren't that interested in it#but it's still just another thing I'm doing alone#it just gets tiring#and like I said I'm sure this is in some ways class/country specific#it would be different if I lived with roommates sure but I don't really want to do that#and it would be different if I had a partner too but I'm not trying to put all my eggs in one basket of searching for that#I just wish more ppl my age were interested in creating local community/friendship networks#and trying to circumvent some of this and do more things together#instead of just continuing the pattern of prioritizing one romantic relationship/the nuclear family structure#anyway. pity session over.#going to get off the couch and go check on my friend's cat#she's like the only friend I have that's also interested in *not* buying into the nuclear family monogamy BS so I gotta show up for her lol
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officially finished yellowjackets s2 I'm hrghrgnrghrnggnng <- rabid
#thoughts#yellowjackets#yellowjackets posting#blind ranting in tags#MISTYYYY MY FAVORITE MISTTYYYYYY#her dynamic w walter makes me hysterical they're both awful people they're perfect for each other. she's more unhinged though#also MISTY. MISTY YOUR FUCKING BIRD. YOU CAN'T SKIP OFF TO A CULT WITH AN AFRICAN GREY IN THAT SMALLASS CAGE. MISTY CALIGULA WILL STARVE#WHY DO YOU EVEN OWN THAT THAT'S UNETHICAL. AT LEAST TRY MAN COME ON#GOOOOODDDDD GOD GOD THIS SHOW.. IT'S VERY GOOD...#nat............ :( god though. her entire life her entire story. nat#I have not said a word abt shauna in all my ranting but ooh shauna.. she's. second favorite character. and callie.. they're both trying#both trying to love each other and work things out when neither of them will communicate properly. and jeff too I guess#I really love callie. she's trying to hold herself together and love + trust her family when she's surrounded by nonstop lying and#secrets that scare her and only make things more confusing#taissa.. HOOKED on her story.. v worried about her family. the new puppy better be taken care of#a part of me refuses to believe anything truly supernatural is happening; they Are a bunch of traumatized people#but then the symbols are unexplained; how they were already there; who put them there; etc; 'it' as a physical presence. a house even#and even lottie twists 'its' meanings to fit the situation; first it chose nat-- then it chose javi.#javi. javi. aghhghh. the shots can be so dark sometimes I can't make out the environment he hit out in#and now coach is there..! very worried about how he hasn't shown up present-day so I think he's going to die. he might freeze out there#gonna be honest I thought he was going to end things when he was lost in his own fantasies of a better life. I thought he would've#fled into that headspace and never come out#that mystery of the dripping in the cabin left unsolved. could've been a leak? something that could've aided the fire?
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đChiron In the Housesđ
Chiron in your chart can tell you which part of your life is a touchy subject for you. Depending on the house itâs in, it can reveal the themes of your life that may have affected you greatly, or an area in your life that you may be insecure about.
Chiron in the 1Hđ§đźââď¸
Something you may have struggled with through out your life is your appearance/self esteem. Those with this placement may have been bullied for their looks or something about them physically has been commented on/brought attention to plenty of times. The type of person to invest in plastic surgery they may not even need, or lose/gain a few extra pounds when their body is fine as it is. This placement, ironically enough; is found in people who overdo themselves with enhancements/plastic surgery/makeup etc even when itâs unnecessary. Prone to facial/body dysmorphia. What I find interesting however is that this placement usually naturally glows up at some point in their life as they get older, but the scars still remain; so they usually can continue being insecure for a long time and/or can seem to accept or believe any compliments given to them until they heal.
Chiron in the 2Hđ´
Similar to chiron in the 1H, this placement struggles with self worth/self esteem to a heightened degree, however instead of stemming from appearance it stems more so from financial instability/self worth in general. This placement could have grew up in a financially unstable environment and family where money wasnât always present, and their needs were barely met; let alone their wants. These are the people who didnât grow up with the latest video game, the newest car, the nicest house, expensive clothes/shoes. These were the people who had or barely had enough to get by growing up. Growing up they could have been surrounded by people who had more than them, or at least had more basic necessities than they did which in turn caused them to get judged or bullied. This is a placement that people are looked down upon for not having/affording nice things. This placement usually makes one an extremely hard worker growing up so they can have everything they didnât have when young and not have to deal with it again. Without healing this wound however, these people could be prone to growing up superficial and judgmental just like their bullies in youth. They can start judging others who have less than them, and assessing others worth by what they have materially; because this is how they were treated growing up.
Chiron in the 3Hđ§
These people could have struggled in school and may have been held back in grades. A slow learner, to say the least. They may have had a hard time learning and/or dropped out of high school or college. These people also may struggle with speech difficulties, could have grew up with a stutter or wasnât able to speak/process things properly throughout their childhood and they could have been bullied for this. They could have been made to feel âstupidâ, âslowâ or âdumbâ to their peers or family. They also may have simply grew up naive or very child like, maybe even sheltered and people could have traumatized them once they discovered the real world. This placement could also NOT get along with their siblings. People with this placement I know have been taunted, mistreated, or on the receiving end of jealousy by siblings both in childhood and adulthood.
Chiron in the 4Hđ TW: ABUSE
These people could have had a very negative upbringing or family life. Home life was unstable, the father or mother could have not been very involved. Iâve noticed people with these placements could have been physically, emotionally or even sexually abused at home. Could have had a step parent that was abusive or one or both of the parents could have passed away. Some people with this placement could have been in foster care and/or traveled house to house to live with relatives/others who will take them in. They could of grew up with a lot of fighting in the house, I also noticed people with this placement could of had a parent that had an affair and this could of changed the whole trajectory of the home. If no abuse, then these people could have also been heavily mistreated or neglected in their family and almost treated like a stranger, and very outcasted within their family as well. These are the people who usually move out as soon as they can as they grow up and cut all contact immediately from family. Family could used the individual for personal gain. The family could have been extremely toxic, misogynistic, racist, overtly religious and/or diagnosed with mental illnesses such as NPD.
Chiron in the 5Hđ§đťâđź
These people struggle to be themselves and step outside the box. This placement is one where youâre afraid to accept any praise, as you feel youâre undeserving. These people usually feel like theyâre not supposed to be happy or have nice things. They could have grew up with a negative, bitter family who influenced them to be overly humble to the point of self hatred. These were the people where the family could have threw things that they do for them in their face, even those it was basic necessities. âI put a roof over your head and food in your mouth!â this placement could of grew up feeling like they owe their parents something for bare minimum treatment. These people werenât allowed to express themselves, to be themselves or to make their own decisions growing up. They were almost always practically controlled by their parents into being their personal robot. They feel guilty for enjoying themselves, loving themselves, having a good time or even just being happy. This is the ultimate placement thatâs giving âIf I canât, why should youâ. Not that itâs their fault, but Iâve never met a person with this placement who wasnât the ultimate party pooper. Without healing, these people could grow up to become judgmental and bitter towards those who are living their best life. They could also struggle with fertility issues as well.
Chiron in the 6Hđď¸
I feel like this placement is ridiculously hard on themselves no matter what they achieve in life. These are the people who I can honestly say are over givers, yet they feel like theyâre still not giving enough. They could have struggled with keeping a set routine for themselves or even practicing basic hygiene growing up. But this is because this placement is a placement where nobody taught them anything that they know, they had to learn everything on their own. These people could be called lazy for wanting to take a simple break. Their lives usually revolve around work or doing their job. They can also be the type of people who is always trying to make everyone else happy except for themselves. I usually see people with this placement get taken advantage of because of their overly giving and forgiving nature. The reason these people are the way they are is because they grew up in a household that never gave them anything they have. They always felt like they had to prove themselves to others that theyâre worthy of basic human decency. They do their best to help and do nice things for others because they were practically on their own soon as they came out of the womb. :(
Chiron in the 7HđŠââ¤ď¸âđ¨
Oh boy, this placement is harsh. Those with Chiron in the 7H are people who have been deeply traumatized by love/relationships. These people usually end up with really bad partners who end up cheating, using, degrading and/or abusing them. I find this placement similar to Saturn in the 7H, however Chiron here is way more intense. These people feel like they keep going through the same cycle over and over in regards to love. They could have been traumatized by multiple relationships but the people Iâve met with this placement usually have that 1 relationship that changed their whole outlook on love in general. This is somebody whoâs went through so many manipulative mind games in love that they start to lose hope. Once healed however, those with this placement end up becoming very mature and healthy individuals in regards to love and relationships. These people usually find âthe oneâ once they start healing from the trauma of this placement. If unhealed, Relationships/marriage to people with this placement slowly start to lose its appeal once they get older because they put it in their mind that every man/woman is the same. Unfortunately, people who have been disappointed enough times with this placement start to turn so bitter that they become a misandrist/misogynist at some point in time. Thatâs why itâs important to heal if you have this placement, because itâs a harsh one that really starts to affect the mind internally.
Part 2 is on its way âşď¸
#astro notes#astro observations#zodiac#astrology#chiron#scorpio#aries#taurus#gemini horoscope: star sign dates#cancer#leo astrology#virgo#libra
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HELLFIRE
18+ / mdi
summary: whenever he was at a crossroads, seokmin always knew he could turn to god. however, with the recent thoughts you've been putting in his head, he's not sure god will show him the answer this time around.
content: virgin!seokmin, catholic!seokmin, religious repression, old fashioned and exaggerated catholic beliefs, very brief mention of homophobia, very conservative beliefs, a lowkey cult-ish view of catolicism oops, seokmin is veryyy socially awkward and not used to socialization outside of religion, his parents are super overbearing, lots of family tensions, seokmin has an estranged brother (jeonghan), conflicting emotions about god, sexual repression, reader is an atheist, afab reader, smut, dry humping, oral (m and f receiving), handjob, penetrative sex, loss of virginity, etc.
wc: 13k
a/n: she's here!! i didnt write an outline for this and i kinda only focused on seokmin's pov for this which makes reader kinda look like she's trying to corrupt him for no reason lol but i promise its still fluffy and cute <3
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Normalcy for Seokmin had always equated to the church. It was what he'd known since childhood and what he grew up surrounded by up until his current age.
His upbringing had been good by all accounts. Although he had an estranged brother who he didn't get to see too often, he had a father and a mother who cherished him like no one else. His financial means were also to be envied, as he was raised in a wealthy part of town and had always been surrounded by an upper class community â a heavily religious community.
This community was one that Seokmin always respected and cherished. Being brought up going from one private catholic school onto the next as he aged, Seokmin never knew anything other than the constant supervision of nuns and religious figures who would constantly guide him in the right direction (at least according to the bible). While others may think this lifestyle to be restricting, Seokmin knew it to be the proper path for a young man to follow. He never complained about the bi-weekly mass he had to attend with his parents, nor about the separation by gender that was mandated by his school. Seokmin knew all his prayers by heart and was sure of what his role in society must be. In short, Seokmin knew and did all things proper and by the letter.
As a young man (at the ripe age of 20), Seokmin finally found himself in a society that was not of catholic background. After transferring from a two year college in town (one centered around catholic studies, of course), Seokmin was now readying himself to move away from home in order to finalize his education in a fully co-ed institution for the following two years.
It wasn't like Seokmin had never interacted with people outside of the church (or with women in general). He was simply a bit on the shier side when it came to non-religious endeavors and usually only stuck by his religious community, which often abided by old-fashioned rules found in the bible. For instance, Seokmin had been so dedicated to the church that he would usually spend his free time volunteering at the church's food drive or performing with his church group at various family-friendly events around town. This meant that Seokmin's inner circle always consisted of people who had an almost identical ideology as that of his own.
Seokmin felt bad at admitting this (which was why he never vocalized these thoughts), but he could sometimes get a bit tired of the consistency of his life. It was a constant repetition of events surrounded by the same exact people time and time again. He never had any opportunity to be challenged or observe outside opinions, specially not with the constant supervision his community gave youth like him (something about wanting him to follow the right path unlike his older brother). Seokmin knew and trusted his beliefs, so he felt a bit infantilized whenever his own family would become overbearing while ensuring Seokmin didn't go off the rails like his brother had â his brother, who was still a quite a sore subject for him.
And now, Seokmin felt excitement. Knowing he would finally be able to explore the outside world and experience the last couple of years of his college life not under the watchful eye of his church. However, as a strong believer himself, Seokmin had still ensured he would have time to attend mass every week and maybe join a religious club on campus. Although he sometimes felt scrutinized by his family and community, Seokmin had never once faked his belief in God. I mean, it was all he had known thus far and all he felt he could really count on no matter what.
When the day to move into his dorms finally arrived, Seokmin had a difficult time hiding his excitement. His community had thrown him a goodbye party, allowing him to be the main focus of the night as one by one, every adult figure in his life bid their farewells accompanied by thinly veiled warnings to not fall into the bad habits sometimes found in non-religious communities. Seokmin was pure-minded at heart, so he took these warnings with a warm and heartfelt gratitude, knowing that despite his desire to expand his horizons, it was important he kept his beliefs safe.
Thanks to his parents, Seokmin had the fortune of being able to rent a room away from the dorms. His parents had insisted, claiming that dorm life could get quite rowdy and that a roommate who had not been pre-approved by them may give him a bad influence and lead him towards an unholy path. Seokmin, already slightly nervous about heading into the world on his own, agreed in order to give himself a safe space of solitude in case he needed it.
The apartment was pretty close to the dorms themselves, allowing Seokmin a calm commute in his bike every day for his classes. Thus far, he had been in the city for a week, still having a few days before school actually began. He had attended his church club already, meeting all the other members and scouting out who he may be able to befriend in the near future. Everyone seemed pretty much like the preppy rich kids he had grown up with all throughout his years of catholic school. There was a bit more of variety among the people in the club than back home, with the club allowing for co-ed inclusion of members (something which was quite common in church groups, though Seokmin had grown too accustomed by his non co-ed upbringing). They also seemed to come from different backgrounds, but ultimately Seokmin could tell that just like him, they were very likely brought up in a very coddled and comfortable way. This was how your presence in the club first stood out to him.
While everyone seemed very put together and happy to be there, you caught Seokmin's attention right away. Your visible discomfort was the first thing Seokmin noticed. Though you looked as nice and welcoming as anyone else, Seokmin could see that you seemed like a closed book. Your eyes did not light up the same as the rest of the members, nor did you actively participate in the icebreaker activities set up by the club. Seokmin also caught onto the fact that the other members already knew each other (likely from previous years at the college), while they treated you like a black sheep. And of course, Seokmin couldn't help but notice your appearance, which made it difficult for him to look away from you.
Of course, Seokmin had had female friends in the past. It's not like his church separated the pews by gender or anything like that. Seokmin was just slightly reserved. With his constant attendance at institutions that insisted upon gender separation at all times and very overbearing parents, Seokmin never really had the chance to form any type of relationship with any girl throughout his youth. He had teamed up with other female volunteers while working at charities and had even been in charge of showing new girls in the community around the church's premises. However, these were very isolated instances.
As of the past twenty years, Seokmin was yet to ever really think about women liberally. He was always taught that time for those things would come eventually, whatever that meant. It was something that had been repeated to him by both his parents, neighbors, the reverend, and even at some point by his brother (though his brother had said it in a sarcastic tone, which confused Seokmin even further).
And now here he was, sitting quietly across the room from you as he watched you in silence, barely paying attention to whichever new activity the group leaders were discussing for the first charity event they'd hold during the upcoming semester.
You were pretty. Seokmin could tell that much. His mind did not process anything other than your features for almost the entirety of the meeting, being far too occupied by analyzing every inch of your person as he unknowingly held his breath.
His eyes on you did not seem to catch your attention at any point, but they did catch the attention of a fellow member of the group who was sitting near him.
"You know her?", asked the nameless member.
"Oh, uh, what? No, I was justâ "
"She's not really a member here, you know. Just kind of an honorary one, I guess."
"What do you mean?", he finally took his eyes off you due to his sudden interest in the conversation.
"Her parents pay for her tuition as long as she can prove she's an active member of the local catholic community. Apparently she just pretends for them, but her parents still somehow bought her way into the club", the guy lowered his voice to a whisper, "I heard she's an atheist, man. We just have to kinda ignore she's there."
Though Seokmin knew that his parents' immediate reaction to such gossip would be shock at the blatant disrespect you were showing towards your parents who clearly just wanted you to not stray away from the path of God, Seokmin was more annoyed at the guy who found it so easy to talk about you behind your back completely unprompted.
While Seokmin couldn't understand why someone would claim themselves atheist when it was so clear to him how life had been created, he still saw it wrong to judge someone for their beliefs. It was oftentimes that churchgoers back home would exhibit malicious intentions such as what he'd just witnessed from his fellow group member. You were clearly not bothering anyone and even looked pretty aware of the alienation the members were putting you through, so Seokmin couldn't help but feel sad for you.
He shyly shrugged off the guy who had made him privy to your information and went back to staring at you as you sat back and seemingly waited for the bi-weekly meeting to end.
Despite catching his curiosity that day, Seokmin did not end up having any contact with you, being way too shy to even hold eye contact with you as the meeting ended.
Days passed and Seokmin finally started school. He had to admit, he felt completely out of his league. Thanks to his parents, he was never properly socialized as a child. While most members of the church would have active social lives outside of their ministry (even going to public schools and participating in non-catholic leisure activities), Seokmin had always been confined into a box that only allowed him to interact with other heavily religious people. This was never a problem to Seokmin, who was happy to dedicate his life to the lord. Except now it was proving troublesome.
Since professors had a tendency to get liberal during discussions at times, he felt scandalized by many of the subjects spoken about during class. He also felt awkward interacting with other people his age, who would share very different beliefs from his own. Seokmin had even attempted to dabble into social media at some point now that he was not under his parent's' watchful eye, but even that had him feeling unseemly.
Overall, Seokmin felt embarrassed at how little life experience he had due to having dedicated his entire life thus far to serving both God and his parents. He was beginning to understand why his brother Jeonghan had left home as soon as he turned of age. He had always judged him for it, but his judgment was beginning to fade away.
Now that he no longer had his parents nor community around (much less his brother), the only comfort he could turn to was that of his nightly prayers.
His struggles continued for the following weeks, with Seokmin becoming a bit of an outcast in most social situations. He was quite outgoing in the church, but this was a completely different environment in which he felt ridiculous every time he tried to interact with people who had had far more social advantages and freedom than he did growing up.
Keeping a low profile had been easy to achieve for Seokmin. He decided after a few very awkward interactions that he would simply become an outcast and stick to himself, only ever interacting with his church club the few times a week they'd meet (though unfortunately never having the courage to interact with you). This seemed to work up until the second week of school, in which Seokmin's women's studies teacher informed the class they'd be doing a partner project for the entirety of the semester.
Seokmin had taken the class against his parents' wishes, feeding them with a white lie that it was part of the necessary curriculum in order to graduate. He argued to himself that this was a subject he would never be exposed to in his community, knowing his community to be slightly ... old-fashioned. This part of his life always made him embarrassed, â not really sharing many of the beliefs his community had tried to drill into him â so he wanted to atone for his lack of knowledge now that he was in a completely independent environment.
Teaming up with someone back home was always easy, as he was quite popular both in church and at school. Here, however, he had already given himself the reputation of awkward and overly dedicated to God â he had stated his devotion to God during the individual introductions they'd done on week 1, leading to low chuckles and uncomfortable looks from his classmates â which was something that the general population did not seem to like. He was avoided by his fellow women's studies classmates since then.
Sure, Seokmin did share a few old-fashioned catholic beliefs such as the necessity devotion to God and the importance of one's purity being kept until marriage, but he did not agree with any other bigoted beliefs shared by many catholic communities. He had genuinely taken this class with the hope to learn and expand his horizons, but most people in it had already decided that he must be a close-minded weirdo.
By some struck of luck, as Seokmin sat back, completely defeated while he watched other people stand up and enthusiastically find a partner, he suddenly heard someone clear their throat to call his attention.
It was you.
He hadn't realized you were taking this class too due to the high mass of students (about 100, give or take). And now he found himself looking up at you from his seat as you gave him what seemed to him like a confident grin.
"Hi, Seokmin," you sat next to him without so much as asking.
Your sitting position was troublesome for Seokmin, as he noticed the way in which your short skirt rid up as you crossed your legs and leaned towards him. You were wearing more revealing clothing today than any other time in which he'd seen you at the bi-weekly meetings. Your attire wasn't provocative by any means, it was just that you were always more covered up at the meetings. Seokmin assumed it might've been due to some scrutiny you may have faced by the members. This made him frown internally.
"Oh ... hi. Y-you know my name?", he sat up from his slouched position and faced his body towards yours, though he was too shy to meet your eyes for too long.
"Of course I do, Seokmin. We're in a church group together, remember?"
You carried a very confident and laid back air to you despite having only spoken to him for the first time just now. You also seemed much livelier than back at the confined room where his fellow church group members gathered. This was likely due to the lack of scrutiny you usually received completely unwarranted while at his church group's meetings.
"Ah, yeah, just, uh, didn't realize you noticed me."
"C'mon, Seokmin. You're the only person in there who doesn't look at me like I killed their dog. Of course I'd notice you."
He wasn't sure how to respond, but that at least answered the question as to whether or not you were aware of the gossip a few of the other members had let him in on.
"I'm sure that's not true ... Iâ "
"It's fine, really. Anyways, I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to partner up?", you suggested, completely unfazed by the mention of your judgmental group mates.
"O-oh. You want to? I mean, yeah! Of course," he couldn't help but feel relieved at the prospect of not having to meet with the professor after class to let her know he'd need her assistance finding a partner.
"Great. Here, put your number in my phone and I'll let you know when I can stop by your place so we can brainstorm," you handed him your phone as if nothing; as if you weren't suggesting going over alone to his apartment unsupervised.
He hesitated but gave you his number, flinching a bit when your hands accidentally touched.
"Thanks. I was thinking this Friday. Is that okay with you?"
"Oh, y-yeah. Sure," he mustered a toothy smile for you.
You giggled under your breath, "Okay, Seokmin. Looking forward to seeing you," there was a permanent smile in your eyes as you spoke to him, making him a bit giddy.
He bid his goodbyes back and finally let out a puff of air when you parted ways.
The rest of the class period was completely wasted to Seokmin. His mind was too giddy and preoccupied with thoughts of seeing you again, this time in a more intimate setting. The thought made him anxious, though he also felt some weird tingling he wasn't fully sure how to describe.
Did this mean you had noticed him too? Had he stood out to you in this huge hall? The thought made him shudder before regaining control of himself and starting to anxiously doodle on his notebook.
He snuck a glance over at the direction in which you left, now localizing your seat. You were talking to a few friends, which confused Seokmin greatly. This meant that you already had friends in this class, so why would you go out of your way to team up with him? Was his curiosity about you maybe mutual? This question would surely be all Seokmin thought about for the next two days until the two of you finally met up to discuss your project.
Seokmin saw you again the following day at second bi-weekly meeting of the week.
Once more, you sat back and said nothing, only bothering to sign your name on the attendance board at the start of the meeting and taking your usual seat away from everyone else.
Your attire was different from what you had been wearing in your women's studies class just a few hours ago. You had donned a long skirt and a long sleeve too instead of the tiny shorts he had seen you wearing previously. This change in attire made no difference to Seokmin, however, since he already knew what your bare legs looked like and could not prevent himself in picturing them as he stared.
Your presence had yet again proved to be incredibly distracting to Seokmin, who had already been thinking about you ever since you had suggested to meet at his place.
There was no one he could ask for advice about what to wear or what to do. His friends back home would frown at the thought of Seokmin even considering an unchaperoned gathering with a girl â especially an self-declared atheist who was simply pretending to be catholic for her parents.
His parents were also not a good option. Seokmin could just picture the gasp in surprise at the revelation that his women's studies class (one which his parents had called 'useless' and 'made up') had enticed him into bringing a girl home while no one else was around. He cringed at the mere thought of them attempting to intercept the situation by barging in and lecturing both you and him on proper relations between man and woman.
Seokmin knew he was overthinking all of this, but he had an internal conflict. On one side, he knew that this was just a regular meeting between classmates to discuss a project, but this was his first time alone with a girl (one he had a bit of a crush on, at that!) On the other side, Seokmin couldn't help but feel like he was breaking his parents' trust. They had explicitly forbid him from ever engaging in any type of relationship with any girl unless she was pre-approved by them (something which they'd already tried and failed at doing with Jeonghan). And on a secret third side of things, Seokmin felt like now that he was alone and untrained on what life was like in the real world, it'd be easy for him to fall susceptible to desire and betray God's word. He hadn't had any unbecoming feelings thus far, but his crush on you was enough for this fear to be instilled in him.
For now, Seokmin had the rest of his school day to worry about, so he pushed these thoughts aside and tried to draw his eyes away from your figure as he attempted to pay attention to whichever biblical lesson the group's assigned leader read from.
This was yet another biblical lesson Seokmin had heard time and time again. Despite his strong devotion to God, Seokmin always felt a little belittled at the constant repetition of teachings he had been hearing since childhood. Were his personal beliefs and devotion to God not enough? Why did he need other people to give him their own ideas of religion when he himself was an expert at all of God's teachings by now?
He related to your current situation in this aspect. Even if he felt comfortable in his religious stance, he had to join this club in order to prove to his parents that he was an active participant in the local religious community. He had to constantly deal with his parents' paranoia that he may stray away from God in the way his brother had. His constant assurance that his relationship with God was too strong for breaking was not enough for them; they simply couldn't help showing up in every corner of his life even as far away as he currently was.
Seokmin sighed at these thoughts and drew them away as much as he could. His mind was already preoccupied with thoughts of you coming over tomorrow evening.
That night he went home and prayed his anxieties away, turning to the only being he could possibly trust with his grievances.
"Hi", you smiled brightly at Seokmin, hands holding onto the handles of your backpack as you stood in front of his open apartment door.
"H-hey."
He stepped aside to let you in, wincing internally as he noticed the short length of the white dress you were wearing. He could tell by now that your personal style was more revealing than what you chose to wear at religious gatherings. He couldn't blame you, but he wished you'd cover up more for his poor sanity.
"Do you wanna do it here or did you wanna do it in your bedroom?", you broke him out of his train of thought.
"H-huh ? D-do what? Oh, oh! Yeah. I mean, here is fine. Unless you want to do it in my bedroom? I mean, do the work in my bedâ yeah!"
He physically winced at his stupid thoughts; the dumb paranoia that this was more than a platonic study date had gotten to him despite having prayed to calm his nerves just minutes before your arrival.
Luckily for him, all you did was giggle under your breath and take a seat on his couch before taking off your backpack and settling your stuff on his table.
Dumbly, he stood there just watching you, catching sight of your dress riding up yet again in the same way it had two days ago in class.
You patted the space on the couch next to you, telling him to come sit, that you 'didn't bite.' The best response he could muster to that was an awkward chuckle and a follow-up on your instruction.
He made sure to leave ample space between the two of you, even making sure to avoid eye contact as he also pulled out a few notes of his own.
Without saying anything, you scoot closer to him, even turning to face him further, though still facing forward for the most part. Your knees were now bumping into his and your scent was near enough to invade his senses.
"Is this okay? Am I too close?", you asked when you noticed him stiffen.
"N-no. I'm sorry. I ... I'm being dumb. You're fine."
"Then how come you won't look this way?", you leaned even further towards him, making sure his eyes couldn't miss yours from his position.
He braved it and turned to face you, though his eyes were trained on your chin rather than your eyes. He now realized there was less distance between you than he thought.
"I'm sorry, I ..."
You interrupted him but grabbing his chin and gesturing him to look into your eyes.
"Do I make you nervous, Seokmin? You can look at me. You know that, right? It's not a sin to look into a girl's eyes", though your words sounded like mockery, your tone was as soft as your eyes.
He gulped and finally allowed himself to look at you. You were far too close now. Things had progressed too quickly, and in ways that Seokmin had thought were ridiculous to assume when he'd been going over the possibilities of your visit today. Yet here he was, eyes nervously staring into yours, trying their hardest to not lower to your lips or cleavage.
"You're exactly as I thought you would be," you started, hand moving from his chin to softly run your thumb on his cheek, "You're not like them. You're sweet ... But you're scared, aren't you?"
He didn't know where this was going, but your tone was soft and your words sweet so he nodded silently.
"It's okay to want things, Seokmin. Doesn't make you a bad person. You wanna please Him, though, don't you? Don't wanna disappoint Him?"
You were seeing right through him. It made him feel both understood but also like he was just as superficial as he thought the judgmental members of your church group to be.
"I just ..."
"It's okay, Seokmin. He'd want you to be happy. I ... I know it's meaningless hearing it from me, but He wouldn't want you to face this turmoil. You can give in. It's okay, I promise", your last words were said in the form of a whisper against his lips.
You were so close he could breathe you in, but his lips were unfortunately still not touching your own. This frustrated Seokmin, though it also relieved him. He felt way too heated to even engage in something as innocent as a kiss.
He knew that his first kiss would only lead to more. He had been so pent up all this years, shaming any desire away from his mind at every opportunity. He had never even pleasured himself, knowing it was frowned upon by God â at least that's the thought that was hammered into him since way too young an age.
He remembered the various conversations in which any thought of a relationship were verbally beaten out of him. He remembered the reaction of his parents when he had let it slip in kindergarten (his last year in a non-catholic institution) that he had a crush on the girl who'd been assigned as his new desk mate. He recalled the way his mom talked down on the four-year old girl, claiming her parents were not catholic and that she would be a bad influence on him. He remembered when his first phone was confiscated from him at fifteen when his father caught him watching the latest Twice music video at the time, claiming such things would lead him to impure thoughts. He remembered the last day he saw his brother two years ago right after a screaming match with his parents who had insulted and demeaned Jeonghan's partner, claiming he would burn in hell for his decisions against the lord's word.
With all these thoughts plaguing his mind, Seokmin let himself become numb to any spiritual consequences that would come from letting himself go. He found himself internally damning anything that wasn't your lips or the feeling of your hand on his cheek and sighed against you when you finally closed the gap.
Seokmin couldn't help himself in whining into your mouth when he felt your tongue tease his mouth open and begin intertwining with his own.
His arms were stiff against his sides and his lips far too shy and sloppy. It worried him that maybe he was not pleasing you in the way you did him, specially when you pulled away and spoke to him.
Your eyes were still on his lips and the distance between you remained small as you spoke up, "Follow my lead, okay Minnie? Let me show you .."
You kissed him again, this time slower and more sensual. It made his eyes roll back.
He took the hint and began moving his tongue in the same way yours did. He also shyly ran his hands up and down your back upon your wordless insistence that his arms wrap around your form. Following your instructions felt natural, though what you did next caught him completely off guard.
Your hands had snuck away from his cheek, with one now pulling at his hair (and making his eyes roll even further back in the process) and your other hand sneaking into his pants, touching him softly through his boxers.
He jumped back and accidentally disconnected your lips, gasping at the sudden intrusion.
"I ... I cant, I don't ..."
"It's okay if you don't want to, Minnie. I should've asked," you drew back a little, making Seokmin jump once again, but this time to make sure you stayed close.
"It's not that, I just ... I don'tâ "
"It's okay to want me. It's okay if you want this. We can stop if you want to, but ... you can want me ... You won't get in trouble, I promise."
Your lips were still close enough for him to reach, making him hesitantly grace them with his own. Thankfully you took the hint, giving him a wanton kiss that had him feeling dizzy.
He thoughtlessly kissed you back, whining any time you did something he particularly liked. You didn't attempt touching under his pants again, now simply sticking to running your hands up and down his clothed chest while his shyly caressed your back.
The kiss got heated pretty quickly, making him extremely light headed. He didn't know where this was going nor how he would feel afterwards, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.
His thoughts were interrupted when your lips left his own and trailed from his cheek to his ear, licking and nibbling at his lobe before whispering in it.
"Is this okay?"
"Yâ yes. Please ..."
Your kisses against his neck had him throwing his head back. If he was mindless before, he was fully without a care now. Even if his community ever found out what he was up to during his first month away from home, he didn't care in this moment. His guilt may come later, but for now all he could do was enjoy your kiss.
"Can I play with you, Minnie?", you pulled away and gave him a sweet peck before asking.
"You ... It's wrong, Iâ He'll ..."
"He won't know, Minnie. It's okay. It'll feel so good."
You hesitantly snuck your hand under his trousers once more, slowly enough to allow him to deny you should he wish to. His sinful desire for you prevented him from moving, so you continued until your hand was wrapped around him.
"Aâ ah ... Yâ you ... I've never ..." he sighed.
"Never touched yourself like this before?"
"'s not allowed, I ... I shouldn't ..."
"It's okay. I'm just taking care of you. Nothing wrong with taking care of your needs, right Minnie?"
He felt mocked by how ridiculous it sounded coming out of your mouth. But he still felt guilt. Guilt at every moan that left his mouth as you slowly rubbed up and down his length. Guilt at the way he wanted your lips back on his. Guilt at how difficult it was for him to drag his gaze away from your soft mounds peaking from your cleavage.
One thing was betraying everything his parents had always warned him about, but betraying God's word made him feel like he'd burn up until the day he faced his punishment.
Except he couldn't bring you to stop. He couldn't prevent himself in mindlessly nodding at you and asking you to please not stop.
Suddenly you grabbed his arm, directing it towards your chest. You must've noticed his heavy eyes eyeing your cleavage and realized what thoughts had been going through his perverted mind.
"Wanna touch them? It's okay, just ... just squeeze, yeah? That's it, fuck ... You're so pretty, Minnie," you sighed oh so prettily as soon as he followed your direction and experimentally squeezed at your clothed breasts.
He moaned and moaned at both your touch on him and his on yours. But he began to panic when he felt himself heating up more and more, feeling like he would soon reach a crescendo that he would never be able to fall back from.
"It's okay, Minnie. Let go. Let go for me, pretty. I'll take care of you," you must've sensed his panic and shut him up with your tongue in his mouth, swallowing his whines of pleasure as his end took over him.
He had never felt such pleasure before. Every touch you gave him was better than the last, making him wonder what other sinful acts with you would end up feeling like. He shuddered at the thought and went back to the blissful state his high was giving him.
You kept whispering soft praises to him, telling him that it was okay and that he could let go. He hadn't realized that he was crying until one of your hands softly wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed softly at them. He felt more loved by your care than he ever had before. The seed of doubt was then planted into his head; why would such a loving an intimate act ever be seen as anything but holy?
He began to feel corrupted, but also conflicted on his thoughts on the matter. One thing he knew for sure, however; this would not be enough â he would seek you again and again.
After even more caring words from you, the two of you parted ways with no work done. You kissed him goodbye and told him you'd see him again soon. He responded shyly but you accepted it with yet another kiss and finally left his apartment.
That night Seokmin attempted to pray his conflicting thoughts away once more, but even then, Seokmin left mention of you out of his prayers, fearing that acknowledging your sudden and rapid effect on him would be the downfall of his purity and of the already strained relationship with his parents.
The following Monday, Seokmin saw you again at the first of the two bi-weekly meetings of your church group. As per usual, you sat alone on a corner while the rest of the club engaged in conversation with one another.
Seokmin chose to sit back once again, deciding to watch you from afar rather than participate in the conversation like he usually did, except this time you began to occasionally look back at him with a sweet smile. Your eye contact would cause him to look down with a blush, but after enough instances of catching your eye, he decided to shyly smile back at you. This proved to be fruitful, as you suddenly stood up and quietly walked your way over to him. Due to the conversation being led by the other group members, your new seat next to Seokmin went unnoticed, causing Seokmin's nerves to not flare up too much.
It was wordless but soft, the way in which you shared a seat with him and offered him yet another sweet smile. He felt giddy at having your attention in such a way. He was aware that he barely knew you, but having you become part of his life (in any way you may have wanted) made him feel a sense of pride he had never felt before.
The two of you spent the rest of the meeting giving each other shy smiles and playing tick tack toe on his notebook. When it was time to part ways, you finally spoke up and told Seokmin you needed to head back first, as your next class was far away. Seokmin wanted to offer to walk you, but was interrupted by another member of the group who called his attention â the same guy who had previously warned him about you. Due to the standoffish manner in which other group members behaved around you, you left awkwardly while Seokmin frowned and stayed back.
Slightly frustrated at not being able to bid you a proper goodbye (or walk with you as he had wished to offer), Seokmin's demeanor to his group mate was less polite than usual.
"What, are you two friends?", asked the member in a somewhat accusatory tone.
"I ... Yeah, maybe. Why?"
"I wouldn't advise that, Seokmin. She's a bad influence. I mean, you haven't been participating as much as when you first got here. It starts when you least expect it. Just don't want you to fall down a bad path."
"What bad path?"
"She was part of our faith at some point. Until she got corrupted, and now she just infiltrates our spaces like a nuance. She'll corrupt you in the same way if you're not careful. Take the advice, brother. Just don't get too close," and with that, he gave Seokmin a condescending nod and made his way out.
Since leaving home, Seokmin had forgotten how many churchgoers would cross boundaries without much care. How they would use the excuse of being 'sons and daughters' of God to be judgmental.
He saw no issue with your behavior. Maybe you had kissed Seokmin and maybe you had ... done other stuff to him. But you weren't a bad person for that. It wasn't like Seokmin stopped you (or even wanted to stop you). He wasn't sure why he felt so defensive over his groupmate's advice, but he couldn't help but be peeved off by this interaction for the rest of the day.
His mood stayed so sour towards his groupmate's harsh judgment of you that he had forgotten to do his nightly prayer before going to sleep, even forgetting to send a message with his blessings to his parents like he usually did.
The next morning he awoke to some overbearing messages from his parents inquiring why he had not messaged them the night prior. Seokmin was surprised at himself when his first reaction to their myriad of messages was to roll his eyes and lock his phone back up. He loved his parents, but his separation from them had quickly showed him how controlling they tended to be. But Seokmin realized it wasn't only them; it was the entirety of the puritanical and judgmental community he had grown up with.
Despite having only hung out with you once, you were already a breath of fresh air to Seokmin. You didn't judge him over his shy and socially awkward demeanor. He had a hunch that since you two belonged to the same church group and had likely had similar upbringings, you probably understood why he was the way that he was. Unlike everyone else he had met at this school so far (other than the other members of the church group), you weren't mean to him nor did you ever ignore him. You had seeked him out! The thought still gave him butterflies.
~
The two of you continued to casually hang out like this over the next week or so, though it usually tended to be only while on meetings with your church group or during your women's studies class.
Contrasting with your previous meeting, any time the two of you would hang out now mostly consisted of working on your project or getting to know each other. He had come to find out that you were here on a scholarship and that, as the nosy guy in your church group had stated, you were only attending the church group to appease your parents' belief that you should maintain some type of connection to God regardless of your beliefs in catholicism. You didn't get too much into it, but you also informed Seokmin that despite what the group members believed, you did not have a bad relationship with your parents due to your contrasting beliefs. This made Seokmin envious, pondering about how his parents would react should he ever find himself changing his faith.
Through the few times you saw each other in class, Seokmin grew to like you more and more. He knew now that he felt something for you that he had never before. He had a crush, for arguably one of the first times in his life. There were also more sinister feelings dwelling in his mind, however. Sometimes he would think back to that day alone in his apartment, when you took his innocence (though only partially). He wanted more, but he felt like he was simultaneously sinning and disrespecting you by even thinking about it. He still felt conflicted about last time, thinking himself a sinner and a bad son for disobeying both God and his parents, but he couldn't help himself in wanting more.
A few days later, Seokmin saw you yet again at your shared women's studies class.
Seokmin was completely unable to pay any attention to class today. Unfortunately for his sanity, you had recently begun to sit next to him every time the two of you shared this class. Seokmin had grown accustomed to sitting alone at the very back row of the auditorium in which your women's class was given. The first day he had sat next to a few people, but after mentioning his devotion to God during his personal introduction, he found people not only avoiding his eye and snickering at him but even going out of their way to sit away from him. You had been the sole exception, deciding to sit with him a few days after your meeting at his apartment, now smiling at him as you sat side by side.
Today, you have him more trouble than usual. You sent him flirtatious smiles during the entirety of class, even occasionally gracing your hand slowly on his leg. This had him shuddering and completely distracted, but he couldn't bring himself to stop you. You gave him a thrill he had never experienced before. While his mind before meeting you had always been dedicated to thinking of God and his duties as a member of the church, his mind was now fully occupied by you. As silly as it sounded, he had never felt the thrill of a crush before (specially not one that was reciprocated like this), and now he didn't know how to act.
"Hey, Minnie," you whispered to him as your professor lectured in the background.
"Y- yeah?"
"Wanna meet at my apartment after class today to study?", you now whispered right against his ear, finger drawing figures on his thigh.
"Oh, Iâ Of course," he coughed out.
You only giggled quietly in response and went back to paying attention to class (though still occasionally doodling cute hearts in Seokmin's notebook).
After class, the two of you walked together. Only a few minutes into your walk through campus, you slipped your hand into his. He was surprised by this, but allowed himself to squeeze yours back. His heart soared when you started swinging your intertwined hands back and forth.
Was this what romance felt like? The thought alone made Seokmin feel giddier than he had ever before. He relished in the simple act of holding your hand and felt pride any time you'd stop for a few seconds to say hi to some friends, never once letting go of his hand and even giving a quick introduction of his name.
You were quite literally heaven on Earth to Seokmin. He couldn't wait to get to know you even further.
~
Walking to your place took about half an hour, but it was worth it the moment the two of you stepped in and you immediately pushed Seokmin against the wall, stealing a kiss from him.
"Minnie ... Been thinking about you since last time ..." you kissed at his neck, pulling his collared neckline out of the way.
"Me too ..."
"Yeah? What'd you think about?", you paused to pull back and look at him, "You don't regret it, do you? Was I too much?", your tone was genuine, more genuine than he had ever heard anyone direct themselves to him.
"N-no, of course not. I've, uh, I wanted more ... Just .. was too shy to ask."
"Aw, Minnie. You don't have to be shy with me. We can do anything you're comfortable with," you shared a sweet smile with him before pulling him back in for a heated kiss.
This was only Seokmin's second instance in kissing you, â last time having been only over a week back â but he now found it easier to match your rhythm and play with your tongue in ways that had you humming against his lips. He wanted to give you pleasure in the way you'd given it to him. So far he felt like he'd been doing well with the kissing. You somehow walked him over to your bedroom without disconnecting your lips, making his heart speed up at the thought of what was coming up next.
He yelped against your lips when you pushed and straddled him on the bed, hands too shy to know where to touch. Fortunately, you didn't leave him hanging for long and positioned them on your waist for him.
"Minnie ... I don't wanna pressure you. So we're gonna do something similar to last time, yeah?"
He was of course in agreement, but ...
"I ... I wanna make you feel good too ... Please?", he almost winced at how pathetic he sounded. He also had absolutely no idea of how to please you. He had never even considered watching porn (being told he'd go to hell for even entertaining such thoughts), nor had he ever received any type of sexual education. As lame as it sounded, Seokmin was completely clueless as to what women did for pleasure. He had been clueless as to how male pleasure worked up until you had shown him.
"Do you want me to teach you how, Minnie?", you asked while unbuttoning his shirt.
"Please ..."
You kissed him again in response, wordlessly taking off both his and your clothes. When you finished, Seokmin couldn't help but feel exposed. However, the thought of his own nudity (sans his boxers) left his mind as soon as he realized you were also down to just your underwear.
With his mouth agape and his arms not knowing where to go, Seokmin simply sat under you and sweat bullets as he attempted not to stare anywhere below your chin.
Noticing his nervous demeanor, you giggled at him and put your hand on his cheek while the other remained on his shoulder.
"Oh, Minnie ... So pretty. Do you even know how pretty you are?", you ran your hands up and down his chest in a sweet manner, "And I'm the only one who gets to see it, hmm? All mine?",
"Y-your .... yes ... for you."
"Fuck. I'm gonna have so much fun with you. Gonna teach you everything."
Despite your words' effect on him, his main focus right now was your almost bare body and its proximity to him. He could feel the heat of your skin against his. His mind kept thinking about what you must look like beneath your underwear, with his eyes heavy and glued to your covered breasts.
"Want me to take off my bra, Minnie? You just have to ask. I'll go as far as you want to go," you pecked his lips yet again, still running your hands up and down his chest.
"Y-yeah. Wanna see you. Is that ... is that okay? Just wanna make you feel as- as good as you did me ..."
Your breath hitched, "Oh, angel ... So sweet and selfless. I'll show you. Fuck, I'll show you everything."
You separated yourself from him a bit in order to give him a full view. Then, in slow and sensual movements, you threw off your bra, proceeding to caress your own breasts as you gave Seokmin a sultry look.
Fuck.
What type of teachings were preventing him from seeing you in your barest of forms? You were nothing lesser than art itself. You were so warm and beautiful; so soft and perfect â both inside and out. Seokmin couldn't believe he had ever considered such things to be scandalous (which admittedly, he still kind of believed). At the same time, he was kind of glad he had never engaged in such acts before, because it allowed for you to be the first (and hopefully last) woman he would ever see in such an intimate setting.
Those thoughts aside, Seokmin was short-circuiting. He was so distracted he didn't even notice you removing your panties and settling back on his lap until you verbally called his attention again.
"Minnie? Wanna feel them? Hmm?", your hands were already on his, leading them directly to your soft mounds.
"F-fuck," he couldn't help but groan upon feeling the weight of them on his hands, "you're so beautiful ... Y-you're, oh fuck-"
Words could not express the unimaginable beauty he was witnessing, nor the arousal he felt at having you so bare and willing in front of him. He didn't know what to do or how he was supposed to react. He felt kind of bad at his wordless state, but he couldn't help being speechless at feeling such pleasure from merely seeing you.
"Like this, Minnie. Just- fuck ... yeah, like that ..." you instructed for his thumbs to play with your nipples, even making him pinch at them. Your sighs and the way you arched your back were enough for Seokmin to want to leave everything behind and dedicate his life to your pleasure.
"K- kiss them? Please, Minnie ..."
He took your order immediately, leaning down to kiss around your nipples, glasses fogging from the close proximity to your skin.
Your sighs intensified and your hand moved to angle his head so that his lips would land on your nipple. Taking the hint, he enveloped your pert nipple in between his lips and sucked, licking and nibbling at it as he saw fit. Eventually he lost himself a bit, allowing his hands to fondle your breasts desperately as he whined into your breast. Your whines for more made him lose his mind, leading to his mind fogging up even more.
This progressed for a while until you finally moved his head away from your tits and stole a wet kiss from his lips.
"You're so good, Minnie. So obedient ... Such a good boy for me," you breathed against his lips, wiping his foggy glasses before slipping them back on.
He physically keened at your praise, not at all used to being praised for such filthy behavior but still extremely pleased he was making you feel good.
"Now ... now I'm gonna show you how to make me feel good, yeah? Still wanna try that, angel?"
He nodded too enthusiastically, glasses coming out of place due to his enthusiasm.
"Okay, baby," you giggled, "Need you to kneel on the floor for me, okay? Right between my legs ..."
Oh. You wanted him to-
He had never explored his sexual desires in any way, so he was fully unaware where exactly this was going, but the thought of looking up at you while he made you feel good between your legs sounded like the holiest act known to human.
He followed your direction, groaning when he saw the hidden space between your legs glisten.
"Oh, God ..."
"Shh, don't use the lord's name in vain, Minnie", you were just teasing, but somehow the reminder of his lord made Seokmin feel a small pang of guilt at the thought of the sin he had been actively committing with you thus far. He decided to push it aside and continue on his path. Nothing mattered to him more right now than your utmost pleasure.
"Lick it?" you used your fingers to open up your folds, letting out even more honey for Seokmin to gawk at.
Wordlessly he got closer and closer, up until his tongue was able to flick at the length of your folds. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding at the taste of your essence, becoming instantly obsessed with its warmth. What he was even more obsessed with, however, was the whine you let out at such a simple touch.
Was it possible for him â an inexperienced and sheltered boy â to make someone like you â a gorgeous and clearly knowledgeable girl â feel this good? He needed to test the theory so he kept licking to his heart's contentment, following the directions your hand gave him as you guided his head against you.
He licked shyly at first, only sucking every now and then as he did his best to act accordingly to the sounds you were making. It didn't help that his mind was plagued by your taste, smell, and the warmth between your legs â not to mention your mewls of pleasure.
"My clit, baby ... Your tongue, angle it here- oh ... fuck, right there, Minnie ..." you angled him so that he could flick his tongue at a tiny little pearl found between your legs.
With all the newfound knowledge he had on how to deliver your pleasure, Seokmin did the best he could to repeat the movements you seemed to really enjoy (at least based on how prettily you'd cry his name after). Despite his mind being completely clouded by the entirety of your person, Seokmin continued to moan and cry against your cunt as he silently begged for more of your cunt against his face.
"M-minnie! Oh ... Fuck. Such a g-good boy ... All mine, shit ... Your tongue, oh ... just like that, angel ... Y-your nose, Minnie, please! Your nose, just- oh! Fuck", you cried for him, at some point taking full control and just grinding against his face as his nose and tongue poked into your most sensitive spots.
Seokmin felt incredibly proud at your mindless state, knowing it was him who had achieved that. Nothing mattered more in that moment than your pleasure; pleasure which only Seokmin could give you.
"Gonna cum for you, angel. Lick it all for me? Be a good boy and take it for me, yeah? Shit!", you practically vibrated against him as your high took over you.
Seokmin kept his face between your legs as you came, doing his best to lick at every single drop of essence and moaning at the taste of you. He allowed you to use his face as you saw fit, reveling in the knowledge that he had given you such other-worldly pleasure.
He didn't know it was possible for him to feel such pleasure from just watching you, but now he understood. If anyone asked, this was what heaven was supposed to look like â a beautiful girl losing herself to Seokmin's touch as he himself tried not to lose his own mind.
Throughout the entirety of your orgasm, Seokmin couldn't control his hips as they ground against the bed with a complete lack of rhythm, simply humping animalistically at you taking over every single one of his senses.
After a few moments of aftershock, you suddenly pulled Seokmin up and attacked him with a filthy kiss; filthier than any you'd shared before.
Your kiss alone had Seokmin struggling to keep himself from cumming in his boxers. You had been testing his self-control from the moment you teased him in class earlier today and he just wasn't sure how much longer he could take until pleasure took over him once again.
"Want me to try it on you, Minnie?", you asked once you pulled away from the kiss.
"That? O-on me?"
"Mhmm. My mouth on you? Is that okay?", you pecked his lips again, seemingly unable to disconnect from him for too long (which Seokmin thoroughly related to).
"Yes", he deadpanned, still out of breath from being suffocated by your thighs and then your lips just moments ago.
You wasted no time in removing his boxers. Seokmin felt slightly shy at this, having never let anyone ever see him nude before. Even last time he had been with you, you had pleasured him through his clothes and not seen past his shirtless state thus far.
But you praised him as soon as he was fully nude, kissing up and down his thighs as you told him how beautiful he was, how pretty and deserving of praise you believed him to be. His whole body heat up at your soft words, with goosebumps forming at your soft kisses that led up closer and closer to where he was aching the most.
He gasped when you finally took a hold of his member, bringing your face close enough to give the weeping tip a kiss.
"O-oh ..." he threw his head back at the sweet yet filthy gesture.
You giggled under your breath and began kitten licking at his tip, sucking lightly every so often. He felt like he had finally arrived to heaven. All those stories about what awaited his good behavior while on earth must've been lies, because he found the greatest reward of all in the form of your mouth wrapped around him.
Getting braver by the second, you put almost the entirety of him in your mouth, doing things with your tongue and lips that his poor brain couldn't even process. He whined and cried at your movements, not able to understand how easily you could bring him to tears.
As he quickly neared his high, his mind turned into mush, not allowing him to register what was going on with his body. All he knew was that his cries got louder by the second, his cheeks now damp with the tears that wouldn't stop falling from his eyes. His hips were uncontrollable, having to be restrained by your hands as he chased for his high with the utmost desperation.
"P-please! I need ... Fuck, please ..." he begged for nothing in particular as his high completely took over.
He felt dirty and disrespectful as he did it, but he came inside your mouth, wincing at the way your moans vibrated while he was still in your mouth. He couldn't help himself; his thoughts had been completely overtaken by the pleasure.
His cries had not stopped as of yet, even rendering him emotional as the high of his orgasm wore down. Now was the moment of regret, knowing he had broken his unspoken oath of celibacy yet again.
This was something all people in his community swore to. It was rarely ever spoken about, but Seokmin knew that he was supposed to save himself for marriage â in every sense. Despite already having quite strong feelings towards you and the things you did to him, Seokmin still felt like he had somehow disrespected you by engaging in such acts with you. But more than anything, he felt like he had disappointed God.
So he cried. He cried into his hands despite how embarrassed he felt at doing such thing in front of you, specially after having shared such intimacy.
"Oh, Minnie ..." you coo'd at him, getting up to hold his large frame in your arms.
You allowed him to exhaust his cries as he quietly asked for forgiveness. He didn't have to explain himself, as you understood. You made your understanding evident by reassuring him that he had done nothing wrong, and that he was still such a good man.
He believed your words and thanked you, eventually calming down enough to stop crying and speak coherently.
"Do you ... do you think He'd be disappointed in me?", he knew it was a stupid question to ask considering your lack of religion. The two of you had never thoroughly discussed religion with one another, but he knew you at least understood where he was coming from.
You pouted at him, cooing at him as you responded, "Of course not, Minnie. He loves you. You're such a good boy; treat everyone so kindly even when they don't deserve it. Treat me so kindly ... No matter what anyone ever tells you, what we just did is no sin", you explained.
"B- but the bible-"
"Shhh. Your faith is your own. No one can take that away from you, Minnie. Even if I don't share those beliefs anymore, I know an amazing person when I see one. You've done nothing wrong, okay?", you caressed his cheek and pecked his lips to drive your point home.
He nodded as he tried not to tear up at your kindness.
Him even questioning his actions' consequences on his faith would've provided him with a scolding from his parents or a look in disapproval from his reverend. But in turn you gave him acceptance and love. There was no way in his mind to believe that being with you â feeling good with you â was anything other than the holiest act he could engage in.
"Do you regret it?", you interrupted his thoughts.
"N-no, of course not ... It's just ..."
"I'd never want to make you do something you don't wanna do. I ... I know we haven't known each other for long, but I like you, Seokmin. I don't want you to think I'm just trying to ... corrupt you."
"You're not!," in a change of pace, he grabbed onto your hands and looked directly into your eyes as he spoke, "Everything you've taught me, I've wanted it too. I ... I like you too."
You smiled at this, squeezing his hands affectionately, "Yeah? Does that mean you wanna keep hanging out?"
"Yeah, I'd love that."
~
Unfortunately, time for Seokmin to go home eventually came and he bid his goodbyes to you.
The two of you spent a few hours after your heart to heart actually working on your project and later watching a few episodes of a show you said you'd been watching on Hulu. It was a nice time for Seokmin to get to know you outside of school, and it only reinstated how much he liked you already.
It was about 10PM by the time he got home, which was usually around the time he went to sleep due to the early hours of his classes the following day. Almost as soon as he finished his nightly skincare and prepared himself to go to sleep, he suddenly got a call.
It was odd for him to get calls in general, but this time around he knew who it'd be before even checking his phone.
It was his parents.
Seokmin had seen this coming. He had gotten too into his head this past week; too into you. Not only had he neglected contacting his parents as frequently as they had agreed (re: every night in order to 'keep a close eye on him'), but he had also been neglecting his religious duties. He had not kept contact with any of his religious friends from back home nor had he even attended church as of late. And surprisingly ... Seokmin had not minded these recent developments. He felt freer than ever. For the first time in his life, he was not under constant surveillance, receiving judgment for any instance in which his parents believed him to step out of line in his religious lifestyle.
Back home, a single absence from bi-weekly mass would be met with passive aggressive disapproval. Any instance in which Seokmin expressed interest in anything outside of the church (such as non catholic music and dance â both of which his parents had immediately shut down), he felt as if he was breaking a law at the way in which his parents would scold him for ever even considering such 'perverted' hobbies.
Upon moving away, Seokmin had begun to realize that his upbringing hadn't been as perfect as he had thought it to be, that his parents didn't love him as unconditionally as he first thought. He thought back to his brother's estrangement from his family and felt regret at not standing up for him, knowing that his parents would turn on him just as fast as they did Jeonghan.
With a sigh, he picked up the call, mustering as much interest as he could. He made some excuse as to why he had been unable to keep in contact and promised to be better moving forward. He faked a smile in his voice and forced his way through a peaceful call (sans the few passive aggressive comments his parents threw his way) and called it a night.
For the first time in his life, he put religion and his parents aside to give himself a restful sleep, only looking forward to seeing you the next morning and going to sleep with the remembrance of what the two of you did fresh in his mind.
"Oh ... I- please ..."
"Just like that, Minnie, fuck ... Don't move, angel. Just let me do all the work, yeah?", you ground against him even faster, angling your hips so that his member would grace against your clothed folds.
It seemed like the dam had broken for you at the same time as it had for Seokmin, because you had jumped him the very next time he made his way through the threshold of your apartment.
The two of you kissed until exhausting yourselves, leading Seokmin to beg you to undress both you and him (with pleading eyes rather than verbally, as he was still too shy to beg for such things with words).
It was only one day after you had given Seokmin oral (a concept which you had introduced him to), which somehow made Seokmin even more desperate to have you. Even after his parents' call ruining his mood, you had managed to bring it back up immediately after when you messaged him late at night suggesting the two of you meet up today. After spending the entire day together, Seokmin walked you home yet again, only to be jumped by you (once again) upon entering your apartment.
One thing led to another and Seokmin found himself fully unclothed under you as you ground against him through the thin layer of your panties. Seokmin was completely weightless under you, becoming a shell of his old self as he desperately guided your hips to grind against him. He wasn't sure where this would lead, but he felt the usual conflict that always arose when the two of you were alone like this. Even through all your reassurance, Seokmin felt as if he was betraying an oath by engaging with his sexual desires for you. However, these thoughts were immediately pushed aside when you leaned back down to kiss him again.
The kiss was nasty, for lack of a better word. Seokmin didn't fully realize it, but his desperation for your touch would sometimes render him into a sloppy kisser, but you seemed to not mind it as you moaned and licked into his mouth any time his kisses got a bit messy. Your grinding got more and more intense by the second, throwing your head back at the way Seokmin senselessly canted his hips against your own.
"M-minnie ... Want more ... Is that okay? Just need to feel you so bad ... Please ..."
"M-more?"
"Do you want it too, Minnie? Wanna know what it feels like?"
"Show me? Wh- Oh ..."
"You want it too, don't you? Hmm? You're so hard against me, angel. Don't you wanna feel me?"
"I just ..."
Before he could formulate a response through the lust that was clouding his mind, you suddenly brought one of his hands between your bodies, going behind the forbidden threshold of your underwear. Anxious but also incredibly turned on, Seokmin fell limp and allowed you to do whatever you wanted. You grabbed his middle and pointer fingers, angling them so that they could seamlessly slip between your folds. Though Seokmin had already felt the wetness between your legs the day prior, he had not properly felt just how warm and tight you could be.
"Oh, it's so ... Fuck," he moaned when you began guiding his hand so his fingers could go in and out.
"Shit, Minnie ... So good ... Wanna feel it now, angel? Will you give it to me?", you slipped his fingers out after proving your point, now going back to caressing his cheek with your own hand.
"B-but ... It's a sin ..." he let out before even realizing. Even with your constant reassurance up to this point, Seokmin still felt ties to his faith that made him second-guess himself.
He knew that he had already gone past certain point with you, and that having sex with you wouldn't make much difference in his morality, but he still thought of all the teachings of celibacy and all the censorship his community had forced onto him. Was this the right choice? His body was screaming at him to let himself go and seek his high from you. His mind was telling him similar things, though there was also emphasis on the fact that doing this with you, of all people, would be the best choice he could ever make.
"Angel ... It's okay to want it. You don't have to be scared ... I'll take care of you. Just wanna be close to you, Minnie. Don't you want that too? Hmm? Just like you so much, angel," you kisses softly at his chest as you said this, breaking his resolve.
And you were right. He wanted this so badly. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, to give himself to you in the most intimate way he could.
"Y-yes. Want you so much ..." he was shy as he said it, but he meant it to the fullest extent.
You proceeded to sensually remove your underwear, sitting back down above Seokmin's dick as you made a show of grinding your nude pelvises against one another, making Seokmin cry out in desperation.
Any doubts he had left him as soon as you allowed his tip to slip in, throwing his head back as he finally felt your warmth envelop him. You let out a variety of expletives at the feelings, all while clawing at Seokmin's chest, something that had his back arching in unexpected pleasure.
"Oh, Minnie ... So full, f-fuck ..." you moaned out, taking on a slow yet deep pace that made Seokmin shut his eyes and scrunch his nose.
Seokmin couldn't describe the pleasure you were giving him. He was practically frozen in place, the only part of his body still conscious were his hands, which were likely bruising your hips from how hard he was digging his fingers onto them. He needed to keep himself grounded, but he truly felt like today was judgment day, and he had gone to heaven.
"Open your eyes, angel. Wanna see you," your hand reached over to his cheek, angling his head so he could look your way rather than keep his head in its thrown back state.
He opened his eyes to find you smiling down at him with the light hanging on your ceiling providing the best view of you possible. You looked like an angel gazing down at him, like you came down to give him the greatest ruin and drag him back up with you. You had corrupted him in the best way possible.
"Oh, Minnie ... So beautiful. My prettiest boy ... Does it feel good, angel?", he nodded and let out a whine at your soft inquiries, "Yeah? How's it feel when I do this?", you squeezed around him, now bouncing rather than grinding against him, making him close his eyes back up and cry out your name.
"I- Please! I need ...", his nails clawed at your hips and back, begging for something unknown to him. He needed more, but he wasn't sure of what.
"I know, pretty. Gonna give it to you, just- fuck ... Just need you to be good for me, yeah?," you hiccuped, leaning down to kiss him again.
He cried against your lips, eyes rolling back when your tongue began dancing with his own, your hands reaching down to toy with his nipples. You were giving him too many things at once, making the overstimulation take over his already hazy brain. He didn't care about any moral repercussions to what you were doing together. Every time you touched him further solidified how right being with you felt.
Only a few moments of your ministrations were enough for Seokmin to feel that familiar coil begin to tighten. He knew his end was near, causing him to grow restless as he planted his legs on the bed and humped against you. Despite his lack of proper technique and the sloppiness of his movements, you matched his own and wailed his name.
Your hands came down to bring his up and pin them above his head, grinding deeper and deeper against him as the two of you crazily chased your highs. The bed shook against the wall at the intensity of your actions, with nothing but nasty sounds of your muffled moans and your arousal filling up the silence. Eventually you disconnected your lips, eyeing the string of spit that connected you before burying your head in the crook of his neck.
"I- I like you so much," he groaned out, high-pitched and breathless.
"Like you so fucking m-much! You have no idea ..." you reciprocated his words as you clamped down around him and let yourself be taken by your high. Your high was more than enough to trigger his own, leaving him in a practically astral state for a few moments as his hands ran frantically up and down your body, squeezing and scratching every so often.
When your highs finally wore down, you laid yourself beside him, cuddling him near you so you could wrap your legs around him and bring him as close as possible. You faced each other as you caught your breaths, running your hands along the length of his back as his own rubbed at your hips. The moment was pure bliss.
"Do you regret it?"
"No. I could never regret anything we've done. I- I'm sorry if I made you feel that way," he looked away from your eyes.
You nudged him to look at you once more, "Don't apologize, Minnie. I understand. I'm happy I was your first. Maybe one day I'll teach you even more fun things," you flirted through a giggle.
"Oh, I- Hah, yeah", he was caught off guard by your flirting, but still laughed along.
Yeah, he wouldn't mind that.
Over the following weeks, Seokmin did a better job of keeping up with his parents. He kept a safe distance while still giving them the belief that he was still fully engaged in the religious spaces they had envisioned for him. However, he could not help but lie when it came to what occupied his day to day life â you. He didn't bring you up, which you agreed upon after a tearful conversation in which Seokmin detailed his upbringing, leading you to spend the night up with him as you comforted him. He was also yet to attend mass again, and he even occasionally skipped the bi-weekly meetings of his church group â though only when you skipped also. These were a few of the things he kept secret from his family â advice from his brother Jeonghan, who he had recently gotten in contact with again.
Seokmin's faith was still standing; his relationship with God was slightly injured by his internal conflict about your sexual relationship, though he was now sure that he felt no regrets at anything the two of you had engaged in. To him, being with you felt like the biggest reward he could have ever hoped for. Seokmin realized quickly that his issue really laid with the catholic community in which he had been brought up, rather than his relationship with God itself. He disagreed with the judgmental and overbearing way in which certain catholics circles ran, something which he distanced himself from upon meeting you.
You had even introduced him to a few of your friends, some which were even catholic like him. Your buddy Joshua was one of the chillest guys he had ever met, yet his faith was pretty intact. This made Seokmin feel less guilt, though his balance between what was right and wrong in the eyes of God was still a bit of a mess. Luckily he had you help him navigate his way through that.
Along with all these developments, Seokmin had also begun speaking to his brother Jeonghan again (behind his parents' backs, of course). It made him happy to know that despite his brother straying away from his community, he had ended up happy with his life, leading a steady relationship and being happy away from his parents' constant religious persecution.
And you ... You had become official in these past few weeks, making Seokmin constantly have to pinch himself to confirm whether or not he was imagining all this. He was still a very shy and awkward individual, usually opting to hang out alone with you in either of your apartments. He appreciated how patient you were with him, never judging him for being a bit different and even teaching him the pleasures he had been missing out on during his very restricted upbringing. You had become a piece of heaven on earth to Seokmin, corrupting him, but only in the best of ways.
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Seokmin was, yet again, at a crossroads. Though this time it wasn't anything too serious, or maybe it was.
By current time, it had now been four months since the two of you had begun dating. 'I love you's' were shared and multiple sleep overs were had. Your relationship had been everything anyone could hope for a first relationship, and Seokmin now felt way more at ease whenever the two of you did anything sexual.
Admittedly, Seokmin was still slightly awkward about it, still never allowing himself to start sexual interactions and simply following your lead. Which was the crux of his current predicament.
He was unsure if he had done something wrong, if he had maybe insulted you or maybe there was some other unknown reason behind, but it had been over a week since the two of you had slept together. Over the past four months, the two of you spent most of your nights together, taking on a very domestic routine within the first two months of your relationship. Though you obviously didn't get down to sexual activities every day, it was common for it to happen a few times a week (at the least).
It usually began with you cornering Seokmin against the wall after a tiring day of college, or sometimes it began during a movie night in which you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. Whatever it was, you were always giving Seokmin an opening to entertain his sexual desires with you whenever he pleased. Even though he was always too shy to ask, it was almost as if you were able to read his mind and always incite him when he needed it most.
His sexual desires for you had grown quite a lot, making Seokmin worry at times. Was it normal how badly he wanted you at all times? Was this a consequence of having never before received pleasure until meeting you? He felt like a degenerate sometimes, from how badly he wanted you. Which was the main reason as to why he grew antsy so quickly after not having sex with you for the past week or so.
In contrast to these past months, this past week and a half (nine days to be exact; not that Seokmin was keeping count or anything), you had not given Seokmin anything further than a sweet peck on the lips whenever the two of you fell asleep next to each other. You didn't act any differently past that, still showering him with love and spending as much time as you could with him.
It wasn't that Seokmin expected sex from you or anything, but ever since you had taught him how pleasurable it could be to have a romantic partner, he could not see himself ever going back to his old, puritan lifestyle. Seokmin had become, for lack of a better word, an addict. He couldn't help himself in desiring you every time he caught an inch of your bare legs or the soft skin of your breasts through your cleavage. He had deprived himself of sex for far too long and now he could no longer live without it.
He didn't want to seem desperate, or as if he only valued you for sex, but he needed to get to the bottom of this and find a way to get you to touch him again. He was far too shy to ever ask you directly, but he would work his hardest to entice you into letting him have you again
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THE LAST OF US, and the israeli themes surrounding it
i'm very glad that people were able to see one of the previous things i published, where i complied a series of links that you can use to learn more of what's going on in gaza, how you can help, places you need to boycott, etc. however, at the end of the post, there is a large part of it that is DIRECTLY meant for people who play or watch the last of us, or play the last of us 2.
the last of us 2 in specific is not at all elusive in displaying the chilling themes we are seeing before us today. what boggles my mind, is that a select few individuals are choosing to keep publishing fics, reblogging them, uploading content that has NOTHING to do with what's going on, etc. also, you can't reblog one thing about palestine and claim that you care, then flood your account or people's home pages in fanfiction, especially during a media blackout. it just doesn't work like that.
i took the time to make a post discussing all of the israeli/palestinian themes that the games as a whole, but mainly the second one, display. if you are my mutual, a friend, a fan of my work, or a fan of the game or show, then i 100% demand you read this. if you can read fics for hours, you can spend time to read a post discussing the universe those very fics came from.
a lot of us are now aware of the last of us's nature in regards to the ongoing genocide, but not many people know the specifics of it. after seeing this post last night (the person who made this, you are an angel), i decided to take the time to dive into the specifics of the last of us 2's israeli nature, on a logical level, but also a moral level, using a list of sources to help me along, which will be linked at the end of this post. i will link the sources along the way so you know which sources i got my information from.
regardless of if this changes anyone's mind about ignoring the media blackout, or not giving a fuck about what's going on period, know this: regardless of how you feel, regardless of what you believe, from the river to the see, palestine will be free. at this fucking point, the people who are on the right side will keep speaking out and spreading awareness, regardless if you are here to do it with us. that's it. now, let's get into this.
UPCOMING DISCUSSIONS: neil druckmann, the last of us 1, the last of us 2, the last of us show and zionism in the show's cast, boycotting the game and show, and conclusion
NEIL DRUCKMANN
45-year-old neil druckmann, who was the co-director and co-writer for the last of us 2, was born in tel aviv, israel in 1978. according to the above source, druckmann was raised in a settlement in the west bank, where he was surrounded by violence on a daily basis. comics, movies, and most of all, video games, became an escape for him as a child, before he and his family moved to miami, floridawhen he was 10 years old.
to water down the full story that you can, again, read here, druckmann went to college to major in criminology. however, when he was in college, druckmann took a compsci course, that later lead to his major becoming coding as opposed to criminology. soon after, he knew he wanted a career that related to one thing: video games.
in the summer of 2013, the last of us part 1 was released, and it was renowned as one of best video games to have ever been made. in 2020, druckmann and nd released the last of us part 2, followed by the 2022 release of HBO's show based on the first video game. druckmann played a huge part on set, being not only the co-creator and co-writer of the show, but also having directed an episode himself. druckmann will remain involved in the second season of the show.
bringing up neil druckmannâs background is a crucial aspect of whatâs upcoming in this post, hence why i wanted to discuss it at all. druckmann growing up in israel is one of the sole reasons the last of us was ever made at all, and not only that: it is the reason why the second game is the way it is, because neil druckmann planted his israeli ideologies right into it.
so, letâs speak on it.
THE LAST OF US 1
on the official the last of us podcast, neil druckmann himself discussed the last of us' link to the israeli-palestinian conflict, and now, genocide. the general consensus was that people will go ridiculously far for the people that they love. this idea of druckmann's was revealed when he discussed the first time the main character of the first game, joel miller, kills somebody to keep his daughter, sarah, safe from harm. this is one of the first scenes in the game prior to the time jump, where the pair's neighbor becomes infected, and attacks them. joel uses a gun to kill him so that the neighbor doesn't harm sarah.
the following is a quote i would like to copy from this link word for word: "Druckmann said he follows "a lot of Israeli politics" and compared the incident to Israel's release of hundreds of Palestinians prisoners in exchange for the captured Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit in 2011."
the plot of the first game, as neil druckmann explained, is based around a moral dilemma. he discusses how if joel had to kill a man to save a random kid, would he have done it? druckmann himself says, "but when it was his tribe, his daughter, there was no question about what he was going to do."
while the first game, in my opinion, isn't as heavily centered around israeli themes as the second game is, regardless, it is heavily crucial to note that the basis of the first game derived from a real-life incident involving israel and palestine, where hundreds of palestinian people (edit: i believe it is more than 1,000) were released from imprisonment, all in exchange for one israeli soldier. in the second game, the israeli-palestinian themes, if you look closely enough, scream out at you.
let's talk about it.
THE LAST OF US 2
"There is a common saying that if you seek revenge, you should dig two graves. Playing The Last of Us Part II is like being made to dig those graves with your teeth (Zacny)."
nd's 2022 the last of us part II is described down to the last letter in the above quote, albeit the game's utterly obvious israeli nature. in this post, the creator, rob zacny, goes on to discuss the game's theme of a "cycle of violence," and how the game reminds you in each grotesque encounter of the cruel ideology behind that. due to what occurs in the last of us 1, joel, basically, reaps what he sows when he is murdered for killing a surgeon who, along with the group said surgeon was a member of, the fireflies, was planning to perform surgery on ellie, who joel had since grown close to, in search of a cure for the infection that has plagued their world for decades. four years later, the second playable character in the game, who is introduced in the first half hour or so, abby anderson, kills joel to avenge the surgeon who was murdered, who happened to be her father. from then on, the game follows what, again, can only be described as a "cycle of violence." joel kills abby's dad, abby kills joel, ellie kills all of abby's friends, aims to kill abby in the final battle of the game, but spares abby when ellie's conscious morally attacks her for her decisions.
throughout the 24 odd hour gameplay, the player is allowed to play as ellie and abby, abby's parts of the game being arguably longer than ellie's. the idea this, i believe, is meant to introduce, is one of perspective: the player is meant to be loyal to joel miller once the first game has been finished, so when he is killed, they are inclined to make abby pay for it. however, abby's perspective, both in the past and as the present course of the game goes on, is meant to make the player understand why she did what she did. thus, the moral: there are no good guys in this game. every person is as equally bad as the following, and no one is innocent. however, when we consider the israeli-palestinian nature of this ideology and how it is presented in the last of us part 2, it simply doesn't work like this.
âI suspect that some players, if they consciously clock the parallels at all, will think The Last of Us Part II is taking a balanced and fair perspective on that conflict, humanizing and exposing flaws in both sides of its in-game analogues. But as someone who grew up in Israel, I recognized a familiar, firmly Israeli way of seeing and explaining the conflict which tries to appear evenhanded and even enlightened, but in practice marginalizes Palestinian experience in a manner that perpetuates a horrific status quo (Maiberg).â
when discussing the last of us part 2âs plot, one could 100% argue that there really arenât good guys on the dual sides of the game. if you compare ellie and abby, you know that ellie went on a murder frenzy to get revenge on abby for killing joel. on abbyâs side of it all, you know that abby wasnât all that great before coming across lev and yara, and even then, she killed people to do what everyone in said world aims to do: survive. prior to finding lev and yara, abby had killed numerous people before, and did, as the player sees, handle joel very cruelly before she ended up killing him. hereâs one more example, one thatâs more random (but itâs simply to compare abby vs. ellieâs people, if you will): joel and manny. joel went on a cross country murder spree to keep ellie safe, and killed a building full of people at the end of the game to save her life. in regards to manny, if you recall a discussion that manny and mel had in the beginning of abbyâs parts of the game, the pair are discussing a happening where a group aside from the wlf, the seraphites (which we will discuss later) attacked them because the wlf killed children who were a part of their (the seraphiteâs) group. manny voiced how he would prefer to keep their people (the wlf) safe, and challenges mel, implying that those âkidsâ werenât really kids, because they were the ones who attacked their guys (the wlf) in the first place. as a general consensus, manny kills several people throughout the course of the game, which can be inferred or seen by the player, making him, for the sake of what iâm getting at, a bad guy.
we see in the game how ellie and abbyâs people are unanimously bad. the last of us is set in a world where laws and morals are thrown out the window for the sake of survival, so this is no surprise. however, this dual perspective, âno bad guy,â ideology simply doesnât apply in the world today. you may compare ellie vs. abby, or joel vs. manny, or bring in more characters in the game, such as tommy, nora, etc, claiming that all parties are bad. that makes perfect sense. but think about it like this: if this is meant to represent the israeli-palestinian perspective, and i give you the scenario of a five-year-old child versus a full-grown IDF soldier, what would you say? isnât there an obvious answer as to who is in the wrong and whoâs not? maiberg is 100% right in claiming that the game marginalizes the real-life palestinian experience. abby, ellie, joel, manny, etc, are not real people. but the thousands of innocent children who have been killed for the ridiculousness and inhumane israeli regime are. you canât say each side is equal in awfulness, not when one side is full of innocent men, women, and children, some of which could never make it into a year of their lives. not when if one side pauses their battle, there would be a ceasefire, but if the converse pauses their battle, they would all be dead.
âAnd then they cheered afterward,â Druckmann, who grew up in Israel, recalls. âIt was the cheering that was really chilling to me. ⌠In my mind, I thought, âOh, man, if I could just push a button and kill all these people that committed this horrible act, I would make them feel the same pain that they inflicted on these people.â"
remember how i said discussing neil druckmann's background was crucial? it is. druckmann, who, again, was born in israel, told the Washington Post that the game's cynical themes of revenge and suffering is linked to the 2000 killing of two israeli soldiers (tw, lynching), who were killed by a mob (maiberg). allegedly, some of the incident was remembered in film, that druckmann watched, and in his interview, he explained his angry nature that came about in response to the video, and how he desired vengeance.
the last of us part 2 is mainly set in seattle, washington, where secondary main character, abby anderson, resides in with a militia group named the wlf (which we will also delve into later, alongside the seraphites). maiberg brings out how seattle, on a visual and mechanical level, is based around "a series of checkpoints, security walls, and barriers (Maiberg)." he notes: "[seattle] looks almost exactly like the tall, precast concrete barriers and watch towers Israel started building through the West Bank in 2000." here are side by side images for comparison:
now that weâve discussed this, let us discuss one of most prevalent aspects of abbyâs part of the story: the wlf, and the seraphites. the seraphites are a religious group, nicknamed âthe scarsâ due to the scars the members of said group carve into their faces to display their membership, who the wlf, a makeshift militia group, runs into conflict with following the fall of FEDRA, the countryâs former military. in a note in the game, a fedra commander explains that the city of seattle has been lost to the wolves (the wlf), who he names as terrorists. maiberg brings out the following: âHere, there are parallels to early Zionist organisations that fought British rule in the region. These organizations were also described as terrorists, and leaders of those organizations later became leaders in Israel, much like how Isaac, the leader of the Wolves, came to control Seattle. Other in-game notes, scenes of urban ambushes, and the bodies of executed FEDRA officers laboriously walk the player through the cliche "one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter (Maiberg).â
maiberg also discusses a series of manners in which the fictional seraphites resemble real-life palestinians. here are the three ways he specifically discusses in his original post, but there are much more:
âThe same note from the Seattle FEDRA commander that bitterly says the Wolves are in charge explains that it's now their responsibility to not only feed and shelter the people of Seattle, but deal with the "religious fanatics," referring to the Scars.
Later in the game, Ellie finds a location called "Martyr Gate," where the Scars' spiritual leader apparently died, indicating a religious significance of a specific and disputed location, and emphasizing the notion of martyrdom as central to their culture.
The Scars are able to get around Wolf patrols and various barriers around the city via an elaborate, secret system of bridges between skyscrapers. These function as a kind of flipped version of the underground tunnels Palestinians use to bypass Israeli blockades and other means of limiting free movement in order to get supplies and carry out attacks on Israel.â
one more post i would like to link is this one, the very reason i decided to make this in the first place. it captures the zionism in the last of us 2, along with the wlf vs. seraphite conflict, perfectly. i very much recommend you read it, as it explains it much better than i can.
the general consensus is this: the idea that the seraphites are equally as bad as the wlf, which implies that palestinians are equally as bad as israelis, simply doesnât apply in 2024. as i said before: what is so vile and cruel about a newborn baby? a pregnant woman? an innocent man? NOTHING. part of the reason the last of us captures this so poorly is due to the apocalyptic nature of the world the game is set in. obviously, people would go rogue if their lives were put in peril by not only animalistic infected beings, but also humans. however, we live in a real world where laws and morals do, in fact, apply. this isnât a video game where those are simply discarded. what the wlf and the seraphites did to each other in the last of us 2 could be any other day for them: but what israel is doing to palestine right now is a war crime, a genocide, and plainly vile.
THE LAST OF US SHOW, and zionism in the showâs cast
i donât think i need to spend a lot of time here, because if you have made it this far, you are well aware of the real nature of the last of us and the last of us 2 already, so you must understand that the show is HBOâs take on the gameâs story (which, need i remind you show-wise and game-wise, neil druckmann played a huge part in). i simply bring it up so that people are aware of the fact that the 2022 show is ALSO linked to the ongoing genocide, and the cast is a major part of that (however, if anyone would like me to delve deeper into the show, let me know, and i 100% will).
for the following season which is a sequel to the last, theorized to center around the happenings of the last of us 2, members who are set to play a few crucial characters in the game have been announced. this includes isabela merced, who will play dina woodward, ellieâs romantic partner for most of the game, alongside kaitlyn dever, who will play abby anderson.
many people freaked out when they realized kaitlyn dever will be playing abby, but not for the reason they should have been. if you are a last of us fan, you are well aware that abbyâs muscles are a central aspect of her persona. yet, kaitlyn dever is on the skinnier side, and according to some, does not resemble abby.
but this is not the issue that is most crucial to discuss.
kaitlyn dever is a zionist, and so is isabela merced (i am under the impression that both of these claims are true, but i had trouble finding a source i deemed reliable enough to link here. if i do, however, i will). now, while iâm not here to riddle you with conspiracy theories, people believe this (zionism) is the reason kaitlyn dever in specific got the role of abby anderson (there is a separate actress, shannon berry, who more closely resembles abby, but made a post in solidarity with palestine. this is theorized to be the reason why she didnât get the part, and why kaitlyn dever was announced shortly after this particular actress made said post). let us not also forget that ellieâs actor, bella ramsey, is also in support of israel, which can be seen here.
(edit: i was informed since making this that bella has a story on one of their social medias, showing their alleged support of palestine and calling for a ceasefire. iâm going to link this post where i spoke on it, so you aware of what i think on that front).
all of the previously provided information brings me to my final part of this post: boycotting the games, and boycotting the show.
BOYCOTTING THE GAME AND SHOW
i could go on and on about why this is so crucial, but we would be here forever. however, iâm going to paste in what i wrote in this post surrounding the topic of boycotting, as i personally believe i got it down quite well in regards to the last of us (the show and game). it reads:
"DO NOT BUY TLOU, TLOU REMASTERED, TLOU2, TLOU2 REMASTERED, OR ANY GAME FROM ND! neil druckmann has donated money to the IDF in the past. & where do you think heâs getting his money from? yeah, you got that. watch gameplays, pirate these games, or buy them secondhand. several shops sell used games. & for those of you who went and purchased the game anyway, knowing about all of this? fuck you.
if you think your $10 doesnât matter, then think about this: okay, one person spends $10 on the game. whatever. but when 100,000 people do it? thatâs a million dollars, going into the hands of a zionist, who is using YOUR money to help kill innocent men, women, and children. put that in your pipe and smoke it.
it is not just the games you need to boycott. HBOâS show also needs to be. follow this link to learn of more movies and shows you need to boycott, & the reasons why, including the last of us. letâs also not forget that dina & abbyâs actresses are in support of israel, and BELLA RAMSEY, ellieâs actress, has also shown support.
boycott. the fucking. show. there are a million websites where you can pirate it, so you are not giving any of your support to it. resist."
what it comes down to is this: purchasing the game or watching the show directly from nd or HBO is not a must. spreading awareness and speaking out about palestine is. you are more than capable of not purchasing the game, or watching playthroughs, or buying the game secondhand, etc. you are more than capable of pirating the hbo show so that money is not made off of your engagement. it's not that difficult. i have said it once, and i will say it again: boycotting is a form of resistance, and that is the least we can do for those suffering in gaza as you read this. resist. people openly admitting that they went and purchased the game anyway simply make me sick. i hope you know what an awful thing to brag about that is, and how despicable of a human it makes you.
CONCLUSION
there's so much to discuss when it comes down to this topic, and it's possible that in the future, i will make a second part to this. however, for now, i really hope this does suffice. i believe knowing of the game's israeli nature is a step. but knowing the specifics is a leap, one that i need everyone engaged in this fandom to take, hence why i wanted to make this post at all.
i'm not saying anyone needs to quit liking the games or the show or whatever. i'm not saying you need to delete or throw away a game you spent $60 on. i've seen so many people who are way too dense to understand that. what i'm saying is that it's crucial you are at least AWARE of the content you are consuming. aware of why it even came about at all.
in my opinion, you can't separate the game from the roots. but you can remain aware of the inner workings of this world you've grown to love. you can keep spreading awareness about it, and you can do right by the people in gaza by discussing the ongoing genocide, and using your voice as much as you can.
i'm so lucky to have been able to gain a following on here in such a short amount of time, even if that following has gone up and down because i've chosen to post more about palestine as opposed to my previous content (granted, that fact won't deter me at all). i will keep using said following to keep speaking out for the people in gaza, and i encourage you to do the same. keep reblogging. keep speaking up. keep using your voices. the people in gaza need us. be there for them.
FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE đľđ¸đ.
LINKS AND RESOURCES:
neil druckmann | the official the last of us podcast | the not so hidden israeli politics of the last of us 2, by emanuel maiberg (i highly recommend you read the full post. it discusses several crucial details i didn't discuss in this post) | galid shalit prisoner exchange | Neil Druckmann Speaking on the Washington Post | 2000 killing of two israeli soldiers (TW: LYNCHING) | 'The Last of Us Part II' Is a Grim and Bloody Spectacle, but a Poor Sequel | Veiling Colonial Violence: The Last of Us Part II, Israel and the Erasure of Power (full disclosure, i did not read the full post. i merely needed the quote in the very beginning of it) | zionism in tlou2 | isabela merced | kaitlyn dever | bella ramsey's support of israel
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Insufficient Pt. 2 | Azriel x Reader
Summary: Following the disastrous breakup between you and Azriel, Nesta invites you out to a night at Ritaâs, where you then discover that you might not be as safe in Night Court as you think.
Word Count: ~ 4.3k
Warnings: Stalkings, nasty public bathrooms, alcohol, drunk people, obsessive behavior, painfully bad description of blackjack, etc
A/N: ok so I kinda switched gears with this one, Iâm trying to flesh it out before introducing another man, but lmk if you liked it, or if you have any opinion on where youâd like it to go, hope you enjoy <3
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Only a week had passed since the disastrous breakup between you and Azriel, and as it turns out, it was harder to get rid of him than youâd originally thought.
Beforehand, heâd always seemed so controlled and stoic, that even being one of the main problems in your relationship was that he couldnât ever let go of control. Being in charge meant he felt safe and secure, regardless of his feelings.
He had always seemed almost above you at times, above groveling and begging in bed, above communicating his feelings and emotions normally as he just expected you to read his mind or moods despite the way he hid any kernel of emotion from his body language. However, all of that seemed to have changed.
After the breakup, youâd gone back to working in the bakery, working specifically in the back making bread with your family, so you wouldnât have to see him when he came in, probably trying to hunt you down. The heat the ovens gave off also seemed to repel his shadows, for whatever reason, so they wouldnât spy on you any more than they already had. Though he had come asking for you before at the counter, your family had always shut him down. You felt bad about it for a second, but thinking back, you also didnât. Heâd chosen his words, and he was only sorry because you were his mate.
Youâd moved back into the family home for now, your relatives surrounding you in love and empathy, and plenty of righteous fury regarding Azriel, and even a few âI told you so.ââs from the older generations.
Nesta would come by to visit now and then, having tea with you and updating you on all the latest news and developments, if not just funny stories to bring your spirits up, such as Nyx swallowing an ancient coin that he got from Rhysâ desk, only to poop it out shiny and clean a few days later, or how Cassian got so drunk he jumped from the top of the townhouse into a nearby pool that belonged to a neighbor.
On the bad days, she would offer some quiet company, or even open up to you about similar things that happened to her in the past.
Specifically, her past relationship.
She didnât give a name, simply the details that he was a poor manâs family, his father abused his mother, and he was no better. She only was going to marry him to let Feyre take better care of Elain, really, even if it ended up with her getting beaten by some pathetic man. And then she told you of the night she rejected him, and tried to break it off, and how she almost barely got away before he could take what wasnât his.
You both sat in silence after that, your hand in hers.
Eventually, though, the conversation continued. You told her of the flowers that would mysteriously appear on your windowsill each morning. Neither of you knew how Azriel knew what room you occupied in your familyâs home, or even how he knew your address or favorite type of flower, Ditch Lilyâs, but he knew. Or the letters you received nightly, always carried by some bird of prey to your window, and would leave it there.
She snorted when you told her about the letters.
âHeâs being ridiculous, seriously, even Cassian isnât that bad. He only cares because youâre his mate, not because of who you actually are, and until he gets his shit together I wouldnât even open them.â
She said, taking a sip of the herbal tea your mother had prepared for both of you. It was a special recipe, one that some of your distant relatives in Autumn Court had created, originally meant to relieve muscle tension and stress from overuse of magic, and even assist in alleviating burnout. You were mildly convinced that there might be some healer blood in you, because of that half of the family.
You couldâve sworn you felt a tiny tug on the bond at the mention of Azriel.
âI know, Iâve just been burning them, but he wonât leave me alone. Every shadow feels like theyâre watching me now, and I justâŚâ
You sighed, trailing off as your hand went to rub the bridge of your nose, and she gave a hum of acknowledgment, finishing your sentence for you.
âDonât feel safe in the one place that you used to only feel safe in?â
You glanced up, eyes widening a bit. That was precisely how you felt.
âYes, how..?â
She took another sip of her tea, glancing over to the window and looking out of it, eyes almost glazing over as some memory mustâve come to light.
âBeneath the House of Wind is the library, though Iâm sure youâve already heard of it. The priestesses stayed there, and it was always quiet, and something about it made me feelâŚsafe, even when I was in an unfamiliar body in new surroundings, the world in the middle of a war.â
She said, and you nodded, waiting for her to go on. You knew plenty of the library beneath the House of Wind and how massive it was.
âOne night, me and Feyre both descended nearly to the bottom, for what I can barely remember, and there were two twin males. Sent by Hybern, I think. They were taken out before they could do any harm, but the damage was still done. It took me quite a while to think of the library as a safe space after that.â
The glaze in her eyes faded away as she took another sip of her tea, looking more relaxed than before. She looked over at you, her eyes meeting yours.
âHow did you get it back like that? A safe place, I mean.â
You then asked, and she looked away for a moment to think, a common habit of hers. One youâd noticed by now. Always noticing things, something you mustâve learned from Azriel, and as much as you hated the reminder of him, it was useful regardless.
âChanging environments helped me. During and after the war, we were always traveling a lot, which forced me to appreciate the thought of home more. Then again, home was also linked with Cassian for me.â
She said, thinking aloud before eventually speaking again.
âIâd try moving around a bit. Exercise helped me, especially travel and hiking, or breathing exercises. I could teach you a few if youâd like?â
She offered. You would be a fool to refuse any sort of advice or help from Nesta Archeron, and sheâd never led you astray before, so you nodded, and she smiled brightly, clearly happy to show you.
The next few hours were spent in the backyard on whatever flat surface there was, practicing impossibly stretched that seemed like whoever made them wanted to turn you into a pretzel. Nesta managed them just fine but didnât laugh when you fell, only helped you back up, telling you all about how when sheâd first started training with Cassian, it had been just as hard for her too.
Sheâd even outright refused to do it the first few times.
However, after that, she showed you cool-down exercises and helped you practice breathing techniques.
âWait, soâŚI hold it for how long?â
You asked, and she held back a giggle at the sheer confusion in your tone as she answered.
âTwenty seconds, but you can-â
âTWENTY??â
At that, she burst out laughing, and before you knew it you were laughing too, both of you laying back on the grass of the yard and hoping none of the seasonal bugs crawled up onto you. She finally sat up a moment later, wiping tears from her eyes as she stood and helped you up.
âBuild up from five, you can start at five seconds and build up, is what I was going to say.â
She said, and you sighed.
âAnd I thought I was in shape before.â
You said in an amused tone, and she snorted again, only for the both of you to look over where you heard another loud snort and see Cassian standing, leaning against a large tree in the backyard. He was grinning widely as ever, his eyes full of pure glee.
âHaving fun without me, ladies?â
He asked, putting a hand over his heart in a dramatic expression as he rolled his eyes, acting fatally wounded.
âHonestly, Iâm hurt-â
He wasnât able to finish his sentence before you barreled into him, giving him a tight hug that he chuckled at and returned, ruffling your hair. Nesta was soon to follow, and hugging him in a much more elegant manner than you.
When you finally separated, you spoke.
âGods, Iâve missed you. We should let him come to tea time, too, Nesta.â
You said with a grin, and Nesta rolled her eyes playfully, squeezing his bicep. A tiny twinge of jealousy seemed to echo down the bond, as if Azriel had seen you hugging Cassian, and didnât appreciate it. Another tug on the bond that you shut out, now hyper aware of any shadows.
âYouâd be surprised at how much of a gossip he is, itâs never-ending with the Devlon-rumors.â
She said, and his expression shifted to playfully offended as he swatted at Nestaâs hand. You giggled, and Nesta glanced over at you, before gaining a thoughtful expression.
âWe could do Ritaâs tonight if you could make it?â
She asked, and Cassian gave a little nod as if also agreeing with this. You didnât have any plans tonight, so why not spend a night out with your friends? It would certainly help you get your mind off of things.
âSure, what time?â
You asked, head cocked slightly to the side. Nesta shrugged.
âIs 6 good for you?â
She asked, and you nodded in confirmation. She gave you one last smile before Cassian scooped her up to fly away.
âSee you tonig-â
Her words were cut off with a little shriek as Cassian launched into the air at maximum speed just to spook her like he always did, and you giggled to yourself, heading back inside the family home. Unbeknownst to you, a shadowy figure lurked behind that tree after Cassian left, watching.
To be fair, the shifts were switched out now and then so everyone had a break, but he usually ended up babysitting. Despite his objections and complaints, he was good at it, sort of a baby-whisperer.
âWho was that pretty lady?â
He asked, a slight touch of color on his cheeks as you smirked with a knowing look.
âThat was my friend, Nesta. Sheâs taken.â
You clarified for him, noticing the way his face fell in disappointment all too clearly before you patted your baby cousin on the head, and walked up to your temporary room. Maybe Nestaâs idea of traveling a bit and exploring different places was good. You had all of immortality ahead of you, after all. Might as well use it well.
You walked to your room, before going to the bathroom attached to it. You were more than lucky to get a room with a bathroom attached, and you knew it, since everyone bickered over who got to shower first and who had been in there too long for the normal bathroom in the hall. Stripping your clothes off, you turned the water on, letting it settle to a warm, but refreshing temperature.
You went through your entire hair routine and washed your body off, shaving and everything. Tonight was an everything shower. You wanted to look your best at Ritaâs tonight, and you desperately needed a confidence boost after what Azriel had said to you.
Nearly half an hour later, your hair done all pretty, makeup on, and a pretty red dress gracing your form. Youâd even painted your nails yourself, forgoing the usual stylist you went to for it.
By the time 6 had rolled around, you were almost to Ritaâs, walking down the bustling streets of Velaris as the cool air blew by, the sun already beginning to set as early as it did in this season.
The moment you walked into the bar, already full of people, it only took a few seconds to spot Nesta and Cassian inside. Cassian was drinking and laughing his ass off with some other males, and doing arm wrestling that he never seemed to lose at, and Nesta was playing poker, and by the looks of it had already won a few games before based on the sly smile she wore.
You walked over and ordered your drink, nothing too strong, and decided that you could take a little time away from Nesta for now. You couldnât help but feel a little guilty, considering sheâd been listening to all of your problems every time sheâd come over. It was probably best if you gave her a little alone time for herself.
Walking over to a table to try your hand at what looked like a boring game of blackjack, you were about to sit down when something captured your attention.
A lone shadow lurking beneath your feet.
You swallow, getting a weird feeling about it, but you simply stomped one foot down on it before sitting down, determined not to let something so small ruin this night for you. The cards were dealt, and you received a queen of spades and eight of clubs, and as the game progressed, you took risks, choosing to hit, and somehow miraculously not going over 21 the entire time. You felt the lightest tug on the bond, but ignored it.
It was mildly suspicious, considering how bad you usually were at cards. That was until you spied the same wispy shadow from earlier on the deck of cards, hiding in the normal shadow of it. It was discreetly moving cards, changing them for you to win.
Now incredibly annoyed, you excused yourself from the game and walked to the bathroom. Ritaâs bathrooms werenât extremely clean, but you just needed a place to take a breather.
You pushed the door open, not surprised by the few females in here who were either redoing their makeup or drunk out of their minds and crying. Oddly enough, though, they filed out almost as soon as you entered, some giving you off looks as you entered one of the stalls, sliding the lock closed, and sat on top of the toilet seat, pulling your knees to your chest.
Sure, things were weird tonight, but it was probably just Azriel trying to play mind games with you. He was a Spymaster. His entire job revolves around torturing information out of people and playing mental gymnastics to get what he wants from them. You wouldnât be surprised if he was now hyper-fixated on you, determined to get you back if only to feel better about himself.
You heard the bathroom door open, barely creaking as the lightest footsteps became apparent to you. Probably another drunk woman, or someone looking to fix their makeup or outfit. Nothing out of the usual, you told yourself, even as your body began stiffening and your heart rate sped up. A lock clicked. The bathroom door.
You couldnât get a decent whiff of the stranger, whether it be the alcohol or the reek of the bathroom in and of itself. Not daring to open up the stall or peek out, you became still as a statue.
Nearly silent footsteps.
A knob creaked, probably the sink, and water began running at its maximum speed.
Another sink turned on.
Then another.
Until all the sinks were on.
Your heart began beating faster. Why would anyone turn all the sinks on, if not to cover up the noise of something else, or someone else making loud noises?
Louder, bolder footsteps in your stallâs direction.
Glancing down beneath the door, you could see a pair of thick, black leathery boots now standing in front of it. You recognized those. How could you not?
A certain shadowsingerâs shoes. His work shoes.
You didnât dare move, even as you heard a knock against the stall. It wouldâve seemed polite in any other situation, but not here, not now.
âI know youâre in there.â
His quiet voice spoke, still filled with that tension youâd seen in his eyes the day youâd decided to finally break free of him.
He knocked again.
âIâm sorry for what I said, I shouldnât have said that, if you would please, please, just give me another chance, Iâve been trying to talk with you for days but you were busy, and when I saw you here tonight, I thought that maybe we could talk this out-â
He said, voice filled with pleading and desperation as he rambled on. Youâd never heard him express so much emotion before in his voice. It was interrupted by the bathroom door almost being opened, despite it being locked. A bang on the door, and Nestaâs muffled voice was heard through the door.
âBullshit, Iâm getting a worker..â
Azriel mustâve known he had limited time now, because he banged on the stall door louder, a bit more panicked.
âPlease, just open the door. Iâm sorry, just let me in. We can figure this out.â
He said, now shaking the stall door with the handle, and you didnât dare move. Didnât speak, didnât do anything other than sit and pray to whatever gods you believed in. The Mother. The Cauldron. Anything. Whatever would make him go away. You had known the respectful, kind Azriel. The one that had waited centuries for Mor and not pushed anything, even when she openly went to other males and pushed him away. The one who wouldnât push any boundary, but this AzrielâŚyou didnât know him.
The jingling of keys outside the bathroom door was heard, the worker Nesta mustâve called, and a frustrated sigh came from the voice outside your stall.
You could almost see it now, him angrily running his hands through his inky black hair, shadows swirling and writhing in agitation as he tried to think on how to fix this.
âYou canât hide from me forever, youâre just confused right now. I will get you back.â
He spoke finally, before the bathroom door burst open, and his presence was completely gone. You released a shaky breath, not daring to move still, even as the worker cursed and began turning all the sinks off.
âHavenât seen it that jammed in a long time,â
She muttered, walking out eventually, you unlocked the stall door when you felt alone, only to swing it open and Nesta to pop into your vision. You almost screamed, jolting backward and slamming your head into a wall. She raised her hands in mock innocence.
âEasy, itâs just me. I figured you might be in here when I couldnât find you, andâŚ..â
She looked you up and down, noticing how shaken and pale you seemed, and frowned. Tilting her head sideways, she asked the obvious.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â
You looked all around the bathroom, finding no sign of him anywhere, no moving shadows or dark presences.
âHe was here, Nesta. He kept begging me to come out andâI donât know what he wouldâve done if you hadnât shown up.â
You said, tears welling up before falling as you began sobbing. She frowned deeper, now scowling as she pulled you against her chest, worry filling her expression.
âItâs alright, Iâll take you home.â
She said, helping walk you out of the bathroom, and as she passed by Cassian she grabbed the big Illyrian by the ear and dragged him out of the bar, outside with fresh air. Cassian immediately looked concerned, brows furrowed, but one look from Nesta was enough for him to nod grimly as his expression darkened, the two of them no doubt communicating mentally as most mates did.
He scooped the both of you up, and despite the alcohol in his system, managed a decent flight to your house. He gave you a pat on the head before Nesta walked you inside, and as soon as the two of you were in the privacy of your room, she spoke.
âLook, Iâll tell Rhys to keep an eye on him, but itâs not like Azriel will listen to anything Rhys orders him to do regardingâŚthis. JustâŚbe careful.â
She said in a hushed tone, and you nodded weakly.
âI canât stay here. Not when heâs..watching and following me.â
Nesta gave a little nod, as she understood, but she still looked concerned. She was friends with Azriel, you knew as much, but even this was pushing it.
âI have family in Autumn, I could go find them.â
You suggested, and she sighed.
âYou do realize he could just have one of his shadows follow you? Unless you left without telling anyone, thenâŚâ
The both of you shared a glance, and in a moment, understood what you needed to do to get away. A stalker problem wasnât one that you thought you would have, but Azriel was obsessive and possessive, even after youâd thrown out all the flowers heâd left, and burnt all the letters youâd given him. He wouldnât stop at anything, no matter what boundaries you tried to set.
You dragged the duffel bag out from under your bed, the same one you had used to pack your things the day youâd left and began shoving clothes into it, clothes that would suit a few days of travel in the wilderness. You nearly tore your dress off, shoving dark clothing that covered almost every bit of your skin.
If you headed through the main routes of the Court traveling system, Azriel could easily find you. The mating bond would only make it easier from there.
Nesta began helping, choosing clothes from your closet that she deemed acceptable and neatly arranging everything in the duffel bag.
âAre you going to tell your family?â
She asked quietly, and you sighed.
âMy grandmother, sheâd understand. She fled Autumn when she was younger, some long story about escaping a lover from the royal family.â
You said as you continued packing, and hurried down the stairs. Everyone was asleep this late, except for your grandmother for her nightly tea session. She was sitting in the living room, sipping away, and her eyes shifted to you. Despite her young form, her eyes were old and carried a wisdom you couldnât explain.
âGrandma, I canât explain, but-â
âYou need to leave, I understand. Under the stairs, there is food. I expected this. Find your great aunt in Autumn.â
That made you pause for a moment, eyes widening, a little twinkle in her eye, and a small mischievous smirk made its way onto her face as she saw your confusion.
âI am not nearly as oblivious as you think I am, now go. Time is of the essence.â
She said, making a little waving motion, and you hurried off to find the little place under the stairs, opening the tiny area beneath it through the small cabinet door, rations were stashed there just like sheâd said. You grabbed them, and hurried back up the stairs, and walking into your room you shoved it into the now-full duffle bag and zipped it up. Nesta gave you a confused look when she saw all the pre-prepared food you somehow had, but you only shrugged and she moved on.
âYouâre going to need a way to travel, itâll be thousands of miles to Autumn.â
She said, and you sighed, looping your arm through the handles of the duffle bag and throwing it over your shoulder as you hurried down the steps again, trying to be quiet for the sake of your sleeping family.
Nesta followed you out of the front door as you shut it, Cassian still standing outside, quietly watching with that same grim look on his face as you hopped your neighbor's fence, running across the mass of property they had in the backyard, straight to the small horse stables they had. You went in and opened the first one you could find, a dark-colored mare with a splotchy white stripe down her face, and some white near her hooves.
Pulling the winter coat off of her the gentlest you could, you scrambled to find a bridle that fit the mare as she stomped nervously, and you eventually found one and slipped it on, the horse not seeming eager to get the bit in its mouth, even though you managed to get it in.
Nesta caught up with you and glanced from you to the horse.
âYou are crazy.â
She said though she had a slight smirk as she said it. You sighed, grabbing the reins and leading the mare outside of its stall, and you glanced over to Nesta.
âGive me a leg up?â
You asked with a small attempt at a grin, and she sighed, shaking her head in fond exasperation as she held her hands out for you to put your foot in, and you did, and she counted down from three before hoisting you up over the horse.
The large animal did not seem happy about that, either. But despite its protests, and the fact that you were riding it bareback because taking care of a bridle, saddle, stirrups and more was probably more than you could handle, you managed.
âTell Rhys to ignore anyone complaining of a missing horse for me, will you?â
You said with that weak little half-grin, and she returned it.
âSure, I can manage that.â
She said in an amused tone.
A moment of silence passed, before she swallowed, and spoke.
âBe careful. Donât get yourself killed.â
She said, and you nodded, laughing softly.
âI wonât. Once Iâm..safe, Iâll figure out a way to let you know. I promise.â
The inky mark of your oath spread around both of your wrists, reminding you of the promise. You didnât know how youâd tell her without anyone else, or a specific shadowsinger catching wind of where you were, but you would figure it out.
The wind blew by, and you swallowed again.
âWellâŚI guess this is goodbye.â
âFor now.â
She replied, and you nodded.
âFor now.â
And with that, she gave a single nod and began walking back over to Cassian, who offered a dip of his head in goodbye. You gently nudged the horse with your foot, gathering up the reigns, and it jolted forward, taking any excuse to run wild after being cooped up in a stall for so long.
It hopped the fence easily, despite how you almost fell off and began bounding off before you adjusted it Southeast, where you would skirt the boundaries of Night Court, and then head to Autumn.
Into Autumn, where freedom loomed, and into Autumn, where the threat of more than just your self-discovery loomed as well.
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PAC : Your natural gifts from your mother's family line
Hii guys how have you been , it's been long I hope you all have been taking care of yourself and eating well . Let's get into your reading choose with your intuition and take what resonates and leave the rest đŤ
Masterlist
Pile 1 :
You've got great hand at crafts and art , I hear mostly mosaic type of crafts you might have Arab roots somewhere in your ancestry .
You have natural inclination towards animals, I get heardsmanship . Animals are naturally attracted to your kindness . Some of you might be vegetarians.
Keeping records of things. You love to plan , journal set routines , keeping scrapbooks etc , very specific but I remember there's a place in banaras where they keep records of one's family , someone from your mother's line might have worked their or you need to visit that place for some knowledge in your family line , I believe Teerth purohit keep the records look more into it .
Swordsmanship skills are also a gift from your ancestors , not only in a normal way but in a metaphysical way , certain symbols were painted in your early weapons they were used as protection symbols , if you're struggling with protection yourself you can use those .
Pile 2 :
I get that you guys have such mesmerizing eyes , you descend from a clan of very gorgeous people, not just about the looks but the etiquette the enigma the sense of fashion and taste has been hereditary sure you have developed so much on your own but your blood sure has the essence.
Leadership skills , for most of you this is an untapped gift because you don't believe in yourself they're standing beside you do not be scared you're powerful you're worthy , you need to heal your throat sure everything else will follow.
You have a way with the winds and water , talents like swimming , sailing, surfing , fishing are natural to your, you might have a family line of pirates , people who worshipped and worked with water or water deities.
Some of you here might be adopted , if you're struggling to look into your original family your roots could be based in Celtic or Aztec lines . Offerings to a deity you connect well with help , very specifically look into your celtic zodiac tree for example it's oak leave offerings under the oak tree . Some women might help you , she mostly wears pink or orange .
Pile 3 :
You derive your activeness vitality energy from your mother's family line , if you feel lazy it's an inherent indication of some problems in your gut switch to a diet which is more fruit based , hazelnuts , macadamia etc . Find out about your traditional diet as it will activate you .
You're very fast at learning languages , mathematics etc you also have the gift of understanding and forming strategies.
Gardening , are you guys fairies cause you sure give their vibe , you're good at gardening and working with herbs , fairy magic , kitchen magic etc , start growing your own herbs you'll be good at it .
Some of you here might have Japanese roots and might descend from a line that practiced gyotaku ( Japanese art of fish printing ) you have a talent for that and also in crafts and art surrounding it . Dairy industry can also be one of your assests I also sense some Egyptian ancestry about people who had lot of camels. You're blessed by Goddess Hathor.
Thank you so much for reading have a great day/night đ
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đCozy observations đ
Itssss fall you guys!!!! đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ° Itâs actually super hot still where I live but that wonât stop me from living my cozy era. Anyways, I want to avoid collecting posts on my drafts for centuries so hereâs more general observations!
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đAquarius placements are simultaneously the most understanding and empathetic people ever and the biggest assholes out there. I don't know how they pull that contradiction off but it's true (I mean this in the best way possible btw)
Moreover, Iâve noticed Aquarius placements are way more appreciative of kindness and social harmony than Libra tbh. Libra's desire for harmony can be just for the sake of keeping appearances but they are actually very judgmental. Aquarius on the other hand tend to appreciate authenticity and have a âlive and let liveâ philosophy where they accept people unconditionally thatâs why they attract popularity. Underdeveloped Aquarius tho do have a tendency to break social harmony due to pick-me behavior
đ Cardinal moons are serial daters. I swear every person Iâve met who had a rather active love life or were always crushing on someone was more often than on Cardinal moon
Also, Cardinal moons are always very dominant people even when donât intend to be. They have a very summoning aura/personality that just demands engagement. They also tend to be social butterflies, even when theyâre introverted they always end up surrounded by people somehow
đ I like to think Pisces is the final movie while Virgo is all the behind the scenes and editing
đI've seen this endless times where people with Mars in Libra or 7th house always end up either in law or business (mostly creating their own business, freelancers, entrepreneurs, etc)
đAny Venusian influence on the MC/10th house/6th house indicates a career or job where youâre required to dress up and appear very put together, having a certain aesthetic can be important in your career
đSaturn square or opposite MC/10th house ruler indicates the native was forced into a career they never chose/wanted in the first place or they had to wait a long time to finally have the opportunity to pursue their ideal career OR the path towards the career they chose could have been harder/more unfulfilling than they expected
đ I also like to think Taurus stops to smell the flowers and creates a flower bed for herself. Virgo studies the flowers and learns all about photosynthesis and shit. Capricorn creates a flower business and monopolizes the flower market
đ Those with Mars influence on their moon (Moon-Mars aspects, Aries/Scorpio moon) are really good at throwing shade but theyâre unable to take it themselves. They donât like to feel called out.
đ Mars in the 12th house people will đđźhold đđź grudges đđź
đ To be quite honest with you, every single Virgo sun Iâve met had a very standoffish personality.
đ Saturn retrograde individuals raised themselves. Thatâs why this placement is known to have issues with authority and discipline because their parents didnât really parent them at all, so they had to set their own boundaries, rules and systems to navigate life. Getting their life together and materializing their ambitions could take extra effort for them
đ I usually like Capricorn Moons cause I always find that they are very loyal to everyone (friends, family, partner, etc) but honestly they are not as emotionally mature as you might think. They have a really hard time moving on from the past to the point where they can stay stuck in their wounded child self and spend a big chunk of their lives trying to overcompensate this with work, productivity and success. Tendency to depression, low emotional intelligence and being emotionally stunted. Deep down they feel like the victim of their own story
đ Aquarius sun+Scorpio moon: Iâve met quite a few people with this combo and with all of them Iâve noticed they always have a cult leader kinda mentality towards their friendships and connections (might apply to Aquarius+Scorpio combos in general). Youâre either with them or against them. If you're not a follower theyâll hit you with the "cool kids table" attitude
đ My mom has Mercury in the 4th house and she once said "I don't mind moving abroad but I can't live in a place where people don't speak my native language. I need to hear my native language"
đ When itâs said that Venus in the 1st house people know how to make themselves look good it doesnât mean just physically. The know how to present themselves as a more virtuous person than they actually are...
đMutable risings, Mars in a mutable sign/house: their motto is âwork smarter not harderâ. Their first instinct will always be to find a way around challenges and difficulties. They usually arenât the most action oriented people, but they are cunning. Their way to success is basically beating the system to make things easier for themselves.
đI can easily recognize Taurus Sun because they always ooze BDE. Also they always tend to have very rugged and bold physique/features
đFrom what I've seen Gemini Venus is a placement that easily makes someone stereotypically extroverted. Golden retriever energy
đHas anyone else noticed that succedent houses (aka fixed houses) are all related to money and wealth in some way?
2nd house: your resources, what spend your money on 5th house: gamble 8th house: shared resources, investments and debt 11th house: production of wealth
đAll Gemini and Cancer risings Iâve met had some sort of hypersensitivity to stimuli. Gemini rising is more mental; anxiety, overthinking, information overload, etc they easily get triggered by immediate stimuli, specially noise around them. For Cancer risings this manifests more in the senses (photosensitivity, very sensitive to smells, flavors, etc) and heightened intuition just like Spiderman with spider-sense
đIâm sorry but why are Cancer Mercuries so elusive in their communication??? Everything they say has this "well, maybe. I don't know" or "I guess" undertone to it, they never openly say what they really mean. They are good listeners tho
đUnderdeveloped Taurus placements feel entitled to use and dispose of people to benefit themselves. Tend to be very selfish and stingy. They do something for you they'll hang it over your head forever and act like they have ownership over you. You do something for them, they owe you nothing.
đPisces Moons grew up in their own little bubble. It's very likely they missed out on 'normal' mundane experiences and this makes them feel very separated from the rest of the world and the rest of the people which is why they often come off as clueless and disconnected. They often give off the impression they've been living under a rock or a parallel universe. A perfect example of this is when Kim Kardashian said she's never been to a grocery stoređ
Every single Pisces moon Iâve met never ever wanted to have kids and if they do have them they tend to not be too present in their kidsâ lives. The harsh truth is pisces moons are not reliable, generally they are the ones who want to be saved and cared for
đI've noticed earth Venus and Venus-Saturn aspects are a little bit too good at showing contempt. To some degree they always remind me of Disgust from the Inside Out movie đ
đ When I see Moon-Saturn conjunction in a chart I flinch a little tbh cause idk whatâs worse the fact that their mothers couldnât be bothered to give the native any sort of emotional comfort or the fact that these natives have normalized conditional love as the only kind of love possible. I've also noticed they grew up with strong authoritarian values and were never allowed to question hierarchies or status
Also, natives with Moon-Saturn conjunction are extremely shady people if you ask me. It's true they are insanely observant but what people don't seem to notice is that they are observant in a Joe Goldberg or Light Yagami kind of way without the murder They do be having inner monologues like that. They come across as calm, intelligent, respectful and trusted. Can use emotional expression (theirs and others') in strategic ways to influence others. Big tendency towards materialistic, utilitarian and/or elitist mindset too. I can't quite put my finger on it but I've met a lot of people with this aspect and the deeper I dig the more I keep feeling something very dark and/or disingenuous about them
đVenus square Neptune people and their lack of self-respect⌠đ
đAquarius Moons always give off the impression of having a rather lazy or passive personality. I'm not talking about their productivity but the fact that they seem to always have a "meh" attitude towards everything to the point where they can feel a bit disconnected similar to pisces moon
đVirgo risings often have freelance jobs due to Aquarius ruling their 6th house
đPeople with Industria rx (389) may actually dislike their work environment even if they like their job. Iâve noticed they often find the industry they work in to be toxic, depleting or too demanding
đEnterprise rx (9777) might always feel unsatisfied with their position, they might be the type to always want more and more
đ Aries Moon women and always attracting very immature and selfish men omg I've seen this time and time again
đ Scorpio moon/Moon 8th house is an underrated wealth indicator imo. I've noticed they always have a "from rags to riches" kinda life story. They however often face issues with fraud or debt along the way cause they have a tendency to take huge financial risks
đ you ever heard about the crabs in a bucket phenomenon? Well Ive actually observed underdeveloped 4th house placements do tend to have this kind of clingy and envious behavior particularly towards people that are really close to them. You can also experience this with people you have 4th house Synastry with; you get too attached to the comfort zone they provide to the point where they stifle your growth
đPisces placements đ¤ falling for people who are bluntly abusive, controlling and narcissistic. They want to believe theyâre living a beauty and the beast love story when in reality theyâre trauma bonding
đLibra/Taurus Mars people ARE problematic and petty as fuck, theyâre just good at the social game and making it look like they didn't do anything. Underdeveloped Venus energy is the opposite of peaceful, it gives major mean girl vibes and Mars being debilitated in these signs easily brings out this hostile side of Venus. The type to passively instigate drama just to make themselves look better. Very hypocritical
đWhat natives with Saturn in Taurus will consider first when choosing a career is make sure that it is well payed and gives them financial status. Other factors come second
đFixed+cardinal combo in the luminaries is hands down the best sun-moon combo I've seen tbh (specially fixed sun+cardinal moon), they're a force to be reckoned with. Very charismatic, outspoken and confident people with healthy ego if developed. Most people I've met with this combo were very extroverted and/or excellent leaders
đSagittarius placements đ¤ this pose đâđź
đLibra/7th house Lilith have a tendency to judge a book by its cover all the time
đI've noticed Pisces MC/10th house natives aren't very ambitious. They seem to not really care about things like self-development or being on top. From what I've seen they mostly aspire to have a pleasant and glamurous life that frees them form real life mundane worries and could desire to retire as early as possible. In some cases I've seen they could want a "princess" kinda lifestyle where they literally have no responsibilities. They want a career that liberates them from any pressure of achieving material expectations and allows them to just go brain dead all the time following a higher power/inspiration/knowledge. That's why many artists have this placements and I've also seen cases of Pisces MC people who wanted to be nuns and nurses. I've noticed that when they genuinely don't care about recieving recognition or achievements but rather do things bc it aligns with their soul that's when they become successful
đScorpio placements have a tendency to be very cynical I've noticed, specially mercury and mars
đGemini/3rd house Lilith can spot lies from miles away and will not be sacred to call it out
đAs per my observation the water sign that gets idolized the most is not Pisces but Cancer 100%. Yes Pisces does get idolized but Iâve noticed thatâs actually very short-lived, people tend to switch up on them SO fast cause they project a deeply unrealistic image on them and eventually fall off the pedestal. Cancer placements on the other hand are not infantized like Pisces, they are consistently very sought after people Iâve observed. They always come across as emotionally reliable even when theyâre not, people always go soft for them while simultaneously respecting them so theyâre always seen as perfect,kind,charming,etc. Their personality naturally portrays an energy of unconditional love and understanding so people easily get obsessed and addicted to them
đI always find that Pisces Venus natives have a very whimsical and juvenile personality. They also have a very extravagant taste they may like anything with bright colors, glittery shiny stuff, squishy toys, etc. they have a tendency to be a bit tacky and corny Iâve noticed
đEvery fixed moon I've seen avoided any sort of emotional rehabilitation like the plague unless itâs strictly necessary. They believe no one can begin to understand them better than themselves and they got it all figured out already. Now this is more my opinion but I feel like they low-key underestimate the amount of healing they actually need to do cause they really struggle taking emotional accountability. They have a tendency to act like their needs and feelings justify everything so there's not much to "fix" or heal
đPeople who have at least 2 out of their big 3 in cardinal signs are often seen as the golden girl/boy
đCapricorn/Virgo moons will be literally the best at what they do and make it seem so effortless. If you ask them how they got so successful they'll be like "idk I guess I just practiced a lot"
đIâve noticed your 8th house sign(s) represent themes that people are consistently using against you as the fastest way to tear you down, so you always end up feeling powerless here at some point. Thatâs why you tend to resent this energy and have toxic dynamics with people who have their planets here. This house is literally the death of you (8th from 1st), but it can also be the source of your empowerment once you claim this energy so it's best that you keep this house to yourself as much as possible. Some examples:
Gemini 8th house: using what you say against you. you could have a hard time with people believing your words, what you say is always scandalous and/or rubs people the wrong way. Gossip or information that makes you look bad. People always think youâre lying or deceiving or have ulterior motives Cancer 8th house: you could struggle with getting sympathy and emotional support from people. Others think youâre just being vulnerable and complaining for clout. Any display of emotion or care will be seen as manipulative. People trying to break or ruin your relationship with your family or closed ones Capricorn 8th house: you struggle with people respecting you, others don't take you seriously and don't see you as a valid authority. Any attempt to make yourself respected will be seen as dictatorial or elitist behavior, any desire to succeed will be seen as you being power hungry. People try to dismiss or belittle your achievements
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raaaaant time
so, I am very upset over the new MenĂŠndez brothers series that came out. If youâve seen it, you probably know why. Before I go into this, if you donât know about this case, the menendez brothers had murdered their mom and dad in 1989 as self defense, fearing of them soon murdering them themselves, after suffering years of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse by their parents hands.
for context I am a long time supporter of these men. Iâve known about this case since I was around 12 (unsupervised internet access, lmao) and I supported them then and I support them now.
This series is fucking disgusting. And not just because of the atrocious, disrespectful, and weirdly comedic relief portrayals of these traumatized men, no no no, it also of course just had to include sexualization and Incestuous fetishization of them. I was SO EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE watching these scenes. Iâm sure itâs all supposed to show how their father had fucked up the brothers relationship and how he blurred the lines for them of whatâs appropriate and not appropriate to do with your family, but this crosses a god damn line. Itâs possible Iâm also giving this dumb fuck director too much credit. Idk if itâs just me, but this feels like a writers barely disguised fetish moment. So many scenes felt like the start of a porno, and at times DID BECOME A PORNO!!!!!
I remember so many times of me yelling out loud in shock âWHAT IS THIS SHOW????â
the dialogue is trash, the pacing is trash, the portrayal is trash, etc. The only part I personally think was great was when they recreated the footage of Lyle and Erik walking into court. When I was watching it I felt they really looked and acted like the brothers at that moment. And the fact itâs surrounded by such garbage is sad. It really felt disconnected from the other episodes and scenes because of how much I enjoyed that little moment. And they werenât even talking or anything.
Thereâs only like one word I could use to describe a lot of the scenes, especially the sexualization scenes, which is: unnecessary.
Gotta be honest, I really wanted to like this show! Thought it could bring back attention on this case again. Show empathy towards them. But no, I had to watch two actors portraying real life traumatized brothers kiss each other.
I am seriously wondering now if Ryan Murphy wanted two actors with romantic/sexual chemistry casted on purpose for what seems to be some sort of fantasy of his.
I started this show YESTERDAY, I am halfway through episode 7 right now. I wanted to see if itâd get better, and it just never did. But honestly? Itâs my fault. What did I fucking expect from a Netflix series thatâs directed by the guy who made GLEE? Iâm still mad now, but I canât even describe how even more upset I was yesterday watching it.
I legit could probably go on for days about how disrespectful this show is, and good on Erik for not being afraid to call it and the directors out.
Itâs in vain to say this, because obviously theyâll never see it, but: Ryan Murphy and Ian Brennan you two are pieces of utter dogshit. What about any of this was a good idea? You guys deserve to be sued for thinking this was okay. You deserve it for making Dahmer, and you deserve it for making this. I donât even wanna SAY all the horrible things I think about you guys. All i hope is nobody ever hands you two a god damn camera again. Sincerely go fuck yourselves.
I know Iâm being a dramatic little bitch again for the 100th time but this is truly horrendous. This isnât just a story you can add shit to and get creative with, guys, this is their LIVES. These are real human people with dignities and families that care about them. Theyâve been disrespected enough, the fact that they were sentenced to life in general just shows how little people empathized with them.
This audacity of this being made. This very serious story of trauma being turned into this weird comedy show.
what is this RPF, Ryan Murphy? ARE YOU BORED??? How about you go make a actual fucking difference? Cause you know what, Erik and Lyle are, and theyâre the ones whoâre incarcerated!
thatâll be all.
#menendez brothers#erik menendez#lyle menendez#Thisâll be the only time I ever talk about true crime fr#Iâm mad that they wasted genuine good talent in this#The acting is actually really amazing and I hope the actors do something better than this#Poor lyles actor probably lost his voice after all that hooting and hollering#the menendez brothers
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nsfw alphabet oscar piastri edition !
a = aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
sweet baby is probably making sure you came, getting in between your legs and licking you clean like the tease he is before cleaning you up properly with a towel and getting you your favorite drink. he jokes around a lot but does not play when it comes to caring for you.
b = body part (favorite body part on themselves, as well as their partnerâs)
oscar is OBSESSED with your fucking tits. oh my god you cannot convince me otherwise. every time he sees your rack on display in a low-cut shirt (regardless of your size) he gets turned on. itâs gotten to the point where he has to take a âbathroom breakâ during family dinners because he just canât believe youâre his.
once you guys got more comfortable during sex, he got you to ride his face, and oh my god oscar was so happy in that moment. after that, he made sure at least weekly you were nearly suffocating him with your sweet pussy, so, long story short, he likes his nose because you also like it! âĽď¸şâżď¸şâ¤
c = cum (anything to do with cum)
baby cums so much you get worried you might get knocked up sometimes (even though youâre on the pill). if you havenât cum yet, his stringy ropes will definitely hit all the right spots, leaving you in a moaning mess.
sometimes he cums on your belly and licks it off you when youâre insecure that day, just to show you how much he worships your body.
oscar also loves making you taste your own cum after fingering you slowly for an hour. you just taste so good! he canât help it. (>âżâ )
d = dirty secret (dirty secret of theirs!)
oscar secretly wants to fuck you while youâre tied up. he seems like the type to joke around and make sarcastic remarks during sex, but deep down heâs fucking sadistic. he wants to see how helpless you can get under his hands.
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
yes. just yes.
haha just kidding. i actually donât think heâs that experienced, just because of the fact heâs probably been focused on racing his whole life and never really had a chance to hook up with people. naturally, his body count is low.
that being said, though, heâs not scared at all to try new things with you. oscar has no shame when it comes to making you guys feel goodâso donât worry about experience!
f = favorite position (cowgirl, missionary, etc.)
oscar loves fucking you face to face, with your hands held above your head in his left hand and his other hand fondling your tits. heâs big on seeing your reactions, and making you face him while yours contorts with pleasure and pain.
g = goofy (are they serious or more humorous in the moment?)
oscarâs actually pretty scary when it comes to freaky time. you love to tease him just to be a brat, but when your man finally snaps, oscar canât help it but show you whoâs in control. he loves a good laugh, and sometimes when you guys are having soft sex, itâs not rare to hear giggling, but in all other occasions, your man is taming you.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)
this man could care less about the hair situation down there. he shaves and whatnot so itâs never uncomfortable for him while racing, but he knows you like it when thereâs a happy trail for you to get entranced in. he also loves forcing you down his cock so your nose is surrounded by his pubes. it makes him so much harder.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
oh my god this man literally asked you to be his girlfriend with a whole garden of candles and roses. he plays it off like these romantic moments are just to get you flustered, but he truly does enjoy making a good cute memory with you and learning more about you.
j = jack off (masturbation head canon)
oscar doesnât have much time for getting himself off. (ââ¸â) regardless of his horniness level, most nights, he just falls right to sleep. when he does have a spare minute, though, he jacks off to videos of you moaning his name. he imagines it were your fingers wrapped around himself.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
like mentioned previously, oscar loves to tie your ass up, making you whimper and cum several times over before he even thinks about himself.
other than rigging, oscar loves some good food play, like eating whipped cream or something sweet from your tits until you beg for his dick.
l = location (favorite place to have sex!)
he is utterly addicted to fucking you in the car. he loves it when you think youâre the boss and drive him around town. even after you scraped another car trying to park (totally the other carâs fault), he still ate you out, reassuring you that he can afford to fix a little mistake like yours.
extra points if he gets you to suck his dick while he drives. he saw you cum in your panties one time just from sucking him off, and he found it really hot, but he knows youâd be so embarrassed if he ever found out, so he never said anything about it.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
absolutely anything to do with your tits turns him on. if youâre in the pool or itâs cold and your nipples become prominentâboom! heâs bricked up. if you spill something on your shirt and you try to clean it up with a napkinâyou guessed it! manâs bricked up!
he also fucking loves it when youâre a brat, even though it seems otherwise. when you stick your tongue out at him, all he can think about is that tongue getting forced down your throat by his dick. itâs obvious because his cheeks turn red.
n = no (something they wouldnât do, turn offâs)
oscar doesnât fuck with blood play or any cutting of the skin for that matter. itâs inconvenient as he trains daily and canât afford injuries.
he also doesnât really enjoy being dommed for a whole week. heâs got to have at least 60% control in the bedroom for him to be happy.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
oscar loves driving you insane with his tongue on your pussy, eating you out how he knows you like it, but he honestly loves it more when you suck him off. itâs just a power thing, and you donât complain because it also turns you on. ( ^Ď^)
he doesnât mind how good or bad you are at blowjobs. as long as youâre putting in the effort, this man is bound to cum.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
oscar leans more on the slow side just because he wants to torture you and show you whoâs in control. every now and then when youâve proven your worth heâll go fast and rough the way you like it, because, at the end of the day, heâs whipped for you.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
oh my god i just know oscar has a quickie before every race to calm his nerves down. if he doesnât listen to music beforehand he has to chill out in some other way, no? usually he prefers you sucking his dick off in the family bathroom before hopping in the f1 car, but when he doesnât have you, he makes due with his hands ďźďšďź (though he swears he preforms better after a blowjob from you).
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
your man loves risking being caught while fucking you because he simply doesnât give a fuck. he personally thinks the chance of getting caught makes the whole situation hotter, and loves covering your moans with wet kisses.
to experiment with non-vanilla type sex, heâs more than happy to do so. he really doesnât mind trying new things, because baby knows what to fall back on if youâre not getting the pleasure you deserve. (>âżâ )
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
oscar can go for as long as you need. when he has the time, he loves to overstimulate you until youâre near passing out. all of the training heâs done is more than enough to fuck you hard like you want it!
t = toys (do they own toys and use them? on a partner or on themselves?)
due to his busy schedule, baby has a toy that he knows will get him off quick and take away the horniness for at least a few hours. for himself, heâs never really adventured into the world of sex toys, preferring his hands or basic toy.
when he met you, though, he started purchasing all sorts of gadgets just to drive you crazy. his favorite one to use on you is the vibrator with a suction cup that attaches to the ground. he makes you ride it and cum all over it, stroking himself at the erotic scene before fucking you hard with his own dick, making you say that his is better.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
like mentioned previously, oscar teases you endlessly, mainly just to show you whoâs the boss. youâre just so cute under his lengthy fingers; who wouldnât tease you a bit?
v = volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make? etc.)
oh god oscar lets it all out when heâs fucking your pussy. after a day of dealing with the press and holding in all of the rude comebacks he couldâve made to the reporters, oscar needs to let off his steam vocally. he groans and tells you dirty things, calling you his slut, not bothering to keep his volume down for the neighboring hotel rooms. frankly, he finds it a bit funny for them to have to hear all of his sounds.
bonus points if he can make you scream cutely as well! â§ĎâŚ
w = wild card (a random head canon for the person)
âmmph, fuckkk oscarrrr, feels sooo goood,â you moan with your eyes closed, focused on riding his nose while his tongue did magic to your clit. oscar just hummed in response, the vibrations going right to your core. at first you were a bit worried in case you happened to suffocate your man, but thankfully, the worry dissipated and you were riding your high, oscar with his hands on your thighs. âso fucking hot,â heâd grumble from under you, making you ride his face even faster. when you were close, oscar made sure to tug you down so he could fuck you good with his tongue, lewd noises echoing in the room.
x = x-ray (letâs see whatâs going on beneath the clothes)
wow your mans is packing. oscar acts chill but thatâs because heâs able to be so confident with his figure! thereâs no reason to be insecure because baby is packing, and he knows it.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
his is quite average, or if anything, below average. heâs learned how to resist his urges when training, and for that reason, only really gets hot and bothered when he sees you! ~>_<~ as long as youâre nearby, all he can think about is that pretty body of yours!
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
oscar falls asleep rather quickly because he knows heâll be able to have you all to himself the day after. he knows youâre loyal to him and youâll also want to spend some quality time with him. youâre his safe space, so naturally, he falls asleep around you! *^_^*
notes:
omg i wrote a whole fxcking report on this manâs sex habits holy sh!t. i wish i could write essays like how i write smut. =_=
but yes, hope you enjoyed reading! <3 who should i do next?
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thinking about... yandere!batfam...
Imagine you're living your normal life and *boom*, one day suddenly a portal opens right in front of you, you fall through it, it closes right behind you. You can only make out a few vague shapes making their way towards you before you pass out.
When you wake up you're... in a bed. Surrounded by a bunch of people who introduce themselves as the Wayne family. You're in Gotham. There was some kind of portal accident with a villain and you fell here from a different dimension and you're stuck until they can figure out how to fix the portal machine, because it was broken during the fight.
Villain? Portals? Gotham? And what was this family doing there during a fight?? They explain that they're vigilantes, Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, etc etc. They decided to tell you this because you'll have to work with them to figure out your home dimension and they didn't trust anyone else to take you in, plus this is just more efficient [and more comfortable than living in the batcave]. I haven't decided yet if you're from a dimension where they exist in comics or don't exist at all, but either way, you're really confused bc this is just not something that happens in your universe.
Anyways. You live with them now, get closer to all of them, work with them sometimes (even though you can't do much, mostly you just watch them work but they insist it's important you're there), decorate your temporary room in the manor a bit, learn some stuff about this dimension (some people have superpowers?? cool!!). You can't go outside though, they say that would be dangerous, as you're not from this dimension and not supposed to be here at all. You want to go back home, but the repairing of the portal machine seems to be very complicated, everyone keeps telling you they just can't figure it out...
One day, during a rare (very rare) moment alone, you decide to look around the manor. You still haven't seen everything in here, it's so big! After some exploration, you stumble across an interesting room that's kind of hidden away. It looks almost exactly like your new room in the manor, but dusty, with some items you remember the Batfamily proudly showing you as you were decorating your room, and becoming unreasonably disappointed when you didn't like them. But the most concerning thing is that there are pictures of you. Not new ones they took since you've been here, but older ones, where you're younger. But, no, it doesn't seem like they're pictures of you exactly, there are photos of a pre-teen you on Bruce's shoulders, that can't be you, you just met them! There are also pictures of a vigilante you've never seen before, which you figure must be this other-you as well. What happened to them? And why would everyone hide this from you?
Turns out you didn't come here from an accident with a villain at all. The Batfamily lost the other version of you somehow and decided they wanted you back. But not a strong, smart vigilante like the version of you from this universe. No, they could get hurt again, or figure out what's going on sooner and escape. They chose you, hoping they could slowly get you accustomed to the idea of staying and then one day lie to you and say they can't fix the portal machine, they can't send you back. It still hurts them to know you're not exactly like the you they lost, you were raised in a completely different way, of course you're not the same, but they'd never let you go, either. They love you.
They were hoping you wouldn't find everything out so soon... but, well, they can fight over whose fault it is that you were able to find this room later, first they need to find a way to calm you down and stop you from leaving them.
If you find yourself drugged and/or tied to your bed, don't be mad at them! You gave them no time to explain before you started panicking and trying to get away, they couldn't just let that happen!
#if some of this doesn't make sense I'm sorry lol english isn't my first language and i have a fever#yandere batfamily#yandere batfam#yandere batman#yandere dc#yandere#x reader#reader insert
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Sunday Sinner
đ staring. Mark & Donghyuck x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. âEverything is wrong,â Mark sighs. âDoing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in Church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But⌠as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.â
tw/cw. threesomes, inexperienced!Mark, fingering, blow jobs, deep throating, pussy eating, spit roasting, voyeurism, lots of masturbation (especially in the shower), Hyuck has a dirty mouth, sin sin sin, unprotected sex, creampies, cum play, kink for being 'full', religious contention, Mark gets hard during Sunday Service, Mark getting outed as low key virgin, proposition, Mark uses a cross necklace in sinful ways, praise, slight degradation, inklings of corruption kink, squirting, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) angel. (Mark's) church boy.
đšÂ rating.18+ explicit I wc. 12.6k
đ aus.frat/uni au, soccer player au, church/inexperienced!Mark, etcâŚ
âď¸Â mlist + an. I've wanted to do a fic about Mark being Christain for a while, but I wanted to make one that was still respectful. This idea popped into my head, and I think it turned out really well :) it's only slight blasphemy.
Thereâs nothing like a frat party after a big win for the university soccer team. Even though Mark doesnât really drink, and heâs never smoked a joint in his entire life, itâs nice to be surrounded by happy energy.Â
His team always laughs at him when he notes how celebrations can feel almost church-like, but the indescribable buzz that fills the entire frat is familiar to the man whoâs been going to Sunday Services his entire life.Â
Mark likes seeing familiar faces, and if he hadnât been raised in a very big family type of system, heâs not so sure heâd be this okay with crowds, or the number of people who reach out to pat him on the shoulder and shake his hand in congratulations for scoring the winning goal.
It had been a great game, and when Markâs ball had sunk into the top left corner of the net, heâd run to the side lines to fall to his knees and make the sign of the cross, grabbing at the religious pendant around his neck to kiss it. People have always made fun of him for this tradition of his, but nothing will ever stop him from thanking God - his God - for the fortune life has brought him.
Even now, the necklace is securely around his throat, the cross resting just below his shirt. The cool metal brushes by his skin when he moves through the frat house, a constant reminder of his faith.Â
Something is drawing him outside, and Mark has always been someone who leans into the feelings he canât put his finger on. Itâs something like divine guidance, and Mark exits the frat to step onto the back patio, where his friends are in a circle around a fire.Â
It smells like weed, something Mark hadnât liked at first, but itâs now a scent heâs used to, and he heads over to stand next to his roommate.Â
Lee Donghyuck and Mark have been friends since high school, where a few âless wokeâ teachers had assumed - because of their shared last name - that two were cousins, or something of the sort. Theyâd always been put in group projects together. At first, Hyuck had been too much for Mark to handle, but over the years, heâs come to like the chaotic energy of his closest friend, despite all their differences, mainly, their disagreements on religion.
âLook what the cat dragged in!â Hyuck bellows, throwing his arm around Mark to pull him tight to his hoodie covered side, which reeks of marijuana.Â
âChurch boy Mark!â Yuta grins from across the circle, raising his beer in a mock toast to the man who had won them their soccer game.Â
âCan he even be here?â a bitchy foreign exchange student from Thailand asks, earning a shove from Markâs frat âbigâ Johnny.
âOf course he can be here,â the man from Chicago laughs.
âI just mean-â Ten is quick to correct himself, âweâre playing Never Have I Ever. Are we sure this is suitable for him?â
âMark plays games,â Hyuck insists, but Markâs not so sure about this one.Â
âHe doesnât even have a drink,â Ten notes, looking Mark up and down.
âSomeone get him something,â Hyuck says, snapping his fingers at one of their pledges. âOne of the iced tea mixes, the low percent ones-â
âHyuck-â Mark sighs.
âTrust me,â Hyuck assures him, âyou hardly do anything with your life, itâs not like youâll have to drink that much.â
Mark still doesnât feel too enthused about joining the game, but he supposes his heart led him out here for one reason or another, so he accepts the hard iced tea can Jisung hands him. His eyes immediately scan it for the alcohol content, and he sighs. âThis is the same as beer.â
âCome on, church boy,â Hyuck groans. âYouâll only have like three sips, max. Watch-â without waiting for Mark to agree, Hyuck is addressing the circle again. âNever have I ever sucked cock.âÂ
The girls in the vicinity all make sounds of annoyance, raising their drinks to their lips. In the periphery, Yuta also sips his beer, and after a moment and a groan, so does Ten.Â
âSee!?â Hyuck squeezes Markâs shoulder. âYouâre already zero for one.â
âThat was a low blow, Hyuck,â your voice draws Markâs attention. Youâre standing on the other side of his best friend, which shouldnât be that big of a surprise, seeing as youâre Hyuckâs fuck buddy.Â
Mark takes a moment to assess you while Hyuck rolls his eyes and defends himself. The church goer has always thought you were pretty, and youâre smart too, much too smart for the crazy gemini he has as a roommate.Â
âTwo can play that game,â you warn, raising your voice to announce, âNever have I ever eaten pussy.â
Markâs skin prickles, panic washing over him as every man around the fire - and even a few girls - drink. The church boy can feel his grip on his can shaking slightly, and for a brief moment he considers having a swig of the hard iced tea just to protect himself, but, well⌠it would be a lie. And if thereâs one thing Mark Lee doesnât do, itâs lie.Â
Mark can feel eyes on him as he downcasts his gaze to the ground. His skin is heating with embarrassment, and he just prays to God no one makes a big deal out of this-
âYouâve never eaten pussy?â Jeno yells, and Mark just knows the question is directed at him.Â
He looks up, lips parting at the shock of being put on the spot.Â
âWait, you guys havenât heard the church camp story?â Hyuck asks, and now Markâs really panicking. But itâs too late to stop his loose lipped roomie, who is already diving into Markâs past for the whole circle to hear. âThis one time, he fucked a girl at church camp, and a Jesus picture fell off the wall, so he hasnât even touched a girl since then.âÂ
A few people laugh, and while Mark can understand that - objectively - theyâre not laughing at him, but at the story, he canât help but get defensive.
âIt fell off the wall, Hyuck,â Mark insists, voice shaking. âHow else do you explain that?â
âIâve always thought you were just banging that girl too hard,â Hyuck suggests, earning a few sounds of agreement from other frat boys.Â
But Hyuck wasnât there when it had happened, and Mark knows for a fact there was no true bed rocking going on. Heâd been taking things slow, and the only possible explanation for the picture falling - in his mind at least - is that heâd disappointed God.Â
Heâd done a hundred Hail Maryâs as repentance, and now that his secret has been put out where everyone can hear, he thinks maybe he should do fifty more for good measure.
âIâve gotta go,â Mark mumbles, handing Hyuck his drink.
Markâs roommate tries to stop him from scurrying away, but the damage has been done, and the man who scored the winning goal at the soccer game rushes back into the frat house with red ears that betray his shame.
âYou canât still be mad at me,â Hyuck whines, chasing after you as you exit the frat bathroom.
âWhy do you assume Iâm mad at you?â
âBecause I followed you to the toilet and you didnât wanna smash?â Your fuck buddy manages to pin you to the wall, hands on either side of your head while he looks at you with serious eyes, a contrast to the sentence thatâs just come out of his mouth.
âSometimes a girlâs just gotta pee, Hyuck,â you laugh.
âDonât play games, angel,â he insists. âYouâre mad about the Mark thing.â
âSo you admit I have something to be mad about.â
Hyuck lets out a sigh. âFine, yes.â He pulls away from you, throwing up a hand in defeat. âI shouldnât have told everyone his stupid Jesus picture story. There, I said Iâm sorry, are you happy now?â
âYou said what?â
He groans, and in one motion, heâs pinning you to the wall again, his lips just millimeters away from yours. When he speaks, his voice is low, and his eyes drill into your own, âIâm sorry.â
After a moment, you say softly, âI donât think Iâm the one you should be apologizing to.â
âYou want me to apologize to Mark?!âÂ
âAmong other things.â
Hyuck pulls away, looking you up and down. âYou better not be suggesting what I think your horny ass is suggesting.â
âI donât know,â you smirk. âWhat do you think Iâm thinking?â
âIt looks like youâre thinking about going upstairs to offer Mark help with getting over his Jesus sex fear.â
âAnd that would upset you?â You cock your head to the side, assessing your fuck buddy.
âAngel,â he groans, âyouâre mine.âÂ
âAm I though?â you counter. âAm I really?â
When youâd started sleeping with Hyuck, heâd made it clear that heâs not the kind of guy who likes to be tied down to one person. While he can be somewhat possessive, part of your arrangement is that you can both do what you want, and right now, youâre seriously considering fucking the sweet church boy youâve had a slight infatuation with since year one.
âFuck the fact that youâre not my girlfriend,â Hyuck says finally. âThere are bigger reasons you shouldnât do this.â
âYeah? Like what?â
âWell for one,â your fuck buddy leans in, his lips ghosting by your ear as he whispers, âMark has a massive crush on you.â
For some reason, you find yourself laughing. Leave it to Hyuck to spill two of Markâs biggest secrets in the span of one hour.Â
âIf Mark has a crush on me, then I have to do this. You can either join us, or go cry about it.â
Hyuck sighs. âFor an angel, you can be a bit of a fucking demon sometimes.â
âAnd you love it.âÂ
You and Hyuck are standing outside his bedroom. The door is locked when you try to open it, and Hyuck watches you let out a deep sigh before knocking. âMark? You in there?â
âOf course heâs in there,â Hyuck whispers, rolling his eyes.
âShh! Be nice!â you chastise him, playfully smacking his arm. Your voice is soft when you call out again, knocking gently a few more times. âMark? Please let me in.â
The music from downstairs is too loud for Hyuck to hear movement in his room, but after a few moments, the door opens and Mark peers out.
âOh, itâs both of you.â
âDonât sound so disappointed, Mark,â Hyuck nearly laughs, placing his palm on the wood so he can force it open before his friend tries to shut the door again. âI live here too, you know.â
âHow could I forget,â Mark sighs, heading over to flop onto his bed.
You and Hyuck enter the room, and he clicks the lock back into place behind him. He watches you approach his friend, sitting on the foot of the mattress.Â
When you reach out, ghosting your hand over Markâs shin, Hyuck leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He wouldnât define himself as a jealous type of guy, but watching you be gentle with Mark is definitely bringing up some suppressed emotions, and Hyuckâs not sure what to make of it.
âMark,â you stroke his leg. âHyuck has something to say to you.â
âHuh?!â Hyuckâs eyes widen, and he looks between you and his roommate.Â
Youâre going to make him proposition his friend for you?Â
âYeah, didnât you tell me you wanted to apologize?â Thereâs a warning tone in your voice, and when you look over your shoulder at Hyuck, you give him an expression filled with expectation.
âRight,â Hyuck coughs. âI uh⌠Iâm sorry for what happened at the fire.â
He can tell by your small eye roll that youâre not fully satisfied with his apology, but Mark doesnât seem to mind. The church boy sighs, running a hand over his face. âItâs okay,â he mumbles.
âItâs not okay,â you insist, turning your gaze back to Mark. âIâm also sorry for saying never have I ever eaten pussy. I was trying to attack Hyuck and make him drink, but you got caught in the crossfire.âÂ
âYou didnât mean to, though,â Mark says. âI shouldnât have joined the game. This is a lesson for me, I guess.â
âAw, Mark,â Hyuck canât see your face, but he knows youâre frowning. âWe wanted you to join the game. We like it when you do things with us.âÂ
Itâs interesting for Hyuck to hear you saying the royal âwe,â as if youâre a couple, a unit.Â
âIâm sure the incident with the Jesus picture was very traumatizing for you,â you continue, sounding as genuine as ever while your hand continues to smooth up and down Markâs leg. âI can understand why youâd be⌠apprehensive about doing anything sexual after that.â
Mark groans, covering his face with his hands. Hyuck canât help but smile when he sees his friendâs ears flaring red with embarrassment, itâs always so easy to get the church boy riled up.
âI just want you to knowâŚâ you shift a little where youâre seated, moving closer to Hyuckâs roommate, âthis is a safe space. If you ever wanted to⌠try something like that again, there arenât any Jesus pictures here to knock down.â
âWhat?â Markâs lips part with shock, and he looks between you and Hyuck. âAre you twoâŚâ
âPropositioning you?â Hyuck suggests. âYeah, she is.âÂ
âIâm not-â Mark swallows thickly. âI donât want your pity.â
âItâs not pity,â you assure him.Â
âShe wants to fuck you, Mark,â Hyuck says, trying to be helpful. âIt will be good for you.â
âGood for me?â Mark squeaks.
âYouâre a frat boy whoâs practically a virgin, dude,â Hyuck nearly laughs. âYouâve gotta dip your dick in the sinful water sometime. Whatâs life without eating a little pussy?â
âOh my god,â Mark groans, covering his face with his hands.Â
âItâs not that bad, Jesus wonât mind, you donât even have to put your dick in her!â Hyuck canât believe heâs the one backing this now, but he also canât really believe his roommate is a near-virgin.Â
âThis canât be happening-â Mark is still hiding his face, his ears as scarlet as ever.
âListen, â Hyuck sighs, âwe usually fuck while youâre at church on Sundays. But if you wanted, we could wait a little and let you join after your service tomorrow.â
Markâs eyes widen. âAfter my service? Are you two crazy?âÂ
âYou donât have to decide right now,â you assure him. âIâm sure this is a lot to take in, especially after the day you had. I donât think Iâve congratulated you on your goal in the game today yet-â
Hyuck scoffs at how you could be bringing that up right now.
âJust think about it,â you continue, giving Markâs thigh a gentle squeeze. âIâm going to go home now, but, tomorrow, if you want to try eating pussy, Hyuck and I will be here.â
Hyuck wonders what would happen if it was just you propositioning Mark. If heâd be more willing to agree. Itâs definitely an added level of sin to have Hyuck in the room while Mark rips his virgin bandaid off, but itâs not like Hyuckâs going to leave Mark alone with you.
Youâre his angel, even if youâre looking to save Mark.
Mark canât pay attention to the sermon. His palms are sweaty, no matter how many times he rubs them against his pants. He feels like - at any moment - a big Jesus statue could just fall over and everyone in the church would turn to him, knowing he was the cause due to his sinful thoughts.
What makes it worse, is the way he can feel blood rushing to his cock. Heâs half hard at the Sunday service, and heâs never felt like a worse Christain.Â
This experience definitely trumps the losing of his virginity, if that���s even possible, and he hasnât even done anything with you yet.
But in the dark, back corners of his mind, Mark knows that will change. He knows he wonât be able to resist you, youâre just too tempting. He doesnât have that kind of control over himself, no matter how much he wishes he did.
When the service is over, Mark stands on shaky legs, grabbing a Bible to hold in front of his crotch while he exits the place of worship to head back to the frat.Â
The fresh air does little to calm his nerves. If anything, the closer he gets to his home, the more sinful he feels. He knows each step is one step closer to you, one step closer to religious paraphenia being miraculously moved by the hand of God-Â
Yet, he canât stop. He canât even alter his course, and when he reaches the frat, he doesnât say one word to the boys kicking around in the kitchen, he heads straight up to his room.Â
When he gets to his door, Mark pauses. His hands are shaky as he reaches for the knob, and for a second, he wonders if he should knock. Taking a deep breath, Mark decides to ignore his manners, pushing into the room.
Heâs almost relieved to find you and Hyuck sitting in his bed, fully clothed, watching something on Netflix.Â
âHiya, Mark,â Hyuck waves, as if their relationship isnât about to be completely altered.
âHow was Sunday service?â you ask.
âHow was it?â Mark shuts the door behind himself, giving his head a little shake as he hurries over to the closet to discard his jacket. âYou know, good.â
âWhy are you carrying a Bible?â Hyuck asks, looking him up and down. âDid you steal that from your church?â
Panic shoots through Mark. He had most definitely accidentally stolen it from his church, wihtout giving it a second thought. His mind had been so focused on you and covering his boner-Â
âI can give it back,â Mark insists, palms sweating again as he places the book gently on top of his backpack.Â
âYou look spooked, dude. Did some pastor try to touch you?âÂ
âHyuck!â you practically scream, slapping your hand over your fuck buddyâs mouth. âYou canât say things like that!â
Hyuck mumbles something against your hand that sounds like âhistorically accurate,â and Mark wants to strangle him.Â
âYou want to know why I look stressed?â Mark sighs. âBecause you two are sinners who propositioned me last night!â
Hyuck moves your hand from his mouth, smirking. âCome on, Mark, be sinners with us!â
âThis is not helping,â you whisper to your fuck buddy, gently pushing his shoulder before you stand from the bed, approaching Mark with an empathetic expression. âIâm sorry about last night, we shouldnât have pushed that on you.â
âItâs okay,â Mark shakes his head, refusing to meet your gaze.
âItâs not, weâre horrible, dirty, sinful people,â you reach out, linking your pinkie with Markâs. Itâs a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. âForget we ever said anything.â
âI canât forget,â Mark states, finally looking at you. He licks his lips, thinking of something else to say, but all that comes out is âI canât forget,â and itâs the truth.Â
You open your mouth, and Mark hangs on what your next words will be-
Hyuck interrupts the moment. âSo are you gonna eat pussy or what?â
âHyuck!â you yell, turning to flash a warning glare at the man whoâs giggling to himself on his bed.Â
Mark doesnât even want to focus on his friend right now. Instead, he reaches out, taking your other hand gently. He gazes down at your fingers, too scared to look at your face.Â
âI thinkâŚâ Mark swallows the lump in his throat. âI think we should do this.â
âReally?â you ask while Hyuck lets out a loud âWhat?!â
âYouâre both right⌠maybe it will be good for me.â Mark canât believe the words coming out of his own mouth. âBut- Iâm not sure what Iâm even ready for.â
âWe can go slow,â you assure him, squeezing his hand. âAnything youâre comfortable with.â
Mark looks up at you. âCan I⌠can I kiss you?â
Hyuck scoffs loudly, but itâs an afterthought in Markâs mind when you nod, reaching up to cup his face. âYou can kiss me,â you tell him softly.Â
Markâs free hand reaches out to grab your waist, and he moves closer. He can feel your breath on his face. Heâs never been this up close and personal with you, and youâve never been prettier. Thereâs a softness in your expression, an acceptance, and it makes Mark feel confident enough to press his lips to yours.
Itâs a gentle kiss - a perfect kiss - and Mark can feel the tension releasing in his shoulders.Â
You step even closer, and your breasts press against his chest, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Your tongue smooths over his bottom lip and Mark stifles a groan, opening his mouth just enough for his own tongue to meet yours.Â
He can count the number of girls heâs kissed during his life on one hand, including you, but none of them have happened like this. Mark had never imagined heâd end up in this situation before, and despite the calming effect you have on him, he still finds himself pulling away and struggling to catch his breath.
âI want to touch you,â he admits, in fact, heâs been thinking about it all day.Â
âYeah?â Thereâs a sparkle in your eye and you smile at him. âWhere?â
Mark canât bring himself to say it.
You gently take his hand, bringing it to your throat. âHere?â you ask, and Mark traces his thumb over your jugular, surprised to find your heart is racing just as fast as his own. âOrâŚâ you move his hand down, his palm cupping at your breast, âHere?âÂ
Mark lets out a low groan at the feeling of you. Heâs touched even less boobs than heâs kissed girls in his life, and yours are absolutely perfect in his hand.Â
âMark,â you whimper, and he brushes his fingers over your pebbled nipple, peaking through your shirt. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, and he shifts uncomfortably.Â
âOr maybeâŚâ you move his hand lower, dragging it across your stomach until it reaches your pussy through your sweatpants, âwere you thinking of touching me here?âÂ
He nods, still unable to speak as you guide him to apply more pressure to your core. You feel so warm, and a sinful voice in the back of his mind tells him youâre probably wet too. Or at least, he hopes youâre wet, hopes he has the same effect on you that you have on him.
You let out a soft moan, and itâs like music to his ears. You grind down slightly on his hand, wiggling your hips in a motion thatâs hypnotizing. âDo you want toâŚâ you bite at your lip, toying with the waistband of your sweats. âDo you want to put your hand inside?â
âGod, yes,â Mark groans, finally finding his voice.
You pull the waistband away from your skin, giving Mark access to slip his hand below it. Then your lips find his again, your arms wrapping around his shoulders while he teases his fingers along your panty clad core.
Youâre as wet as heâd hoped you would be, and Mark moans at the realization.Â
Heâs only watched porn a handful of times in his life, and always felt bad about it after, but he knows where the clit is, and he gently circles his fingers around the spot.
You gasp into his mouth, and Mark eats up the sound, applying more pressure.
âFuck, Mark, just like that-â you tell him, threading your fingers through his hair as you deepen the kiss.
You rut your hips, grinding down on his hand, and it drives Mark wild. He wants to touch you, really touch you, without any fabric in the way, and when he opens his mouth to ask, âCan I-â youâre agreeing without even hearing the end of the sentence.
He takes a breath, and then he moves your panties to the side.Â
The first swipe of his fingers through your pussy lips feels like nothing heâs ever felt before, and the wetness he collects against his skin makes his cock throb again.
He teases your opening, earning more gasps from you as your lips move to his neck. When your mouth makes contact on a spot just below his ear, a shiver runs through Markâs entire body. Heâs heard about sweet spots, but no one has ever kissed his, and the feeling has his eyes closing with pleasure.
Without a second though, Mark slides a finger into your pussy, and you mewl in his ear, holding him tighter. âSo good,â you whisper as he slowly thrusts the digit in and out of you, building the confidence to add another.Â
You're grinding down against him still, and his palm works your clit while his two fingers curl inside of you. The sounds youâre making are increasing in pitch and frequency, and youâre gently pulling on his hair, licking at the spot on his neck that has his body tingling.Â
Heâs never made a girl cum before, but he can tell by the way youâre reacting, that heâs going to get you there. He wants to get you there, more than heâs wanted any goal heâs ever scored in a soccer game.Â
The cool weight of the cross around his neck has Mark wondering if heâs going to go to hell for this. But can he really go to hell for something that feels this good? This right?
âIâm close,â you tell him. âDonât stop.âÂ
Mark works his fingers into you even faster, eager to have you coming undone on his hand-
A clinking sound in the periphery makes Markâs eyes open, and when he looks over at Hyuckâs bed, he sees his friend wiggling out of his pants.
âDude, what the Hell-â Mark freezes, making an attempt to pull his hand from your pants, but you latch onto his wrist, shaking your head.
âNo, Mark, please, Iâm so close, please-â Thereâs a look of desperation in your eye, and it has him swallowing thickly, focusing on you while he picks up his motions again.
âIâll wait,â Hyuck says in the background, and thereâs some comfort in that at least.
âMark, it feels so good, youâre so good at this-â you praise him, whispering in his ear while you work your hips faster against his hand.
âOh God-â Mark groans, watching your face contort with pleasure.Â
âThereâs no God here, dude,â comes Hyuckâs snarky voice.
Markâs eyes begin to shift to his friend, but you cup his face, forcing him to look at you. âFocus on me,â you tell him. âLike Iâm focused on you.âÂ
He swallows thickly, breathing deeply as he fingers you harder, earning all sorts of sinful moans that drown out anything Hyuck could ever bring to the situation.
âYes, Mark, yes- Iâm gonna-â Youâre gasping now, and you canât even finish your sentence. Your pussy clenches around Markâs fingers, your lips finding his as you cum.Â
He continues his motions, wanting to draw out every second of pleasure that he can-
Mark has heard all sorts of ideas about what Heaven could look like, but heâs never heard that Heaven could be standing in your frat house room, hand down your best friendâs fuck buddyâs pants, with her pussy throbbing around your fingers.Â
You begin to shake, reaching down to grab at his forearm, and Mark knows youâre finished. He doesnât want to hurt you, and he pulls his hand away, marveling at the slick thatâs covering his digits.
âHere,â you say gently, grabbing his wrist to guide his fingers to your mouth, licking them clean. Then you reach for him, bringing your mouth close to his own. ��Taste me.â
Markâs never kissed a girl so fast in his life, and he groans at the flavour of your tongue. If this is what your pussy tastes like, Mark had missed out by passing up the opportunity to eat you out, but at the same time, heâs really not sure if heâs ready for that yet.
âOkay, you two,â Hyuckâs voice makes Mark draw back from you. âThis is enough teasing, Iâve gotta fuck something now or Iâm gonna explode. Mark, are you staying?â
The church boy swallows thickly and then he shakes his head. If heâs not ready to eat you out, heâs definitely not ready to watch his best friend fuck you. âIâve gottaâŚâ he stumbles for an excuse. âIâm gonna go shower.â
âRight, shower,â Hyuck rolls his eyes. âHave fun with that.â
You go in for one last kiss before Hyuck is pulling you away from Mark, and he watches for just a moment while Hyuck presses his own mouth against yours-
Mark tears his eyes away, reaching for a towel in his closet before escaping the room.
The towel covers his boner while he runs down the hallway to the bathroom, and he strips himself naked in record time, stepping into a shower stall.
His hand is around his throbbing cock not two seconds later, and Mark throws his head back, closing his eyes while his brain struggles to process everything thatâs just transpired.Â
It doesnât take long for him to work himself to the edge. His toes curl against the vinyl floor, and his vision goes practically black as he cums.Â
Thereâs no time to aim, and Mark feels sticky warm fluid coat his chest, but his hand doesnât stop. He jacks himself off until heâs a nearly overstimulated, gasping mess, and he thanks God for the water cleaning his body of the sinful filth.
Heâs never cum this hard in his entire life.
Youâre at your usual Wednesday lunch with the girls before class when you notice one of your friendâs looking at something over your shoulder. Sheâs done this a few times now, but when you turn in your seat to assess the room, you donât see anything out of the ordinary.
âAre you looking at someone?â you question.
âItâs justâŚâ Hyuna leans forward. âDid you do something to Mark?â
âWhat?â you look behind you again, thoroughly confused.
âEvery time you turn, he pulls his baseball cap down,â she explains. âHeâs over there, by the window. Green cap.â
When you scan the area again, you do notice a pair of cute red ears sticking out from a baseball cap, the guyâs head downcast as if heâs just staring at his french fries.
âHow many times has he looked over here?â you ask, grinning.
âLike, a lot.â Hyuna cocks her head. âYou did do something to Mark.â
You stand up, leaning forward. âActually, he did something to me.â With a wink to your girls, you turn to head off toward Markâs table.
He looks up once during your approach, and you see him scrambling with his bag. It would be very entertaining to watch him run away from you again, but he doesnât have the chance, as you arrive before heâs done shoving papers into his binder.Â
âHey, you.â You take the seat across from him. âHowâs it going?â
âGood.â His voice is shaky, and you find it adorable.Â
âYou knowâŚâ you reach your foot out under the table, grazing it by his calf. âI canât get you out of my head either.â
Mark coughs, adjusting the cap on his head. âWhat?âÂ
âI said, I canât get you out of my head either.â Youâre enjoying the effect you have on him, and youâre very aware of how public the space is. You donât think Markâs going to confirm that heâs been thinking about you, so instead, you ask, âAre you planning to go to church on Sunday?â
âYeah, of course,â he swallows thickly.Â
âDo you think youâll be able to pay attention while youâre there?âÂ
âI uh, I-â Mark stutters over his words. âI think so?â
You study the pretty virginal frat boy. As soft as youâve been with him so far, you feel like teasing him, just to see how he reacts. âJust so you know, if, while youâre at Sunday service, a Jesus picture falls down, itâs because Jesus knows what you did.â
Mark lets out a groan, and you see his neck has turned red now too. âI-â Markâs gaze dips down to your breasts, which are pushed together in your low neckline shirt as you lean forward. âI have to go-â he grabs his things, fumbling with all of them while he stands abruptly.Â
The loud sound of his chair scraping across the ground draws a few eyes, and the pool boy nearly knocks the table over in his haste. You notice the way he immediately holds his binder over his crotch, and you lick your lips while looking up at him.
âSee you later,â he mumbles, running away.
You watch him enter the menâs bathroom, and you think you can imagine what heâs going in there to do. Last time heâd run away from you, Hyuck had mentioned he was probably going to jack off in the showers.
The frat bathroom is one thing for a quick wank, but a public restroom is another.
You shake your head, walking back to your girls table, Markâs tray of fries in your hand. Theyâre all gawking at you.Â
âDamn,â Hyuna whistles. âI know you just said he did things to you, but girl, you definitely did a number on that church boy.âÂ
Thereâs nothing Hyuck loves more in the world than making you cum on his cock. He loves the noises you make, gripping at his bed sheets as your orgasm overtakes you. He loves being the source of your high.
What he doesnât love however, is the way that today, you immediately ask, âHowâs Mark doing?â as Hyuck pulls out of you.
He canât help but laugh slightly, shaking his head at you. âBeen acting weird all week.âÂ
âDo you think heâs going to join us tomorrow after church? Iâm kind of shocked he wasnât here today, if Iâm being honest.â
âIs that why you came over? Wanted to see your precious little Mark?â Hyuck lands a smack to your inner thigh that has you giggling. âAnd yeah. Heâll probably join tomorrow. Jeno says heâs walked in on Mark jacking off in the shower like, four times this week. Itâs actually starting to be a bit of a problem.â
âIs frat boys jacking off in the shower not a common occurrence around here?â
âIt is, but not when itâs Mark,â Hyuck laughs. âThat guy needs to get fucked.â
âIâm not sure heâs ready for that yet.âÂ
Hyuck studies you. âWhat makes you say that?â
âJust a feeling.â
âWell, maybe he just needs to cum properly.â
You sit up, teasing your hands over Hyuckâs thighs. âTell me, how does a guy âcum properly.ââ
âBuried inside something nice, and wet, and warm,â Hyuck reaches out to grasp your chin. âYour mouth would work.â
You laugh at the idea, âMaybe if he lets me,â and Hyuck grins, getting off the bed to pull on his pants.Â
âIâm gonna head to the kitchen for water, need anything?â
âJust you,â you tease. âHurry back.â
âYou got it, angel,â Hyuck winks at you before heading to the door. He pulls on his shirt as he exits the room, but just when he gets his head through the neck hole, he catches a quick glimpse of one mister Mark Lee rushing into the bathroom at the end of the hall.
Had Mark been listening this whole time? Had he been outside of the door, listening to Hyuck fuck you?Â
The thought makes Hyuck laugh again, and his ego triples in size. Thereâs something very⌠intriguing about this whole situation with the fratâs âdesignatedâ virginal church boy, even if this experience is making Hyuck rethink his ideas of commitment.Â
If the last Sunday service had been torture, today might just be Hell for Mark.Â
Heâs sweating, shaking even, his knee bobbing up and down anxiously while he sits in the back row.Â
Heâd returned the Bible heâd stolen last time, but he fears that he might end up taking it again. Every time he thinks about you, thinks about what it felt like to have his hand down your pants while you sucked on his neck-Â
No, he canât think about it. He canât-
But itâs too late, he feels his cock growing in his pants, and shame washes over him. He runs a hand through his hair, fanning himself and taking deep breaths.Â
Itâs not ten minutes into the hour long service, and already, heâs at his breaking point.Â
Mark battles with himself for another two minutes, and he finally gives up. When everyone stands to sing, he quietly excuses himself from the back row, ducking out of the church without looking back.Â
âMark?â you sit up hastily from Hyuckâs embrace, blinking at the boy whoâs just entered the room. âYouâre back from church early!â
âYeah, I couldnât sit through it,â Mark mumbles, throwing his jacket in the closet before collapsing on his bed, running a hand through his hair.
âThatâs unlike you,â Hyuck sits up next to you. âAre you sick or something?â
âDefinitely sick in the head,â Mark groans.Â
âEnjoying sex doesnât make you bad,â you tell him. âBesides, we havenât even fucked yet.â
Mark sighs. âYet.â
âSo you were thinking about her fucking you while you were in church,â Hyuck grins next to you. âThatâs sinful, Mark.â
âI know!â Mark flops onto his stomach, shoving his face against his pillow.
You look at Hyuck, and he makes a face, motioning to his friend. âSay somethingâ he mouths.
âNo, you say something!â you mouth back. Â
Instead, Hyuck simply pushes you out of his bed, and you stumble onto your feet.Â
âMarkâŚâ you approach the sulking churchboy. âI know a few things that could cheer you up.âÂ
Mark groans, but he sits up all the same, looking at you with eyes that tell you he wants you to elaborate.
âI was thinkingâŚâ you swallow, choosing your words. âBased on your history, it sounds like maybe youâve never had someone go down on you before-â
âFuck, sheâs so good with her mouth,â Hyuck quips.Â
âI know this whole thing started with you not eating pussy, but, seeing as you made me cum last week with your fingers, I thought I could return the favour somehow.âÂ
Markâs lips part, and he allows you to take his hands, pulling him to be standing in front of you.Â
âWhat do you say Mark?â You lean forward, your lips almost touching. âCan I suck you off? Pretty please?â
Instead of answering, he kisses you, cupping the back of your neck.Â
Your first kiss with Mark had been slow and gentle, but thereâs a new fire in him now, and itâs only a moment before his tongue is gliding past your lower lip, begging for entrance. You release a groan, reaching down to loop your fingers in the waistband of his pants, pulling him tighter to your body.
You can feel that heâs already hard, and you love how easy it is to turn him on. You love the way heâs already becoming more explorative in the way he interacts with you, his hand steady on the back of your neck, insistent that you stay lip locked.Â
For a guy who doesnât kiss girls much, heâs a phenomenal kisser. Thereâs emotion in it, and he tastes like spearmint.Â
You get lost in the feeling of him, but after only a little while, youâre aching to touch him properly. Your hand slips down, cupping him through his pants. The church boy shivers at the contact, and you squeeze him. Itâs the first time youâve really touched his cock, and you bet heâs already aching-
He releases the back of your neck, and you take it as a sign to begin kissing down his body. You start at his throat, licking the sensitive spot that has him grabbing your hips and releasing a moan. He makes such pretty sounds-
You continue rubbing his cock, but when your mouth gets to his collarbone, you grab at his shirt. âCan this come off?â
âYeah,â Mark mumbles, releasing you so he can unbutton the nice church shirt heâs wearing.Â
When he discards the fabric, revealing his body to you, you simply enjoy it for a moment.Â
Mark and Hyuck both have such wonderful bodies. Sure, some of your friends make good arguments about the muscled forms of Jaehyun, Johnny and Jeno, but you prefer Markâs understated physique.Â
Heâs a soccer player, and his body is perfectly athletic without being too much to handle.
Your kisses begin to descend, and you find yourself pausing at the cross necklace. You lean forward and press your lips to it softly. Mark lets out a shaky breath.Â
You know heâs watching you, and this is your way of showing him you still respect his religion, despite persuading him to partake in the more âsinfulâ side of life.
âWait,â Mark says, and he lets go of you to reach behind his neck, fumbling with the clasp. You watch him with curiosity as he removes the cross, holding it gently and placing it onto his bedside table.
You donât think youâve ever seen him without the gold chain around his throat, and you wonder what the removal of it could mean, but you try not to think too hard about it.
You sink to your knees on the floor, undoing his belt and looking up at Mark. If he doesnât want this, he can stop you, and you give him more than enough time to make that decision. But Mark only watches you, breathing heavily as you undo the button, then the zipper-
âYou want this?â you ask, hooking your fingers in his pants and briefs.
He nods. âI want you.â
You smile, tugging the fabrics down so they pool at his feet.Â
âYou have such a pretty cock,â you whisper, grabbing the base and swiping your thumb across the leaking tip. You notice the way Markâs chest and neck flush pink, as if heâs embarrassed by your words, but you know that praise is good for Mark.Â
You press a kiss to the head of his cock, suckling a little while Mark moans above you.Â
It looks like heâs not sure where to place his hands, so you reach for one, placing it on your cheek while you take more of him into your mouth.Â
âGod-â Mark whispers.
âShe feels good, right?â Hyuck asks.
âYeah,â Mark nods. âReally good.â
Having them both give you praise has your pussy throbbing, and it encourages you to sink further down onto his cock, sucking harder-
âShit-â Mark nearly whimpers, and you think this might be the first time youâve heard him swear.Â
You know itâs wrong, and bad, and dirty, and sinful- but thereâs something about corrupting Mark that has you going insane. You bob up and down on his cock, stroking the base that you canât reach with your mouth.Â
âThis is too hot,â Hyuck says. âIâve gotta join.â
âHow-â Mark begins to ask, but a second later, hands are pulling you off of Markâs cock.
âBoth of you, on the bed,â Hyuck instructs. âYouâve heard of spit roasting, right, Mark?â
âI-â the church boyâs skin is flushed again, and when you hop up on the bed, he follows, clamoring after you.Â
âLook, youâll have her mouth,â Hyuck gets on the mattress behind you, and you hear him undoing his belt, âand Iâll have her perfect pussy. Itâs a win, win.â
Mark doesnât argue, his eyes moving down to meet yours as you take his dick back into your mouth, picking up where youâd left off.
Hyuck, meanwhile, tears your pants down, and a moment later his fingers are gliding through your pussy. âFuck, angel, youâre soaked. Sucking Markâs cock really turns you on, huh?â
You groan a sound of affirmation around Mark, and his hand is quick to grab your head again, fingers flexing in your hair.Â
âYou can fuck her face if you want,â Hyuck suggests, working two fingers into you easily. âShe loves getter her throat fucked-â
Markâs hips twitch at the words, but he doesnât follow through. You think maybe he doesnât want to hurt you, and itâs an endearing idea.
Hyuck pulls his digits from your core, and theyâre replaced with the head of his cock, which he rubs the length of your pussy, teasing your clit before pushing into you.
Your fuck buddy lets out a loud groan, his hands finding your hips as he sinks his length fully into your core.Â
âDude,â Hyuck breathes, âher pussy is literally Heaven-â
His first thrust sends you further onto Markâs cock, and the man above you gasps when he hits the back of your throat.Â
âIs fucking pussy going against God?â Hyuck asks, in an almost rhetoric manner. âIsnât there some weird church loophole where anal doesnât count? Her ass is great too, scoutâs honor.â
At this point, youâre pretty sure Markâs not even listening to Hyuck. Heâs much too focused on your lips wrapped around him, and the sounds slipping out of him make you think maybe heâs close to the edge.
All things considered - for a guy whoâs never been blown - Markâs lasting remarkably well, but you donât want him to last. You want him to cum, like he deserves to cum.Â
When you suck harder, you feel Markâs cock twitch, and he lets out a groan. âShit, Iâm gonna-â
âCum in her mouth,â Hyuck states, pace getting rougher inside of you. âDo it. Sheâs a good girl. Sheâll swallow. Fuck, itâs so hot when she swallows.âÂ
Mark moans, and he pushes his hips forward, sending his cock into the back of your throat. Your gag reflex is the thing that makes him cum, and an âOh my God!â leaves his lips as he explodes down your throat.
Hyuckâs right, you are a good girl, and you swallow every drop, working Mark through his orgasm until heâs gasping. He pulls out of your mouth, and Hyuck takes the opportunity to fuck you even harder.
Now that you can moan freely, you fill the room with sounds of your own pleasure. When Mark gets off the bed, you fall onto your face, turning to press your cheek to the mattress while you watch Mark find his pants on the floor.Â
His eyes meet yours, and you can see his pupils are blown. Itâs so incredibly sexy to have Hyuck fucking you on Markâs bed while Mark watches, and your pussy throbs around Hyuckâs cock.Â
âFuck, you just got so tight, angel,â Hyuck groans, fingers digging into your waist while his hips buck wildly. âShit, Iâm not going to last like this-â
You reach a shaky hand under your body, finding your clit, and it only makes your pussy clamp down harder on your fuck buddy, who releases another loud moan.Â
âYou close, angel? Sucking off Mark must have really got you going-âÂ
âIâm close,â you confirm, grabbing at the bedsheet with your free hand while your fingers continue on your clit.Â
âYeah, you are,â Hyuck growls. âThatâs my good girl, my perfect angel. I want you to cum so bad, itâll tip me over the edge- Fuck! Iâm gonna fill you up so good, so fucking good-â
You love it when Hyuck talks dirty like this, and you gasp as you get closer and closer to your high-
âCome on,â Hyuck lands a smack to your ass, and the pained pleasure has you crying out, rubbing your clit harder. âCum for me,â he commands.
Itâs all you need to reach the edge, and you fall over it with a loud moan, forcing your eyes to stay open while you stare at Mark, who watches you with parted lips and a dazed expression.
âThatâs it, thatâs it-â Hyuck grunts, pace faltering as he cums too, fulfilling his promise of filling you up just the way you like it. He fucks you through your highs, and your hand falls from your clit to the bed, body on the cusp of overstimulation as Hyuckâs motions begin to slow.
As things come to a stop, Hyuck lets out a deep breath. âMark, come over here, youâve gotta see this.â
âI donât want to look at your dick,â comes Markâs quick retort.
âThen donât look at my dick, look at her pussy with my cum dripping out of it. Trust me, itâs so fucking hot-â Hyuck pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss.
You watch Mark go around the side of the bed, and you can feel both of their eyes on your hole, which is already beginning to drip Hyuckâs cum-
You place a hand under your core, not wanting to get any of this on Markâs bed, and Hyuck laughs loudly.Â
âArenât you two worried about pregnancy?â Mark asks.
âThatâs what birth control is for,â Hyuck says. âCumming inside feels like nothing else in the whole world.â
âWhat about STIâs?â
âWell, I meanâŚâ Hyuck gets off the bed, and you watch him grab a tissue from his desk, âweâre only really fucking each other and weâre both clean soâŚâ
âWait, you two only sleep with each other?â Mark sounds justifiably confused. âSo⌠why arenât you two⌠why arenât you two dating?â
Itâs a very good question, and from the way Hyuck brushes it off with a âyou knowâ and a topic change, it feels as if neither of you really have a good answer. âAnyways, you have to try this sometime,â Hyuck says again. âNext Sunday.âÂ
Mark sighs. âCanât we do this on any day but Sunday?â
âWhere would be the fun in that, church bitch?â
You let out a groan of annoyance, but you think youâre starting to understand this is just the way their relationship is.Â
Getting through a full week while being on the same campus as you is starting to feel like Markâs own personal Hell. Every time he so much as catches a glimpse of you running between classes, blood rushes to his cock.Â
Hell, even at soccer practice with Hyuck, every time Mark looks at his forward position roommate, all he can think about is the visual of Hyuck fucking you from behind on his own bed.Â
By Friday, heâs too pent up to even attend his last class, and he rushes back to the frat to get some shower time.
Heâs becoming much too used to jacking off in the shower, but he really canât help himself.Â
Mark feels like an absolute sinner, especially with the cross necklace around his neck. Today, something comes over him, and he takes it off, wrapping the gold chain around his right hand. He looks at it for a moment, and thereâs almost something like curiosity-
He wraps his hand around his cock, flinching a little at the cold metal on his heated skin. As he begins to move his fist up and down his aching length, the bite of the necklace feels like repentance, like something he deserves.Â
Mark takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he thinks about you.Â
He thinks about the sounds you make, the expression on your face as you cum- how your mouth had felt on his throbbing cock-Â
He canât believe how easy it is to get himself to the edge, especially with the added pain of the necklace around his hand. Does this make him even worse? It shouldnât be this easy to cum- it shouldnât be, but it is.
When he reaches the edge, itâs not Godâs name on Markâs lips, itâs yours.
He gasps, body tingling as he pumps his way through it, the necklace biting into his skin-
âJesus Christ Mark! Get a fucking room!â comes Jenoâs voice. âSome of us are just trying to fucking shower!â
The outburst makes shame flood through his body, but it also only adds to the powerful sensation in his cock, his cum shooting across his chest.Â
Markâs decides heâs definitely going to Hell for this.
Another Saturday win for the soccer team means another frat party, and Hyuck loves the attention you give him on days when he gets a goal. Youâre even touchier than usual, praising him for his skills-
Yet, Hyuck finds it hard to focus on you with Mark blatantly staring from across the room.Â
Hyuck has enjoyed sharing you with his roommate, more than he ever thought he would, but tonight, he wants you for himself, and when you begin kissing his neck, pushing him against the wall, Hyuckâs had enough of this public bullshit.
âMy room, now,â he commands.Â
With a giggle, you turn, darting off towards the stairs, and Hyuck follows you with a smile. As he climbs the steps in twos, he gets a feeling heâs being followed, and he stops on the first landing to turn and look at Mark.
âWhat are you doing?â
âHuh?â Mark blinks. âIâm uh⌠coming with you?â
âItâs Saturday.â
âSo?â
âSo,â Hyuck sighs, âyou only get access to angels on Sundays, all good Christians should know that.â
âBut-â Mark opens his mouth to argue but Hyuckâs not in the mood for it tonight.
âNo joining,â he says firmly. But as he looks at Markâs defeated expression, Hyuck feels something like pity. âI guess you can stand outside the door and listen, you perv.â
Markâs skin flares with embarrassment, but as Hyuck continues up the stairs, he gets the suspicion that Markâs going to do exactly what heâd just suggested.
When you arrive at the frat house on Sunday afternoon, Hyuck is waiting for you in the living room. He pulls you into a kiss, and his lips linger against your own, his fingers digging into your hips. âAre you ready for today, my little demon?â
You laugh. âIâm always ready. But we have to wait till Mark gets back from church.â
âYeah, yeah,â Hyuck rolls his eyes. âWe could always start without him.â
âThat wouldnât be very nice,â you note, grinning at your fuck buddy.
âMaking me wait isnât very nice,â Hyuck counters.
âItâs important to learn how to be patient,â you tell him, pressing another peck to his lips. âCome on, Iâm sure we can find an episode of something to watch on Netflix.â
When you get to Hyuckâs room, the last thing you expect is to find Mark waiting for you. Heâs sitting on his bed, staring at the floor, and his head snaps up as you enter.
âMark?â You canât hide your confusion. âShouldnât you be at church?â
âIâm not going today,â he states, standing and placing his cross necklace on the bedside table.
âIs something wrong?â you ask, walking over to grab his hands, assessing him for head injury.
âEverything is wrong,â Mark sighs. âDoing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But⌠as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.â
Hyuck lets out a whistle behind you, and you hear him locking the door. âDamn, Mark, Iâm actually kind of impressed.â
âSoâŚâ you look into Markâs eyes, âdoes this mean youâre ready?â
He nods. âYeah⌠Iâm ready.â
âAre you sure about that, church boy?â your fuck buddy asks. âDo you want us to put up a cross and see if it falls down as a sign that God thinks youâre a sinner?â
Mark takes a deep breath, and his eyes shift to Hyuck over your shoulder. âFuck God, and fuck the cross.â
Your lips part in shock, and Mark takes that moment to grab your face and kiss you. Itâs the hungriest kiss youâve had from him so far, and you melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pressing your chest to his own.Â
His tongue explores yours, as confident as ever, and his hands move down to your hips, needy and rough. When his palm slips down to grab your ass, your moan loudly, all consumed by this new Mark.Â
âShit, dude,â Hyuck whispers from behind you. âGuess I should stop calling you church boy.âÂ
Mark lets out a groan, and then heâs tossing you onto his bed. A squeal of delight escapes you at the roughness of it all.Â
âI wanna taste you,â Mark states, breathing heavily as he looks down at you with dark eyes.
âThen taste me,â you say simply, already grabbing at your pants to push them down.
Mark helps you tug them off, and then his own fingers are hooking in the waistband of your panties, tearing them down your legs with one rough motion.
âOh my God, Mark-â you gasp, shocked at his sudden change in attitude.
The man who gets on the bed between your legs isnât the same man who had whimpered while he fingered you two weeks ago. Heâs not a soft church boy worried about boundaries, heâs a confident man who knows what he wants. And what he want is you.Â
You canât even take a moment to breathe before Markâs pressing his tongue against your pussy, hands firmly grabbing at your thighs while he licks a stripe of your most sensitive area.
âFuck,â you groan, reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair.
His response is a moan that sends shivers through your body, his lips suctioning around your clit like heâs a seasoned pro. Thereâs no hesitation or worry about correctness, thereâs only a pussy deprived man who seems to know exactly what to do to have your toes curling as you drag them across his back.
Youâve had good oral sex before, Hyuckâs particularly skilled in this field, but as wild as your fuck buddy is, heâs never been feral like this.Â
Markâs tongue is unpredictable, lapping at you and pushing into your hole, teasing your walls as he rubs his nose against your clit. âShit, Mark, youâre so good-â
âBetter than me?â Hyuck asks.
You hate to admit it, but when a strangled âYes!â leaves your lips, it only makes Mark go harder on you.Â
You have no brain space to focus on Hyuck, your eyes closed as Markâs tongue pleasures you like no one ever has before.Â
Itâs like he knows your body already, as if heâs divinely guided-Â
The thought has your pussy throbbing, and as if he senses your need, Mark lets go of one of your thighs, adjusting so he can slip a finger into you while his tongue returns to your clit.
âShit, just like that-â you gasp, legs quivering over his shoulders.
Another digits slips into your wet hole, and more moans leave you as the church boy finger fucks you even better than he did last time.Â
Youâre consumed by Mark, completely, and it feels like Heaven to get lost in the pleasure heâs providing you.Â
You apply a bit of pressure on his head, wanting him to go harder on you, and he rewards you by sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking the sensitive bud.
âFuck-â you moan, pushing your hips up toward his face. Youâre already so close to cumming that itâs almost insane, and you trust that this time, nothing Hyuck could do in your periphery would prompt Mark to let up on you.
He seems Hellbent on getting you to the edge, and as his fingers crook up to stroke your gspot, you know heâs going to accomplish his task with flying colours.Â
âSounds like sheâs close, dude,â Hyuck muses, reading your reactions like the back of his hand.
When you turn your head to open your eyes, you find Hyuck has his cock out, and heâs stroking it, gaze fixed on the man between your legs.Â
Thereâs something so⌠fulfilling about being watched like this. To know that Hyuckâs just as turned on as you and Mark, even though heâs taking no part in your pleasure.Â
Hyuck has a nice cock, and the sight of his fist wrapped tightly around it has even more lust coursing through your body.Â
To have both men worshipping you in this way- itâs unlike anything youâve ever experienced.Â
âIâm gonna-â you stutter, licking your lips as the pleasure builds between your legs.
âCum for me,â Mark groans against your pussy. âPlease, angel, I want you to cum.âÂ
The âpleaseâ is the cherry on top, as is the petname that usually only Hyuck ever uses on you, and combined, they throw you over the edge.Â
You cry out, rutting your pussy against Markâs face while he tongue and finger fucks you through your orgasm.
The church boy lets out sinful sounds, and you can tell heâs enjoying being used like this, enjoying making you come undone on his fingers. Your pussy is throbbing around him, and his unrelenting digits continue stroking the spot that has you tinging with overwhelming pleasure.
âMark!â you nearly scream, overtaken by the kind of ecstasy youâve never felt before.Â
âFuck, dude,â Hyuck breathes, âyou made her squirt-â
Youâre almost twitching when Mark finally pulls his tongue from your clit, and his fingers slow before slipping out of you. You open your eyes to watch him lick them clean, and he lets out a deep groan, clearly enjoying the taste of you.
You need him to fuck you, like youâve never needed anyone - even Hyuck - to fuck you in your entire life.Â
âPlease,â you whimper. âMark-â
âLet me get a condom,â he states, sitting up-
âNo!â you reach out to grab at him, locking eyes with him as you state, âI want you raw.âÂ
Itâs the first time today that he looks unsure. âI donât-â
âIâm clean,â you insist, âand so are you-âÂ
âBruh, just raw dog it,â Hyuck says. âTrust us-â
With one last look between your thighs, Mark relents, and he gets back on the bed, tugging off his shirt and his pants while you work on getting yourself naked.Â
As soon as youâre both bare, Mark is laying his body over yours, pressing you into the bed while his lips move feverishly against your own. You tangle your fingers in his hair, enjoying the feeling of his cock trapped between your bodies, rubbing over your clit as he rocks his hips.
âPlease,â you whimper, wrapping your legs around his hips. âInside-âÂ
Mark pulls away from your lips, breathing heavily as he looks into your eyes. His gaze shifts down, and he reaches a hand to grab the base of his length, teasing it against your pussy.
You moan loudly as he toys with your clit, and then heâs testing the head of his cock against your aching hole. The tip slips just inside and you whimper, only for him to pull back, then do it again-
âGod, Mark-â You dig your nails into his shoulders, throwing your head back against the pillows and closing your eyes.
He pushes his cock deeper inside of you, and you both let out groans of pleasure. His mouth returns to yours while he slowly sinks into your pussy, until his hips are flush against your own.Â
âFuck,â Mark whimpers, twitching from the new sensation.Â
âTold you raw was the way to go,â Hyuck says, as if heâs the most helpful person in the room.
Both you and Mark ignore your fuck buddy, and Mark takes a test thrust that has you both gasping.Â
âJust like that,â you encourage him. âFuck, youâre doing so good-âÂ
His lips return to yours, and the kiss takes your breath away as he begins to find a slow pace. Each thrust is deep, intentional, and in some odd way, this doesnât feel like fucking. Fucking is hard, fast, fevered- but this is different. This is more like making love.
Mark sucks on your bottom lip, and he adjusts one of his hands so it can come up to grab at your breast, his thumb ghosting over your nipple and making you shiver. Your body reacts, pussy throbbing around Markâs cock, and he groans into your mouth.
âFeels like Heaven,â he whispers, massaging your boob with a loving hand.Â
Your skin tingles at his words. You can take the church boy out of church, but you can't take the church out of the church boy.Â
His pace is getting faster, and each thrust has the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. Itâs insane how this is Markâs first time- it sounds like he hadnât gotten far with the last girl heâd had under him before the Jesus picture incident-Â
Heâs an absolute natural, and each brush of his lips against yours has you feeling closer to him than ever before. His cock fits perfectly in your pussy, and the sounds continuing to escape him tell you that he feels just as good as you do.
âIâm not-â Mark gasps, kisses moving to your throat. âIâm not going to last long-â
âThatâs okay,â you assure him, gently rubbing his back. âIâm proud of you.â
He groans, sucking on your neck. Markâs hand moves down to your hip, anchoring you to the bed while he ruts into you faster. You know youâre close, but it can be hard to cum without clit stimulation, so you sneak your own palm down your abdomen, fingers seeking out your most sensitive spot.
You both groan when you make contact with your clit, and Markâs breath is hot against your throat. âYou close?â he asks.
âAlmost,â you nod, rubbing soft circles around your clit while Markâs cock slides in and out of your pussy.Â
âYaâll better cum quick or I might bust a nut just watching.â Hyuckâs voice makes you laugh, but the laugh quickly becomes a moan as Mark fucks you harder, fingers digging into your hip.
âIâm so close,â Mark whispers. âPlease, this feels too good-âÂ
âMark,â you whimper, loving how sweetly he talks to you while buried balls deep in your pussy.Â
âPlease, angel, I canât hold on much longer-â
Your skin tingles at the idea that heâs working hard not to cum, that he wonât allow himself to get there until you can reach your high with him. Heâs such a soft boy, the most perfectly wonderful man youâve ever fucked-
âIâm gonna-â you bite at your lip, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of ecstasy that youâre so close to reaching-Â
âCum with me,â Mark begs. âCum with me, angel, cum-â
The desperation in his voice is what finally sends you over the edge, and you gasp as your core clamps down on him. Mark echoes your sound of pleasure, groaning loudly in your ear as his fingers dig into your hip.Â
You can feel him filling you up, and it makes you extra sensitive as you ride out your orgasm, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline.Â
To Markâs credit, he fucks you through it, hips only faltering slightly before the end.
When youâre both done, you pull your hand away from your clit, and Mark all but collapses on top of you, breathing heavily as he buries his face against your neck.Â
You can hardly have a moment of peace with Mark before Hyuckâs pulling at his shoulder. âMy turn,â your fuck buddy insists. âCome on dude, Iâve been waiting forever-â
A laugh bubbles out of you at Hyuckâs antics, and with a loud groan, Mark gets off of you. Thereâs a dazed look in his eyes as he rolls onto his back in the small twin bed next to you. You wonder if heâs going to just lay there-
Hyuckâs not having it, and he reaches down to scoop you up in his arms, tossing you onto his own mattress.Â
âFuck, angel,â Hyuck looks down at your body. âHow do you want it?â
You consider it for a moment, and then roll onto your stomach, lifting your hips as an invitation.
Hyuck groans loudly. âGod, youâre perfect.â
Heâs straddling your legs not a second later, grabbing your waist to tug you up a little bit more while he glides his cock between your closed thighs, grazing your pussy.Â
âShit, this is going to be so good,â Hyuck mutters to himself, using one hand to wrap around the base of his cock and guide it to your entrance.
He moans as he slips inside. âFuck- Iâve never banged you using another guyâs cum as lube before, but shit, angel, I could get used to this.â
His words make you feel dirty, sinful even, a little like a whore- but something inside of you actually enjoys it.Â
âHyuck-â you whimper at how good the position feels. With your legs closed and your ass in the air, things feel more snug, and the angle has Hyuck hitting a sweet spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
âI know, angel,â Hyuck assures you. âFeels fucking fantastic.â
His breath is hot against your back as he begins rutting into you, and you grab onto Hyuckâs pillow, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne that has perfumed the material.Â
âYou look so good like this,â your fuck buddy says, and the slapping of his hips against your ass is making you go crazy. âIâm never going to get used to the way you look with my cock buried in your perfect fucking pussy.â
Your grip on his pillow tightens, the praise going straight to your core, which throbs around him.
âYeah, I know you love it when I praise you. You just love being made out to be an angel while doing dirty shit an angel would never do.âÂ
He knows you so well it almost hurts. And when he talks to you like this, it makes you wonder why he hadnât asked you to be his girlfriend yet. Although, if you had been his girlfriend a few weeks ago, you would have never propositioned Mark, and the idea makes you sad.
You open your eyes, looking over at the church boy youâve come to enjoy spending time with.Â
Markâs watching you, and as Hyuck fucks you harder, you have to break the eye contact in favour of pressing your face into the pillow. Your sounds are just getting too loud, even for a frat house.
Your pussy feels like magic, to have been fucked by Mark and now Hyuck- you know youâll be cumming again soon, whether you want to or not.
âI can feel you clenching, angel,â Hyuck laughs, as if reading your mind. âSo this is as good for you as it is for me.âÂ
âSo good,â you confirm, which only prompts him to fuck you faster, gliding in and out of your cum lubed hole easier than ever before.
âWatching Mark have you first was torture,â Hyuck tells you. âI was so close to busting multiple times- but I held out, because we both know youâre going to love being filled with us both. Dirty fucking angel.â
You whine at his words, so close to the edge you can almost taste it.
âDonât be shy,â the man fucking you announces, âcum on this cock. I know you want to.â
Your skin tingles on the cusp of pleasure-
âBe a good little angel and cum for us.âÂ
Thereâs something about the word âusâ that just does it for you, and you let out a loud gasp as you fall apart. Hyuck echoes your sound, fingers digging into your hips as he reaches his own release. He fucks you even harder, groaning while your pussy clenches around his twitching cock.
âJust like that, just like that-â he pants, encouraging you while he rides you through your highs.
Youâre not sure how long you cum, but when Hyuck finally slows to a stop inside of you, you think you might just pass out from all the pleasure youâve received in such a short time.
Your fuck buddy leans over your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder that moves up to your neck, and you tilt your head to give him better access.
âThatâs our angel,â Hyuck muses softly in your ear.
You find yourself smiling. Itâs the happiest youâve been in months.Â
Nothing else matters, all there is right now is safety and love and acceptance⌠and maybe a little bit of filth.
When Hyuck pulls out of your pussy, you feel yourself immediately begin to drip, and you do your due diligence, shifting your hand under your body to collect the fluid so it doesnât ruin Hyuckâs bed.
Your fuck buddy grabs a few tissues, and then heâs sitting by your thighs, spreading your ass cheeks so he can get a good look at you while he groans at the sight.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he says, gently wiping your abused hole, cleaning you of his and Markâs cum. âI donât think you even know how hot you are.â
Heâs probably right about that, but youâre sure that if you keep doing this with him and Mark, theyâll make you learn.
When Hyuckâs done with his very basic aftercare, he flops onto the bed behind you, back to the wall while he cradles you to his chest. His lips return to your shoulder, and the soft kisses make you whimper from sensitivity.
Then- something is falling on you, and you jolt, eyes snapping open-
âShit,â Hyuck groans, and you realize the soccer poster has slipped off the wall and onto your bodies.
Your gaze immediately goes to Mark, and you see a look of shock in his expression. âOh my God-â
âItâs not God,â Hyuck assures you both. âItâs probably just Jeno fucking some chick on the other side of the wall.â As if to prove his point, your fuck buddy bangs the wall three times, and a moment later there are three returned bang noises. âSee? Totally just Jeno fucking.â
Mark doesnât look very convinced, and he rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling while he runs his hands through his hair.
âI hope this fucking poster isnât going to stop you from joining us again next Sunday,â Hyuck says as he pushes the symbol of Jenoâs sex life to the floor.
âNext Sunday?â Mark turns to look at you both.
âYeah, next Sunday,â Hyuck repeats. âYou do want to cum again, donât you?â
The church boy lets out a deep sigh, but then heâs nodding. âYeah.â
âPerfect, then itâs settled,â Hyuck grins against your shoulder.Â
Your fuck buddy is something of an enigma, and youâre never quite sure if youâve gotten him figured out. Heâd started this whole thing being reluctant to allow Mark to join, but now, it seems as if he relishes the thought of having Sunday dick appointments with his best friend.
Although, as you stare at the pretty church boy in the bed across from yours, you really canât say that you mind.Â
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đŽ preview. âIâm bad?â Hyuck gasps in shock. âSays the people fucking in an accesibility washroom?â He has a point there, and even Mark lets out a chuckle while he presses his lips firmly to your neck, his hips beginning to thrust so he can glide his cock in and out of your wet pussy.âI expect this from her, but from you, church boy?â Hyuck shakes his head while leaning back against the locked door, crossing his arms over his chest. âIâm still shocked by how sinful youâve become.â
cw/ tw. Exhibitionism, threesome, hand job, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, mention of fingering and pussy eating, praise, some degradation with affectionate use of âwhore/slutâ, the constant âsinâ mentions, slight cumplay/leaving panties on after having 2 menâs cum in you, bathroom sex, etc⌠I petnames. (hers) angel. (markâs) church boy.Â
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Itâs been something like four months since you and Hyuck invited Mark into your unconventional relationship, and so much has changed since then. Having battled for a long time with perceived self-worth, it seemed that the inclusion of a friend within the relationship was all Hyuck had needed to realize his deeper feelings for you, and feel comfortable enough to share them.
Now, Hyuckâs having the best sex of his life with his two best friends in the entire world. Despite Hyuckâs growth, however, itâs clear that the person most changed by your relationship is none other than the OG church boy himself.
Hyuck had thought heâd been horny when he entered university, but it feels as if Markâs pent-up energy has made him significantly hornier.Â
Sitting in class, knowing you and Mark have a spare right now⌠well, Hyuck can only imagine what the two of you might be up to. As the lecture gets particularly boring, Hyuck pulls out his phone, opening snapchat maps to see if he can pinpoint you and his roommate.
Hyuckâs not shocked to find you were both active on snapchat ten minutes ago, in a building closeby. Heâd never been one for maps, but since you and Mark had started fucking, Hyuck had been forced to learn all feasible sexcipade locations on campus. If heâs not mistaken, you and Mark are in one of the single occupancy accessibility bathrooms on the first floor of the arts building, and the thought makes him swallow thickly.Â
With one last look at his boring teacher, Hyuck grabs his backpack and he slinks out of the lecture hall.
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Solar Return Observations âď¸â¨
Hi friends! Today weâre discussing solar return notes + what Iâve observed from them. Iâve been observing for three years, but Iâm not able to fit all of the details in one post. I can always make another đŚ enjoy and feel free to like, comment and reblog.
Chiron in the 7th house đ- Healing through partnership and connections. Iâve had this placement last year and went through a breakup which taught me a lot about self worth (Aries ruled 7th house SR) and I learned to stand up for myself. I learned to be my own best friend and start over after a loss. Everything in terms of my relationship and how I viewed it changed completely. It was a pretty long journey, being that Chiron is the wounded healer, Iâd say about a year the cycles were going on. Anyone who has this placement in their SR chart, you can expect for healing to occur in your relationships. Not necessarily a breakup always, but definitely wounding will come up that year.
Neptune in the 6th house đˇ- Routines can be heavily centered around spirituality. Meditation, yoga, occult practices become a theme in the daily life. Incorporating this can help the native grow and develop a consistent routine, and eventually connect with a higher source of love (deity, religion, universe, etc) because Neptune is the higher octave of Venus. With Neptune here thereâs an emphasis on romanticizing daily routine and self care. Certain day to day events can feel whimsical, ethereal, and fated even! The native may question that year their beliefs and want to start something new, or reignite spiritual passions â¨
Moon in the 4th house đđ- Romanticizing the past, viewing things from a nostalgic lenses, daydreaming about a family. The native may deal with family illusions around this time, manipulation, or themes surrounding the family this year. The native might find it difficult to balance their life as family is an important theme for the year, whether itâs their own, or biological. The mother could be significant this year, and the mother may try to build a close bond with the native. The past is viewed from a bittersweet lenses, as thereâs an element of moving on but honoring the past for what it was.
Capricorn 4th house đŚâ¨- Structure, evolution, and discipline is needed regarding the home. Things may be slow, sluggish, or even depressing in the house. Saturn slows things down and when Capricorn is in the 4th, it can point to restrictions, boundaries, and limits. The native will learn to have boundaries with the family that year, and the value of alone time. The necessity of independence, and rebuilding structure in terms of roots. New job, new ways of managing finances, moving homes even. The native may feel uncomfortable that year within their home, they could feel detached even more than usual, and may long for an actual home of their own. Their own independence apart from family. Family could be stricter that year, and family events may be limited.
Saturn in the 6th house đ¤đš- Structure, routine, discipline through health. The native may develop a stable gym routine and eating habits that year, and their health will improve with dedication and practice! They may choose a better diet, and learn about proper nutrition that year, and take care of their digestive system especially. Even energetically, the native will find themselves not wanting to consume shows or channels that are stressful. The native is meant to build a stable routine with their health.
11th house stellium đˇđĽ- Emphasis on networking, friends and meeting new people. Lots of people will want to meet the native, and will try to talk to the native. Itâs easier to meet people this year, and to form new connections. Even strangers will randomly strike up a conversation with the native. Potential for meeting a marriage partner or best friend is strong! Potential for growing famous online is also strong, you may start an online business or be online a lot more this year.
11th house sun âď¸â¨- Finding others is how you come back to yourself. What kind of community will you center yourself around? This year the native will try to figure out what kinds of friends they want, and where they belong. Through others the native comes to themselves, and people will teach a lot to the native. Not necessarily handing out wisdom, but there will be situations in which the native has to choose their own community and their beliefs compared to what everyone else wants.
11th house Venus đŚđ¤- Having friends and community becomes important, and the native realizes the importance of it all this year. Lots of people may want to date and get to know the native, as the 11th house is public. The native will be seen a lot more by others, around the place and people may actually make comments about that (Iâve had that happen with this placement many times!) The native will find that somehow the people around them come the right time when they need help too. Almost as if theyâre blessed đ The native learns a lot about detachment from others expectations, and opinion. Itâs about finding what works for them not for others this year. Potential for dating online is strong! And meeting someone through a dating app or social media.
Mars in the 12th house đđš- The natives abilities and effort may struggle to be seen and recognized. Thereâs a sense that the natives effort is hidden, and the native feels unseen. Itâs important this year the native keeps their plans and goals hidden as there could be others who want to criticize negatively. Especially with virgo 12th house! People may expect perfection from the native this year, or the native will struggle with perfectionist tendencies, and eventually will be the self undoing (12th house) Perfectionism is the natives enemy this year, and the native will have to find ways to understand themselves and work on their tendencies. Thereâs a chance to end up injured or hurt this year, so be cautious. The zodiac sign in that house will tell you where. For example if you have Virgo 12th house, your stomach in some way could struggle this year or be injured.
North Node in the 8th house âď¸đ- Leaving behind the material realm for the spiritual. Native is involved heavily with healing, releasing, and esoteric practices. The native eventually finds balance towards the end of the year with the material realm, but will likely find 6-8 months of deep inner work. Boundaries regarding spirituality get muddled as the native explores their psyche, uncovering new experiences! Healing and transformation through the past, to be in the present. Certain relationships can fall apart as itâs not aligned with the natives growth. Jobs may change as the native adjusts to their needs.
Libra Ascendant đĽđ- Focus is on beauty and seeing the world through a connective lenses. Connection everywhere, with nature, people, communities, spirituality, etc. the native will fill more in touch with their fair and balanced side. This year the native will focus on balance, and not doing too less or too much. The act of balancing means things will be out of balance, so this year the native will go through upheaval as well. They will learn about discipline and structure throughout these changes, and work on mending things that were out of place. Going back and rebuilding. Or starting new if needed. The natives peace is important, and the native could find a partner this year! Depending on the other SR placements. The native is looking for ways to be connected to whats around them and within them.
Pluto in the 7th house đđˇ- Transformative relationships and unhealthy dynamics can come up this year in the native. Power dynamics and upheaval of roots in connections. The natives relationships with others is changing tremendously, and likely they could attract someone healing as well, and the two can heal. But with pluto here it can get intense and chaotic, if the two arenât consistent working on themselves. People from outside could try to get into the natives relationship, adding gossip. Itâs important to stay private this year with relationships.
Venus in the 12th house â¨âď¸- Some I knew actually met a soulmate that year, the potential for a deep bonding connection came up. It was long distance given the 12th house ruling distant lands. If Venus is in a water sign for that year, the connection is a psychic one and very intuitive. Her house had cancer over it, and she developed a close bond with someone. They did things for the first time sheâd never done before like traveling to another place! Everything was kept private, as Venus fell in the 12th house. Although this happened, they both mirrored wounds and did inner work to sustain the connection, and had a connection that was incredibly intimate. So Venus in the 12th can bring up a romantic interest, a connection that will be profound in terms of inner healing. It can also mean the native will choose to heal and do inner work, and not have the desire to date that year. It can mean codependency is the natives undoing that year in their relationships.
Sun in the 1st house âď¸đĽ- Focus is on the self, growing and improving the body. The native could go to the gym and explore new routines, or be athletic that year. Participating in a sport they enjoy. Their appearance will go through a massive change too, someone I knew impulsively cut their hair after drinking lmao. It was super long, and then they went short! The father could be in the natives life a lot more, whether thats through spending time and bonding, or being intrusive and invasive. The native will realize a lot in terms of their strength, depending on which zodiac sign falls in the sun. For example, if its Leo, the native will realize a lot of their determination; strength, resilience and their self esteem will improve.
Venus in the descendant or 7th house đ¤âď¸- Dating someone! Or meeting someone who is a potential partner. Venus was in my 7th house for my SR when I got into long term relationships. Conj. NN will be an impactful relationship, NN is also associated with destruction in a way because it rebuilds, and what doesnât work must leave, so that relationship I had was incredibly chaotic đ
But for those who have Venus in the 7th house, you will potentially meet a long term partner that year. Check the zodiac sign and thatâll tell you how! Someone with Gemini Venus 7th house met someone online.
Venus in the 1st đđš- Appearance changes! A glow up will definitely happen that year, and ideals of your relationship will change a lot. What you expect, want, desire will go through changes. You may prefer healing therapy of some kind for the body, like massages, or yoga. Something to restore the body physically. You could absolutely be in the gym too!
Saturn in the 1st đđŚ- Having to be more structural and disciplined within yourself. Setting new routines and maturing personal boundaries. You may struggle with dissatisfaction and apathy this year, because youâre moving towards what fulfills you. Check the zodiac sign to see what will be maturing most within yourself that year. For example if its in Pisces, youâll be maturing the part of you that has wishes, dreams, but has been passive in taking an approach to make them happen.
Venus in the 5th houseđđĽ- More fun and romance this year! The chance to get to know someone and friendship. However your approach to dating will differ depending on what zodiac sign falls in the 5th house. For example, if itâs in Capricorn, youâll take on a reserved and detached approach to relationships. Youâll show up practical.
Capricorn Venus đŚđ¤- Material matters are important and youâll likely pick up extra hours this year. Your approach to relationships are practical, refined and you have a long term focus. You donât want anyone or anything unnecessary, as you know itâll hinder you this year. Thereâs a need to mature when it comes to relationships and understanding how they work, because Capricorn is ruled by Saturn. There will be lessons on emotional intimacy this year!
Leo Venus đĽđ- This year there will be a focus on attracting the one potentially, and going big. Not playing small in relationships and attracting abundance. Loyalty is important, and the native wants a commitment within their friendships or romantic interests. The native steps into their worth and their value. By valuing themselves, they learn to realize their value in other peoples life. Lessons regarding self worth and value will come up, and the native will find themselves having to speak up for what they deserve in relationships!
Thats all I have yaâll! I hope yâall enjoyed and please support this blog đđ¤ itâs very much appreciated! If yaâll would like Iâd love to do more of this!
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PALESTINE LINKS
in honor of the media blackout this week, i wanted to compile a list of links and resources regarding whatâs going on in gaza. i advise all of you to give these links a look at, or to at least reblog them. the people in gaza need the bare minimum from us in that sense. &, well, if you canât take enough time out of your day to give these links at least a look, a like, or share, then, bye !
& for all the the last of us fans out there, you need to see this. itâs genuinely a must. not to call anyone out, but i see a lot of people who have not spoken out about this at all, who, for example, keep publishing or reblogging fics etc during the blackout. i love a good fic as much as anyone else, but you can wait a week. thereâs really no excuses here. if you didnât know about the previous blackout, then now is your chance. donât turn a blind eye to this.
at the end of this post are links specifically for those engaged in the last of us tumblr. if you arenât going to look at the links before that, then at least look at those.
oh, & for the dumbasses who are unfollowing me for spending a week to post about a fucking genocide? fuck you, & good fucking riddance. you are not and never were welcome on my page. i donât want you here anyways!
PALESTINE LINKS
SEVERAL ways you can help the people in gaza. some of which are fully free.
SEVERAL links regarding info around this genocide, such as places to boycott, and ways to learn more about the nature of it all.
SEVERAL ways you can help, including ways to donate, petitions you can sign, and campaigns you can join.
places you NEED to boycott. donât buy from them, regardless of if they really fund israel or not. if they support them, that is more than enough. boycotting is a way to resist, so do it. at the end of this post are also places that are helping those who are in gaza, and families you can help escape by donating.
know that this issue did NOT begin oct. 7th. this is so much deeper than you know, and has been going on for 70+ years. click the above link to educate yourself on that front.
CLICK HERE TO HELP PALESTINE! this site has already been debunked on if it really helps the people in gaza or not, and it does. just one click is all you need. one button, once per day. you can even do it on different devices or browsers so you get more than one click in. click it daily!
CALL YOUR REPRESENTATIVES using this link, and this link (this will help you find ways to call or email them depending on where you live). also, urge biden and congress to do right by the people in gaza. the U.S. sends billions of dollars to israel every year, funding the genocide thatâs ensuing as we watch on from the comfort our homes. do the bare minimum, & hold them accountable. please.
HERE ARE WAYS YOU CAN DONATE or find a PROTEST near you! not everyone is readily available to do these things, i know that. but looking into them could never hurt, or at least sharing it elsewhere so there is more awareness surrounding it.
LEARN OF AFRO-PALESTINIAN EXPERIENCES, & the efforts they have made over the years. i think itâs so, so crucial that we hear their voices, &, god, learning of all that theyâve been through, & all that theyâve done, is so inspiring.
here is some more info regarding BOYCOTTING. boycotting does, and has been proven to work. this post explains the subject a bit more in case it happens to confuse anybody, along w/companies and such that need to be boycotted, & why. as i said before, boycotting is a way to resist. so do it!
HERE IS A đľđ¸ MASTERLIST including ways to educate yourself, donate, books you can read, & films you can watch. this is one of the best links i have regarding this genocide, and i highly recommend you look at it!
SOUTH AFRICA took israel to court for this genocide! read about it in the above link.
FOR THE LAST OF US FANS
do not remain in the dark about the last of usâs link to the ongoing conflict in gaza. neil druckmann, the director of the game, is a ZIONIST. he grew up in israel, and TLOU2 is rooted in israeli themes. now, no one is saying you have to quit playing the game, or dislike it, for all you dense ones out there. but i ask that you remain aware of this aspect of it, especially if you are regularly engaged in the last of us tumblr.
this is a link that i highly, highly recommend you read through. it discusses the HEAVILY ISRAELI THEMES TLOU2 displays. click the following link to learn more on TLOU2 & NEIL DRUCKMANN.
DO NOT BUY TLOU, TLOU REMASTERED, TLOU2, TLOU2 REMASTERED, OR ANY GAME FROM ND! neil druckmann has donated money to the IDF in the past. & where do you think heâs getting his money from? yeah, you got that. watch gameplays, pirate these games, or buy them secondhand. several shops sell used games. & for those of you who went and purchased the game anyway, knowing about all of this? fuck you.
if you think your $10 doesnât matter, then think about this: okay, one person spends $10 on the game. whatever. but when 100,000 people do it? thatâs a million dollars, going into the hands of a zionist, who is using YOUR money to help kill innocent men, women, and children. put that in your pipe and smoke it.
it is not just the games you need to boycott. HBOâS show also needs to be. follow this link to learn of more movies and shows you need to boycott, & the reasons why, including the last of us. letâs also not forget that dina & abbyâs actresses are in support of israel, and BELLA RAMSEY, ellieâs actress, has also shown support.
boycott. the fucking. show. there are a million websites where you can pirate it, so you are not giving any of your support to it. resist.
i understand that not everyone is educated on this subject, and that not everyone knew of the previous media blackout. for the last of us fans, i understand that not everyone knew about the game or showâs israeli nature. but it is never too late to take part. it is never too late to care. i promise you that. if you purchased the game, at least donate to one of the sources above. thatâs just bare minimum.
get educated, get loud, & GET PROUD! these are innocent people who are dying as you read this from your bed, couch, whatever. the least you can do is like & reblog so this reaches more people. your voice matters, big account or small.
FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE đľđ¸đ
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A Shame Indeed (c.b. x fem!reader)
pairing: colin bridgerton x fem!reader
word count: 1.6k
warnings: use of female descriptors (miss, young lady, etc)
a/n: Part II to this post for colin! also a continuation of this series! i hope you enjoy and a reminder that requests are open! (both in general and for my 200 celebration :)) )
The Bridgerton drawing room is a wonderful net for beautiful sunlight. At least, that is what you gather while sitting there early one morning, a few weeks into your new role as governess. No main member of the family is awake, just the staff that keep the house afloat. It is rather peaceful, and you are grateful for the moments of solitude away from your room where you have piles of old curtain fabric surrounding you. As you finish stitching two panels of a Hyacinth size dress together, there are footsteps traipsing down the carpeted floor, alerting you of someone elseâs arrival. Youâre quick to your feet, lest it be a Bridgerton and you appear disrespectful. Though you have gained their trust and appreciation, it still feels as though someone might pull you back out of this dream scenario at any second.Â
âAh, good morning Mr. Bridgerton,â you nod, smiling lightly as Colin appears in the doorway.Â
âGood morning Miss Y/N. It is rather early is it not? Is Hyacinth even awake yet?â He asks, looking down the hallway before walking closer into the room.Â
âAlas, she is not. I figured wasting time while awake rather silly, however, so here I amâ.
âWithâŚâ he looks behind you, back at the couch, and his eyebrows raise in confusion as his head tilts to the side.Â
âOh, those are curtains that Mrs. Wilson was going to have thrown out. There was a stain on them, apparently, but I have yet to find itâ.Â
That does not seem to lessen Colinâs confusion.Â
âAnd what exactly are you doing with them?âÂ
âHyacinth has been begging to go to the modiste with Lady Bridgerton and Miss Bridgerton, but the focus is on those who need new dresses for the season. So, in the absence of the actual modiste, I figured I could stand in and make her a new dress. It is, however, a surprise so please do not tell her,â you look between him and the curtain, hoping you hadnât just spoiled your plan.Â
Instead of verbally responding, Colin drags his fingers in front of his lips and twists an imaginary key, signalling his sworn secrecy. You laugh quietly, before turning to sit back down with your work. Now that you no longer have to fear the undermining of your surprise, you are free to work on it in the open, or at least in front of Colin. As a member of staff passes, Colin orders tea and scones, muttering something about how if the two of you were going to stay awake you might have some fuel. One thing you have learned throughout your few weeks is Hyacinth and Gregoryâs love for mischief is rivalled only by Colinâs love of food. You say nothing, choosing to politely nod in agreement instead as you create the puff sleeves of Hyacinthâs dress. The scones and tea are brought quickly, you assume already prepared. You donât think it will ever fail to amaze you how on top of everything the people who run Bridgerton house are nor the fact that you are now a part of that.Â
âDo you care for cream or jam first?â Colin breaks the silence, almost startling you.Â
âOh, um, do not feel obliged to offer me any Mr. Bridgertonâ.Â
âColin, please. We did agree to get to know each other on more adult terms, did we not?âÂ
âWell, I suppose we did. But that does not remove anything in the series of respect and class differentials Mr. Bridgertonâ.Â
âYes, but if I am insisting, and you work for my house, then you must listen to me. Yes?â He looks quite pleased with himself as he pours milk into his teacup.Â
âFine, Colin it is. But if anyone asks, you are to inform them of your wishes immediately. I will not have people thinking I disrespect this house voluntarily,â.Â
âYes maâam,â he laughs, ânow, cream or jam?â Â
The conversation carries on easily enough between the two of you, and for a second you forget yourself. You forget that you are inside the previously terrifying Bridgerton home, making clothes out of old curtains and drinking tea with one of your employers. It feels easy, relaxed, and you wish that you could perpetually stay in this moment. The warm sun on your back is the same that makes Colin appear glowing, making his laugh even that more heavenly in appearance. You pause, internally slow blinking and hoping that youâre not physically translating that on your face. You did not just call Colin Bridgertonâs laugh heavenly, did you? You push the thought out of your mind, remembering there is no place for thoughts like that while doing your job.Â
That is until Lady Bridgerton makes her way into the drawing room and pauses at the sight before her. You notice her before Colin does, standing at attention immediately, dropping the dress down on the couch beside you. Colin stands cooly, walking over to greet his mother with a soft hug and a light kiss on the cheek. You do not think youâve seen him do anything with much more force than that since your arrival, and you wonder if he is that gentle with every person he meets. Quickly checking that train of thought and registering it unhelpful at this current moment in time, you look back solely at Lady Bridgerton, apologising for the possibility that you had any part in waking her.Â
âOh no, my dear, it was not you,â she reassures you, choosing not to question why she found her third eldest and her newest hire alone together, but rather allowing Colin to excuse himself with the claim that he is to meet his brothers for a round of fencing. âMay I ask why you have some of our old curtains in your possession?â She asks instead, taking Colinâs previously occupied seat on the couch across from you.Â
âOh, Mrs. Wilson said they were to be thrown away and I couldnât bear the waste of perfectly good fabric, so I fashioned Hyacinth a new dress,â you display the work you had completed during your conversation with the third Bridgerton boy, trying to be prideful but fearing the response all the same.Â
âHow thoughtful of you,â Lady Bridgerton smiles and you secretly sigh in relief. Though you had never pegged Lady Bridgerton to be cruel or patronising in any way, some of your previous employers had not been as kind, so you always secretly fear the worst. Your letters to your mother would describe as such, the growing anxiety that every well-to-do mama that you serve under will be exactly like the last. As much as you continually remind yourself that the Bridgertons are different, those thoughts do love to linger.Â
The afternoon sun brings a welcome break to your lesson with Hyacinth, who immediately insisted on wearing her new dress when presented with it. She looks lovely wandering around the garden, running across benches in the lightly patterned fabric which makes her easier to spot as well. Though that had not been your intention while making the garment, you have to admit it is a welcomed bonus. That child certainly has enough energy for all the ton twice over, so being easily seen is a necessity when she could run off at any moment. She had been dying to show you what she had observed in Gregoryâs dance lesson and requested that you acted as the female so she could take Gregoryâs spot. You curtsey as low as you can go before placing your hands on her small frame, bending at the knees ever so slightly so her hands can rest at a comfortable position. With no music to accompany you, Hyacinth takes to counting the steps out loud and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress your laughter. One misstep has Hyacinth scolding you, though not entirely in earnest as the situation quickly crumbles into a fit of laughter between you both. The sweet girl sits next to you on the garden pathway, the two of you holding your stomachs as you laugh heartily.Â
Colin stands at a window a floor above the gardens, overlooking the entertaining spectacle taking place before him. A persistent smile etches its way onto his face as his hands rest behind his back, grateful that you are down there and otherwise preoccupied so as to not witness his very obvious infatuation. He does not entirely know when his thoughts about you transitioned in such a way, he just hopes it is not as obvious as he feels it must be. Soon, he realises he is not the only person watching, as his mother has joined by his side, glancing down at what has captured her sonâs attention so.Â
âShe has quite the way with the children,â his mother comments, continuing to glance at the two of you rather than addressing her son directly.Â
âYou chose well,â he agrees, looking quickly at Lady Bridgerton before continuing to smile at the sound of your laugh climbing its way up through the window.Â
âA very kind soul indeed,â Lady Bridgerton sighs contently, turning then to look at her son. âWith a rather large, loving heart as well. It would be a shame to let that go to wasteâ. With no further explanation, she turns and walks away, leaving her son in the sunlit spot on the carpet, confused. She did always have a way for reading her childrensâ minds, as well as their hearts, even when they could not conjure up their thoughts themselves.Â
What a shame it would be, he agrees mentally. What a shame.
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