#para: Where We Left Off part 3

[darcytaylor]

Are people mad that Luke Newton has a girlfriend? Or is it something more? A deep dive. Part 3/FINAL

***Because people love to misrepresent what I write, here are the disclaimers up front:

This is the final part of my three-part series unpacking the Luke Newton backlash. If you haven’t read Part 1 or 2, I suggest starting there. I’ve been looking at the cumulative public choices, fan perception, and para-social tension that led to where we are now.

As always - I am not making claims about anyone’s private life or relationship status. I’m analyzing the public response to public behaviour.

This isn’t about hating anyone. It’s about trying to understand how things got so messy - and why those things matter in a fandom space that thrives on speculation and emotion.***

In part one and two of this deep dive I have commented on some of the mistakes that Luke has made in regard to his relationship with Antonia and how the pileup of mistakes has ultimately left fans to be angry. 

This is obviously just some opinions and are not fact. Since I don’t know him personally and never will, this is all just speculation. But what I can say is that I can look at a situation and I think I can form a logical opinion. But who the hell really knows?

Is it very critical of me to be making these? Probably. I mean if I was in the same situation as Luke, I probably would have screwed up a hell of a lot more (but I also don’t have PR training). It’s a tough industry and having all eyes on everything you do would be insane, so I can also sympathize. I also know that I would never want to be in an industry with all eyes on me, I would never put myself in a situation like this to begin with. 

I have critiqued Luke’s earlier actions with situations and people in part one and two - (New Years. Instagram friendships. Saying he’s most like his character. His friend choices. Social media presence. Showcasing dates instead of work. InStyle situation. Admitting to being young and naive in 20s) 

If you are reading this before part one and two I would highly recommend going back and reading the earlier parts first. 

One of the more recent situations that happened was the first infamous Deuxmoi situation. The one where there was a writeup about his relationship, and then Antonia’s mother went and liked some of the comments. While I think what the mother did was inappropriate and unwise. I do think she did it out of love for her daughter. 

Seeing comments degrading someone you love and care about would be tough, but then having it be about your daughter, I can see what lead up to this. Again I don’t want to excuse her behaviour, it was wrong and disgusting, but I can see how and why it all happened. 

This mistake wasn’t completely Luke’s . But it shows that everybody in this situation was very ill-prepared and it is Luke that ultimately has the PR team and the training. Some of the onus falls onto him. 

Since this all happened after people were already mad, the New Years video and the multiple situations that followed as the lead up. I wasn’t shocked to see Luke take an even bigger step back from social media - like FINALLY! 

There had to be some meetings with Luke about this situation and how he could remedy this. 

I was thinking that he would have given his social media to a team to manage, but it seems like he didn’t do that. Not sure if that is the correct move on his end, I guess time will tell. 

The post was taken down (or at least taken off of their main page) and it makes me wonder why? It had to be Luke’s team that made this happen. But what was the cost of that? How did they make that happen? Was there something that was promised? I don’t know enough about what would be involved to even remotely come to a solid conclusion. 

It probably had something to do with Luke wanting to protect Antonia and her family from the hate (legitimate or not). 

This blunder made me sad for every single person involved. Even if I don’t agree with the actions that created it. 

Now looking at the most recent Deuxmoi/People exclusive it can seem like this was the promise that was made? An exclusive with pictures. 

This could also be a continuation of Luke trying to protect Antonia and her family by saying - "the situation wasn’t as bad as people made it out to be, we want to move past this, I want to support Antonia and her family” - Since the article was a Deuxmoi exclusive and right after the other article. I think it’s safe to say that the pictures are connected to that first article, and trying to do some damage control. 

If Deuxmoi was the only drama that had occurred this may have worked. But like I keep saying, the situation is wild because of the multiple mistakes that piled up to create this most recent blow. Much of the backlash toward Antonia seems to stem from the public image that both she and Luke projected - whether intentionally or not.

Now I know people will ask why the pictures and articles had to come out the release day of season 3. The most logical reasoning I have is that they knew this was going to cause outrage. To have season 3 as a  positive to talk about, could help. At least I think they hoped it would help. They saw it as an opportunity to drown out the negative by having something positive at the forefront. Did this work? I don’t think it worked as much as they would have liked. But not all mistake have to be intentional. 

If they were spotted after the release day I believe that it would have been way worse for Luke Newton. He wouldn’t have had anything else to fall back on. 

Summary Questions - 

Do I think all of this will ultimately hurt Luke’s career? No. I think that if he books jobs, he will be just fine. I do think that there will be outrage anytime he is spotted with Antonia, which will always be a slight step back. The choices made have led to lasting perception issues that may take time to shift.

Do I think Nicola knew about the pictures/article that were going to be published? Yes. It’s clear that Nicola and Luke are a team and care for one another. 

If you have any further questions, please feel free to ask!

Also, should I do a deep dive into anything else? Someone mentioned in a comment I should do a deep dive into Nicola’s songs she posted about. Is there anything else? It doesn’t even have to be about Bridgerton or the cast. 

[dino-collective-bah]

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[thegracieedit]

Privacy Paradox: Impacts on Identity and Privacy

How does the privacy paradox impact our identity and privacy?

Privacy paradox means indicating concerns about the online privacy however the behaviours or actions do not reflect these fears (Ross, 2022). Sadly, this is true and is still happening in the world today.

So, what is the impact of privacy paradox to our identity and privacy? Answer to this is it has a great and alarming impact. Disclosing your personal details in online services without fully understanding how they use, store and share these information increases risks like data breach or identity theft. Once you shared this information online you already have no control over how it is used. It can be a way for others to track your activities. With the influence of social media apps today, one can feel the pressure of being left out in which they tend to overshare details of themselves in order to be “accepted.” Which if you think about it in a more depth perspective, you are giving away yourself for free to the world. You allow these apps to share the information to others which is supposedly should be private.

Most of the time, it is because of the lack of awareness that people do this mistake. One should be responsible when using online services and how they could protect themselves and the information they just shared. Let’s take Google again for example, Google can track you through your location. So, you can protect yourself from it by turning off the option to share your location (UMATechnology, 2024, pp. para. 3 - 8). Thorough research and understanding of what safety precautions you could do is the solution to minimize the impact of leaking your private information in the online world.

Here are few examples to support the statement above:

This video gives you an informative discussion about privacy paradox and the challenges people face today to protect their private information online against the big tech companies and also gave tips on what we can do to protect our privacy.

The article above explains an example of privacy paradox in social media. It describes that these sites urge one that it is okay to share openly your activities online as they “assure” you that they safekeep your private information.

Works Cited:

Default, P. |. (Director). (2023). The Privacy Paradox | A Proton - YouGov Report [Motion Picture].

Future Society. (2023, July 3). tomorrow.bio. Retrieved from The Privacy Paradox: Why Do People Share Their Data?: https://assets-global.website-files.com/62792c49f89cb381b3affec5/64a2a869432eea5f912d1f19_data.jpg

Ikezuruora, C. (2024, March 25). Privacy End Protecting Digital Rights. Retrieved from Revealing the Hidden Dilemma: Transparency-Privacy Paradox in Social Media: https://www.privacyend.com/transparency-privacy-paradox-social-media/

Ross, C. (2022, April 19). The Canadian Bar Association. Retrieved from The Privacy Paradox: https://www.cba.org/Sections/Privacy-and-Access/Articles/2022/The-privacy-paradox

UMATechnology. (2024, December 25). UMATechnology. Retrieved from 8 Ways Google Can Track You and How to Stop or View It: https://umatechnology.org/8-ways-google-can-track-you-and-how-to-stop-or-view-it/

[menodoramoon]

idle nights | self-para

When: sometime, 1991

Summary: A small glimpse into Menodora and River's wedding night.

Warnings: mildly suggestive content <3 not explicit, but there are references to sex?

It starts with breathlessness and ends with noise. This falling that happens and continues once and twice and again and again.

Their lives are a series of careening drops and slow but steady recoveries... Falling in love and falling apart and falling into bed the night of their wedding.

River unbuttons each complicated bead and clasp on her dress, slowly and with care. Her faith in everything she is laid bare, threadbare. The silk and lace of her dress feel light in material but heavy in meaning.

Confidence and comfort turn to carelessness as she finds herself fumbling for the clasp of her necklace and the pins in her hair. They're laid haphazard on her vanity. A rare occurrence.

Blonde curls cascade down over where her dress is open, and she knows it's time to pull it away but she's afraid she can't pull it off. This idea of herself. Performing what everyone thinks of her. And her dress, which she feels would have been easier to sew her into than deal with the buttons of the bodice.

A perfect countess, she reminds herself at nineteen, should be thinking foremost about her people and family line. She's what's left of that line, isn't she? Or, rather, she's been told, she's the only one left who matters.

So they tumble awkwardly into bed after Menodora has thoroughly folded their discarded clothes. He'd told her not to worry about it, but she's learned to worry about everything.

It was her job after all.

Her hands shake as she sees, for a moment, what they truly are. Her cheeks glow for a brief moment with the effort it takes to right them again.... River kisses her lightly, softly. She reciprocates.

There is no passionate tangle of sheets. Or heavy panting as they lay there. Into light, tentative touches and careful, exploring sighs.

The bedsheets, for the most part, remain undisturbed...

Moments tick by. Minutes. Hours. Minutes, Menodora decides, before she feels something in her click. Or unclick. Or come undone.

Her eyes shine with something she doesn't know. Blue with magic? Watery with tears? It must be the latter, for he asks her what's wrong.

She doesn't reply, only shakes her head. Pulls him closer. Flesh to flesh. The feeling of his warmth trying to warm her nerves.

He runs his hand lightly on her arm, and she thinks he may kiss her once again. Her lips, her neck. Maybe lower. Maybe not.

Menodora closes her eyes.

She takes in the feeling of everything. The room and the light draft from their ever so haunted house.

River's home was never like this. It was filled with lively chatter and chaos in a way hers would never fall to...

She's inexperienced. She expects he is too, it would make sense. Menodora's never heard of another woman in his life. Though she feels that she is barely a woman now.

She feels... Small.

It takes a moment to realize she doesn't feel him anymore.

When she does open her eyes, it's his own gaze looking back. Watching her. Her face. Her cheeks. A soft pink glow reflects in his eyes and she can't discern exactly what it is that -- oh.

That light of her uncertainty. Her distress. All manifesting as diamonds on her cheeks, illuminating softly with magic.

Worse than a blush. And a tell of her inadequacy...

"Let's stop," he says, just as soft and kind as his touch. "We don't have to, not tonight."

Menodora feels the deepest ache of disappointment in herself. She opens her mouth to protest, only for him to rest a palm on her cheek and lean forward to kiss her head before crawling off of her and pulling on a robe.

She watches him carefully, waiting for him to express him disappointment in her too. But it doesn't come. And Menodora realizes that she's likely spent too long laid on the bed, undressed.

She sits up, curious. Every breath a question, ringing empty in her ears. How was this acceptable? It wasn't! Not for her position.

He walks back, bringing her own robe. Softer than the silk one she swept down to breakfast in, still maintaining the appearance of regality. That almost haughty look that had people second-guess their demands of her.

Instead, he hands her a plush one. Sky blue. One she wore in the privacy of her own suite, just herself. She almost asks how he knew, but she remembers one of the times he'd come by and she had been so embarrassed to have not been properly dressed yet.

When she was growing up, she was reminded constantly that whoever she married would move into her house. Not the opposite. Because she was going to be the Countess and had an obligation to her home.

She doesn't feel like she's much befitting her title now.

Menodora takes the cloudy fabric. River kisses her on the forehead. It is calm. And loving. And there is no malice or upset that follow.

It's almost too much for her, actually.

"Would you prefer I slept elsewhere?" He asks, taking a step back.

She can tell that he so desperately wants to hug her. And also that he doesn't want to overwhelm her. And also that he loves her.

Menodora shakes her head. Smiles delicately, her heart in much the same state, and murmurs, "stay."

She feels fragile, yet unbroken. River feels safe when he holds her that night.

They lay down to the drowned out sounds of the radio. A storm brewing as they settle in bed, clothed and comfortable. The rain sets in as they fall asleep. The radio static is the last memory as Moon drifts off.

[migratingisaright]

SNOTY

-¿Quién eres? ¿Desde dónde y hacia dónde migraste?

Hola soy Snoty vengo de Lima - Perú, tengo 28 años y con ganas de seguir migrando y pintando. La primera vez que salí de Perú fue para Santiago de Chile en el 2009 solo por un año luego regresé en el 2015 hasta el 2019 donde se volvió mi segunda casa la cual quiero mucho, conocí los amigos más bacanes que he podido tener, lo cual me acostumbre a vivir en Santiago. Luego en el 2020 migré para Alemania a la ciudad de Colonia, solo estuve un año y tuve que migrar para España por cuestión de permiso de trabajo y otros trámites migratorios, llegué a España donde actualmente ya llevo casi 3 años viviendo en Madrid, una ciudad muy bacán, es como si siempre hubiera estado aquí, me siento bien.

-Who are you? From where and where did you migrate?

Hello, I'm Snoty, I come from Lima - Peru, I'm 28 years old and I want to continue migrating and painting. The first time I left Peru was for Santiago de Chile in 2009 for only one year, then I returned in 2015 until 2019 where it became my second home which I love very much, I met the coolest friends I have ever had, which I got used to living in Santiago. Then in 2020 I migrated to Germany to the city of Cologne, I only stayed for a year and I had to migrate to Spain due to a work permit and other immigration procedures, I arrived in Spain where I have currently been living in Madrid for almost 3 years, a city very cool, it's like I've always been here, I feel good.

-¿Qué es la migración para ti?

En una parte ha sido triste tener que dejar mi país para poder estar mejor económicamente y tener mejor calidad de vida, no es justo que tengamos que salir para encontrar eso, lamentablemente tenemos que buscar otras alternativas pero al salir de mi zona de confort me he vuelto más valiente y me he atrevido ha hacer cosas que no imaginé, por eso migrar significa ser constante en lo que uno quiere lograr y atreverse a conocer lugares, también siempre es bueno informarse bien donde ir.

-What is migration for you?

On one hand it has been sad to have to leave my country to be better off financially and have a better quality of life, it is not fair that we have to go out to find that, unfortunately we have to look for other alternatives but by leaving my comfort zone I have become braver and I have dared to do things that I did not imagine, that is why migrating means being constant in what one wants to achieve and daring to know places, it is also always good to be well informed about where to go.

-Relata la experiencia más difícil en tu vida migrante.

Fue al llegar a España y no tener trabajo tener que ir a fundaciones a pedir ayuda de alimentos fue uno de los momentos más difíciles ya que no tengo familia ni amistades como para pedir ayuda, luego todo mejoró.

-Relate the most difficult experience in your migrant life.

When I arrived in Spain and didn't have a job, I had to go to foundations to ask for food help. It was one of the most difficult moments since I don't have family or friends to ask for help. Then everything got better.

Relata la experiencia más hermosa en tu vida migrante.

Para mi fue conocer al quién es mi jefe actual, quien me dio la mano sin conocerme y confío en mi. Entré a trabajar en una obra como ayudante lo cual tenía que hacer trabajos pesados y demoliciones, luego de meses me dijo que aprenda a poner cerámicas, azulejos, ya que él no quería que yo continuara así y me enseñó todo lo que sé ahora. Siempre se lo agradezco porque hasta el día de hoy sigo con él trabajando, he aprendido mucho y gracias a mi esfuerzo estoy mejor.

-Tell about the most beautiful experience in your migrant life.

For me it was meeting my current boss, who shook my hand without knowing me and trusted me. I started working on a construction site as an assistant which had to do heavy work and demolitions. After months he told me to learn how to put ceramics and tiles, since he didn't want me to continue like this and he taught me everything I know now. I always appreciate it because to this day I continue working with him, I have learned a lot and thanks to my efforts I am better.

-¿Qué extrañas de tu lugar de origen?

Lo que extraño es comer bien rico en Lima ya que estar lejos no es lo mismo, ya llevo tiempo que no he regresado y espero que pueda algún momento.

-What do you miss about your place of origin?

I miss eating delicious food in Lima since being away is not the same, it's been a while since I've been back and I hope I can at some point.

- ¿Qué mensaje le dejarías a la gente que piensa en migrar o está en ello, y que hoy lee tus palabras?

No hay que tener miedo de salir y experimentar, que a veces toca vivir experiencias duras pero hay que tener fortaleza y ganas de salir adelante.

- What message would you leave for people who are thinking about migrating or are doing so, and who read your words today?

You don't have to be afraid to go out and experiment, sometimes you have to live through hard experiences but you have to have strength and the desire to move forward.

[beauty-of-fear]

Chapter 3: Letting go, Part 1.

We finally landed. The first thing that struck me was how hot it was. I could feel my skin boiling under my pants, which was a mistake to wear. The sun was beaming down on us, we took shelter in our rental car, and went to a taco shack a few feet away from the airport. Literally a shack made up of metal that was found on the side of the road. Two broken lawn chairs, and an outside plastic table were placed inside. It was a one man show. “Dos tacos de pescado para llevar por favor.” I told the man standing behind the counter. He shook his head in understanding and ran to the back. While waiting and eating the food, we also waited for his cousin to arrive so we could follow her to where we would be staying. Which was about an hour away from the airport. Upon his cousin, Francis or Franny, arriving we drove down dirt roads, to the left you had a mountain, about 200, maybe 300, feet high, greener than it usually is, because they had a rainy season. On the right, a cliff. Off of the cliff was the sea. The bluest water I’ve ever seen. It was like this the whole ride. In our rental car it was just Samson and me. We didn’t speak the whole time. “Too beautiful to talk huh?” He said to me trying to understand what I was thinking. I just nodded with wide eyes taking in ever inch of everything I could see. After one security checkpoint, 4 young Mexican men holding guns looked through our bags and car, and asked us a few questions, and let us go. Finally, about 40 minutes later, we were at our home for the next two weeks.

[adarklighthale]

Where We Left Off part 3 ll Lighthale

Peter had been watching the whole scene as planned. He had made sure he had a good distance between them so even when they were aware that he was there, they wouldn't pay too much attention to him. And he was glad. This was probably one of the hottest scenes he had ever scene, which was something that was hard to beat considering several of the videos he had both of his own and Camden's collection. It was also why he started to video tape it. He needed this into his collection.

He had been stroking himself this whole time, slowly pleasuring himself, not paying that much attention to himself. Not even when Nasir started to produce that delicious lubricant. Rather he was embracing the scene. However things started to  heat up when the main characters of the scene reached their end. His hand moved faster and so did that familiar feeling when he got closer to his orgasm.

Nasir moaned when Cody grabbed his hips and pressed forward. He thought he was pushing inside, but instead, he was coming undone. Nevertheless, it strengthens the orgasm for a second...maybe even more as he felt all of his cum on his back. After a minute or so, once he was calmer, but he was still horny and he was  pretty sure Cody was as well This was even more true as he felt some of the cum go down to his slicked hole.

The only answer the werewolf had in his mind was that he, Cody and Peter needed to have a threesome. “Pull that back in, we are going to Peter and have sex.” He told him, panting. However, he didn't move from where he was.

Cody did not expect to have as much if not even more than the last time they did this. Nasir was just so hot...and now he was even hotter. He had barely controlled himself before, but now he just needed to have more. His siren like instincts were taking over. There was no way he would back out. He was not even listening to Nasir. His voice was low to him. He was only listening to himself. That was why he leaned in to Nasir's ear and sang his words. "I'm going to fuck you."

While the whole scene was turning Peter on and driving him to his orgasm, nothing made him roll his eyes like what happened next. He watched Cody get out of script. He witnessed him whispered something into Nasir's ear before he kissed his cheek. He witnessed Nasir nodding and saying something. Cody then collected some of the cum in Nasir's back and aligned himself and started to sink inside of his husband. He lost it there, moaning loudly as cum flew out of him to the floor.

Nasir didn't know what was going on or why Cody was not moving. He was going to say something, but then his ear burned at the siren's next words. He had forgotten his future words and plans and instead focused on his drive to get fucked. He moaned as he nodded. Arousal quickly kicked in and lust started to take over. It was so quick that he didn't have time to process it or for his body and and mind to even try. He was even warmer and bothered than ever before. It was why he produced even more slick and the reason why he was quickly rock hard again. The words just slipped out without a thought given "Y-yes...fuck me." He said and when he got exactly that he moaned even louder.

Cody had heard and seen Peter orgasm and let all of his cum splatter on the cold floor, but it only distracted him for a few seconds. After that he just used his powers again on the werewolf while he was sinking inside of him. He knew he was long and thick. Even under the spell, he knew it could hurt. Even under his own desires he did not wish him harm and he could have ignored it because Nasir felt so goddamed good. He was still tight and so war and so incredibly wet. He had not felt this need and want for such a long time. "I'm going to make you forget your name." He said as he put his hands on his shoulders, getting ready for what was next.

Nasir could have paid attention to the scent of his husband orgasming, but not under the spell he was. He felt like he did when Peter would drive him to a lustful state. He knew where to press and mess to get here there. Cam knew the same. Cody hasn't exactly put on the work yet here they were. No matter how he did it, he was here and there was nothing else that he wanted other than good fuck. It was why he was squirming and producing more and more slick. "Please...fuck me."

Peter's cock did not soften. How could it be so as he kept watching this. He had seemed Cam fucked his husband before and it was always beyond what anybody could offer and this was close to that. Hearing Nasir say those words and feel them was such a turn on. The scent was intoxicating, even more than a few seconds ago. It was why he started to stroke himself again, watching the scene unfolding.

But of course he was not as intoxicating as Nasir. He didn't know if he was full of cock or not. He knew he could feel it all the way up to where here, maybe a new asshole, who knew. He had felt Cody's cock in his hand. He knew how long and thick it was, but feeling it inside of him was a total different story. It didn't hurt because he wanted it. He wanted it and he wanted it now.

Cody smiled hearing Nasir utter those words, but those words meant nothing when the most intoxicated things was express nonverbally. He just couldn't hold it anymore. The scent of slick and arousal were far too much to his own out of control lust. It was why he put his hands on his shoulders and used it to start pulling back and then back inside. He moaned right away. That first thrust was just too good not to process it.

Nasir gasped as soon as he felt the other did the first thrust. It felt incredibly painful, yet incredibly good because of the other's work. He knew the pleasure could come in stronger soon. It was only because of the other's spell. "You are so...big." He said.

Peter remembered when Nasir said that on the first time. It was why he chuckled, but he found it even hotter now when it was someone else doing the fucking.

And Cody was more than happy to that fucking as he pulled back again and then back in. This time he didn't stop and he wasn't planning to anytime soon. His hands also found Nasir's hips and he pushed him back as he pushed in. "Fuck do you feel good."

"Oh f-fuck" Nasir repeated several times as Cody started to fuck him, going even deeper than before. He was grunting and moaning as pleasure and pain fought against each other. He started to leak more and more slick. The same could be said for his cock. Cody really had found a new asshole because he didn't know where that long dick was going. He just knew he felt it in his whole body.

"Fuck...you have no idea how long I have wanted to do this." He told him as he started to speed up. "It is even better than I ever imagined." He told him. His hands slowly moving up and down his torso. He felt free to explore every inch of Nasir and he was going to take every second he could because this might be the last.

The more Cody thrusted in and out of him, the more pleasure Nasir started to feel as a constant. It was starting to become even stronger than the spell he had him on. His touch and dirty words were not helping. His touch electric and explosive while his words subtly gave him shivers. It was why he was squirming.

If Nasir was acting like this just by the combination of what had happened before and a little tune, then he had many ideas for the future. Just the thought of them were making him groan and go beyond stroking himself as he reached for one of his nipples and started to tweak them.

"God...you are so hot." He said as he could picture what Nasir look liked shirtless just by mapping his body with his touch. He stopped by the nipples and gently tweak them as he fucked him.

"Oh fucking fuck!" Nasir was still moaning, but he moaned even louder when the other found his nipples. It was a new weakness that he had developed thanks to Cameron. He was so hot and bothered. He was started to leak more and more pre-cum now. Cody was really scratching that need from him.

Nasir's reaction just made Cody tweak even harder. At the same time he started to thrust faster and  harder as he felt that sea of slick trying to delay him. "You are wetter than any pussy I have dealt with. Fuck this feels so good. I might cum very soon again..." He purred into Nasir's ear and nipped the shell. "Is that what you want from me? To fill you up?" Cody said in between his tunes.

Nasir squirmed and moaned as Cody not only tweaked his nipples harder, but also fucked him faster and harder. He was breathing hard now along with his moans. However, nothing compared to Cody's words and sound. It made him gasp and even more turn on. It made him so needy. "Y-yes...please...please fill me up."

Having Nasir behave like this was too much. His wet and hot hole was too much. The scent of arousal, the sounds he was making...he just couldn't have enough of it. It was pushing him to fuck faster. It was why his hands moved to his shoulders to use it for leverage it. It was also for support because he was quite close to his end"Say again, tell me to fill you up."

"Fill me up, fill me up." Nasir repeated a few times. He didn't hesitate. Even if he was not under the spell he would have. He was moaning so much as pleasure just kept up spreading and spreading. He was squirming slick and releasing pre-cum. He thought he could cum just like this.

"Yeah...yeah that's it baby. Here I..." The last words  on the tip of his tongue as his orgasm hit. It was way stronger than the last tone. It was why he was gasping. It was why his legs shook and it was why he was filling Nasir with way more cum than he had released outside of him.

Nasir moaned louder as soon as he felt that first shot inside of him even when the thrust kept on coming. He didn't know what had happened, but it was hard to describe the ecstasy that he was filling. It was like if he had completed something. It was why he shivered. Only realizing that the reason why he was feeling that way was because he was orgasming too. "Oh shit..." He said as he felt some composure.

"Oh shit indeed." Cody said as he rested his head on the back of Nasir's neck. He took a few deep breaths, trying to process what just happened. He couldn't believe he finally had fucked Nasir. He couldn't believe it was far better he had ever imagined. "Damn, your ass is just the best isn't?"

Nasir knew he was not suppose to answer that question, but how could he anyway after such a pleasant fuck. He was still under the other's spell, but whether he was or he wasn't, it still was fucking amazing. He couldn't believe himself that he had denied himself such a pleasure. It was not better than sleeping with Peter of course, but it was still something he did not regret getting.

Cody chuckled, partly because he could understand and read the other's mind and body because of who he was. He totally knew how good the other was feeling and how he loved what had happened. "No comment?" He asked him.

"What do you want me to say?" Asked Nasir. Being under the spell did not mean he couldn't have a normal conversation. "I think...my body said enough."

"Maybe it did" He said. However, he still needed more and he knew Nasir did too. It was why he started his next moves as soon as he pulled back. He didn't even care to see the cum and slick that quickly leaked out of Nasir's hole. He just turned the werewolf around and lifted him up before pining him against the wall. "There is more where that came from." He said and lowered him down to his cock.

It was true that Nasir wanted more, but even under the spell he was not sure if to have it. However, Cody had already decided that for himself because soon enough he was manhandled to another position. A very hot position in fact and any emptiness he had felt was barely noticed when he was filled again. He groaned and moaned. "C-Cody wait..." He said, resisting a little.

"No waiting." Cody said, thinking of using his voice again to compel Nasir, but decided not to and instead used hid dick to convince him. Soon enough he was lifting him up and down his cock, making him groan again as he was now pushing through both a sea of cum and slick.

Whatever Nasir was going to say next was gone as he was suddenly hit with that wave of pleasure that made his toes curl. This time however it was even greater as this was one of his favorite positions. "Oh fuck...I'm so full...already."

"And yet there is so much left to give you." He said and he was not going to stop until there was nothing else to give. He had a lot of cum and energy left reserved for Nasir and he was starting to build up to it as he guided Nasir into his cock faster  while he thrusted up ward hard. It was so hard that the wet smack sound was even audible to the distant Peter. It was captured in video perfectly as well.

Nasir was easily a moaning mess again, this time without any help from Cody's magic. Everything he felt was natural raw pleasure and he loved every second of it. It was why not only he held himself tightly against Cody, but he also moved his hips, chasing for more of of that intoxicating and addictive pleasure. Cum from the previous deposit and slick were

And it was just as addictive and intoxicating to Cody. It was so that it was not the position, stamina or required strength that was going to make this fuck short. It was how close he was to his orgasm already.  It was why he was groaning so much, louder when he thrusted harder. "Fuck yu feel so fucking good." He said and pushed him againts the wall before really going for it in terms of speed.

This was where Nasir's eyes rolled back, feeling a bombardment of pleasure. More slick was leaking out, going right into the floor as Cody kept fucking him. If Cody was close, Nasir was even closer. He couldn't hold it anymore. Cody was just hitting that spot over and over again. When the time came, he just gasped loudly right before cum was fucked out of him. He tighten his hold so hard, both on Cody's neck and cock. His body just shook in pleasure.

Cody had never met someone who expressed their pleasure as much as Nasir. It was a sight for sore eyes and it was a sight for anybody who wanted to cum in seconds. That along with the tight squeeze on his cock was not just enough to slow him down, but deposit another load into Nasir. He squeezed his eyes shut as he moaned.

Feeling himself being filled again by Cody was not something he was going to get, but the feeling of it was euphoric. It just made him moan louder. He had never felt this way before and he was not sure why.

Cody felt the same euphoric feeling that Nasir felt and he knew Nasir was feeling. Cody's was just stronger because of what he was. And because of that there was more to have. So his eyes opened wide and he took Nasir and placed him on the floor as he went down on his knees. He didn't wait for Nasir to protest either. He just spread his legs and started fucking.

Nasir didn't protest. He didn't have time. He was still processing and adjusting. His brain was trying to catch up and he didn't do so in time as that intoxicating pleasure easily came back as soon as Cody started again. It was like a out of body experience as he didn't even know nor care that he was on the floor.

Cody went faster with time just as he was groaning more and more with time. His cock was painted with more and more white as all the cum he had put on inside of him was coating his dick with the slick. "You are...the best I have had in a while. You are driving me while."

Nasir didn't have any control anymore. His mind had totally shut off and let his body take control. He was there now only for pleasure and for Cody. It was why he was even drooling as he was being overdose with pleasure and lust. He just couldn't have enough. It was why he was moaning so much, almost like he was in a porn himself.

Cody pushed Nasir's legs up even more and really started to pound him. He was going to fast and so hard. The wet smacking sound was louder than he had ever heard in his entire life. Nasir had given himself to him, with the help of his powers, but a large part of him did it voluntarily. The only part that he had under control was his need to feed on him. He did not want to. How could keep enjoying this if he did?

Nasir didn't even react to Cody movin his body. After all he was totally submitted to him. His only job was to received what he was being given and express what was being given doing to him. He didn't think he would last very long like this.

Cody understood why Nasir wasn't responding and that was why he stopped speaking and instead focused on what he was doing, which was the werewolf below him. The one that was not only making him go crazy, but absorbing everything he was giving him, including all sweat he was producing. "Won't last long...ready for another load?"

"Yes!" Nasir said without an ouch of hesitation and as the only word he had said in a while. It was also the only word is body wanted to let out due to all the pleasure he was getting, taking him to a place where the feeling he felt felt like it was never going to end.

Cody was a little surprised by the responde, but it was everything he wanted to hear. That clear submission in words and body was enough to drive him to the edge again as he thrusted a few more times. Cum came after that, filling the werewolf once again.

It was surprising how being filled over and over again didn't get old. It felt incredible and utterly satisfying. It was so satisfying that he was smearing cum all over himself, his chest and neck particularly. It made him gasp and moan as pleasure just found a way to hit him hard again. He didn't know how it could happen.

And yet Cody wanted to get to that peak more. He pulled back and pulled Nasir's legs down, but soon enough he was turned him around and forcing him to be on his hands and knees. Without a second though, he entered him and started to fuck him as fast as before.

And there it was again. Nasir didn't question it anything. He just played the role of being the receiving end of Cody's insane stamina and need to fuck. He just absorbed what was being given to him and easily started to moan. It didn't seem like there would be an end and he was fine with that in his current state.

Cody took Nasir's submission to do whatever he wanted as he had showed several times already. He took things to another level when he tugged Nasir's head by the hair, hard. He forced him to look at Peter.

And that sent a chill down Peter's back. Nasir looked like he was out of it. It was to be expected. How many times had Cody filled him up by now? Yet it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. It was so hot, so lust inducing that walked over and plunged his cock into Nasir's mouth. He just couldn't help it.

Nasir groaned even louder at Cody's hairpull, but he didn't care because that along with the pounding that he was getting was only trying t get him to another orgasm. It was just like he was are that Peter came in and pushed his cock into his mouth. He was aware, but didnd't care. He just let both men use him.

And use him they were. Peter started to fuck Nasir's welcoming mouth as if he was under Cody's spell. The desire to fill his stomach with cum was quite the prority.

Cody himself wanted to see that too. It was why he started to push Nasir's head to meet Peter half way. It was such a turn on. He didn't even care that it made him slow down a bit.

Nasir didn't stop groaning even when both his holes were being fucked; even if he gagged a little. Nasir had never been spit roasted, not even with Cameron around. This had been a first, but being filled from both holes was turning him on more than he though. Feeling helpeless between these two men and being in the receiving end of both forces was a feeling he could describe. He didn't know how long he could keep this going as hew as ready to cum again while saliva was leaking out his mouth and cum and slicked were leaking out of his ass.

Both men embraced the strong scent of arousal that Nasir was producing. It was probably the strongest perfume they had ever smelled. It turned both on, one more than the other as Peter started to slow down when his orgasm hit first. His cock was barely in Nasir's mouth before he just shot rope after rope in his mouth.

Nasir knew what was coming despite tthe state he was in. He just knew his husband way to well to allow the cum to fall out. It was why he pushed forward with the help of Cody who was forcing him into his cock and pounding him still. Nasir use his mouth and throat as a storage device as he tried to swallow as much as possible. The act itself thourh turned him on so much that he started to cum himself, but also squirm slick from his ass.

Seeing Peter reach his orgasm and filling Nasir's eager mouth was enough to make him cum, but it truly was  Nasir experiencing another orgasm that drove him other the edge. He started to fill out Nasir again. It was not as much as the previous times, but he still have some in the tank as well as some energy. "Hm...give me some of that." Cody said and slowly pulled him back. He then put one hand on his chin and forced his head to turn around so he could kiss him.

Nasir was barely able to swallow what his mate was providing before the other was filling up again. Then again was he? He could barely tell with everything that had happened until now. He had been filled some many time and he had produced so much slick that it was hard to differentiate between the two. Nevertheless, Cody did and then pulled him and forced him to a kiss that was quite happy to embrace. He was not taking no for an answer. Not in this state, so he kissed back and shared some of what he had.

Peter watched as his husband and the dancer shared their seed while kissing. It was really hot, just like everything else had been. "I don't get any of that?" He asked, but didn't wait for an asnwer as he moved forward and lean in to kiss Cody first, kissing him deeply while he caressed Nasir's brused hips. However, seconds later he pulled back and kissed his husband.

Nasir felt his body being pulled by gravity as he rested on Peter's body, lazily kissing his shoulder and neck. He was so tired, yet still turn on. It was a weird feeling, but it was easy to forget when his husband pulled him back for a kiss. When they kissed, even Cody's spell was not strong enough to block the feeling he felt when he did. He wanted Peter to fuck him.

Peter knew exactly what his husband needed and wanted. Their connection was so strong that sometimes they could read each other.

Cody didn't feel that connection, but he could see their energy and chemistry. He hoped to get something like that soon. His jealousy slightly got the best of him so he gently pulled Nasir back. "Want to fuck him?"

Nasir nearly whined when Cody pulled him back, but also it was mostly because he missed the touch and proximity from Peter. However, he couldn't complain much when Cody was asking exactly what he wanted. For that reason he only looked at his husband, hoping for a yes to that question.

"Of course. I have been trying to hold myself all of this and let you two do your own thing, but I couldn't it anymore." Peter explained. "I can't leave now without fucking you Nasir." He said and pecked his lips.

Nasir smiled, but he did roll his eyes seconds after, mostly because of his last words. He was out of it, but he could still understand what was happening. "So you want him to pull out?" Nasir asked.

Cody spoke before Peter even could. "Who said I had to." He said and kissed his cheek. He then looked at Peter and they both shared a wicked smile.

"I don't remember the last time I did something like that." Peter said. "And I bet you haven't Nasir...as you are now it is the perfect way to try it." Peter said.

Nasir was extremely confused. He looked back to Cody and then to Peter, who were now a mirror of each other. "Hm...so what do you two have in mind? can someone explain please?" Nasir asked.

"Why not show?" Cody asked as he wrapped his arms around his middle. "Hold on tight Nasir." He said as he slowly let himself fall back, using his feet for support, until he was laying down on the floor with Nasir on top of him. He then spread his legs a little bit, but he spread Nasir's legs wider than his as soon as he unwrapped his arms.

Peter loved Cody's sexual mind. They were one and the same in that regard and he loved every second of it. He was sure to ask for his assistance in their other sexual adventours.

Nasir didn't know what was happening even when Cody decided to show instead of tell. However, he knew Peter knew, somewhow...so he trusted that. However, he did still feel weird and uncomfortable as he was on top of the siren. "Now what?" He asked Cody but he was looking at his husband instead.

"Why not show?" Peter asked, using Cody's same line. He stepped closer and lowered himself down until he was in between Cody's and Nasir's legs. "Have an idea?" He asked his mate as he stroke his cock. He was delaying the process because he wanted to see Nasir's expression once he figured out what was about to happen.

The beta wolf rolled his eyes as soon as his husband repeated Cody's words. However, any annoyance he had became shock. He gasped as he realized what their plan was something he had seen in porn only once. "W-wait, wait. Double penetration? I have never done that before! And you are both big and thick. They won't fit!" Nasir expressed with haste.

"Yes" Peter said with a small chuckled. "And there is a first time for everything my dear. Right now it is the perfect time to do so. You are filled with slick and an enormous amount of cum. We probably won't have another time where you are as slick as this." Peter explain while stroking himself to get himself ready.

Nasir heard him. He did, even in the state that he was, but that didn't mean that he fully listened to him nor agree with him. "But that doesn't mean that we have to try it."

Both Cody and Peter chuckled. "I don't think you will say that as soon as you realize how good it feels" Cody said as he felt Peter's cock rubbing his and Nasir's hole.

"You know I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you. I know you trust me." Peter said, now speaking seriously. "I don't think it will be for long either. Even with all the slickness, it will be a tight." Peter explained.

Nasir took a deep breath and sighed. He did trust Peter and he knew Peter wouldn't hurt him. However, it didn't mean this terrified him and make him nervous. It was why he took another deep breath and looked back at his husband. "Alright...but it better not hurt too much." He told them.

"It might...but just a little bit." Cody said as he held Nasir tight, but also made sure his legs were open wide enough. He couldn't see Peter at all, but he could feel the older man starting to push as he felt the thick head try to join them. Successful it was as soon enough it was not just the head he was feeling, making the siren groan in the process.

Nasir took a few deep breaths and tried not to pay attetion to Cody. He just focused on himself and on his husband. Whether it worked or not he wouldn't know as he felt an immense pressure despite that his husband's cock was sliding in with much ease. It had to be the fact that two cocks were inside of him and the fact that his ass was not made for that. "It is a lot...lot!" He groaned.

"Relax..." Peter whispered a few times. He held his own groans as he felt his cock pushing deeper and deeper into his husband. The sight of his cock disappearing into his ass was marvelous and lust inducting. And if that wasn't enough, it was all the cum and slick and heat that he was feeling as he was doing so. "Just...a little more." Peter said as he went beyond half way. He was moaning now. The pleasure was too much.

Nasir appreciated that Cody was holding him, but it wasn't enough. It was why he was grabbing into Peter's arms, his nails digging into his flesh.  His eyes slowly started to roll back through as he felt his mate hit that spot, making him start producing slick again. "Peter...please..." He said. He just wanted him to fuck him instead of pushing deeper.

Peter wasn't entirely sure why his mate was begging, but hot damn did it feel good to be inside of husband, especially after everything he had seen. It was just too hot. Such a turn on. The older werewolf then looked at Cody and both men nodded. He leaned down and kissed his husband, trying to distract him a little while Cody started to move in and out of him.

Nasir kept on taking deep breaths, trying to relax. If he felt that Cody had found a new asshole, now he felt like Cody and Peter were expanding it. The groans felt like they were stuck on his throat after developing in his chest. Peter kissing him seemed like a good way to keep them contained and he tried to kiss back, but it was really hard when all he could focus was the fact that he had two huge cocks inside of him. However, those thoughts starter to face as the groans were push towards his lips when Cody started to move.

Cody was amazed at how easily his cock was sliding in and out. Peter had been right, Nasir was in the perfect condition for this. He had so much cum and slick that Nasir felt like he had been pumped with gallons of lube. On top of that having another cock made it easier for such lubricants to remain inside even as he started to thrust faster. It felt even better as he kept on thrusting, making him groan himself more and more as the new layer of tightness turned him on.

Nasir had to pulled back from the kiss to felt some form of relief as his groans and moans came out. He needed to let them out, to express how his body and mind felt in the current situation or the tension would remain on his throat and chest. It was why he as cursing more as he moaned.

Cody started to thrust even faster. He knew he wasn't going to last long, but he at least wanted Peter to join him on the fun. He just gave him that look, one he could understand. Peter just smiled while bitting his bottom lip and started to move.

Nasir did not think things could get even more intense. That was until Peter started to move. Both cocks touching his pleasure center, sometimes at the same times, drove him wild. Pain was still there, but pleasure started to come back strong.

Cody and Peter were not matching at all. Sometimes they would be pushing inside at the same time, some times they somewhat interrupted each other. If for some reason they matched it was for a few seconds. However that didn't take away at how good they were both feeling fucking Nasir. "I'll cum soon." Cody announce with a gasp.

Nasir just let both men use him as a vessel to express their desires. In turn Nasir was in a state of mind of raw pleasure. He had been this whole time and he didn't get tired of expressing that pleasure through moans. He had barely heard Cody, but he was not the only one getting closer. Nasir was as well.

"Go ahead. Peter said in a growl. He was not that far behind, but he was trying to hold it was much as he could because he wanted to do something to Nasir  that he almost did minutes ago. This time he just couldn't with Cody inside as well.

"Oh...I'm...close too." Nasir said in between harsh breaths. He was unsure how he had not fainted already, but he was sure there was no way he could walk after this.

Cody didn't know why he needed permission. He had filled Nasir so many times already and in a way he forced the situation and even seduced Nasir with his voice. However, for whatever reason hearing Peter's deep voice with the approval was all that he needed to start filling Nasir up again.

Nasir came shortly after him. Nothing came out of him, but the orgasm was the same, if not, stronger as he shook while both men kept on fucking him and Cody filling him with another load.

Peter groaned and groaned as he felt even more cum and slick around his cock. Seeing it was one thing, but feeling it was another. He was not far closer than before due to his husband's and Cody's actions. "Cody...pull out. I'm going to knot him." Peter said in a growl.

Nasir had heard his husband, but he was unable to process and understand what he had asked of the siren. Nasir was sure he now was closer to fainting now that he was before.. He was exhausted, yet full. Yet he was still moaning as he was fucked. His nervous system was fucked. They were just flashing red as pleasure kept being induced.

Cody took a second to pull out because of the other source of ecstasy that he had, but he didn't think twice. Not only he was respecting the command, but he didn't want his dick to be trapped or damage because of it. However, he was not going to lie that it was hot. He had never seen someone knot someone else. "Knot him." He said.

Nasir barely felt the difference between Cody not being inside of him due to how rough Peter was getting. He was not realizing that the reason why he was because of the space Peter now had due to the absence of Cody's cock. All that Nasir did was moan and keep on moaning.

Peter was being rough indeed, but only because Cody pulled out. Good that he did because it didn't take more than one minute for his face to change to his true form so his knot started to form and swell. Soon enough he was fully attached to his husband and Peter was moaning, growling and even howling as he knotted his mate.

Nasir's moans stopped at first when the knot formed. You would think it wouldn't hurt after all the fucking and stretching he had gone through. However, a knot was indeed bigger than both cocks and the attachements at first felt like they were pulling at the skin inside. However, as soon as the cum came with it as well as the experience from being knotted. That's when he started to moan again.

Peter didn't stop shaking and groaning until he stopped filling his mate for the last time. If he had not a small ballon his belly, he would not, but it didn't matter be he leaned down and kissed his husband to seal the end of this adventure.

[milesmolasses]

nah nah cuz HEAR ME OUTT, that lipstick kiss trend on tiktok with e42!miles and he would usually disagree but he loves when the reader kisses him so he gives in <3 (love your work, btw!!)

kisses for miles (e-42 miles x blk!reader)

— besos para él💋

— ⚠️: reader talkin crazy, use of military time, cursing

y/n: hey lol

mookie 💋: …yes u need sum?

y/n: can u come over please?

mookie 💋: what u tryna get into?

y/n: ur nasty 😒

mookie 💋: dgmt why am I coming over

y/n: baby pleaseeee just come over it’s a surprise

read 18:27

“nah I know he did not..” you said aloud. miles was always talking about not leaving him on read and now he wanna play games?

you swiped up on your phone, leaving the messages app to check Life360. he made sure to leave his location on at all times for you to find him, especially when he was in prowler duty. checking for miles location, you saw he was on the move to your direction.

rolling your eyes, you took a screenshot and sent it to him captioning it, “u coulda just said i’m omw.”

you rolled out of bed and put on some house slippers. before leaving your room, you threw your bonnet off and played around with your hair, putting the braids in a side part. walking to the living room, you heard a knock on the door; mind you, there was only ever one person who knocked on your door.

going straight for the door, you unlocked it so he could enter on his own. walking back to the living room of your house you yelled, “It’s open!”

you heard two clicks from the door, indicating to you that someone had opened and closed it.

“take off your shoe—!”

“I did.”

sitting crisscrossed on the couch, you looked behind you to the front door to find miles dropping his shoes off near the door. he walked over to you and grabbed you by both hands, pulling you up from the couch. still holding your hands in his, and your lips being mear inches apart he said in a low, deep voice, “so why you call me over here?”

you wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled before placing a soft kiss on his lips. “I can’t ask you to come over no more?” you asked, raising both your eyebrows with a small smile.

he reached for your back, tugging on your braids which lifted your head back and left your neck exposed to him. placing small kisses all over your neck, he smiled as he said between kisses, “of course you can esposa, but why so late is what i’m asking.”

“I wanna do something with you,” you said, pulling away from miles lips on your neck. plopping back down to the couch. miles joined you sitting down as you reached for your phone to pull up the video you wanted to show miles. once you found the video, you gave miles your phone and turned up the volume so he could hear it.

it was a video of a girl putting on lipstick, and “accidentally” smearing some of it under her lip. some random hand came and wiped the makeup off her face, and soon the camera panned to where the hand was coming from— a guy with lipstick stains all over his face and a dopey smile coming on screen.

miles re-watched the video again in silence, eyebrow furrowed to watch the video more intently.

“hell no—”

“but miles, please it’s gonna be so cute,” you pleaded grabbing his hand. you were slightly bouncing on the couch, your face decorated with a puppy dog pout. “you don’t even wear lipstick baby. so whatchu gon’ do?” he challenged.

“I can use lipglo—”

“hell no,” miles said again as he laughed. “that shit is sticky and a pain to get off. ion even like you kissing my lips with that on, let alone my face.”

“why don’t you ever wanna do cute couple stuff wimme?” you whined. miles pulled you onto his lap and kissed your lips again.

“what do you mean? we do cute couple shit all the time. I just don’t want gloss all on my face,” he reasoned as your head forehead came in contact with his chest.

miles remembered all the cute things you made him do with you as a couple; matching nails, the two of you baking, the cute arts and crafts you made him do with you— he remembered all of it.

if he was being honest, he enjoyed all the cute things you made him do with you. he would have never even thought of doing half the shit y’all did together, and now, he has a cute fungo pop that looks like you on his windowsill.

“think about how cute it will be; i’ll sit on your lap—just like i am now— and put kisses all over your face. that don’t sound like heaven to you?”

his hands gripped your waist as he slid them a bit under your shirt; he liked skin-to-skin contact with you. he looked at you with his head tilted to the side, like he was contemplating on whether or not to say yes. “aight, how bout this; show me how you’re gonna get that shit off my face when it’s over.”

you smiled as you scrambled off his lap to go to your room. going straight to your vanity, you opened the first drawer and pulled out a makeup bag with all of your supplies, as well as your micellar water and cotton pads. running quickly back to the living room, you found miles with his legs spread widely and his arms sprawled at the top of your couch.

“ew you look like a man,” you said as you approached the couch.

“you better talk to me nice ‘fore I get the hell up outta here—”

“ok ok i’m sorry!”

he smiled at your reaction as you placed yourself back on his lap facing him. placing the water down next to you, and opening the small pouch, you pulled out your red dior lip oil. “alright, so here’s what imma do; i’m gonna swatch some on my arm, and then i’m gonna show you how to take it off.”

opening the lip oil, you removed the wand and held up your arm. running the wand over your skin ripped a hole in your heart, feeling like this was such a waste of such a good product.

“what’s wrong ma?” miles asked as he saw the small pout on your face.

“i’m wasting my shit for this,” you whined looking pouty. miles raised your chin up to look at him and pecked your lips. “i’ll buy you another one ma, it’s all good,” he said.

whenever miles offered to buy you anything, you got a little shy and bashful, telling him he didn’t need to do that for you. however, he always does it anyway and tells you not to worry about it.

with a downturned smile, you averted your eyes from him and said a small, “okay.” turning back to what you were doing, you showed miles the two swatches of gloss on yours arm. picking up the bottle of micellar water, you told him that this is how you were going to take it off.

opening your box of cotton pads, you grabbed one and put some of the water on the pad. whipping off your arm, you showed him it was cleansed of the lip oil.

“see, good as new. that’s gonna be your face soon too,” you giggled. he grabbed your arm and felt where you whipped the oil off. it felt damp, but not sticky. he raised an eyebrow as if convinced and said,

“i’m still not letting you put that shit on my face mami.”

“Miles-uhh!” you said, dragging out his name.

“ay i’m kidding, relax! i’ll let you do your lil trend, aight?” he laughed as he slid his hands further up your shirt, hands caressing your back, and his face leaned into your chest.

“boy don’t play wimme,” you rolled your eyes and pulled his braids back, making him look at you.

“I am not the one.”

he smiled and leaned back into the couch.

“just put on the gloss and kiss me,” he laughed. you opened back up the lip oil and grabbed your phone. swiping left, you opened up the camera app and rubbed your lips with the wand. miles watched your lips intently as his grip on your waist tightened.

“don’t get too excited, i’m only kissing you.”

putting the want back in the tube, and your phone back on the couch, you grabbed miles face and started with a kiss on the cheek. then, a kiss on the chin. and then before you knew it, he had kiss marks all over his face.

you had to re-apply the gloss to your lips a few times, but when you saw miles entire face and neck smothered in remnants of you, you bit your lip and said, “you look sexy like this.”

“focus on the damn video mami,” said sounding annoyed. he obviously didn’t like the feeling of the gloss on his face because he was scrunching his face up every two seconds.

“what, you don’t like my kisses?” you said with a pretend pout.

“of course I do baby, but this feels so nasty on my face,” he said leaning his head back whining a little.

you grabbed your phone off the couch and told him to stop acting like a baby. going to tiktok and opening your favorite sounds, you clicked on the sound and started recording.

as you re-applied the lip gloss to your lips, you “accidentally” smudged the wand below your lips a little.

after miles reached and used his thumb to wipe the gloss off, you turned the camera to show miles with his head leaned back slightly, and kiss marks all over his face.

grabbing you by your neck, he pulled you in for a kiss just before the video ended. he gave you an opened mouth kiss which you happily returned before pulling back with a loopy smile.

“that wasn’t part of the video…” you said, still inches away from him lips.

“I know.”

— lol I got a lil lazy so I don’t really like his this turned out

— I don’t think miles likes ur lipgloss (*´-`)

— however, e-1610 probably would. he would eat this shit up🤭

[handsswritten]

mericcup month | week 3: fairy-tales

find this on spanish here! ¡toca acá para leerlo en español!

(A/N) english is not my first language and this was not proofread, also new at translating my writing.

strangers!mericcup, with a lil toothless appearance because, how could i not write him in? (no nsfw)

word count: 2,011

A loud bear roar echoed through the forest, loud enough to give me goose bumps and send several birds flying out of the trees.

“Gods.” I said to myself, shaking my head low.

Toothless is somewhere in this eternal forest and now it turns out there are bears. This is really the last thing I need right now. With any luck, that bear is as far away as heard and my very enthusiastic and curious dragon has nothing to do with him. Or her.

Thor, if it's a she I hope she doesn't have cubs.

“Toothless!...” I lengthened his name as I called him without raising my voice too much. The bastard should be able to hear me perfectly.

I don't even know what happened to him, he seemed to detect something in the distance and by the time I saw his ears straight up it was too late; he had run off, half flying and I lost him in the bushes.

I kicked a small rock, where are you, buddy?

My concern was put aside as I heard rapid footsteps, coming closer and closer to me. I turned, in the same direction as the roar. I squinted and in the distance I could see an... orange ball.

When it was close enough I distinguished that it was hair, and that it belonged to a woman. I stopped analyzing it when I noticed the three bears behind her and completely ignored something that appeared to be a blue light that disappeared when they passed through it.

I didn't know how to react.

But she did.

They were getting closer and closer and when she ran past me, grabbed my hand and practically dragged me away, it was like waking up.

I screamed loudly as we ran as fast as we could, I ended up dragging her and gulped for air when suddenly my feet caught on something and we fell.

One of those falls that you know it's going to hurt before you hit the ground.

I let out a groan and put my hand to my shoulder as I tried to catch the air that left my body after crashing backwards into what seemed to be the hardest rock in the world.

I opened my eyes, as I felt some dirt fall on my face and as I looked up I saw the three bears; standing on the edge of the huge pit. They stood there a bit longer, touching the surface with their paws but ended up choosing to leave.

“Damn it!”

Oh right, the girl. “Are you all right?” I got up after checking my prosthesis and making sure everything was in order.

“Damn you, little hideous freckled monsters!”

I looked at her quizzically; she was sitting on the floor, legs outstretched and staring at a fixed point. She didn't seem to really care about the situation, as if it was nothing more than a casual occurrence.

“Are you all right?”

Only then she seemed to notice my presence, looking up so she could see me, as I was standing next to her. She didn't answer me, the only sound in the cave was the sound of our heaving breaths.

I looked at her, this time with more attention and noticed that her dress was torn and stained in more than one part, my eyes passed many places before reaching hers.

Big and by the light coming through the giant hole, I distinguished the blue in them.

She stood up, pulling out a twig sticking out of his hair and approached me as he tossed it dismissively. “Who are you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Who are you? And what were you doing in the woods,” she grabbed her waist with both hands, “just walking around?”

I blinked, was he really interrogating me, with that accusatory tone?

“To be fair, I wasn't the one being chased by three bears.”

She seemed satisfied with my answer. “… Come.”

I looked at her incredulously, but followed her anyway. “This is all way too confusing. I have about a thousand questions—”

She covered my mouth with one hand, squelching a “What's your name?” as we both frowned; me at her and her at something she seemed to be seeing in the dark. Officially entering my top of strangest interactions.

A ray of sunlight hitting us where we were standing, illuminating our heads and half of her face.

Turquoise, his eyes are turquoise, I corrected myself. One has a slight hint of green around the pupil.

“Did you hear that?” She kept looking for something in the shadowy part of the cave, I admired her profile.

Small, pointed nose, full, slightly parted lips.

I pretended I was also looking for something in the dark when I felt the heat on my cheeks.

Soon after she decided it was nothing and we kept moving through the cave. Well, rather, she walked and did things while I followed her and asked her every question I could think of.

She would answer vaguely, something about her brothers' oats and that it was “a long story”. But when I wanted to know if she had seen a black dragon around, her interest rose incredibly.

Now she was the one asking, as I was looking for a way to make a ladder in the big wall that would lead us out of here.

“You must have something special,” I noticed she looked me up and down as I tried to make the wall more textured, more things to step on. “maybe it has to do with your dragon, and you don't look like any other boy I've ever seen.”

I tore off part of the vine, leaving a single prominent branch; hard and stable. “I'll take that as a compliment.”

This time, she didn't settle. “So where did you say you came from?”

I swallowed hard, picking up a rock from the ground to break a hole in the old wall. It doesn't tend to go over well to say I'm a Viking in unknown lands, more than once I've been thrown into a dungeon, accused of theft, attacked, among other things. I remembered when, once, they laughed in my face because I don't look, at all, like a typical Viking and I rolled my eyes mentally.

“From far, far away you might say.”

“Hmm,” She picked up another stone and started to do the same as me, but higher up. “And may I ask, why did you come from so far away?”

I am the son of a stubborn Viking chief, trying to prove that the inhabitants of other lands can be friendly, contrary to what we have been thinking since, well, the beginning of time.

“Can you tell me why so much interest?”

She shrugged. “Curiosity. Just like you, until just now.”

Touché.

We finished trying to make some sort of makeshift ladder and decided that we should be able to climb well by now.

“Ladies first.”

Taking her dress in both hands, she easily curtsied as she looked at me, sarcasm practically dripping from the expression on her face. “A lady wouldn't let a stranger see under her skirt.” She took that branch, giving it a little tug to make sure it would hold, and pushed herself up.

Never before in my life had I turned red so quickly. “No, not what I, I’d never mean—”

She looked down at me from above, over her shoulder, and let out a mocking laugh that sent the heat back up my neck. She seems to enjoy teasing me a little too much if you ask me.

When I had climbed high enough, I prepared to climb up myself as well.

I brought my right foot up, managing to get it into the makeshift crevice. I grabbed the branch, but stopped when I wanted to bring my left foot up. My very, very metallic left foot.

I wanted to be swallowed by a dragon, I had forgotten.

“Don't tell me you're afraid of heights,” She raised his voice from above.

I burst out laughing, I couldn't stand it. The irony was too comical.

If you only knew, you sassy redhead.

“No, but my prosthesis doesn't like climbing very much.”

She poked her head out, a huge bundle of curls making a cloud in the light coming through the hole and I simply stretched out my leg, pointing at her with both hands open. I could make out her curious eyes even though she was backlit.

I sighed, squeezing the branch tighter and resigned myself to a very difficult climb. After a humiliating amount of near-slips, I made it a little more than halfway up until I heard and felt movement above.

A scream, and then something lunged at her. Grunts, curses.

My whole body tensed and I scrambled up incredibly fast, ready for whatever was attacking her on the surface. Several pieces of the old wall popping out on the way up.

I leapt up instead of taking the last step and was met with the last thing I expected to see. I let out a huge gulp of air; Toothless was on top of her, running his tongue over her face and swatting at her as she laughed and squealed.

“I want to believe that this,” she was interrupted by another lick and I moved closer, “is the dragon you were talking about.”

“That's enough, Toothless, leave her alone.”

He didn't listen to me and this time he stuck his head as far as he could into the curve of the redhead's neck, making a loud noise as he inhaled. Why does he smell her? He's acting like when he finds something he's been looking for with effort.

“Toothless!” I made sure to sound sterner and his ears perked up, moving away from her completely.

I looked away as, still laughing, she wiped her dress all over the places where he had drooled on her. I took the opportunity to pounce on my dragon in an attempt to tackle him.

“Where were you, huh?” he dropped to the floor, with me on him “you think you can walk around by yourself? you're nothing but a whimsical” I scratched him in that place he likes on his neck “dragon baby!”

He looked even offended and I saw in his look that he was telling me “A twenty-one year old baby dragon” and I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, I'm twenty-one too but I'm not an immature—”

“Twenty-one?” I stopped scratching him, confused that I actually heard an answer and turned around, I had forgotten about her for a second. “I didn't think you were older than me.”

“Older?”

She nodded and I got off Toothless. “By how much?”

“Three years, almost two.”

I took my hands behind my back and walked around her, unable to keep from smiling. “So, I know you have siblings and you had a problem with them, their oatmeal and it's a long story. You're eighteen and about to turn nineteen, you seem to be half crazy considering you were chased by three bears and you were incredibly calm, but I still don't know your name.”

She almost laughs. “You wear weird armor, you have a dragon that's the last of its kind and I'm pretty sure you're a Viking despite not really looking like one. You're also kind of crazy for coming to explore these lands and, from what I saw, your prosthetic and "Toothless’" chair” She made the quotation marks “have similar mechanisms. I take the liberty of assuming you're either an inventor or know a thing or two.”

By Odin's beard.

After that we spent our time trying to guess each other's names as we walked around a bit. Merida, her name is Merida.

... I didn't guess it.

And I knew, it was literally impossible for her to guess mine, so I told her after a few failed attempts. She laughed so hard I thought she might die; it got worse when I said my middle name was Horrendous, and then said my full name, which almost killed her.

[papersparrows]

april 22, 2023

tw: mentions of domestic abuse

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After ng show ni Phum, tumambay muna kami sa isang café sa loob ng Town. Kasama ko HS best friend ko, and kumain lang kami kasi hinang-hina na ko that time dahil lahat ng kinain ko bago umalis ng bahay ay sin*ka ko lang din. Need din namin magchikahan, so that's what we did dahil fresh from breakup ang best friend ko. It was a fucked up situation so wala kaming pakialam kahit nag-iiyakan kami sa gitna ng café hahaha.

Nung lumabas na kami ng Town, nagbook kami ng Grab pero magkahiwalay kami kasi pupunta pa siyang Makati para magdinner with coworkers naman. Ako, need umuwi dahil nilalagnat pa at yung show lang naman pinunta ko. There was an older lady na nag-aabang din ng ride sa tabi namin, and she approached us to ask kung may taxi pa. Sabi namin di na namin nakikita talaga puro Grab na lang kasi mga sinasakyan, so napa-book din siya ng Grab. Dumating agad ride ng best friend ko, so naiwan na lang kami nung tita. She asked for my help dahil mahina signal para mag data, so I obliged. I helped her look for the right license plate rin kasi hindi na niya makita masyado. And then, she asked me if Catholic ako and I told her that I was. She then asked me if I could pray for her, if I could pray really hard... and then she started crying so I tried to comfort her. She told me na battered wife siya to a cheating husband, and that her kids are kind of blaming her for what's happening. "You are what you tolerate" pa nga daw, which I found to be extremely unfair. Nobody wants to tolerate these things. Hindi madali umalis sa ganong sitwasyon lalo na if malakas yung kontrol ng taong yun sa buhay mo. Sabi rin niya na her husband basically killed her on paper (always wrote "single" sa legal documents regarding properties and valuable possessions nila as a married couple) and apparently lawyer din pala asawa niya kaya nakakalusot. She said that if she left, she would have nothing. If she was left by him, and he's been gone for 3 days na daw, she would have nothing as well. It was clear to me that she needed to vent, so I let her. I don't think she was being allowed the space to talk about it at home with her family. She told me more details about her life, and even showed me a bruise she had on her forehead that she got from her husband. 😔 My ride arrived and I told her I had to leave, but I asked for her name so that I could contact her through fb and offer to listen to her troubles, offer possible legal advice because my family runs a law office as well, and just let her know that she has a friend and that I'm ready to help any way I can.

Here's the crazy part!

When I mentioned that we run a law office, she asked for my full name and where I was from, and then asked if I was related to Atty. *insert my dad's name* from UP Diliman daw. I was shocked!! Sabi ko sa kanya na dad ko yun, and she was equally surprised! She told me that she was a batchmate from when my dad studied there. I confirmed to her that that was my dad she was talking about, but had to deliver to her the news of his passing and that he was gone 2 years ago. I promised I would text her to check if she got home safe, and I rode my Grab. I had a hellish ride btw but pagod na kong ikwento because it was so bad!!! I was genuinely terrified and texting family members na. The driver was clueless, relied on me for directions despite me telling him di ko alam kung san niya kami dinadaan (he chose a route he NEVER went through just to avoid traffic), and then after a supposedly 40 min ride that stretched into nearly 3 hours, guards wouldn't let us in from where we passed through so he ended up having a full-on altercation with them. Siya pa yung nagalit sa ginawa niya and he was driving so recklessly due to anger. I ended up being way more sick that night when I got home because of the stress I felt like I was dying haha. I was legit ready to ask to be dropped off along the way na lang from being so scared but I couldn't because I felt so sick. Tiniis ko na lang.

Later that night, the tita replied to me and told me she got home safe and told me that I'm an angel sent her way. She told me her husband's full name din, which I took note of, and realized that my dad has mentioned this name before. Even my mom recognized him by name. But I don't think they really knew each other (my dad and that lady's lawyer husband) dahil not from the same vicinity naman kami but small world lang din ang lawyers they at least know almost everybody by name.

I just think it was such a wild coincidence like who would have thought we would cross paths? I know this is such a heavy topic, but I am completely not at all inside her world and her life, and I can't do anything she won't allow me to as a stranger she just crossed paths with. We do still talk to each other through messenger, kamustahan, just reminding her that she has a friend from afar. It makes me happy to know I can offer her some joy and friendship. Maybe my dad brought her and I together in that short moment. He does like to pull the strings from heaven after all, I've noticed.

[jaehyunhour]

sacred heart | mark lee

genre + idol → slow burn, angst, smut, college au, college!mark (x fem!reader), ft. slight johnny x reader

word count → 5.1k

warnings → mentions of sex, explicit language, alcohol consumption, college party, blasphemy, oral (m/receiving), unprotected sex (always wear a condom pls guys), sex in a church.  

summary → mark lee is warm ocean water and you are unrelenting cold air — together you are a hurricane.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing inside Sacred Heart this late on a Friday night?”

“Father Fitz hid a spare key in the birdhouse outside for me in case I ever felt like being with Christ.”

“You’re so holy, Mark.”

a/n → i’m trying a new style/format for my fics hehe, normally my fics are written in all lower case but this one is actually capitalized properly so~~ let me know if it makes any difference. also this fic is purely an act of self-indulgence because i go to a jesuit institution and think a lot about going to my college campus’s church with mark.

Mark lets out a frustrated sigh as he pulls his keys out from his pocket. It’s been a long day — he had a sociology midterm in the morning, left his meal card in his room so he couldn’t get cafeteria lunch, and broke a glass beaker in his Chemistry lab. All he wants to do is get back into his room, have a bowl of instant ramen, get into bed and sleep early. But as soon as the door swings open and he looks inside, he’s met with your beautiful yoga short clad ass laying in Johnny’s bed. His dick twitches in his pants at the sight and he lets out a sigh. You turn over to lay on your back, making eye contact with Mark as he stands stunned at the door.

To many, Mark Lee is just your typical Christ-loving Chemistry major Mama’s Boy. He has no real enemies, treating everyone as his equal and giving them the respect they deserve. He chose to attend a Jesuit institution despite his Christian upbringing because he wanted to “see another side of our Savior.” He is so painfully average to most, but to you he is everything. He is the most passionate, intelligent, and hard-working person you have ever met. His love for Christ shines in all of his relationships, he is kind and caring and thoughtful. He makes your heart skip a beat and your pussy clench.

You give Mark a smile as he takes in your entire figure — your cheeks are flushed pink, hickies littering your neck and your hair is a mess. You still haven’t come down from your post-sex high and Mark can tell.

“Mark! You’re here!” You say excitedly, jumping up off the bed to pull him into a hug. He doesn’t reciprocate, his hands staying still at his sides as you pull back, pushing his hair out of his face and fixing his glasses for him.

“You didn’t come to lab today,” Mark mumbles, pushing you off him as he heads over to his desk. The bedroom door slams behind him, making you jump, as you watch Mark grumpily dump his things out on his desk before slipping into bed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was going to come I swear, but I came over to get something from Johnny and then… I forgot,” you pause for a moment. “Do you have the lab?”

“Yeah, it’s in my notebook, I can send you pictures tomorrow. Where’s Johnny?”

“He went to go get food. I saw you left your meal card and I didn’t want you to eat ramen for dinner, so I had him go get fried chicken for us.” you sit on the edge of Mark’s bed, your hand reaching out to play with his hair. He relaxes into your touch and lets out a content sigh. Mark knows this is so wrong — you’re sleeping with his roommate, he’s heard you guys before, but he can’t help the overwhelming warmth that overtakes his body when you act like this with him. You care so much for him, and Mark wishes you would just get over Johnny and be with him.

“Bad day, baby?” you ask. Mark nods with a slight pout on his lips. His eyes are shut closed, unwilling to open them and stare at the love bites all over your neck and chest left by Johnny. He would rather live in blissful ignorance than face reality. You lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and just as you pull back, Johnny walks through the door holding your food.

“Honey, I’m hooooome,” Johnny says in a sing-song voice. You shoot up and out of Mark’s bed quickly, running over to Johnny and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sets the food down on the table in the middle of the room, placing his hands on the back of your thighs and lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and let out a giggle as he kisses you.

“Did you miss me?” Johnny asks, squeezing your thighs. You nod in response. “I bet you did, you dirty little wh—“

“— Can we just eat?”

During dinner, Johnny asks you to spend the night and Mark knows he isn’t going to be getting the rest that he deserves after the shit storm of a day he had. Every time you spend the night, you and Johnny talk late into the night, kissing and touching underneath the covers. It wouldn’t bother Mark if he could at least see you — see the look on your face as you cum undone on Johnny’s fingers, your teeth biting down on your fingers to try and keep the noise in — but he has to pretend he doesn’t know what’s happening. And tonight is no different. Mark stares at the wall of his room, back turned towards you and Johnny, and he listens as Johnny eats you out at 4 in the morning. He can hear the sloppy wet noises as Johnny’s fingers thrust in and out of your pussy, the sound of the bed shaking slightly as your entire body convulses when you cum, and the whimpers muffled by your fingers as you reach your high. Both his dick and his heart hurt as it all goes down, and Mark wonders if he’ll ever be the reason for your early morning muffled whines.

The following week, you get to lab before Mark does. You bought him his favorite sandwich from the cafeteria as an apology for not showing up to lab the week before, and did the pre-lab assignments for this lab and the next to take some weight off his shoulders. When Mark walks into lab just barely on time, and sees you sitting patiently at your assigned table, he can’t help the smile that forms on his face. Your heart begins beating faster at how happy Mark is to see you, and the butterflies in your stomach are flying rapidly. Mark wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans as he walks over to you, and you do the same underneath the table. He takes a seat, and before he can even get a word in, you’re already talking.

“I brought you your favorite sandwich,” you say, handing him the neatly wrapped sandwich. “And I already did the pre-lab today and for next week, so you don’t have to worry about it. I’m sorry again about last week!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mark says, shrugging his backpack off and placing it on the floor next to him. He unwraps the sandwich, quickly taking a big bite and letting out a satisfied groan at the first bite. “God, how did you know this is what I get?”

“Well, I actually didn’t know. I went to go get a sandwich for lunch today, and I was talking to Julio, the deli guy, and you know how I overshare… I told him you were upset at me for missing lab, and he handed me this sandwich and said ‘para tu amante’ and then I left.”

“What’s amante mean?”

“Lover,” you explain. Mark chokes on the sandwich and your eyes widen, as your hand instinctively moves to pat his back.

“Did you correct him?”

You shake your head no and Mark raises an eyebrow at you, continuing to eat the sandwich as you wait for your instructor to arrive and begin class. “Why would I?”

“Well, I just figured, you and Johnny—“

“— Johnny isn’t my boyfriend, he’s just a pretty boy to mess around with. Plus, you’re really the only one who knows that I’m involved with him.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, either,” Mark mumbles.

“But you’re more to me than Johnny is.”

Before Mark can respond, or even process what you’ve said, your professor walks through the lab doors and begins instructing you guys on your lab. Mark can’t focus very hard on the tasks in front of him, your words loud in his mind, so he lets you take the lead on the assignment. It’s the least you could do for abandoning him the week before.

The following week, Mark walks into his room after another long day half-expecting to see your yoga clad ass laying in Johnny’s bed yet again, but this time — your beautiful ass is laying in his bed. You’re half asleep already, trying so hard to stay awake as you wait for Mark to get home. You hold one of his plushies in your arms, snuggling close to it and Mark’s body relaxes at the sight.

“Where’s Johnny?” Mark asks, puncturing the comfortable silence. You jump awake at his words and sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and running your fingers through your hair.

“He had to go pull an all-nighter at the library for his Comp Sci midterm project, he left like 3 hours ago.” You explain. Mark knows that Johnny’s Comp Sci midterm project isn’t due for another two weeks, and he hates that Johnny lied to you just so he could go stick his dick in someone else after already having you. But Mark doesn’t have the heart to tell you he’s lying, he’s afraid he’ll never see you in his bed again if you stop seeing Johnny, so he plays along.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, because this is quite the view,” Mark begins, motioning to your half-naked body in his bed. “But why are you still here?”

“I wanted to see you,” you mumble, sinking back into his bed. You shift onto your side, and Mark slips into his bed, laying on his side to face you. Mark locks eyes with you, lips parted slightly and tongue poking out of his mouth to lick his lips.

You reach a hand out to play with his hair, an action all too familiar for Mark but his heart still races as if it was the first time. “How was your day, baby?”

Mark sighs at the pet name. “It was okay, I s’pose. It just felt so long, I couldn’t wait to get home and sleep.”

“Sorry, I should’ve just gone home when Johnny left, you would be asleep right now, but I missed your face.”

“That’s okay, I’m not complaining,” Mark responds. You twirl the ends of Mark’s hair between your fingers, tugging slightly to see if he’ll react but he doesn’t. He’s too busy memorizing every feature of your face, his eyes traveling from the part of your hair down to your neck and taking a mental photograph of what your neck looks like without Johnny’s markings all over it. You are so beautiful to him. “Hey, Y/N?” Mark asks, shattering the silence between you two. Your fingers stop moving as your eyes shift from the ends of his hair back to his face, locking eyes with him again.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nod.

“Have you ever thought about ending things with Johnny?”

“I have.”

“Why?”

“Sometimes I think about falling in love and I know I don’t want to be in love with him.”

“And have you ever… nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“No, no, it’s not stupid. Ask me,” you say.

“Have you ever… thought about me, like that?” Mark mumbles shyly, flopping down onto his back to avoid your gaze, but he can feel your eyes staring at him still.

“I’ve thought about you in a lot of different ways,” you admit. “Some are nice, and others, well…”

“Well?”

“Let’s just say, Father Fitz is getting real tired of hearing my voice at Sunday confession.”

“Oh,” Mark says quietly, his dick stirring at his pants at the thought of you thinking such unholy things about him that you feel the need to confess at Sunday confession. He knows you aren’t particularly religious, only choosing a Jesuit college because of the scholarship money, so it must be really dirty if you really do attend confession just to talk about him.

“Mark?” You ask. Mark shifts his body onto his side again, locking eyes with you for the final time that night. His eyes are wide and glossy, a direct mirror image of yours. “Can I kiss you?”

Before Mark can process the question, he’s nodding his head yes. The hand that was previously playing with Mark’s hair now rests on his cheek, and you lean down and capture his lips in yours. His lips taste like cherry chapstick and you smile into the kiss. Your hand leaves his cheek, trailing down to his stomach, slipping underneath his shirt as your fingernails scratch at his abs. He lets out a gasp and your tongue slips into his mouth, kissing him with more passion and fervor. Mark has never kissed anyone like this before and he’s a bit unsure of what to do, but his tongue meets yours and he follows your lead. Your hand trails down to the waistband of his underwear, but his hand shoots out quickly to stop you.

You pull away, concerned etched on your face, but before you can ask if he’s okay, he’s already speaking. “We shouldn’t,” Mark says. “Johnny might come back and see.”

“Right,” you say, nodding. You lay on your back on his bed, staring at the glow in the dark stars Mark has on his ceiling. “Did you stick those yourselves or did it come with the room when you moved in?”

“I put them myself, I really like stargazing but have never had anyone to go with, so I do this until I find someone special enough to go stargazing with.”

“Am I special to you, Mark?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go stargazing with you one day,” you say, cuddling into Mark’s side and closing your eyes. You yawn, and within minutes you’re knocked out. Mark waits to hear your quiet snores to know you’re fully asleep, before picking you up and putting you to sleep in Johnny’s bed. He knows Johnny won’t come home tonight, but just in case he does, he doesn’t want to have to explain why you were asleep in his bed, cuddling him.

“God, you drive me fucking crazy,” Mark says, tucking you into Johnny’s bed and pressing a kiss to your forehead, then jumping back into his bed and willing the tent in his pants to go away so he can sleep peacefully.

When Mark says you drive him fucking crazy, he means it. He’s so infatuated with you, it drives him up the wall. He can’t stand the way you and Johnny walk all over him — you guys act like a couple around him, he hears you fool around, but as soon as Johnny has gotten his nut in you’re in Mark’s bed, cuddling him and kissing him. He feels like he’s getting Johnny’s sloppy seconds, he’s playing the part of boyfriend that Johnny refuses to play.

But it’s such a comfortable role for him. He loves the way you kiss him when Johnny isn’t around. He loves the way you baby him outside of this tiny dorm room, the way you take care of him in lab and make sure he’s eating and getting the rest he needs to function. He loves the way people think you’re dating and the way you don’t correct them. He loves when you sneak out of Johnny’s bed once he knocks out, just to come tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight. He’s a masochist: he loves the pain and pleasure that comes with being in love with you.

Mark knows this isn’t sustainable. He knows this isn’t healthy but he doesn’t reach his breaking point until he decides to attend the end of semester Tri Delta party. After months of being in this game with you, the semester is finally over and he will have a month long break from you before you guys are ultimately stuck with each other again next semester in yet another chemistry lab. Mark isn’t one to party, preferring to stay indoors and binge watch whatever show he’s been trying to finish, but he hopes that he will run into you there, that you will finally kiss him in public and he will be more than just your dirty little secret. More than just his roommate’s casual fuck, his midnight kisser, his lab partner.

He walks into the sorority house and is immediately uncomfortable. The music is loud, lights are flashing, and he just wants to go back home and get into bed. But he refuses to leave until he sees you, has a few drinks at the very least, and kisses you once for someone to see. He doesn’t care if it’s Johnny, or if it’s one of the sorority girls, he just wants someone to see you and Mark together. In public. He’s spotted by one of your friends and she runs over to him and pulls him into a hug. He recognizes her from his Ethics lecture, and from the polaroid photo you have of her in your phone case.

“Mark! What are you doing here?” She asks, loud voice competing with the loud music in the house.

“I’m just trying to have a little fun, I s’pose,” Mark responds.

“You look like a fish out of water! Do you want a drink or anything?”

“I’ll probably have one later… Have you seen Y/N?”

“She’s here somewhere! Hey, what’s up with you two? Are you guys together or what?”

“Uh,” Mark pauses for a second, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “Something like that.”

“She’s always got these huge hickies all over her neck. You’re a dog, Mark! Have some fun tonight,” she pulls him into another quick hug and walks away.

Mark sighs, wiping the sweat from his forehead before traveling deeper into the party. He scans the living room carefully, looking for your small frame, but he doesn’t see you anywhere in there. He sees many different couples, kissing and touching and grinding in the middle of the living room to the beat of the song. He’s glad you’re not in there, with someone random, but he just prays that you aren’t upstairs inside someone’s room getting stuffed by someone who isn’t him. It should be him.

And his prayers are answered. He walks into the kitchen and sees you. You aren’t out in the living room dancing with someone random, you aren’t upstairs inside someone’s room getting stuffed by someone else. You’re sitting up on the kitchen counter, drink in hand, as Johnny stands between your legs with one of his arms wrapped around you. Johnny pulls you close to him, and you smile as your other arm wraps around his neck. There’s an uncomfortable tightness that builds in Mark’s chest as he sees you there with him. You’re not one for public affection, to tell people who you spend time with behind closed doors, and Mark can already feel the rumors of you and Johnny beginning to circulate.

You feel someone staring at you, and tear your gaze away from Johnny to the entrance to the kitchen. You see Mark standing there, in his tight jeans and a black button up, and your heart swells at the sight. He’s wearing contacts, a sight all too familiar for you, and his hair is styled back and you can see his forehead. He looks absolutely incredible. Without thinking, you push Johnny off of you and you smile brightly as you make your way over to Mark. Mark doesn’t return your smile, instead he turns around and walks straight out of the party. You stand stunned in the middle of the kitchen, smile dropping from your face. Johnny comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing his lips to your ears.

“Let’s go upstairs, honey,” Johnny asks, rutting his hips against your ass. Your heart hurts and you just want to see Mark.

“I-I’m gonna go, sorry Johnny, I’ll see you later. Maybe,” you say quietly, barely audible over the music. You shrug Johnny off your body, downing the rest of your drink and walking towards campus in search of Mark. The air is cold, it’s nearly midnight and the fog is settling low as you walk in no particular direction. You walk past all of the lecture halls, past the science building, wondering where Mark could be until you see the church in the distance.

You walk into the church using the side door and are met with Mark sitting in one of the pews in the middle of the church. You shrug your jacket off, placing it on the coatrack near the door and walk towards him slowly, your footsteps echoing in the empty church.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing inside Sacred Heart this late on a Friday night?’ you ask.

“Leave me alone,” Mark responds.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“Father Fitz hid a spare key in the birdhouse outside for me in case I ever felt like being with Christ.”

“You’re so holy, Mark.”

You stand in front of him in the pew, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slither into his lap. Mark’s arms instinctively wrap around your waist and he sighs, looking at your face. The moonlight shines through the stained glass windows, illuminating Mark’s face. His cheekbones sit high on his face, sitting prettily and one of your hands reaches for his face to trace all of his features. By now, Mark has taken his contacts out and is wearing his glasses again.

“Why do you have to hurt me?” Mark asks quietly.

Your breath gets caught in your chest at Mark’s sudden forwardness. He’s never been so forward or open with you about anything before and it leaves you shocked. Deep down, you knew what you were doing with Mark wasn’t right, but you didn’t think you were actually hurting him. Tears brim in your eyes as you think about a response, you knew you weren’t in any position to be crying, Mark is the one who’s being hurt. One of his hands wipes the tears from your eyes before returning back to your waist.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Then why can’t you just end things with Johnny? Do you know how much it fucking sucks to feel like I’m getting his sloppy seconds?”

“I’m sorry,” you say. You slink into Mark’s body, resting your head in the crook of his neck and willing the tears to go away. “I shouldn’t be crying, Mark, I’m sorry. You don’t deserve any of this, I’ll end things with Johnny. I promise.”

“Stop crying,” Mark says, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. “Don’t cry, c’mon, baby.”

You pull back, sniffling slightly while wiping the tears from your eyes and letting out a giggle. You hold Mark’s cheeks in your hands before leaning in and pecking him on the lips.

“What was that for?”

“That’s the first time you’ve ever called me baby. I like it,” you respond.

“Did Johnny ever ca—“

“— Never. I never let him.”

“Y/N, I really think I’m in love with you.”

“I know.”

“Do you lo—“

“— Yes. You’re special to me, Mark. You know that.”

“Can I kiss you?”

You nod, and in an instant his lips are on yours. He kisses you as if he’s been wanting to kiss you for his entire life, even though he had kissed you just two days ago in his bed. But this time it’s different, Johnny isn’t in the bed next to you. He knows he won’t hear you cum around Johnny’s fingers tonight, because you’ll be cumming around his. Tonight, you are his, and he’s going to treasure this moment.

Mark slips his tongue into your mouth, yours coming out to play with and tease his. Your hips grind down against his, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging slightly. He lets out a groan and tightly grips your hips, pulling you closer and pushing you down harder. A whine slips past your lips, muffled by his, and you can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear.

It isn’t until Mark pulls away, lips attaching to your neck and beginning to leave hickies that you realize where you are. The stained glass windows remind you that you are in a sacred place, Mark’s safe space, and you are actively sinning.

“M-Mark, we’re still in the church, let’s go back to yours,” you suggest. His hips buck up, his hard on begging to be released from the confines of his jeans.

“Don’t care,” Mark mumbles against the skin of your neck. “I won’t make it back to my room.”

You push Mark off of you slightly, and he looks concerned. He’s about to ask if you’re okay, when you sink down onto your knees in front of him. Mark pushes his pants and underwear down quickly, cock springing out and hitting his lower stomach. Your hand reaches out to touch him, and you spit on the tip, letting it dribble down the side of his cock.

“Oh my god,” Mark says with a whine. He can’t believe the sight in front of him: you on your knees for him in the middle of the church, hand wrapped around his dick pumping him slowly, and tongue kitten licking at the tip.

“Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain, Mark,” you say, before wrapping your lips around the tip entirely and taking him further in your mouth. You go as far down as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Mark throws his head back, his hands coming up to hold your head still as he thrusts into your mouth.

“F-fuck, you feel so fucking good. So so good, oh my God.”

Mark thrusts into your mouth slowly, memorizing the feeling of your wet hot mouth wrapped around his hard dick. You’re so good to him, and in this moment, Mark knows he doesn’t want anyone else to ever suck his dick. He looks down at you with his lip pulled between his teeth, you’ve pushed your pants down slightly and your hand is shoved inside of your panties rubbing at your clit. You whine around Mark’s dick, the feeling of your fingers rubbing quickly on your clit bringing you closer and closer to your high by the second. You’ve been waiting for the day you finally get to see Mark like this, and you can’t believe it’s finally happening. You pull back, Mark’s dick slipping out of your mouth, and your fingers move faster.

“Fuck, Mark, I’m gonna cum,” you whine.

“Let me see you cum, baby. Wanna see you get all messy for me.”

And with that, you let out a loud moan and cum in front of Mark. You clench around nothing, the emptiness frustrating, but you relax and slump onto Mark’s thigh as you come down from your high.

“Get up, baby,” Mark says. You nod, standing up as your legs tremble slightly. Mark pulls your pants and underwear the rest of the way down, helping you step out of it before pulling you back onto his lap. You grind against him, wet pussy covering his dick and bringing him so much pleasure.

“You know, when Father Fitz gave you the keys to the church to be with Christ, I don’t think this is what he meant, Mark.”

Mark pushes his cock into you, and lets out a groan at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him. You let out a sigh of his name, head coming to rest on his shoulder.

“Your pussy is God.”

Mark quickly begins thrusting up into you, fucking you with all of the pent up rage he’s been holding in from hearing you fool around with Johnny for the last few months, and you can’t help the moans that fall from your lips. Your hands rest on Mark’s shoulders, gripping tightly as he drills into you, your hips rolling forward to meet each of his thrusts. You let out a particularly loud moan of his name, head lolling onto his shoulder. You press a kiss to his neck, taking the skin into your mouth and between your teeth, leaving a beautiful purple mark on his neck as he moves his hips to thrust into you in a particular angle.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” Mark says, hips already beginning to fail in their rhythm as he gets closer and closer to his high.

“Mark, please cum inside me,” You say, one of your hands reaching for Mark’s hand, bringing it to your clit. His thumb rubs messily at your clit, bringing you closer to your own high. His eyes travel all over your body, taking in the sight in front of him. Your neck is covered in marks that he has left, your pussy is wrapped tightly around his dick, his fingers are rubbing at your clit, your hair is all over the place because of him, and you’re cumming around his dick saying his name. His. Not Johnny’s.

At the feeling of your pussy tightening around him, and the sound of you calling his name, Mark’s hips stutter and push his dick all the way into you. He cums in thick white ropes, filling you with his cum as his hands grip your hips tightly, whining as he says your name. You both sit there, breathing heavily as you try to come down from your high. Mark’s dick softens inside of you, and you smile at him as you try to regulate your breathing.

Your cheeks are flushed pink, hickies littering your neck, and your hair is a mess. Your post-sex look is nothing new to Mark, he’s seen it a million times, but this time it’s different. This time, you’re dazed and satisfied because of him. He feels his heart swell in his chest at the realization, and he brings you in for another soft kiss.

“Baby, we should probably leave the church,” you suggest.

“Probably,” Mark says. He leans over, still inside you, pulling your underwear and pants up off the floor to help you redress. You both whine softly when he pulls out, and he quickly slips your underwear on for you. His cum drips out of you, pooling in your underwear as you pull your pants back up. Mark redresses, holding your hand as he walks out of the church, locking it behind him and hiding the key back in the birdhouse.

He instinctively begins walking towards his dorm, but you pull him in the opposite direction.

“Y/N, I live on the other side of campus,” Mark says.

“I know,” you respond. “We’re going to the soccer field.”

“Why?”

“It’s the best spot on campus to look at the stars. I went earlier this week so I could take you there.”

“But it’s cold,” Mark whines. You roll your eyes, slipping your jacket off and placing it over his shoulders.

“There you go. C’mon, let’s go.”

[the-deeds-to-shibden]

Friday 17 July 1840

[up at] 6 1/4

[to bed at] 10 10/..

very fine morning – all packed while Ann finished dressing having been sewing yesterday and this morning for me – she and I took George and Adam at 8 1/4 to the bazaar – amusing assemblage crowd in the little bazaar of montagnards – some of the women afraid when we noticed (touched) their things – Ann returned in about 3/4 hour – I remained – home at 10 10/.. – bought cherries black and red small wild 6 or 8 pounds a great many (all the stalks picked off) for ./20 copper or rather Adam paid 26 paras – then bought 9 trout all gutted and cleaned ready for cooking – the man asked 1 abasse took 1/2 abasse therefore the price must still have been large enough to give up his master’s dinner   the merchant just behind us who had or probably could easily get as many more for 1/4 abasse – printed calicos and handkerchiefs to be sold – saw no silks – little trinkets small ear-rings, and round or ovalish silver hollow balls (bullae) set with glass-stones, womens neck ornaments – 2 working jewellers at work making rings much worn by the people men and women here – large square etc. tops set with glass rubies etc. Rock salt in large pieces from and looking as at Tiflis like spar (blue John or black Jack of Derbyshire) – some soap a few round balls and a few little oblong pieces like the Greek soap of Tiflis – a few little things – blue vitriol – henna – and I know not what – the cakes coarse wheaten and of Indian corn in the women’s baskets did not seem regularly for sale tho’ Adam bought one for 9 paras (he said 10 kopecks but 5 paras = 4 copper kopecks) aside (behind) the great bazaar street women with baskets of such cherries as I bought and little green apples – and one woman with 3 little white cheeses for which I gave 1 abasse – the man that came here the other day (was it not our jew or a friend of his) asked 1 abasse apiece for suchlike – 

a few horses and cows to sell – for a largeish grey horse (about 14 1/2 hands) for those parts the man asked 40/. silver – c’est à rire, said I, and walked off – my nice little about 13 1/2 hands chesnut 3 years old colt that I ride cost 21/. silver at Koutaïs where horses are dear – a little cow (all the cows here little) 15 abasse = 3/ silver – there were parcels of tobacco leaves to sell – 2 princes (I now know them from the rest) were sauntered /sauntering/ up and down the bazaar – dirty and ordinary as they seem to us, they looked when mingled with their serfs, high above them all – few marchés more interesting to us than that at Oni – I back at 10 10/.. breakfast and long over it, that is eating one and picking out 2 saucers full of black cherries from the rest which gave to the servants – from 1 to now 3 p.m. had written out the whole of yesterday and today thus far – dinner at 4 in 1/2 hour tea and cheese and bread and a few cherries and 2 trout and Ann had 6 and a boiled egg – better yesterday and today – her bowels seem right again – Reaumur 18° in the shade in our cool room at 4 p.m. and in the west window now at 4 40/.. in the sun Reaumur 31° and Fahrenheit 102° 

[written on] 20 July – Ann so long in being ready not off till 6 1/2 instead of 5 – no baggage thinking to be back tomorrow night – my little horse not to be found – rode George’s saying if my own was not at Oni this evening I should take a days pay from the Jew – in 25 minutes (at 6 55/..) cross wood bridge over the Garoula – our company was Ann and myself the Cossack George and Adam and a guide from here and the Mourave of Outséré where we sleep tonight – on crossing the Garoula the villages of Sāk-kă-ōō (Sakaou) left, and Zeglévi and Tchdrāvĭ right – at 7 1/4 top of hill plateau – beautiful view down Rion, and up (left) Lagomātă, Sākāŏ and Sakaoura river at bottom (of valley of Rion) smallish bushy Scotch fir, and spruce sides of hill mixed with the other wood – fine air but quite warm now at 7 35/.. maple everywhere and some ash – this should have been noted down before – should have been suffocated here at noon – charming valley de Rion – much corn, bearded wheat and barley and some oats – no Indian corn since near Oni and that irrigated – the Phase Rion as about as big here as the biggest Djedjora – medlars common – at 7 55/.. frail, shaking-under-us wood bridge over Rion deep and rapid and wide as Ouse at York – not quite – 1/2 way at this bridge and near village of Akiéti and soon dark – what a pity! at Outséré at 9 in the dark – our mourave got us a sâcle to ourselves 9 x 8 yards – a fire made (on our arrival) in the middle of it to greet us or said George to drive out the mosquitos – nothing in the place this large mud-floored room but a few boards diwan-wise large enough for Ann and myself to lie feet to feet – our people in the court – shut the door opening on to them and left the opposite one open – lay down at 10 10/.. I took nothing off – very fine day –

 Anne’s marginal notes:

Oni.

WYAS pages:  SH:7/ML/E/24/0155      SH:7/ML/E/24/0156

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Friday 17 July 1840

6 ¼

10 10/..

Oni .

very fine morning – all packed while A- finished dressing having been sewing yesterday and this morning for me – she and I and took George and Adam out at 8 ¼ to the bazaar – amusing assemblage crowd in the little bazaar of Montagnards – some of the women afraid when we noticed (touched) their things – A- returned in about ¾ hour – I remained – home at 10 10/.. – bought cherries black and red small wild 6 or 8lbs. a great many (all the stalks picked off) for ./20 copper or rather Adam paid 26 paras – then bought 9 trout all gutted and cleaned ready for cooking – the man asked 1ab. took 1/2ab. .:. the price must still have been large enough to give up his masters’ dinner the merchant just behind us who had or probably could easily get as many more for 1/4ab. – printed calicos and handkerchiefs to be sold – saw no silks – little trinkets small ear-rings, and round or ovalish silver hollow balls (bulla) set with glass-stones, womens neck ornaments – 2 working jewellers at work making rings much worn by the people men and women here – large square etc. tops set with glass rubies etc. Rock salt in large pieces from and looking as at Tiflis like spar (blue John or black Jack of Derbyshire) – some soap a few round balls and a few oblong pieces like Greek soap at Tiflis – a few little things – blue vitriol – henna – and I know not what – the cakes [?] wheaten and of Indian cord in the womens’ basket did not seem regularly for sale tho’ Adam bought one for 9 paras (he said 10 kopeks but 5 paras = 4 kop. cop.) aside (behind) the great bazaar street women with baskets of such cherries as I bought and little green apples – and one woman with 3 little white cheeses for which I gave 1ab. – the man that came here the other day (was it not our Jew or a friend of his) asked 1ab. a piece for such like – a few horses and cows to sell – for a largeish grey horse (about 14 ½ hands) for these parts the man asked 40/. silver – c’est à rien (said I) and walked off – my nice little about 13 ½ hands chesnut 3 years old colt that I ride cost 21/. silver at Koutaïs where horses are dear – a little cow (all the cows here little) 15ab. = 3/. silver – there were parcels of tobacco leaves to sell – 2 princes were sauntered [sauntering] up and down the bazaar (I now know them from the rest) dirty and ordinary as they seem to us, they looked (when mingled with their scarfs)high above them all – few marchés more interesting to us than that at Oni – I back at 10 10/.. breakfast and long over it, that is eating one and picking out 2 saucers full of black cherries from the rest which gave to the servants – from 1 to now 3p.m. had written out the whole of yesterday and today thus far – dinner at 4 in ½ hour tea and cheese and bread and a few cherries and 2 trout and A- had 6 and a boiled egg – better yesterday and today – her bowels seem right again – R18° in the shade in our cool room at 4 p.m. and in the west window now at 4 40/.. in the sun R31° and F102°   20 July    - A- so long in being ready not off till 6 ½ instead of 5 – no baggage thinking to be back tomorrow night – my little horse not to be found – rode Georges’ saying if my own was not at Oni this evening I should take a days’ pay from the Jew – in 25 minutes (at 6 55/..) cross wood bridge over the Garoula – our company was A- and myself the Cossack George and Adam and a guide from here and the Mourave of Outséré [Utsera] where we sleep tonight – on crossing the Graoula the villages of Sāk-kă-ō (Sakaou, left, and Zeglévi and Tchdrārĭ right) – at 7 ¼ top of hill plateau – beautiful view down Rion, and up (left) Lagomātă Sākāŏ and Skaoora river at bot[tom] (of valley of Rion) smallish bushy Scotch fir, and spruce sides of hill mixed with the other wood – fine air but quite warm now at 7 35/.. maple everywhere and some ash – this should have been noted down before – should have been suffocated here at noon – charming valley de Rion – much corn, bearded wheat

SH:7/ML/E/24/0156

Off from Outséré [Utsera]

and barley and some oats – no Indian corn since near Oni and that irrigated – the Phase Rion as about as big here as the biggest Djedjora – [medlars] common – at 7 55/.. frail, shaking-[?]-[?] wood bridge over Rion deep and rapid and wide as Ouse at York – not quite – ½ way at this bridge and near village of Akiéti [Nakieti] and soon dark – what a pity at Outséré [Utsera] at 9, in the dark – our mourave got us a sâcle to ourselves 9x8 yards – a fire made (on our arrival) in the middle of it [?] us or said George to drive out the mosquitos – nothing in the place this large mud-floored room but a few boards divan-wise large enough for A- and myself to lie feet to feet – our people in the court – shut the door opening on to them and left the opposite one open – lay down at 10 10/.. I took nothing off – very fine day -  

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Tu... torial? Pt. 5.

Final part of my tutorial! This is a little all over the place, because that’s how I am in this stage of editing. Also I didn’t proofread this...

Open this in dashboard for best view of the screenshots.

Disclaimer: I have no formal training for any kind of graphics stuff, I work in an office as a receptionist - I serve coffee for a living. I am absolutely self taught and while I consider myself pretty comfortable with photoshop, that doesn’t mean that there isn’t about a gazillion of other things that can be done that I have no idea about. There are people far superior than me in the Sims community. This is just how I do it, with techniques I have picked up through the years. Some things I go over in these will be pretty basic, some things a little more unorthodox. Disclaimer 2: My edits take time. This is what I do to relax, one edit takes several hours for me. Sometimes days :))) Disclaimer 3: My photoshop is in Swedish, which is my first language. I tried my best to find the English translations for every step that I do.

Tools used: The Sims 4, Adobe Photoshop 2020, One by Wacom Pen Tablet (very basic and unfancy).

It´s hair time baby! I very much enjoy drawing hair on sims. I make a new empty layer on top of my base Sim layer.

This is where having a drawing tablet makes a huge difference. We need the brush to be sensitive to pressure to get the effect of hair strands. I chose a hard brush, small small size (how small depends on the picture size of course, but I usually land somewhere 6-9 px)

I pick up a color from the hair, I usually starts with a medium light color.

I start by drawing strands around any tips of the hair so they don't look quite so solid. I do this part with both short and long hairs. Hot lazy tip: straight unlayered hairs is the absolute easiest. This is a layered hair so I start with the bottom and work my way up. I pick up different colors from the hair as I go along, to add dept.

Continuing up in the hair and add strands to the pointy bits.

When I feel like the pointy bits have been softened I select one of my hair brushes. I use these ones by Para Vine.

I start painting "around" the hair with one of the lighter colors picked up from the hair, changing the direction of the brush every once in a while for a more natural result.

After this the hair is looking a little fuzzy, so I'm going to go back with my small harder brush to fill these parts out.

I don't add a lot of them, just small bits here and there for filling.

This is a little overkill but... now we have some of that "squary" thing going on in the hair as well that are still showing through our painted layer. Now we could paint over these, but painting can actually be overdone and I wan't to keep the hair recognizeable because the creator put a lot of work into it! So I go into liquify and smooth over any wonky lines still showing, just slightly.

A comparison of before and after hair. Still recognizeable, but softer.

This is our result so far. We've come a long way, but we're not done.

At this point (or actually sometimes sooner) I add an adjustment Curves layer, this will not end up in the finished image, this is just to give me an idea of what the image might look like with more contrast (which we will add later). I keep this at the very top of the layer panel and turn this on and off as I go. Very important to have it turned off if we are going to eyedrop a color and use that to paint, since it would pick up the wrong hue if we have it turned on.

Now I still want the front of my sim to be a little darker to fit my lighting, but I don't want to go over with any more shadow. So I duplicate my Sim layer, and go to Layer -> Adjustments -> Curves. This will only change the active layer, as opposed to creating an adjustment layer down in the Layer panel that will change all layers below it. I drag the curve down a bit to make my new Sim layer darker.

I add a layer mask to my new Sim layer, and bucket fill it with black color so the new layer gets hidden.

I chose an absolutely HUGE soft brush, with medium opacity, and starts painting white on the areas where I want the new darker layer to be showing. And blend by going back with black where the line is to harsh.

Time to add some highlights. I create a new empty layer between my two Sim layers, and add a clipping mask by holding Alt and hovering on the line between the new layer and my bottom sim layer, until the little square with the arrow symbol comes up and then click. This will make whatever I do on my new highlight layer, only show up on the areas where the layer underneath is filled.

 Time to paint. I disable the curve adjustment layer for this. I choose a bright color, in this case a light pink because I didn't want a contrasting color for this picture. I go with a big soft brush around the edges where I want my highlight to hit. In this case, the arm, the hand, the arch of the back and the calf. I didn't add anything to the face in this picture because I didn't like the way it looked, but usually a little highlight to one of the cheeks is just *chef's kiss*

And somewhere around here I got really stuck and really struggled to follow with this tutorial. I felt the picture was lacking something and I tried several different things. I added light rays, tried creating different light sources, there was a moon at some point. But I ended up with just a simple additional gradient shadow down in the right corner (on a new layer down in the Background layer group). Life changing…

And then I didn't like the pink highlight on the skin (sigh, this is how I work, but it’s not recommended to be this indecisive) so I removed that and added a more beige-yellowee highlight instead. And forgot to take a picture after the highlight was added....

And now I go into nitpicking mode. I add a new empty layer on top of my Sim layer, I add it under the highlight layer so it automatically takes on the clipping mask of the Sim layer, I name it Clean-up Crew and go in to refine anything slightly wonky. Picking up colors with the eyedrop tool and going over flaws with a tiny brush.

When I fixed this little light area on the back of her head I left the Clean-up Crew layer and went to my Hair layer instead, because I still have that separate and it's above all the other layers.

I thought my sim was a little too far down in the picture so I moved her up by selecting my whole Sim layer group and the layer on which I have her ground shadow, chosing the move tool and pushing them up. This will move all the layers in the Sim layer group as well as the ground shadow layer equally.

I'm telling y'all, nitpicking mode could go on forever. Added more strands to the bangs.

Noticed a little pointy part on the calf, so I wen't into Liquify on the base Sim layer and smoothed that out. Since the highlight layer has a Clipping Mask corresponding to the Sim layer, the highlight stayed in place.

I duplicate my Sim layer group once more, and merge the layers within this group. So now the Hair, Highlight and Clean-up Crew is all merged onto the Sim layer. I hide the previous Sim groups.

With my new Sim layer selected, I go to Image -> Adjustments -> Hue/Saturation. I want to make my Sim a little less bright so it will match the background a bit better.

I drag down the Saturation and Brightness slider a bit until I like what I see. After this I save my whole image as a PNG-file because from now on I want to edit the whole picture but still want to keep this psd-file as it is for anxiety purposes. Important: I disable my curves layer before saving this as a picture, I don’t want that brought with me into the next steps because I will be adding new curves there.

I open my new saved PNG-file. I go to Filter -> Convert for Smart filters. This will allow us to go back and change any filters we add to this layer. I go to Filter -> Camera Raw Filter and for some reason this window opens up humongus. I start by dragging down the temperature. How much depends on the picture, usually more if it's nighttime.

I pull up the Whites a bit for a cleaner look.

Now I add a Curve Adjustment Layer. Now you can add Contrast in the Camera Raw Filter as well, but I prefer the curve layer because I like to control the different levels. This way I can make my darkest parts a little brighter, giving just a little washed out flair to it all.

I select my background layer again and go to Filter -> Noise -> Add Noise and choose a level that I think looks good. This just brings the picture together a bit more. Also vintage vibes :)))

I add my frame (because it´s my aestethic and I think it looks cool on tumblr) by resizing my workspace and adding a filled white layer underneath the background layer.

I resize my picture (Image -> Image Size) because we don't need it to be huge.

And they I just fine tune the Filters and Curves until the end of time :’)))

And that is that my friends! That’s the end of the tutorial! I hope you could follow somewheat and that someone found it useful. Thank you for reading and never be afraid of contacting me if you have any questions :) I’m very friendly.

[professormembranexreader]

Chubby! Membrane x Male! Reader (H&C with a smutty solution)

Includes: Ass eating, Rough sex, like ow, S&M like Rihanna sang about, More smut than requested oops

Membrane's POV

The kids were at school. I was off work...but (Y/N) wasn't.

I was alone. I was never the best when I was alone.

I walked alone through the house I had built. It started off as a three room building the size of a small cottage. But over the years I had expanded on it so much, I thought it fair to call it my work.

I was never a fan of mirrors. But I had a terrible habit of mirror-gazing. Especially in times where no one could stop me. I made my way to the mirror in the master bedroom. I looked at the mirror in front of me. Something is off. I didn't like it.

Maybe it's me...

I took off my shirt and looked once more. I pinched my belly. There was too much fat. I was fit, and I did have muscles, but the fat was the only thing you could see.

I poked my gut. Soft. Squishy. It should be the opposite of squishy. It should be hard and firm. Not squishy.

I didn't hear the door open.

Someone, presumably (Y/N), wrapped his arms around mine. My suspicions were confirmed when he sighed and pressed his head into my back.

"Honey, what are you doing?" he asked.

"I don't..." I trailed off trying to find the right words. "I-"

He pulled my mechanical arms away from my belly, putting his own above it. "I think you do know what you're doing."

I couldn't see him, but I knew he was staring at me through the mirror. I looked down, to the left. I couldn't look at myself.

"So what was it?"

I struggled to find the words that explained my actions. My mouth went dry and my hands would have been clamming up if they were flesh.

"Pero, es muy difícil para mi explicar pues no encuentra las palabras."

"Intenta. For me. And preferably in English."

I sighed and chuckled at my boyfriend. He always cared about me, maybe a bit too much.

"I...was looking in the mirror."

"Mhmm, and?"

"I was... por el amor de Dios... I was looking at myself."

"And how were you feeling?"

"..."

"Answer me, Professor." Oh no. (Y/N) only called me by my legal first name when they were being serious. Or horny, but I doubt that was the case right now.

"... Bad." I mumbled.

(Y/N) unwrapped his arms and walked between me and the mirror. He led me to the bed and motioned for me to sit down. Upon doing so, he sat on my lap. Maybe he was horny.

He put one arm around my neck—to keep himself steady, perhaps. The other rested on my gut.

His hand followed my stretch marks until they stopped. After that he went to the center of my stomach and started rubbing my belly.

He laid his head on my chest as he did so, giving me the perfect opportunity to stroke his hair.

And he stroked my dick.

My face turned beet red. Did he just?

"Did you just?"

"Mmhmm," (Y/N) said nonchalantly. Like he hadn't just stroked my dick.

"Why?"

He sat back up and put his other arm around my neck.

"Well, I figured," he paused. He made sure to grind on my cock as he talked to me. "what's the one thing that takes your mind off everything?"

"And it came to me! Sex!"

I couldn't help but smile. He looked so proud of himself.

"Oh really, mi luz?" I smiled.

He pouted. "Yes! And if you don't want to, you better help me think of something else to take your mind off of this."

"No, no. Not necessary. I want to." I leaned back into the bed. "Let's test your hypothesis."

I tackled him onto the bed. He looked adorable. He got into a downward dog position, waving his ass in my face.

I smirked and got out my rubber gloves. I put them on my mechanical arms, snapping them as they were fully on.

I got out a dental dam from the stash in my drawer. Spreading some lube on (Y/N)'s ass, I lightly pressed the dam against his skin. I pressed my tongue against the material, gently holding the dam in place, before slowly pressing inside.

I heard a fist slam down on the mattress, and I smiled. It was almost too easy. I pressed my tongue further in. When I couldn't go any more, I started to rotate my tongue along the sides of his asshole.

I heard his cries of pleasure muffled by the bedsheets. I pulled my tongue in and out and circled the rim.

"God, Professor! How are you so good at this?" he moaned out. I said nothing, merely sticking my tongue back in and humming against the dam.

"Professor~" My only response was a hard slap on his left cheek. The routine with my tongue continued for a few minutes.

"Professor, if you keep goINGG," apparently I reached a very sensitive spot, "our time for this may be over sooner than expected~"

I took that as my cue to stop. At least with that. I took off the gloves, got onto the bed beside him, and laid down.

"Ahora para el actividad principal. Whenever you're ready, mi luz."

I laid there with my mechanical arms behind my head. Waiting for (Y/N) to make quick work of the zipper on my pants. The tent in my boxers was... visible. Very visible. As he pulled down the waist band, I groaned.

"Oooooh! Does someone like that?" he giggled.

"Shut it." I mumbled.

"Or what?"

"Shut it before I take your ass and destroy it."

"Kinky! But alright...Professor~"

He moved my waistband down far enough to free my cock. And with that, I moved my hands out from behind me and placed them on (Y/N)'s hips. I opened my eyes more to see him right in front of me.

He poised above me. He looked eager. In that moment, I decided that it should hurt. He's a masochist after all. He'd like it. And besides...

His ass needed a good thrashing.

I guided him slowly until the tip was in. But then, I slammed his hips down onto my body. The moan he made was immaculate.

"God, Miguel, warm me next time! The neighbors might hear-"

"But that takes the fun out of it for both of us! And besides, I want them to hear." I smirked. He was considering it.

"Want me to be loud?" And gotcha. Hook, line, and sinker. I nodded.

"As loud as you wanna be."

"Don't test me like that," he said. "Really?"

I merely nodded. He looked so giddy. It was adorable.

"Ready?" (Y/N) nodded.

I slowly lifted him off of my groin, to which he bit his lip. Once it was back to the tip being the only part in, I slammed him down once more.

We repeated the process, slowly at first, and soon it became faster and faster. And his moans got louder and louder. The faces he was making were precious. I couldn't help but bite my lip.

Somewhere along the way, it became less of passionate fucking and just fucking. I was rapidly slamming him down on my cock. It was no longer for love—it was for release.

And release was almost there.

"Professor! I'm-"

"Yo sé; y yo... a bit longer..." I grunted out, pushing up into him.

I was about to bust. I bit my lip and my hands dug deeper into (Y/N)'s ass and thighs. "Ready?" I groaned. He vigorously nodded.

"3." The searing pleasure was getting to me.

"2." (Y/N)'s face was absolutely beautiful. If I could save that moment forever I would.

"1."

"PROFESSOR!" (Y/N) screamed as we both came. I ended up with his all over my chest.

I lifted him up off my dick and let him replace my spot on the bed. I'd have to change the sheets anyways, but it could wait. I wiped myself off and went back to (Y/N).

I picked him up and, once I sat down, pulled him on top of me. He grazed his hands across my chest. He was speaking, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Soon after, I heard quiet snoring. I smiled. "I love you too, mi luz." I closed my eyes and leaned further into the pillows.

BONUS:

Outside POV

Dib and Gaz walked into the entry room of the house.

"Dads! We're home!" Gaz shouted. They waited.

"No one came," said Dib, slinging his backpack on the floor.

"Maybe they're busy?" Gaz spoke.

"Pfft, with what?"

As if on cue, a muffled "PROFESSOR!" was heard from the room they were in.

"I think someone came after all," Gaz smirked raising an eyebrow.

Dib realized in utter horror what she meant.

"Oh no..."

[still-a-morosexual-help]

OBEY ME! LESSON 55 DETAILED SUMMARY AND DISCUSSION/THEORIES

*I wrote this days after the lesson was first posted and never bothered to go back and edit it so meaning there will be me theorizing about the next lesson as well

*I write a small para for each chapter and I write it immediately after finishing that chapter so there’ll be theorizing about the next chapter too

*I swear more than usual here

*Some of the dialogue is heavily plagiarized and a few is lifted directly from the story, the game is to figure which is which.

*Summaries and Discussions/theories for all the other lessons can be found on this blog under #obey me spoilers or #my theories or #my headcanons

OKAY! So first off the background for this is absolutely gorgeous and shows a real demon. You know the kind you’d imagine an actual demon to look like and everything’s dark (black, grey, brown) there’s a castle on a mountain like area with a narrow suspended pathway leading to it, there are crows flying around and a person in a robe pointing what looks like a lit wand at a snarling attacking demon, there are skulls and what looks like weapons on the ground and my favourite part: a person in a long robe, kneeling on the ground, covering the top of their face with their hands and wailing to the sky. It’s all tailor made to my taste and I love it! There’s one locked lesson.

It’s breakfast time and Asmo & Beel are heading to an all you can eat global sweet sampler, MC questions it and Asmo says you can get desserts from all over the world there and Asmo’s hoping to live stream it. Asmo invites MC but Mammon interjects asking them to come see “cute horsies” with him. “’Horsies.’ He’s so pretentious. Shut up, it’s the fucking horse race. ‘Horsies.’” Says Levi. Levi invites MC to a real life TSL themed escape room (that sounds really fun tbh), Satan invites them to come watch the sci-fi movie they were talking about, in their home theatre. (he’s actually watched it 3 times already but he read online theories about it and now he wants to see if he can catch the basis for those theories in the movie). They all start arguing about it (except Beel who’s just eating) when MC gets a text from Diavolo congratulating them on their 5th star and wishing them luck for the other 2 and inviting them to an amusement park date. Everyone – MC included – is kind of baffled by the one on one date with Diavolo. They ask any of the others if they want to tag along but they all refuse but Beel asks if MC can take Belphie along since he hasn’t really left the house in a while and Beel’s worried. MC texts asking if they can bring Belphie along too and Diavolo says the more the merrier and I just know this is gonna end in disaster like did Belphie ever even resolve all the problems he had with Diavolo back in S1?

Beel drags Asmo along to wake Belphie up because a.) he doesn’t want Asmo to leave to the sweets thing without him b.) they need all the help they can get to wake him up. MC suggests using force and Asmo happily volunteers to grab Belphie, turn him over and drop him on the ground, Beel says they can’t do this to poor Belphie cause Beel’s a sweetheart, and says the most force he’ll allow them to use is by tickling Belphie, which Asmo then does. It doesn’t work so Asmo says if they’re gonna use force they should do something like this right before he screams “ASMO DIIIIIIVE!!!” and jumps on top of Belphie as Beel protests and I love that despite what you’d assume from his aesthetic and despite what Asmo would like you to believe he’s a lot more rough and tumble and violent (I just really love the sweet with hidden edges trope as much as I love the jerk with a gooey centre trope). Belphie says ow and Asmo brightly and sweetly cheers that he woke up as if just seconds ago he hadn’t used a wrestling move on his sleeping baby brother. Beel says that though Belphie’s body is awake his mind isn’t (relatable), Beel fixes Belphie’s bedhead and Asmo complains that Belphie’s a stereotypical spoilt brat youngest child and says that Diavolo obviously would’ve wanted a one on one day with MC. Beel says he knows and it’s another reason he wanted Belphie to go. Asmo agrees saying that after everything if MC chooses their boss over any one of the seven guys MC actually lives with it’d feel wrong. Asmo tells Belphie to keep an eye on them and not let it turn into a “whirlwind romance”, Belphie just asks for his pillow and Asmo’s upset cause he doesn’t feel confident about the plan now. Poor Diavolo being constantly cockblocked

On the way Belphie complains about being forced to do this when his schedule is just as busy but MC says all he does is sleep and he says because naps are important to him and he takes them seriously. He wishes he could go back home and asks why of all the demons he had to be stuck with Diavolo (so guess those issues are still around good to know). MC asks if he still dislikes Diavolo cause of his fondness for humans and Belphie says he’s fully gotten over that whole human genocide phase which is great to have confirmed. They ask why he dislikes Diavolo – lots of reasons. He always thinks he’s right and expects to get his way about anything and everything and never listens to anyone’s opinions. He hadn’t bothered to listen to Belphie back when the exchange program had been proposed and Belphie was against it (and I mean to be fair back then Belphie was 100% okay with killing the entire human race for no reason other than the fact that he blamed them for Lilith’s death when really they had nothing to do with it and it was definitely the angels’ fault. I mean I don’t think I would have listened to him either and he really does have the spoilt youngest kid personality. I think out of all the brother’s Belphie’s the one who has the fondest memories of the Celestial Realm – probably helped by the fact that Lilith was still alive then – which is why he never blamed them for what happened and instead directed all his anger at the humans) Lucifer hadn’t let Belphie plead his case (what case Belphie!? That all humans should die!?) and that Diavolo’s surrounded by demons like Barbatos and Lucifer who shield him from criticism (and yeah I agree that this is true and that it’s a bad thing but Lucifer wasn’t shielding Diavolo from criticism when he refused to let Belphie plead his case, he was protecting Belphie cause if Diavolo found out Belphie wanted to kill humans he would have thrown him in jail like he did back at the end of S1 and MC you dumb fuck can you pls tell all this to Belphie) and that Diavolo doesn’t understand that he’s been saved from criticism and Belphie hates that about him and he shudders at the thought of spending the day with Diavolo. On the way they run into Simeon and tell him where they’re going, he says Luke’s been wanting to go there since he saw a ad for it and MC says they could take Luke along with them but he says Luke’s at a cooking class today but that he’d probably love to hear about it when he gets back. Simeon then takes off saying he has a meeting. Belphie goes to call after Simeon to tell him something and catches a glimpse of the person Simeon was supposed to meet. He’s surprised and says “Is that…” and when MC asks what’s wrong he said he must have just imagined it and that the person Simeon was meeting just looked really familiar and HOLY SHITTTTTTT GUYSSS rfhiefjoSJKWDLDADJSJ was I right are we really gonna get to see angels???? That’s the only explanation, right? It would have had to be Michael or even Raphael and there’s only a few lessons left and this and the next lesson are probably gonna focus on Diavolo and Belphie’s relationship and following the patter MC should get their 6th star next lesson, then the two lessons after that will be their final exam for the 7th star and then the last two lessons will focus on saying goodbye as the brothers go back to the Devildom and all that’s gonna have a lot going on but if they’re teasing the angels being here now could they manage to slip them in or will that be too much? I mean they’ll be introducing a whole new (or two whole new) character(s) and ahhh I’m rambling but pls I need the tension and angst between them and the brothers ok I’m done.

When they get there Belphie complains about how crowded it is and MC tries to look for Diavolo to which Belphie points to a group of fangirls surrounding Diavolo. Diavolo answers them sweetly and one of them says he’s even better looking irl and another shyly asks if he wants to walk around with them. Belphie cuts that short by barging in and asking Diavolo what’s going on, Diavolo happily greets Diavolo and one of the girls realises that Belphie called Diavolo ‘lord’. Diavolo apologises to them and said he’s already made plans with friends (and ugh he’s so sweet I love him just wanna give him a big hug I bet he gives great hugs), the girls are very understanding and sweet about it and they leave. Belphie’s a lil shit and says “Aww, too bad, Lord Diavolo. I’d hate to interrupt just as they were hitting on you…” and Diavolo laughs it off saying it wasn’t like that (and can Diavolo not understand sarcasm or does he just ignore it? Both seem highly likely) Belphie disagrees and says they were clearly hitting on him and Diavolo changes the subject and says he can’t believe Belphie actually came, MC explains why and Diavolo says it’s understandable that Beel was worried after Belphie hadn’t left the house in a week (Me, who hasn’t left the house in almost a year: :’) ) Belphie says he knows Diavolo wanted a date with MC but too bad cause now Belphie’s gonna third wheel them. Diavolo tells Belphie not to be ridiculous and that he’s happy that Belphie came (and the thing is other than a small twinge of disappointment this is probably the truth). Belphie says that it probably won’t be a good idea to go around calling him “Lord” Diavolo given the way the girls reacted, Diavolo says he can just call him by his name since he wouldn’t mind but Belphie says he himself would mind and anyway if Lucifer or Barbatos found out Belphie wasn’t using his proper title they’d kill him. So Belphie suggests a nickname which Diavolo’s really happy about and MC suggests DD (they can also suggest John or Cap’n), Diavolo adores it and asks them to call him it all the time hereafter (I want to give him a hug so badly). Diavolo then happily and with lots of exclamation points goes on to say that it’s time to let their hair down and that Barbatos had made minute to minute schedule for them to follow so that they could enjoy the park to the fullest and Belphie says he wants to go home

Diavolo keeps unsuccessfully trying to get Belphie to wear a themed headband and take a group photo, saying he also wants to wear the headband on a boat ride and the ferris wheel. Diavolo gives MC sad puppy dog eyes (which I’m sure he uses successfully on Lucifer regularly, but that don’t affect Barbatos at all) and MC can’t refuse, asking Belphie if there’s anything that’ll get him to change his mind. He says no but he’s not stopping the others from doing it, Diavolo says since they’re here as a group they all should do it, Belphie snaps saying he doesn’t like how Diavolo’s using MC as a tool to bend Belphie to his will and he says he’s going home. Diavolo tries to stop him but he marches off and Diavolo drags MC off to chase after Belphie. Diavolo grabs Belphie by the arm outside the park and begs for a chance to apologize, Belphie denies it and tries to free his arm. Diavolo refuses to let him go saying he should have listened to and considered Belphie’s opinions now as well as in the past, Belphie’s shocked and MC asks Belphie to just hear Diavolo out. He agrees but tells them not to have any expectations of what this’ll accomplish.

Belphie says he doesn’t want to wear the headband or take pics and that he’s only gonna ride what he wants to, Diavolo agrees with all that. He asks if Belphie will stay with them and Belphie agrees and Diavolo is just so brightly stupidly happy and I can completely understand how he was able to make Lucifer question his entire world view. Diavolo’s so happy he starts waving Belphie’s arm around unconsciously and then asks Belphie what rides he wants to go on as they make their way back inside, Belphie doesn’t answer instead he’s blushing and annoyed and asks Diavolo to let go of his hand. Belphie wants to ride ‘The Twisting Freefall of Death II’, MC & Diavolo would like to not freefall to their death thank you very much. Belphie quotes the ride as being, “the single most terrifying experience in the world where you’ll scream for mercy and receive none” Diavolo says, “Did you say scream for mercy…” Belphie happily agrees. Diavolo turns to his last hope, MC, and asks how they feel about this. I like to imagine that even MC has a line where their lacking self-preservation will kick in. Belphie just smiles saying it won’t actually kill them (this would have been more reassuring coming from someone who didn’t once murder MC but whatever.) They can also ask Diavolo how feels about it. After the ride Belphie’s cackling loudly and gushing about how great it was. He’s especially happy about the look on Diavolo’s face during the ride, saying he’s never seen it before (probably the look of a demon praying to God for mercy). MC can say that Belphie seemed to be having a lot of fun, cheer how the ride was the best or say they thought they were going to die. For the 3rd option Belphie very cheerfully says MC’s alive and ok. Belphie asks Diavolo how it was only to realise Diavolo’s missing. He fell off the ride at its highest peak. He’s dead.

They’ve tried texting Diavolo but he doesn’t read them. Belphie wonders what kind of person actually gets lost in an amusement park unless they’re 5. Then he says “…is that what it is? Is he actually 5 yrs old?” He remembers that mammon got lost in a park once too and says the only thing the two of them have in common is that they’re both basically children, They then run into my favourite character in the entire game – the butcher (is2g this man needs to become a recurring side character) who is here with his wife and daughter. He asks them if the rest of the harem is here too and Belphie lets him know that unfortunately they’re here with a new inductee who got lost. The butcher offers to help and asks for a description. MC says he’s the owner of the corvo hotel chain and the butcher wonders who the fuck are these people in the first place to know someone like that and then because the butcher’s the sweetest person alive he too starts worrying about diavolo, scared that he might have gotten kidnapped. Belphie says “there’s no one in the human world oh shit I mean THE WORLD. THE NORMAL WORLD ALL US HUMANS - BECAUSE WE ALL ARE HUMANS - LIVE IN” the butcher now probably used to how weird this cult is (because they definitely are a satanic cult with their extremely obvious demon names, how weird and unused to normal life they are, 7 of them being obviously infatuated by the eighth one but the butcher’s not gonna bring this up cause with the amount of meat they buy from him he could keep his family afloat for years AND pay for his daughters college tuition) ignores this and says he hasn’t seen Diavolo but advices them to check the information desk and ask them to page Diavolo over the loudspeakers. They thank him and Belphie promises to stop by with Beel later, the butcher says he’ll see him then and tells them to take care (I love this man). Barbatos text MC asking how they’re doing and which itinerary of his they’re following cause yes apparently he made more than one and telling them he trusts them to take care of diavolo (and I can’t believe it took me this long to realise Barbatos is a helicopter parent). MC leaves him on read. Lucifer then texts them saying Satan told him where they’d gone and telling them that since the two of them are with Diavolo he assumes he’s okay but just to clarify make sure nothing happens to Diavolo. MC leaves him on read. Belphie says that Barbatos and Lucifer are way too overprotective. Barbatos and MC then realise how fucked they are if either of them find out that they’ve lost diavolo and so decide to skip the whole loudspeaker thing.

They can decide if they want to check by the lake, the ferris wheel or the last ride they went in. He’s not at the lake and they choose to take a boat across the lake to get to the ferris wheel cause it’s faster than going around it. Belphie actually enjoys the boat ride and asks if the two of them can just enjoy themselves together for a bit instead of looking for Diavolo, MC says “I’m worried about Diavolo also can you not remember how fucked we are if we don’t find him”. Belphie gets jealous that MC seems to care more about Diavolo than him (they’re just been practical! If the roles were reversed they’d have shut Diavolo down to look for you!) and says that even they have a real soft spot for Diavolo (He’s like a giant golden retriever!!).  There’s an announcement over the loudspeaker for MC and ‘Snoozy’ saying that DD’s waiting for them at the info desk. Belphie’s not happy about ‘snoozy’ (understandable)