#* ˚ ✦ moonlight in her eyes . — mona .

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tag dump .

[minhosimthings]

Cherries

Symphony Smut Series Day 8: Lana del Rey's Cherries

Lyric: My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme, and all my black peaches are ruined

Pairings: Heeseung × fem!reader, strangers to friends to eventual lovers

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, sub!reader, dom!Heeseung, corruption kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), reader wears a dress, overstimulation, heeseung had a big dic, size kink, swearing, sorts of fluff too

A/N: GASP? TWO CORRUPTION KINK FICS? scandalous, Mona. but I just had to, cause apparently y'all like corruption a bit too much so have it ya beautiful people.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Going to a college graduation party with a stranger you had met at the grocery store two weeks ago didn't exactly seem like the most perfect plan, but it was the only one you had.

But Heeseung somehow managed to make you feel better about it.

You had met him at your local grocery store, when he was taking the last blackberry pie. You coldly stalked off somewhere else, trying to find something to fullfill your sweet tooth, when the cute purple haired guy walked up to you shyly and handed you the pie.

"You were glaring daggers at me, so here you go." You remembered him saying, as he took a piece of Oreo cake from the shelf behind you.

One encounter led to the other and you and Heeseung somehow managed to bond over assignments, dumb teachers, and not being able to find dates for the end-of-semester party.

And as a chain reaction does, you miraculously got him to be your date for the party, which you really didn't have an appetite for.

He was a handsome man you had to admit, with the prettiest eyes and lips you could stare at and fullfill your hunger, how you wished to kiss those lips.

“oh, wow. you’re so beautiful.” Heeseung's eyes widen at the sight of you, your figure clad tightly in that little black dress, the fabric hugging your curves perfectly, providing him with a feast to his eyes.

"Please, you look better than me." You scoffed, looking at him in his jeans and white shirt, which was open at the top, exposing his neck. He was an actual meal, as your roommate would say.

The party was lame, lamer than any party you had ever been. And that was something to say, considering you had attended Jay's book party last year.

But it had turned better as the seconds ticked by, and now, you were laying naked on Heeseung's bed, as he leant over you, ghosting his lips against yours.

He was gorgeous, his hair falling slightly onto his face which was illuminated just right by the moonlight falling through the window.

"Do you want me to do this, princess?" Heeseung leaned back to look at you properly, his hands on your hips, his eyes almost filled with pity, "I won't do it if you don't feel comfortable."

It was almost pathetic to admit to Heeseung that you, a woman in her early twenties, had never fucked anyone. But he was more sympathetic than you had expected him to be, very philosophically explaining to you how 'virginity didn't deter a person's life', which made you laugh.

But then again, here you were, telling Heeseung to fuck you, so that you know what it feels like before you turn 21.

Your hands are on Heeseung's hips, fingers almost digging into the waistband of his jeans. You’re aware of the room's coolness and how the moonlight flickers on the side of Heeseung’s face, casting shadows of his features. He leans in to kiss you, his lips careful when they press themselves to yours. His hands are still holding your face like he’s afraid you’ll break or, worse, disappear. You kiss back fervently, not wanting to take a single second of contact with Heeseung for granted. He lifts your hips up, letting your legs wrap around him. He pulls away, momentarily, to look at your face.

“Relax princess,” Heeseung says, caressing your cheek, "I want you to relax for me alright?"

Your eyes fully conform to the darkness, seeing some of Heeseung’s features as he unfastens his shirt and rips it off his arms. He climbs over you, pushing up your dress over your thighs. Before you have time to protest, which you aren’t going to anyway, Heeseung kisses your bare cunt tenderly, softly letting his tongue glide up and down your slit before teasing your bundle of nerves. You mewl quietly, Heeseung's large hands splaying out on your thighs and holding them still so you don’t move.

"Ahh fuck Hee." You moan, feeling his tongue move inside you, something you hadn't ever felt. It felt good though, as he moves in and out.

He lets his tongue delve inside you, your warmth enveloping him. Heeseung picks up your thighs and pushes them against your torso so you’re spread open for him. His hands brace themselves on your shins as he laps up your arousal seeping from your entrance. You groan as his tongue circles your clit with your wetness before he sucks it between his lips. Heeseung slips two fingers inside you, your pussy taking them with ease. Your body is in tune with Heeseung and the shapes of his tongue, fingers, and cock. So much that you can take anything he gives you with pleasure.

This was pleasure like you've never felt before. Everyone had always told you that the first time would always be the best. You were starting to believe that myth now as your eyes were on Heeseung's.

He curls his digits inside you, caressing the spongy spot that drives you insane. Your hands fly to Heeseung’s curls to hold on as he sucks your clit desperately, pumping his fingers in and out of you. Adding a third, he stretches you out delightfully in preparation for his cock. Heeseung removes his fingers from you, licking them clean before lapping up your remaining arousal leaking from your hole, all stretched out and ready for him.

Heeseung keeps your knees pressed to your chest as he pumps himself a few times, spreading his precum along his length. He hovers over you and gives you a deep, passionate kiss. Heeseung, even though only a friend for some weeks, loves you more than anything, and he will prove it. As his tongue explores your mouth, he pushes his tip into you, and you moan into the kiss.

Heeseung pulls down the front of your nightgown and squeezes your exposed breasts as he continues to move inside you inch by inch. Bottoming out, Heeseung stays there, focusing on kissing your jaw and neck for a moment.

"Pretty girl." He muttered softly, pure affection on his voice, opening your legs even more to give his body enough space. He lined himself up to your cunt, gently pulling his foreskin down to rub the tip of his dick up and down your wet entrance, slowly going in until he's bottoming out again.

"Ah-ahh" you moaned, feeling Heeseung's cock split your walls open slowly. He felt big, really big, and he slid into your pussy so easily as if it was made for him and only him. His cock rubbed against your pussy's walls, making you whimper. That was the only thing you could get out of your mouth at the time.

"Are you okay?" He asked you gently, his hand slowly running up and down the length of your hair worriedly when he noticed the slight grimace on your face. Heeseung smugly knew he was big in every single way, and his cock was not the exception.

"I'm good, just— move, please." Feeling the stretch of his massive shaft was just as painful as you imagined, yet the pleasure that came from it couldn't be denied.

“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.

He builds up a pace, slowly going more and more intense as his thrusts get rougher, deeper, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills his bedroom. You're thankful his roommate isn't home at the moment.

"Ah fuck you're so perfect." Heeseung moans. For some reason, he felt protective over you now, wanting you all to himself

"No one else gets to touch you like this." He growls out, sitting on his knees while his massive hands easily hold onto your hips, lifting you up with him while he pounded into you, your moans mixed with his as he used you like you were simply a fleshlight— compared to his massive frame, you are.

He moves your hips away as he pulls out, suddenly slamming himself all the way back in before you can protest. He drags a whiny moan out of you, pain and pleasure mixing as you can feel a familiar warmth building up in your stomach. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he mutters out pure nonsense. His voice sounds hotter than ever and you listen intently, dumbly nodding your head to his words despite not understanding him.

“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper again, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him. But you keep pulling him back, practically an animal for him

“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines. 

“Jesus fucking Christ” Heeseung moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.

“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Heeseung’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time. 

“That’s it Princess Taking me so well.” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum. 

“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further. 

"Did I hurt you?" Heeseung looks over to you wrapped up in his arms. He had cleaned you up all good, while you were still dizzy from all the overstimulation, and now Heeseung felt worried.

"That was the best thing I've felt in my life." You chuckle, easing his mood, "Thank you, Heeseung."

"You're welcome princess." Heeseung presses you closer, wanting to be with you even more, "Don't worry I'll take you out for a real date tomorrow."

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[aloysiavirgata]

Fisher King prompt: dark crescendoing to light. Daniel Waterson and his baggage come back into her now-married life; maybe by way of the autopsy table. A dark case comes across Mulder’s desk. You pick. A happy surprise at the end to bring them both out of it?

Thanks, lady.

It is the dead nurse that catches his attention. Two days back from his honeymoon, attaboys and filthy jokes and cigars and a stack of manila folders on his dust-rimed desk.

Pendrell whistles when he sees Mulder, makes a predictable playing-doctor joke. He leers as though it obscures the soulful puppy wetness of his face. As though he hasn’t noticed Dana at crime scenes before, the autumn bonfire of her hair. Her tourmaline eyes.

Mulder thumbs the band on his left ring finger, spins it a little in the cool morning light. Flips them all off with good-natured grouchiness as he makes his way to the elevator. He thinks it might be fun to be an old man, to listen to the slap of his bedroom slippers on the grocery store linoleum.

The air in his office smells like cardboard boxes, like ghosts of lo mein and forgotten pizza. Copier toner. Pencil shavings.

His wife says, “Honestly, Mulder,” and makes chicken sandwiches from dinner leftovers, makes him salads with salmon and almonds and avocados and says he needs to gain eight pounds. He’s taken to her demands like a stray cat adjusting to life indoors. He’s growing glossy and sleek, full of essential amino acids.

Full of life.

***

There is no congestion in any of the organs. No petechiae in her eyes, no blood clots in the fragile slices of brain. Lips, mouth, esophagus free of corrosion, not an aneurysm the size of a poppy seed. The bruises and claw marks on her gray throat are her own doing. There are over a dozen witnesses.

Her nails are clotted with her own crumpled skin.

Dana pokes her finger into the aorta, sniffs the dead, butcher-shop air of Ludovica’s mouth. She prods at the lungs and hunts for lesions and surfactant. The nurse’s stomach contains a half-digested bagel and tuna salad. The muscular walls are in the very pink of health. She has lungs like freshly chewed bubblegum.

Dana huffs a strand of hair off her lip. She does not want to call him.

***

“What killed her?” Mulder asks, around a mouthful leftover quiche. God it’s good. She caramelized the onions, used two semesters of organic chemistry on the pastry and can declaim on the Maillard Reaction in a voice fit for Showtime.

“I’m working on it,” his wife says, brisk. “Thus far it seems to be nothing, which is a bit of a problem, medically speaking.”

“How embarrassing,” Mulder says, hunting around for another chunk of broccoli. “To die of nothing. You talk to this Waterston chappie yet?

Silence.

“Dr. Scully?”

A sigh.

Mulder’s brow furrows. “Dana Katherine, what gives?”

She sighs again. “You remember that med school professor I told you about? Funny story…”

***

He gazes at her the way tourists gawp at the Mona Lisa; not with a particular appreciation, just a bit awed that they can check it off their bucket lists.

Twice, for Daniel. A certain chumminess. A hint of inside jokes and favorite restaurants and that-lovely-inn-we-stayed-at. Of possessiveness. Territoriality.

Mulder shakes his head, just a twitch. Just enough to clear Daniel’s smug carnal knowledge of his wife away. Mulder’s fucked people’s daughters as well. People’s wives. There was one at Oxford, Honora, her husband a full professor and he -

Mulder doesn’t say this. He doesn’t say anything as Daniel stares at his Rossetti wife, undoubtedly thinks about the determined twitch of her twenty-one year old ponytail and her scuffed Keds and her slipshod Navy brat graces and her body like Artemis bathing by moonlight.

But Daniel’s alone and Mulder isn’t.

Dana isn’t alone either because, against all reason and karma, she’s married him, married Fox Mulder, like it was an absolutely sane thing to do, and her family simply went along with it.

“Tell me what you saw,” says Mulder, with the gentle absolution of a priest. “No judgement here,” he lies. She was hardly more than a girl, she was an innocent, she trusted you, you fucking asshole, you predator, you-

Daniel looks at Dana. Looks down at his surgeon’s hands. No ring on any of his fingers.

Daniel closes his eyes and looks at nothing.

“We began a midline sternotomy, absolutely routine, Suddenly Ludovica - Nurse Giordano - grabbed her throat and said she couldn’t breathe. She…she screamed Diavola! Said there was sulfur, said it was mustard gas, but none of the rest of us smelled a damn thing. But she was thrashing on the floor of the OR and our patient was-“

He looks around then, catches Dana’s eye, shyness in his expression. Shyness in his fatherly face. Dana had looked up at it for approval, no doubt. In what she probably thought was passion. Maybe even love.

Dana nods encouragingly and Mulder feels it then, the weight of years. He understands in that moment that time really is the fourth dimension; that it has a hot, heavy plasticity into which you can sink. He understands the realness of an event horizon, that they are all being pulled towards the unfinished thing between Daniel and his wife, Ludovica Giordano’s corpse included.

His wife was a physics major, his wife rewrote Einstein with the ebullient narcissism of the young.

He understands that his wife and Daniel speak the same primal, arcane language of science. He is a lowly psychologist, the major you pick when you can’t get into dental school but still want to Help Others.

Kepler’s Third Law tells us that intensity equals the inverse of the square of the distance from the source.

And he’s brought Daniel back into her orbit.

***

“I can’t believe you fucked him,” Mulder gasps into her tender seashell ear. An inch from her extraordinary brain.

“I was a child,” she hisses back. “Essentially. Don’t stop, Christ, don’t - I was a child, I-“

She was, she was, she was Eos newly born, she was radiant and young, she was Persephone to Daniel’s Hades, she was fresh milk at Ostara, and a sunrise over the Atlantic.

“Did you love him?”

Her thighs so taut and pale and quivering. Her wedding dress, her misty veil. Her palimpsest skin, on which he can rewrite himself.

“I thought I did but but it wasn’t this, it was never this, it was never you, I-“

Mulder comes in her, groaning, feels the tiniest sting of shame at how good it is to reclaim her from this other man.

***

“Dana,” Daniel says, heavy-tongued for Mulder’s consecrated, Catholic wife. He is hard; he shifts in the uncomfortable chair.

Mulder knows and Dana knows and the air is thick with this knowledge but strangely not unpleasant. The air is July just before a thunderstorm. The air is dense and verging. Primal, fecund, cataclysmic.

Hot.

Green.

Alive.

The air tastes like a 9-volt battery. He wants to put a baby into his wife.

“You were there,” Mulder says, his buckskin hands woven and laced. “What did you see?”

Daniel looks at Dana, Daniel is here for Dana, because he believes she is cold and lonely and alone in the way of the outer planets. He still thinks only he can warm her.

(He doesn’t know, Daniel, not really, that there is a solid core beneath the icy mist.)

She’s too distant and abstruse and Daniel doesn’t know.

***

Daniel smirks at Mulder, this old man who felt briefly alive in the hot juncture of his wife’s thighs; smirks as though he’s done anything real at all. They view the human heart so differently, he and Daniel.

Dana - Dr. Scully - rests her palms against her sharp tweed knee. She only wants to know what stops any human heart from beating. What shuts the brain down, from prefrontal cortex in a cascade to the lowly lizard stem.

“What did you see, Daniel?” She is poised and tensed. She is waiting. She is untouchable.

Mulder - Fox - is disarmed by the chill of her haughty face. Her Plutonian eyes are so very, very cold . So very, very far.

Ice could never be so warm.

***

“‘Maggie,” he breathes, into her amber light. Into her aura, in her husband’s office, after Mulder went out for their lunch order.

“No,” Dana says. “I don’t care. Tell me about the nurse.”

Daniel huffs. “I don’t know, it was nothing, Dana, Maggie said-“

“I don’t care,” Dana says, crisp. “I don’t care about your daughter. You certainly didn’t, when you brought me to your bed.

Daniel is appalled. “Dana, you were-“

“I know what I was,” she replies. “I knew what I was doing and I don’t regret it, not really. But I didn’t understand what you were, not then. And you should regret me, Daniel.”

He looks at her, his brows drawn.

He looks away, back through the years. Dana, all sharpened Ticonderogas and her mouth an unplucked apricot. Skin like fresh-churned butter.

“She was…she was gasping,” he says to the wall of of clippings. To the Flatwoods Monster and wendigos and little lost girls and stills from the Zapruder Footage. “She was clawing at her throat, she…diavola.”

Diavola.

Daniel looks at the ceiling. “She clawed her throat to ribbons,” he says. “She said our patient was full of demons, she said…” He shakes his head and looks at Dana again.

Dana knows. Dana has seen. Has read and wondered and wondered, considered the Gerasene demoniac in the synoptic gospels. Tooms at her belly on the chilly tile of her bathroom…

It will do no good. Whatever her husband says, the truth is not always a panacea. The patient has lived and Ludovica has died and all anyone wants is official paper with Dana’s name at the bottom.

A reckoning, now. A choice.

“Anaphylaxis?” Dana murmurs, in the perfume and cashmere of a different rich man’s wife. She puts a little throatiness in her voice now, like she did after Dr. Waterston spoke to her in private about Starling’s Law. She can give him this. She can give Ludovica’s family this.

Diavola.

Mulder is right, Mulder is almost always right. But Mulder is right in his own time and Ludovica’s family needs her home.

Daniel catches the lifeline she throws, grateful.

Humbled.

Daniel, when his gaze returns, is a bit smaller in her eyes. “Yes,” he says. “It must have been.”

***

They’re eating dinner at the Peruvian chicken place on the corner because Dana is hollow and Mulder has moderately weaponized his own culinary incompetence.

“Ansel died today,” she says, poking at her rice.

Mulder nearly chokes on a mouthful of black beans. “What?!”

“Died. Massive coronary at his desk. Dead within seconds.”

Mulder gapes. Ansel Jordan, Chief Medical Examiner in DC; the alpha and omega of the unexpectedly dead in the District. “He ran marathons.”

Dana nods into the middle distance. “He ran marathons. He had a treadmill in his office. He was 57 and he was my boss and I split his chest apart with a Stryker before his body had even cooled this morning. My god, I forgot what warm tissue feels like.”

She looks up with her wide, delphinium eyes. “They asked me, Mulder.”

They asked? He is appalled. “They asked you to autopsy him? That’s really fu-“

She shakes her head. “No, nobody asked me that. No one would ever. I volunteered, it was the right thing to do, for my colleagues. For Ansel. We were hardly close but I had tremendous respect for the man.”

Ansel was a runner. He ate well and drank in moderation. He cared for his body like a classic car; starting to slow down but with lots of miles left.

The human body is strange and unpredictable.

“Are you okay?” How do you cut open a man you know? He cannot believe she didn’t call this morning but also of course she didn’t call this morning. She is an eternal riddle, a beautiful enigma.

“I’m surprisingly fine,” she says. “I mean, it’s horrible and pointless and tragic. But the process of an autopsy…it soothed me. I knew what to do and there was a…a checklist.”

He smiles, soft. “You’re always a doctor first.”

Dana shrugs, fluid and dismissive. “I guess.”

He realizes then, awed. Adoring. “They want you to… to step in, to be Chief. Dana, that’s incredible, that’s a huge honor. I’m sorry it’s come at the cost of Ansel, but Christ. It’s tremendous.”

He will never achieve this in his own career and is delighted that she can.

Dana nods slowly, a blush creeping up her fine, pale cheeks. She spears a plantain and examines it on the end of her fork. “It’s obviously not a formal offer yet, my god, he’s only just been released to the family, but yes. It’s tremendous.” She bites into the plantain.

He thinks back to that feeling of wanting a baby, wanting her to have it, and knows that the new Chief Medical Examiner of DC will have other pressures, other concerns.

She’s expressed interest in babies in a vague sort of way, but doesn’t want them like he does. Dana grew up with hand-me-downs and home haircuts and spaghetti the last week of every month. She knows that babies grow into scraped-kneed children who need lunch money and trombones and French tutors and football uniforms.

He’s rich enough for it all, for night nurses and nannies, but he knows her body is not a rental property. He wants a baby, he does, but he also doesn’t care if it means this for her. He doesn’t care if her star can rise.

“I love you,” he says, raising his plastic cup of horchata. “And I’m so goddamn sorry about Ansel.”

She lifts hers back, his wife, her old-master face and her slapdash smile. “Thank you,” she says, still pained. “And slaínte.”

“L’chaim,” he replies. To life.

[burningclocks]

Lesbian date ideas:

Ghost hunting for eight hours

Start a community garden

Tell eachother your deepest fears and darkest thoughts

Swordfight at dawn

Exorcise a demon

Get a cat

Hold a knife to each other's throats

Get another cat

Open your third eye and achieve godhood

Build a cottage in the woods

Become a local folk tale

Solve the mystery of your mothers disappearance

Swim in a lake and then come out mysteriously different as if you've been fundamentally changed or entirely replaced

Accidentally kill a man

Bathe in his blood (totally by accident tho)

Intentionally kill a man

Burn down a church and kiss in the ashes

Start a cult

Make out in an abandoned building

Go through the five stages of grief

Invent more stages of grief

Steal a bus

Get yet another cat

Go to a bookstore

Destroy a corporation

Overthrow the government

Learn to time travel

Visit Sappho of Lesbos, worship at her feet

Exist in Rome for a day

Exist in the Victorian era for a day, disappear mysteriously from the ball

Start a conspiracy

Knit the fabric of your souls together

Stab Julius Caesar

Steal from the British Museum

Steal the Mona Lisa

Go back in time and kiss Mona Lisa

Learn the way of the sword

Be present at every major historical event

Exist in front of HP Lovecraft and watch as he loses his shit

Add a gay sex scene to every HP Lovecraft book

Do piracy

Rule over all pirates

Kiss in front of a shocked audience of Victorian people

Night at the Museum

Just the plot of Night at the Museum

Swim in the moonlight

Get another cat

Lead the lesbian revolution

Charge into battle

Slaughter your enemies alongside your wonderful beautiful amazing wife

Kiss passionately surrounded by corpses

Have highly symbolic and metaphorical gay sex

Love eachother in every universe as every couple to ever live

Breed flowers to be new beautiful and bizarre colors

Become happy

Achieve enlightenment

Ascend to a high plane of being

Put flowers in each other's hair

Get coffee

Become villains

End a bloodline

Kill eachother in a really homoerotic way

Experience catharsis

Sleep in each other's arms each night

Wake up next to eachother every morning rain or shine

Make breakfast and coffee for each other

Hold eachother closer when you have nightmares and are plagued by visions

Be old and be healed

Have the sun glow brighter and the flowers bloom in more colors

Love each other so much it changes the narrative

Love each other so much it changes the universe

Wait with each other. Wait for the next thing to come your way and then when that's over wait together again. Except it's not waiting. Imagine you cannot wait to wait with each other. Watching and waiting as the world comes at you

Cry

[blackbloodteeth]

Maka continues to tiptoe just out of Soul's hearing as he comes to another one of the branching streets of the quieter side of the city, hands still slumping in his bike jacket until he suddenly stops – she ducks back – and then quickly veers down the corner. It takes all of Maka's antsy willpower not to speed up after him, sticking to the shadows (it was easy with one of the streetlights being off) the best she can and tailing him to one of the more park-sy breaks in the urban rhythm, now lying in wait just far enough to watch Soul meander up to a tree and lean against it.

After just a moment of his usual cautiousness, Maka's face almost completely scrunches into itself when he then proceeds to take his shirt off.

It wasn't even a full take-off, no – He left it hanging behind him with his arms still stuck in his jacket sleeves, just staring up at the moon and… sighing. Like the kind of deep breath he takes when she tries to get him to at least attempt to try out meditation yoga.

She can't even possibly fathom what the hell he's doing at this point (look, in her defense his shoulder blades were very distracting at the moment), and she doesn't even realize how far she's been leaning in just to comprehend this until a soft chuckle jolts her in place like a cat, a very up-to-no-good cat as he tilts one of his lopsided smirks in the moonlight.

"Someone there, or are we out sightseeing."

Maka audibly chokes at the trash can that suddenly appeared by her foot out of nowhere. "…No."

A hearty snicker makes her heart nearly stop when he slouches his grin at her fully.

"Hey, you're getting better at this."

"Ughhh, how are you even picking me up like this; I actually stayed out of your peripheral…" Her arms cross at her being cross, and definitely not to avoid gazing at the way his torso twists as she wanders closer into view, no sir.

"Well at least you're not Black☆Star," he mutters.

"Hey! I'm not that bad at sneaking –" Maka's hands slap down onto her hips, trying to glare at his eyes. "– And what are you even doing out here shirtless like this?!"

No seriously, why isn't he putting his shirt back on-

As if answering all and none of her questions in a single whimsical breath, Soul snorts and looks back up to the moon again, a wistful murmur on his unreadable Mona Lisa smile. "Yeah, I won't lie it's kinda weird. Just… wanted to feel the air on my stitches; Kinda like a way to know I'm still alive, I guess…"

She watches as he then fits his clothes back into place, no time to answer the side-eye he grins at her again. "Seein' you try to sneak up on me is a plus though."

"Okay, jerk – Why were you doing this out in the shady part of town in the middle of the night, then," she deadpans.

Oh his humming is just absolutely insufferable.

"I'll leave that up to interpretation." And so is his- Oh yep, he's copying her posture now. "Why were you even following me into the shady part of town to begin with?"

"I'll leave that up to interpretation."

Soul sucks his tongue over his upper lip, quickly clucking it as he then nods a few times. "Yeah, I should've seen that one coming."

[atolua]

𖥻  ANGEL ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚. summer of 2020

EDITION .. don't be shy bixby.. play troye sivan's angel baby

FEATURING .. kang yeosang

CW(S) .. none? i think?

MONA SAYS .. very late but happy yeo day!

as lua combs her fingers through her dozing member's blonde tresses, she can't stop herself from wondering. in fact, she gets so caught up in her curiosity that her brushing goes slower and slower.. until they come to a standstill. and while she hasn't noticed it, the young man does.

prying his sleepy eyes open, yeosang turns his head and looks up at his friend. “what's on your mind, moonlight?”

“not that much, yeo. i was just thinking about what it'd be like to braid your hair.” she admits while casually twirling one of his strands, only to let it fall so it can frame his angelic visage again.

“go on then, i won't mind.”

lua perks up, but a frown quickly follows suit. “wait, are you sure? what if i accidentally pull it too hard and rip some strands out?”

“moonlight, that won't happen. before you ask, i know because you're always so gentle with everyone and everything. on top of that, i trust you.”

assured, the eldest wastes no time in sectioning his hair, while yeosang shuffles his seat to give her an easier time, before resting his head upon the desk again. without a second thought, he closes his eyes.

now, as much as she wants to give him a halo braid, (because if it isn’t obvious yet: she considers him her angel), his silky lockets aren’t that long for such a style. nevertheless, lua still finds joy in weaving the front pieces to make a pair, humming softly while she does so.

“done, what do you-” she interrupts herself with a quiet giggle as she sees just how much her member had enjoyed it: he’s fallen asleep once more.

what can he say?

lua doesn’t just possess a delicate touch, she owns a mellow voice to complement it.

❑ TAGLIST  ..  @stealanity​ @ateezivy​ @cixrosie​ @alixnsuperstxr @lost-leopard-beanie

[stars-and-birds]

Hiii wenclair nation i miss you

Getting some nostalgia so here’s a scrapped wip I’m not sure I ever posted

Enid dangled upside down on her bed, watching Wednesday pack her black flashlight and black rope and black knife into her black backpack. It was past curfew, but Wednesday was up and dressed, planning to go stake out a house she thought might be related to the monster. Enid wrinkled her nose.

“Why can’t I go with youuuuuuuuuu?”

“For the last time. You need to be here in case Thornhill and Weems come poking around, which they have an unfortunate habit of doing.” Thing hopped on her shoulder, his fresh coat of black nail polish perfectly matching Wednesday’s stubbornly goth aesthetic. Enid let out an exaggerated sigh that dragged on and on and on and on and—

“Shut up.” Wednesday grimaced, glancing down at Enid with a glare she had become all too familiar with. If looks really could kill everyone would be dead.

“Whatever. You still owe me. For the bee thing.” Her and Eugene were on better terms now, but she could still remember the terrifying buzz that had seemingly closed in on her the moment Eugene let the bees out. For whatever reason, Eugene had stopped hitting on her as well. Enid assumed this was because Wednesday had made him, but he would sometimes glance over and giggle at them whenever Wednesday dragged Enid into the shed for some likely illegal scheming. It annoyed Enid to no end, especially when he would just shake his head and grin that weird little grin of his whenever asked about it.

Wednesday paused packing her particularly shiny medieval mace (black of course) and turned back down to stare derogatorily at Enid.

“I suppose an Addams always keeps her word. What do you want?” She turned back to her backpack.

“You’ll give me anything?” Enid rolled over onto her stomach, hair flying around her head like a tornado.

“Anything reasonable and within my power, yes.”

Huh.

“Like… a unicorn?” She challenged playfully

“Difficult and disgusting but not impossible.” Wednesday said without missing a beat. Enid rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, no way.”

“I could.”

“Knowing you, you probably could.” Enid relented. Knowing Wednesday, she would stop at nothing to get it should Enid dance with disbelief any longer.

“Okay. How about… the Mona Lisa.”

“You want me to break into one of the most famed museums of all time to steal one of the most prized artworks in history. As a favor for spending an hours worth of time with some bees.”

“No, just wondering if you could.” Enid said, gazing up at Wednesday still packing her things. Gosh, she was so pretty. The way the fading moonlight caught on her midnight hair, glimmered in her eyes, danced across her lips, dusted her eyelashes. She really was beautiful. Objectively, that is. A friend could think a friend was beautiful. Obviously. And anyways, anyone would think the same. Most people did, after all. Wednesday seemed to have boys falling over themselves and tripping for a half hearted smile never to be earned.

“There has to be something you can’t give me.”

“Try me.” The words were a challenge, an invitation. Okay then.

“An iPhone 13 Pro”

“Security would be laughable”

“A sarcophagus. A gold one.”

“My family stores some in our basement.”

“Water from the fountain of youth.”

“I have some on meat the moment”

“Wait really?” Enid raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Wednesday ignored her, continuing to pack. Enid shook her head. Of course Wednesday did.

“What aboutttttttttttttt.” Enid racked her brain, trying to think of every myth and legend she had heard of that could stump the unstumpable Wednesday Addams. Maybe not an object, then.

“What about a kiss.” The words crawled out of her mouth unexpectedly, without an coherent thought or reason. Wednesday stayed silent, and Enid laughed nervously. Yeah no. She wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking. It’s not like she wanted Wednesday to kiss her. Though… hypothetically would she hate it? Like maybe a friendly peck on the cheek… but then an all too vivid image Wednesday and her kissing on the lips imprinted itself into Enid’s mind, and she could feel her cheeks turn redder than tomato.

“Well,” she laughed nervously again.

“Guess I stumped you.” She straightend on her bed as Wednesday shouldered her backpack onto her left shoulder, and turned to face Enid. Enid looked to the ground, trying not to show how much red had bloomed on her cheeks, or worse, have Wednesday somehow peer into her mind with her penatrating gaze and see every thought that had sneaked its way through the cracks into Enid’s mind. A shadow cast over her, and Enid glanced up to see Wednesday… eye to eye with her, so close Enid could see the brown specks in her seemingly void black eyes. Wednesday’s eyelids narrowed, her eyebrows furrowing together like rabbits cuddling for warmth. Like she was thinking, considering.

“Wha-”

Without warning, suddenly and unexpectedly, Wednesday leaned in and kissed her. It was like the first snowflake, cold to the touch but then melting on her skin as Wednesday pulled away before Enid could even consider kissing her back. Shock spread through Enid, pushing her back onto her bed and tripping her words.

“I… uh. Um. Uh.”

“We’re even.” Wednesday’s words were a careful knife cutting through Enids careless own, as she pushed herself to her feet and walked out of the room. Enid watched her leave, hand covering her mouth.

Holy shit

Wednesday Addams had kissed her. And the real stumper? Enid had enjoyed it.

[heaven-s-black-box]

The Knight- ensemble & kid!gn!Reader

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Recovery date: July 23rd, 2024

Description: Hello, I was thinking about a sequel to the story where the reader is a child and is saved by the traveler, nothing insane they just meet some of the travelers friends from Liyue and we can learn a little more about the device that the reader has.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. You see, elaborating on the device implies I know what it does, lol.

Word count: 1 930

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Sky watched Y/n’s body rise and fall with their deep, steady breaths. They were curled up on a bed in Wangshu inn, with Paimon sprawled out at their side, sound asleep. It was probably the first good sleep they’d had in awhile, Sky had no idea how long they’d been in that cage; she wasn’t sure they knew either. The kid seemed to have amnesia, they only had clear memories of their time captured and a few hazy memories from before that.

They knew their name, that they had to keep the device and their vision close, and that Lumine was a friend. She’d tried to pry some information about Aether from the kid, but it seemed they didn’t even know who or what the abyss order was. 

Y/n made a mumbled sound and curled closer on themself before whimpering. Their body tensed and their breathing hitched before sounding a little more frantic.

Pushing her chair out from the table, Sky went to sit on the bed beside Y/n and placed a hand on their shoulder. On instinct, the kid pulled away and curled further in on themself.

“Y/n?” Sky called out softly, shaking their shoulder. She received no response, and called again a little louder. “Y/n.”

This time the kid turned towards her slightly and stopped making pained sounds. They didn’t wake up, but their breathing began to even out again and so Sky started rubbing their arm soothingly.

Silence once again filled the room, and Sky let out a tired sigh. She should probably get some sleep, the three of them were headed to Sumeru in the morning.

Click

Lumine’s eyes flicked down to the device on the bedside table next to Y/n’s vision. The light that they’d turned on earlier had turned off, and now two other indents were glowing in pulsing blue lights. Blue, not gold like the last light.

She hesitantly picked up the device, scanning the front and then flipping it over to look at the back.

It was covered in engravings on the front, a script she didn’t recognize, and a few divots that she assumed were lights. There were three rings around a centerpiece and some kind of divider that currently sectioned off the now dark divot. The had some kind of crank in the center, embedded into the device instead of protruding, and a few buttons around the other sections.

The device almost reminded her of Mona’s divination scry.

Y/n shifted against her, and let out a soft groan as they stretched out. Their eyes seemed to glow in the faint moonlight as they opened and landed on the device in Sky’s hands.

“Hey, the lights changed.”

Wordlessly, Y/n sat up against the headboard and took the device. Through muscle memory they fiddled with the device again and the gold light returned.

“I know I asked before but, do you know what the lights mean?”

Y/n frowned, seemingly in thought and from discomfort. “Aether said the gold light means it’s on, the blue lights mean it needs to be reset, and the red light means the other lady is nearby.”

“The other lady?”

“The princess. I was going to visit her when the bad guys kidnapped me, you can ask her what it does. She knows.” Y/n looked down at the device. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no. It’s okay,” Sky soothed, patting Y/n’s leg. “I can help you get to the princess, do you know where she is?”

“There’s a knight here I’m supposed to meet, he’s going to meet me at the place with all the mora.”

Sky’s brows furrowed in confusion. The golden house? It’s been closed since Morax’s “death”, and the only other option was the bank but that didn’t make any sense. She understood why Y/n had been told they were looking for a knight to take them to a princess, it seemed Aether was trying to protect them from whatever they were really doing. But when she heard knight she thought of Dain, especially in connection with the abyss, but she had no idea who this princess could be.

Her first thought was Rhinedottre, but not only would it make more sense for her to be a witch or alchemist, Dain had expressed never wanting to see her again. He would not take Y/n to her, and he also had no reason to be near the bank or golden house.

“I’ll help you find the knight, for now, you need to go back to sleep. I’m going to be right over there,” Sky pointed at the second bed in the room, “if you need me, okay?”

“Okay.”

It felt like she’d barely closed her eyes when Sky was awoken by a gentle knock at her door. She groaned and rolled out of bed, stretching while she shuffled to the door.

“Good morning Sky,” Shenhe greeted, making the traveler jump slightly.

Movement behind her caught Shenhe’s eye as Y/n sat up, their movement waking Paimon up and making her grumble. The kid yawned, rubbing their eyes, and froze up once they saw the stranger. Shenhe tried to offer them a kind smile, which finally tipped Sky off so she would turn around.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s okay. This is Shenhe, she’s a friend.”

“Yes, and I’ve brought you a change of clothes,” she lifted the small box she’d been holding in front of her, “ courtesy of ma- Xianyun.”

Shenhe’s face twisted oddly as she spoke her master’s name, she clearly wasn’t used to it yet.

“Here, I can take that. Come in.”

Sky took the box and let Shenhe pass her. She gave the box to Y/n and directed them to the bathroom, telling them to call out if they needed help, before sitting at the small table in the room with Shenhe.

The two women sat silently, listening incase Y/n needed help, while Paimon continued murmuring and rolling about on the bed.

It wasn’t long before the kid came back out in new clothes that didn’t fit quite right, but there wasn’t much they could do.

Shenhe made her way over and knelt down, holding out a few pins.

“I can adjust it for you.”

Y/n looked up to Sky who nodded reassuringly.

“Okay.”

Shenhe pinned some parts and loosened ties that Y/n had missed in others. When she was done, the fit was still a bit off but it looked much better than it had before.

“Are you ready to head into the city?” Sky asked, heading over to the bed to wake up Paimon.

Y/n’s stomach gurgled.

“Can we eat first?”

“Actually, I was thinking we could have breakfast in the city, but I have an apple you can have now.”

Sky told Y/n she could grab it from her pack, and the kid happily fished it out while Paimon finally woke up.

The group of four made their way into Liyue.

On the way, Y/n seemed incredibly interested in the things they passed and Paimon happily explained everything. Sky asked how Xianyun knew about Y/n, and Shenhe explained that Xiao had visited. He’d apparently done a bit of investigating on Y/n, going around to the other adepti asking if they had heard anything about them. 

Y/n stopped running ahead as they came to the bridge leading into Liyue, and ran back to Sky’s side. They clung to her dress as they passed market stalls, making their way to Wanmin restaurant.

When they arrived, Xiangling was standing behind the counter talking with Xinqiu and Chongyun on the other side. She spotted them approaching and waved, shouting a greeting that startled Y/n and made them tuck further into Sky’s side.

The chef noticed them and quickly apologized, bringing her energy down a bit.

“Sky, auntie Shenhe,” Chongyun greeted, then looked to Y/n. “Who’s this?”

Sky placed a hand on the kid’s back and gently nudged them forward. “It’s okay, they’re friends.”

“I’m Y/n,” they introduced themself, stepping forward a bit.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Are you hungry?” Xiangling asked. “I can make you breakfast.”

“Um… yes please.”

Pride bubbled in Sky’s chest as the kid took charge, climbing on to one of the stools as Xingqiu showed them the menu. They picked something out and watched with rapt attention as Xingling cooked. The chef stood awkwardly to the side so Y/n could see the stove, laughing as Y/n asked what she was doing every few minutes.

Shenhe excused herself, having the day off and planning to spend it with Xianyun while she trained Shuyu. The remaining six took seats at a table near the kitchen so Xiangling could return to work when other customers showed up.

“So yummy,” Y/n hummed around a mouth full of food.

“I know right,” Paimon responded.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth, Y/n, and Paimon you know better.”

Xiangling happily accepted the compliment. “I can teach you to cook sometime.”

Y/n’s face lit up briefly, and then turned into a frown.

“But I don’t know how long I’ll be here for, Sky promised to help me find the knight.”

“The knight?”

“Mhm, he’s going to take me to see the princess. I have to meet him at the place with all the mora.”

Xingqiu looked thoughtful for a moment before asking, “Northland Bank?”

Sky shrugged. “Either that or the golden house.”

They kept conversing as they ate, Xingqiu ended up pulling Y/n into the book he was currently reading. The paranormal story led to Chongyun sharing his experiences as an exorcist, and Y/n was more than happy to listen. Y/n was almost sad to leave, but the disappointment was quickly overwritten by the realization that they could finally find the knight.

Their excitement was almost matched by Sky’s worry.

The Northland bank was run by the Fatui, and bringing Y/n there made her uneasy.

Her unease was proven warranted when they arrived at the door, and the Knave was waiting. Arlecchino seemed a bit surprised to see Sky and Paimon, but greeted them nonetheless and knelt down to Y/n’s level.

“Hello Y/n.”

For the first time, Y/n didn’t seem nervous about meeting someone new. Infact Sky was the one trying to grab at them and hold them back; her fingers grazed the back of their shirt.

“Hello, are you the knight that’s going to take me to the princess?”

“I am.” She looked up to Sky. “I’m sure you have many questions.”

“Wait, so Aether’s working with the Fatui?” Paimon asked, voice high pitched and almost frantic.

Arlecchino frowned, standing up. “I don’t recognize the name, but I’m also only here to ensure Y/n reaches the Tsaritsa safely.”

Sky looked down at the kid who had tucked themself next to the Knave.

It was weird but, she didn’t find herself all too concerned. Maybe it was her trust in Aether, or maybe it was that she’d suspected some kind of grand scheme after speaking with so many of the Archons.

“Are you sure you want to go with her?” Sky asked.

“Wait- You’re not seriously considering this, are you?”

Y/n looked up at her and nodded. “Aether said I would be okay, and I trust him.”

“Okay, I’ll come see you when I get to Snezhnaya, how does that sound?”

“I would like that.”

Sky turned to Arelcchino, “Keep them safe, alright.”

“Of course, what’s one more ward?”

[sketchfanda]

Sketchfan85 one shot smut comm:Jagua Tales:Naked Night Spicy Times!!

It'd been another fun little girls' night in Jagua del Toro as always, quite an active evening time scene for a small resort island off the coast of some middle of nowhere 3rd world country within the Latin-American regions of the Caribbean. But certainly didn't stop the tourists from managing to find the place and come around for its 3 best qualities, that being the sun, the sand and the surf. And of course the delightful bonus being the bounty of fine sexy bitches on display providing plenty of eye candy for man and woman alike. or one trio of gal pals of course, it was home and and host to another evening of quality time with some small talk and plenty of drinks to go around.

If you were to ask their blue-haired surfer bombshell amiga Maya of course though, she'd definitely say her BFF Mona and their roomie J'D had just about a little too much. But really who could blame her for thinking and feeling that way when a walk home along the night time shore suddenly lead to a spontaneous round of skinny dipping!! Never let it be said that while she was an impulsive minx with a knack for mischief but she knew when to be a voice of reason and she was still sober enough to know she was not risking being seen naked around a public beach even this late. Okay yeah sure it lead to J'D and Mona teasing her plenty for being, as her cute sexy pink haired bestie called "A big chicken afraid to be seen naked!!" but not like she really wanted to give Cassandra a reason to verbally chew out her bodacious booty for whatever trouble this might get her into.

So of course she took her leave and left her drunk roomies be as they began having themselves a little playful splash fight, their giggles and cries of fun filling axing to the crash of waves on the shore. Pausing to look back a few steps to take in the view of J’d and Mona’s soaking wet naked bodies glistening under the full moon light, Damn if they didn’t look hot as all fuck. Ducking behind a rock as she decided to watch this unexpected free show a bit, sure she did have work tomorrow but didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the view, right? Little did she know that things were about to get spicy as it became clear just how DRUNK her roomies were as the dark skinned duo took a pause in their hijinks, currently kneeling in the shallow waters to give one another a look over.

J’D:”Your ass is so big and juicy, Mona….”*The DJ quipped sensually in her drunken haze, eyes becoming hazy with lust as those sparkling blue sapphires took in a view of that aforementioned booty. It truly was as she said, a sensual work of art that you could bounce a quarter off of. If she were to twerk, there was no doubt you could call her thunderbuns. Mona couldn’t help but giggle playfully at her remark of course.*

Mona:”Yours too. I want to kiss it….”*The sexy cutie purred as her jade green eyes admired that beauty marked set of meat buns. So toned yet bubbly all at once as they shook and jiggled above the sea water, the moonlight making it glisten with a hypnotic sheen. She couldn’t help but think her lips, thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea at all. Swimming to get around behind J’d’s bodacious boot as she cupped those twin flesh globes in her hands firmly.*

Before J’d could even wonder to ask what Mona was doing, she gasped slightly, as did Maya silently as The pink haired Indy model proceeded to do just that. Planting soft but passionate kisses on the DJ's toned bubbly booty with distinct smacks of her lips, especially giving a playful lick on the spot with her beauty mark. J'd of course was stunned speechless yet couldn't help but pant and shudder at how tingly that was making her feel before Mona paused in her literal ass-kissing, eyes half lidded sensually and twinkling with lust and mischief as she licked her lips sensually, taking in the view of her room-mate's pretty smooth pussy. That labia quivering enticinlgy and looking even more inviting than her tasty milk chocolate derrière, so much so that she couldn't help herself as she pressed her lips then and there to it.

If J'd had been shocked and surprised before, the sudden ambush on her pussy lips by Mona kissing it and licking away with her tongue was quite something altogether. Gasping and panting at first before she found herself letting loose with deep throated moans, mixing and being drowned by the sounds of the ocean waves all the while Maya continued secretly watching in with growing voyeuristic curiosity. Before she snuck a quick glance to their discarded clothes by the shore as she started to get a wicked little idea. One she’d implement after she felt she had seen enough of where this was sure to be going.

so she continued to watch in from her hiding spot as Mona ate out J’d’s pussy, the perky toned DJ hottie squirming and moaning in the water as the sexy cutie’s tongue worked its magic. For someone not usually into girls, she sure knew how to please one, made her wonder if that little nudist minx Tania was an influence. But goddamn if she wasn’t feeling so good right now but if anything it out an idea into her lust and booze drunken brain as she shot a sensual look over her shoulder at the link haired babe. Erotically biting her lower lip as she pressed snd rubbed boot against her face.

J’d:”Ooh naughty girl, if you’re gonna be like thst then let me at least return the favour….”*That got Mona’s attention as she ceased her oral meal oit curiosity before she found J’d taking her back a bit closer to the shoreline, their sea water soaked bodies flowing with a rich sheen from the moonlight. The pink haired sexy cutie giggling as she started outting two and two together as J’d guided her to lay down on her back while the J draped herself atop it, their quivering mounds in one another’s line of sight. The equally drunk hotties sensually licking their lips at the meals they were about to enjoy when at some unspoken signal, they proceeded to commence with performing a 69. Kissing and licking away at one another’s slits, tongues lapping uo the flow of juices with their tastebuds dazzled by the slight flavour of salt water.*

Maya watched on with voyeuristic delight as she waited for the opportunity to slring her devious little plan in action, after all no rush when the action was getting this good. Looking on as Mona and J’d ate one another out, deep throated moans escaping their luscious lips Especislly when they probed one another’s moist folds of desire with their tongues. Rolling along the crashing waves on the shore between being on top or side by side as they upped the ante of of intensity and passion by adding their fingers into the mix, two to three digits knuckle deep as their thumbs teased and rubbed their clits. Never let it be said that there was many a man that would’ve given their nutsack or sold thei soul just to catch a glimpse of this lewd little show.

Soon of course their gasps and moans thst filled the night air on this beach soon had a new tuned added in as Mona, currently on top, gasped as she suddenly felt a swift stinging smack to her ass. Thst juicy booty jiggling as she shot a look over her soul dear at J’d who had a cheeky grin, her hand rubbing that glorious ass before she gave it another slap. Making Mona moan at the mix of pain and pleasure running along her spine with a delicious tingle, it helped J’d wss well aware how sensitive her skin was. Before she decided to return the favour as she rubbed and gave the DJ’s sexy booty a smack, the rhythm of erotic spanking filling the ir with their cries of pleasure in the night sky.

The rhythm of booty spanking in this ever in motion 69 soon gave way to the duo fingering one another once more before they became a tangle of limbs. Groping one another's bodies with an inquisitive sense of exploration and a growing intimacy with every rising hint of familiarity until fingers and tongues were simply not enough. Soon the pair were scissoring one another with passionate intensity, their pussies pressed together in a different type of kiss as they rubbed and grind against each other. Filling the starry moonlit sky above them with thier sensual cries and moans, that is when they weren't busy making out with sloppy, tongue dancing kisses to swap spit and play tonsil hockey all the while unaware of their secret voyeur who of course finally seized her moment.

Instead Mona and J'd continued to be lost in thier own little hazy paradise of luse, fuelled by a little one drink too many and maybe a little of that twilight evening magic on a night like this. The saltwater splashing against their orgasming bodies as they pounced on one another once more, making out amidst assaulting one another with groping and heavy petting as their momentum brought their bodies back to around the shallow waters they'd started their spontaneous skinny dipping. The waves of their pleasure offset only by the wave of water that washed over them in the middle of their latest liplock as the duo suddenly found themselves brought back down to earth. Coming back to their senses just as they were breaking their latest kiss for air and feeling equal parts shock and confusion.

J'd:"M-Mona, what are you..?!!"*The DJ puzzled as to how and why she and the indy model were in one another's arms and apparently about to or had just finished kissing. The memories of what had transpired between them non-existant as the haze of booze had worked its bizarre magic on them. All she knew was one moment she and Mona had been having a naked splash fight and swim, the next they were suddenly experiment in acts of lesbianism. And from the look on Mona's face, the feeling was mutual.*

Mona:"EHH?!"*Indeed Mona wasn't sure what was or had been happening, let alone the how and why. Blushing brightly at the intimate position she found herself in with J'd, their tits pressed and rubbing up against one another and seemingly holding each in a romantic embrace about to or having just made out. Deciding best not to dwell on it as they pried away from one another and made their way back onto the cool sandy shores, suddenly deciding to rediscover their modesty.*"I,....I think we drank too much...hehe..."*The sexy cutie shyly remarked, her and the Dj blushing and smiling equal parts sweelty and nervously as their nude skin felt the night Jagua air.*

J'd:"Y-you're right, but nothing else happened, so let's put our clothes back on and go home..."*Least far as she and Mona could recall, nothing had to have occured between them in between when they complimented one another's sexy asses and suddenly found themselves about to or having just kissed. Leaving their footprints on the sand as they aimed to put the rest of the evening and the unknown, to them at least, events that occured behind their thoughts. Only for J'd to notice a little something seemed off. As if something was missing.*"By the way...where are our clothes?"

meanwhile back at their Cozy apartment home, Maya lounged on her bed, comfy and casual as she held up and examined her personal prize. Mona’s cute sexy polka dot l panties in hand as beside her laid her bestie and J’d’s clothes, the surfer prodigy having snatched snd stolen them away while they’d been in the midst of their spontaneous skinny dip turned lesbian rut. Was it sneaky, underhanded and devious? Ooh absolutely but it sure was funny as hell at the same time and worth whatever karma would come her way.

Maya:*A cheeky smile on her freckled face as she basked in some self satisfaction.*”You’re a bad girl, Maya, such a bad, bad girl….”*Suffice to say, it was quite the time the duo had trying to make it back home in the nude, even late as it was in Jagua. But yes indeed they certaimly made sure to get their payback on Maya in the morning. Hey live by the sword, die by the sword, after all they say revenge is sweet and how sweet it is….*

(AO3 version with the necessary pictures including the comic the commissioner requested it based off of)

My terms for if anyone wants a smut one shot for 5 bucks

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Ramona: Talking to the moon

Okay okay okay... OKAY... I NEED TO SHARE THIS IDEA I HAD OR ELSE I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL AND WILL BECOME A GHOST WHO HAUNTS ANYONE WHO SHIPS RAMONA

I've been listening to the song 'Talking to the moon' by Bruno Mars quite a lot lately. I especially listened to it while drawing Ramona drawings because I ran into the song in a Ramona playlist on spotify and saw it fitting for it. But then, like the person with a giant imagination and person that talks to herself 24/7, I ended up coming up with a whole scenario for a possible music video, that I hope to do at some point when my brain finally tells me 'alright, you can animate now you dumbass'. LET'S START.

We begin to a scene of Raph in his bedroom on his bed. We see he is drawing someone, it's Mona Lisa. He takes a deep breath and sighs as he closes his sketchbook. He recalls how several of his friends made fun of the idea that Raph actually got with a salamander alien from another galaxy.

Slash: "Hehe. You sure Raph you didn't accidentally get high while in space?" Catty: "BAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA THAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING EVER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA" Lotus: "Let us meet her in person and if we don't meet her we know your taking drugs." Emina: "Awww. Is she your imaginary girlfriend? If so that is adorable! I hope you'll one day find the girl you dream of her to be."

These were some of the many comments Raph has gotten. He got up from his bed and went out of his room. He decided to leave the sewers for a while.

It was late at night and the sky was almost pitch black filled and covered with bright sparkly stars. We see Raph jump from roof to roof. He was still thinking about Mona. He stopped as he looked at the moon. It was a full moon. Gorgeous and beautfiul. It shined across the city, creating a sort of blue-ish dark purple like moonlight (how the f do you describe these things-??). Raph sat down on the edge of the roof. His green eyes tilted up towards the moon. Sitting by himself, all alone. It was just him and the moon.

His hand slowly reached out to it as he thought he saw glimpses of Mona in the moon. He looked down and pulled his arm back. He closed his eyes as he felt the moonlight hit his green like skin that also had diamond like shapes all around his body (Raph is a diamondback-terrapin in my AU along with Leo and Jennika). Raph thought of Mona and all the things they have went thru. He opened his eyes once more and looked back up at the moon. Wondering of Mona Lisa was still thinking about him and hasn't forgotten about him.

We cut to a new scene. Also if you wanna make it more fun with the song make it cut to a female cover of sorts. This time it shows the planet Salamandria, Mona Lisa's home planet. We find out that Mona became the talk of the town after the Salamandrians reclaimed their planet back from Dregg. Everyone found out about the turtles and their gang and how they were friends with Sal Commander/G'throkka and Mona Lisa/Y'gtthba and also how Mona fell in love with Raph and became his lover.

The female salamanders would gossip about her and question if she is okay in the head. They also thought it was embarrassing of Mona that she would choose a creature of lower rank and from a disgraceful planet. The males kept telling her that all he is trying to do is seduce her and to be with a real man. And that all he will try to do to her is try and impregnate her and make her bare his children that he will then not care about (babygirls acting like they won't also do the same to my queen and they act as if they don't want my girl to carry and deal with billion trillion gazzilion kids). Sal would defend his friends and especially Raph and that Mona made the right choice falling in love with him.

Mona hated how Raph was seen by her people. She was able to see how judgemental they were towards people all because they were a lower rank compared to them. Also she found it hypocritical that people said she made the wrong choice picking a low rank creature when many of the people that said it are lower ranked salamanders and she doesn't even know them. The things they said kept being repeated on and on in her head. She didn't like it in the slightest.

She walked thru Salamandrian and saw a few hills. She decided to climb a bit. She actually enjoyed doing that. Even as a kid she loved it. Mona kept on climbing until she saw the full moon shining in the dark sky. The stars shining bright as always. She sat down and crossed her legs together. She did a similar thing like Raph did in his segment. Reaching her arm towards the moon, having small glimpses of Raph, but then she looked down. She hugged herself and sighed. Mona wondered if Raph was still thinking about her and hasn't fallen out of love with her. As she closed her eyes she thought of Raph again and hoped he was truly the love of her life. She was really hoping she wasn't just being some stupid fool.

Now the male and female cover mash together and we see both Mona and Raph side by side. Both finally speaking and calling out if either one of them can hear each other calling them. Only to once more look down. The moon was still there shining brightly.

Finally we show both Raph and Mona side by side. Doing what they were doing in the earlier scenes. Both staring at the moon, reaching their arms towards it as they see glimpses of each other. But then they look down and close their eyes. Slowly, both got up and began to walk away with sad like expressions. They missed each other a whole ton and they were wondering if they will ever see each other or will they forever be far away from each other? Neither don't know...

Finally, the music ends and it's over....

Damn I wrote this really fast which surprises me lmao- Anyway- To my brain: PLEASE LET ME GET MOTIVATION TO ANIMATE THIS PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED MONEY TO FEED MY 10 MILLION KIDS AND HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO CURRENTLY LIVE IN THE SEWERS AND HAVE TO EAT RATS IN ORDER TO SURVIVE PLEASE HELP-

[misscryptidart]

For the majority of my Tavs, I've made a backstory that is tied to their class and background (for the most part) Details below cut.

Rhidon, The Prince who made a deal: A noble son whose family was disgraced when a partner family from the faewilds accused them of assassinating a delegate. Rhidon, much like his father, is desperate to return to old glory and made a deal with a mysterious aberration to achieve such a lofty goal.

Mona "Monalyth" Moonborn and Dominion Moonborn, Twins of Moonlight: Elf twins who were born into a temple of The Silver Lady. But Mona started to turn when they were 5, and soon became a tiefling. Their parents favored Dominion, seeing her as a "blessing", while Mona was pretty much forced out of the community. Dominion became a Cleric of Light and An Open Hand Monk, while Mona embraced her "darkness" and became a Shadow Monk.

Fenrir and Hel, The One who Fears and The One who Chases: Two alternative versions of the same DURGE. Fenrir lost his family when he was young, and was forced to sustain himself by any means. Following his encounter on the Mindflayer Ship, he wants to turn a new leaf towards something better. On the other side of the coin, Hel was raised in the cult of Bhaal and learned very early on that she could achieve so much without a conscience. Using her necromantic abilities, she has her eyes set on taking over Toril.

Calamity: A weed famer with an extensive list of buyers (including Gortash, Jahirah, Dammon, Volo, and Lae'zel)

[ei-banana]

pairing: monalumi (sfw)

wc: 557

Beneath the stars was how Lumine liked her best.

———

“And just over the crest of that dune is Viatrix.” Mona leaned back on the sprawled fleece blanket, pointing to the freckled sky, the light from above leaving her cheeks pockmarked silver.

“Oh?” Lumine buried her toes further into the sand, the granules cool against her skin. She watched the way Mona’s hair brushed against her nape.

“The location of this particular constellation is ever changing, as if it were searching endlessly,” the astrologist spoke wistfully, fingers dancing through the air as if playing with the stars themselves.

“How interesting.”

“You aren’t even listening, are you?” Mona huffed, leaning back on her hands, cheek pressed to her shoulder as she glanced sidelong at her companion.

It was strange to see her dressed down, lax and in her element beneath the expansive night; Lumine had brought her here for exactly that reason, to watch her soften with the rising moon, backdropped by the rolling sand of Sumeru desert.

“I’m listening,” Lumine placated, smiling wide at Mona’s disbelieving scowl. She leaned forward another inch or so, fingers featherlight when they brushed the astrologist’s bangs from her eyes. “What does it search for?”

She was whispering now, their noses a hair's breadth apart, heart lurching when Mona flushed crimson. “Hm?”

“Viatrix, what does it search for?”

“Ah,” the other woman’s voice cracked, nearly imperceptible; Mona straightened in a pinch, shoulders squaring with purpose once more, her face the picture of seriousness. “It’s hard to say. Perhaps it yearns for its other half, a missing piece that drifts nearly parallel, always out of reach.”

“It sounds almost romantic when you put it that way.” Lumine nosed at the exposed shoulder before her, reveling in the resulting shiver.

“I should say not,” Mona guffawed, voice shrill though it lacked passion. “I hardly see what’s so charming about chasing after another so hopelessly.”

There was moonlight in her hair, woven through each strand of indigo— a shock of effulgence that outlined her frame in a way most elysian. Lumine shifted until she knelt at the other woman’s side, reaching to see if the glow was as tangible as it looked.

“When you defy those odds,” Lumine spoke quietly, eyes roving when her fingers twined through the hair at the base of Mona’s neck. The other woman inhaled sharply, looking up in wide-eyed wonderment when Lumine straddled her lap promptly, continuing as fervently as before, “the collision after such time apart strikes you as all the more meaningful.”

“The cosmos deem it an impossibility,” the astrologist spoke with tremulous apprehension, their lips brushing with each word. Though her eyes shimmered, her hands settled over the tops of Lumine’s thighs, firm and centering.

“I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.” Mona blinked. “Even a challenge from fate itself.”

“How ridiculously brash—” Lumine kissed her then, at the tail end of her sentence, tongue rolling over the unfinished words. It was prophetic, the way they melded into one another.

Over the sandy dunes and down past the rock and arid earth, Lumine pressed Mona to the pillowed ground of their making. She tasted stardust from its source, laughing saccharine smooth when the fingers at her back traced the sharpened points of another distant cosmic sequence, invisible lines carving like emblems.

It was a wordless challenge, one Lumine barreled towards, heedless of grander reason.

[mikiruie]

𓈒⠀⠀⠀⠀︵︵ ⠀◟ † ◞ ⠀︵︵ㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀𓈒 ⠀⠀⠀⠀

YUMESHIPS

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。ꪆ୧. 𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸 ⟡ ( SHOYO HINATA )

RIESHO LOOKS A LOT LIKE . . . 𓂃 𓋜

ball of sunshine x pocket of sunshine. golden retriever &&. black cat. helping me learn beach volleyball. lots of pda. videocalls when he's overseas. mutual pining. childhood friends. interviews with the nhk. beach vacations. good luck kiss before his matches. hickies. cheering him on at his games. giggly makeouts. wearing his jerseys. long, warm hugs. wearing his olympic gold medal !!

( ᯤ ) riesho playlist ;

love somebody : gucci mane + young thug. seasons : wave to earth. everybody talks : neon trees. tongue tied : grouplove. love’s train : bruno mars. valentine : laufey. habang buhay : zack tabudlo. everyone adores you (at least i do) : matt maltese. glue song + take a bite : beabadoobee. sunny : rocco. old love : yuji + putri dahlia. 17 : pink sweat$.

riesho yumeship tag !! -> ❤︎

• ❥ extras. candid shot

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。ꪆ୧. 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓳𝓲𝓻𝓸 ⟡ ( MANJIRO SANO )

CHERJIRO LOOKS A LOT LIKE . . . 𓂃 𓋜

girl who hates gangsters + gang leader. late night motorcycle rides. only sharing his snacks with me. tutor! girlfriend × needs a tutor! boyfriend. streetsmart! boyfriend &&. booksmart! girlfriend. him walking on the side of the road. playing with his hair. him doodling all over my notes. wearing his hoodies like they're mine. cutting his hair. matching bracelets. disinfecting &&. bandaging his wounds. sleepovers. sneaking out to see him !!

( ᯤ ) cherjiro playlist ;

lily of the valley : daniel. sky walker : miguel + travis scott. i like me better : lauv. ms. jackson : outkast. 20191009 i like her : mac demarco. cupid’s chokehold : gym class heroes. burn : ¥s. infrunami : steve lacy. dancing in the moonlight : toploader. lay it down : lloyd. mona lisa : dominic fike. heaven sent : tevomxntana. wusyaname : tyler, the creator.

cherjiro yumeship tag !! -> ❤︎

• ❥ extras. she fell in love with a gangster ?!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。ꪆ୧. 𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓳𝓲 ⟡ ( CHOJI TOMIYAMA )

RIEJI LOOKS A LOT LIKE . . . 𓂃 𓋜

opposites attract. wearing his shishtoren jacket. him sneaking into bofurin territory + me going to shishitoren to visit each other. protective bf! & doesn’t really need protecting but likes it! gf. afternoon naps together. cuddling. cheek + nose kisses !! combing through his hair. “princess.” hyperactive bf & sleepy gf.

( ᯤ ) rieji playlist ;

apple cider + the perfect pair : beabadoobee. peach eyes : wave to earth. ride : hybs. kingston : faye webster. sweet life : frank ocean. absence of you : grentperez. saturn : sza.

rieji yumeship tag !! -> ❤︎

not here yet : ranrie + neirie + hayami + gamiki + yunrie + miran ( coming soon ❤︎ )

𓈒⠀⠀⠀ ︶︶⠀◟ † ◞⠀︶︶ ㅤ⠀ ⠀𓈒

[cutielatias]

🎆Músicas de 2023🎇

Hot wings(I wanna party)(sped up/slowed)(layalaya loop overlay)

E.T (cover by Everyone dies in Utah)

Sweetest poison (by Nu Pagadi)

Gladiator (by RaVaughn Brown)

Lollipop (candyman) (by Aqua)

Balkanize (by Tzusing)

Can't remember to forget you (cover by Midnight red)

(Don't fear) the reaper (by Blue Oyster)

Broke my car radio (slowed+reverb) (by Ericdoa)

Strong Enough (Bratz soundtrack)

Catch my breath (slowed & reverb) (by Kelly Clarkson)

Kiss Kiss (by Holly Valance)

When Did your heart go missing? (by Rooney)

Work it (Barbie Big City Big Dreams soundtrack)

Hey,Mickey! (by Baby Tate)

Casual Sex (by Darkest days)

Time Bomb (by All Time Low)

A Different side of me (by Allstar weekend)

Mr. Wonderful (by Allstar weekend)

Uniform (normal/instrumental) (by Bloc Party)

Go gyal (by Ahzee)

Alone (by Offer Nissim)

Se ela dança eu danço(DJ Lívia Drum remix) (by MC Leozinho)

Pra me provocar (by MC Koringa)

Girlfriend (by Hemlocke Springs)

Jenny (by The Click Five)

If you can't hang (by Sleeping with sirens)

Automotivo Super Mario World 2 (by DJ NK3)

Amber (by 311)

Under the influence(slowed/normal) (by Chris Brown)

S.O.S (Let the music play) (by Jordin Sparks)

Whirring (by The Joy Formidable)

Camera shy (by School Boy Humor)

Mary (by Alex G)

Why can't I (by Liz Phair)

Kiss me again (by ROY BEE)

Sueño Nikté (Nikté soundtrack)

Mr Loverboy (by Little Mix)

From zero to hero (by Sarah Connor)

Les z'anges (by Soan)

The boys are back (High School Musical 3 soundtrack)

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (by Paddock Park)

Only boy (in the world) (cover by Kevin Vasquez)

Hippo Grotto (v2) (Madagascar 2 game soundtrack)

L'Étoile D'afrique-#18 (normal/slowed/sped up) (by VDYCD)

You make me sick (by Pink)

Kugutsu (by Tsukiko amano)

Make you Love me (by Kaci Brown)

Tragic on the dancefloor (by Girl Friend)

Poison (by Girl Friend)

Bed Love (by Mario)

Destruir tudo de novo (by Dead Fish)

To tell you the truth (by Written by Wolves)

Self Love (by Metro Boomin)

Because the Night (Live Unplugged) (by 10,000 Maniacs)

Keep it Rolling (by Bloc Party)

Close To the Mirror (by Sylvain Lux)

Party Addict x Hotel room service (mashup)

I'II Do it (sped up/normal) (by Ayesha Erotica)

Alejandro (Rock cover by Helia)

Party Addict(sped up/slowed/normal) (by Kets4eki)

Chinatown (by Wild Nothing)

Gimme More (Jiafei ft Cupcakke version)

Unknown song "everybody knows that"

Cannibal love (by Horrormovies)

Ta Ta Ta (sped up/normal) (by Bayanni)

Hands Up! X Hey Baby (mashup) (sped up)

P.U.N.K. Girl (by Heavenly)

Mona Lisa (by Dominic Fike)

Distracted (by Honey Revenge)

Waste my time (by Girl Friend)

Fate (by Shiro Sagisu)

SHAKE THAT SHIT! (sped up/slowed/normal) (by Jnhygs)

More than friends (slowed+reverb/normal) (by INNA)

Jerk! (Sped up+reverb/slowed/normal) (by Jnhygs)

You & Me (by 6earlyhuman)

Ifeelsick (by Dion Dugas)

La canción de Alicia/Under the stars (lost media song)(both original version/cover by Richardvox)

Wine Pon You(normal/speed up) (by Doja Cat)

Can't remember to forget you (Acoustic cover by Siren Jean)

Moonlight (by Kali Uchis)

Calling (by Metro Boomin)

Bad Boy (KYANU Mix) (by Cascada)

Table For Two (by Nicole)

Back from the dead (by Skillet)

Undefeatable (Sonic Frontiers ost)

Sleepwalker (slowed) (by Akiaura)

Shinigami eyes (by Grimes)

Chammak challo (by Ra.One)

Me and my husband (by Mitski)

Met her on the internet (instrumental) (by Kempachii)

Look don't touch(normal/sped up/slowed) (by Odetari)

Sins (let me in) (by Kanii)

We Found Love (Glee Cast version)

L'Art Du Savoir (slowed/normal) (by VDYCD)

Sway (by Vanessa Carlton)

FASHION (by Britney Manson)

Say yes to heaven (by Lana del Rey)

High Life (by Bloc Party)

You're too slow (by Odetari)

Right side of the bed (by Atreyu)

Draw me Inside (by Skillet)

Not Tomorrow (Silent Hill soundtrack)

Wishful Thinking (Silent Hill 2 soundtrack)

Ecstacy (remix) (by Suicidal-Idol)

Himno Potaxie/ Ye Hua Xiang (by Jiafei)

Cry Baby (by Heidi)

Yutopia (by Heidi)

Suisou (by Heidi)

Dom Perignon (SATOMIC REMIX) (by Poshlaya molly)

Dumebi (by Rema)

If it's lovin on your mind (by Spice Girls)

How long (by Paula Toledo)

Hayyoda (by Anirudh Ravichander, Priya Mali)

As lovers Go (by Dashboard Confessional)

Donkey Kong Country 2- Bramble Blast x Hatsune miku

Life imitates life (by Quannic)

E.T. (Prismatic World Tour Instrumental with backing vocals)

Because of you (by Ne-Yo)

Not Responsible (slowed/speed up) (by Amon)

Get Back x 4 minutes (mashup)

Emily Brown (by Alice)

Miss Your Touch (by Cassie)

[bewitchingbaker]

The baker’s eyes focused on the dough in front of him, kneading it as close to perfection. As always, Luna’s Moonlight Delights was pretty busy. Abuela could be found making last minute changes to the menu, Camillo was lifting the latest delivery into the stock room while Alice prepped a few boxes for deliveries. Angela and Chris could be found prepping dough and various specials for the day. 

“....” Angela looked to Chris, opening her mouth to speak. Nothing. It had been pretty tense since Chris decided to come back and things were admittedly quiet since he moved back to Chicago. Even with his ability to portal back and forth, Angela didn’t feel the warm and welcoming aura that her nephew gave off.

Those puppy dog eyes now held tired bags and that dorky grin was nothing more than a Mona Lisa smile. She couldn’t blame him, after being possessed and going out of his way

For once, Chris took notice of this. Perhaps due to his time with Atieno, the baker became a little more aware of things. Especially his own actions and how they could come off.

“...You know,”Chris began. “Even with the family using me for a bargain with a demon and causing years of shit in spaces...it feels good to be back. I admittedly missed you guys.”

Angela blinked, offering a small smile. There was still that sweet nature in him, thank the Gods.

“I know everyone else won’t say it...but we’re happy to have you back. Plus, I appreciate you trying to fix things...”

[atolua]

𖥻  PARADISE ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚. spring of 2019

EDITION .. and she is lua, ateez's moonlight.

FEATURING .. lua's teezers & atinys

CW(S) .. mentions of blinding lights

MONA SAYS .. this is a lua centered word vomit.

blinding lights, ecstatic fans, heavy footfalls—all of them muddle into a gorgeous kaleidoscope. lua finds herself entranced by its beauty as she glides across the stage, her own warm breath fanning across her face.

while initially not included in her outfit, her unmasking in the performance video garnered favorable reactions, so the company felt it'd be best for the idol to do it again for the live stages.

(besides, the stylist adjusted the accessory to ensure her voice can still be heard clearly.)

don't get her wrong, lua's poured every fiber of her soul into each performance. but there was something about this stage—maybe the awareness that this was the final stage of her first era—that twisted the silver-haired woman's aura. it's possessed her; made space to let her have a taste of a performer’s ultimate level.

she is elegant, powerful, alluring.. the epitome of her namesake.

all but her and wooyoung remain standing. the camera hurriedly zooms in to capture wooyoung's signature move before panning over to her taking off the mask, unveiling her beauty for everyone to witness (and fall into).

once again, she sees the audience cheering, eagerly waving their lightsticks, but that isn't enough—no, she's going to be greedy this time.

so lua takes out her in-ear and lets the screams intoxicate her.

tears prick the corners of her eyes when she hears atinys cheering for them; as in, the nine of them.

“zhang yuehua! zhang yuehua! zhang yuehua!”

it's a tangle of screams—the members' names chanted over each other—but she can still hear hers uttered in that euphonious chaos. and then she looks at her members; takes in the pride painted on their countenances when they meet her gaze.

this is it.

this is a piece of paradise; her paradise.

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