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childsplqy-96 · 8 months
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im a slut for bubbly cute who is actually really buff/angry little bitch who thinks they are strong x nice but serious and responsible who has a lot of feelings
its cute
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mistysgardenn · 2 months
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rewatching ahs with my dad is such an Experience like he’s convinced the intro says the word biscuits (???), he approves of bananun (!!!), and he called misty dumb and weird (😭😭😭) but ended up saying she was his fav from coven in the end LMAO
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black404dick · 3 months
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cissa-calls · 11 months
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The way I now want to start my bananun art era 👉👈 pls and thx
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sapph1cally · 2 years
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Losing The Habit (Lana Winters x Mary Eunice)
CW: smut, pwp.
enjoy!!<3
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Mary Eunice walked the halls until she heard a soft whimpering coming from Lana Winters's cell. She had formed a friendship with Lana over the past couple of weeks however she knew that it put her in jeopardy to do so. Even so, she creaked the door open,
“Lana?” The nun called, and as she stepped in to look for Lana the door shut behind her.
“I’ve been waiting for you baby.” Lana cooed Mary Eunice gasped, she was completely naked and brushed the nun's ass with her hand as she sat down on the old ratty bed that she was forced to sleep on for nearly a month.
“You nuns have done so much for me, given me a place to start over as a straight woman… too bad it didn’t work.”
Mary stepped towards her “Lana you- you’re beautiful. I was never a part of the shock therapy I never wanted that I-“
Lana grabbed her hand, and solemnly pulled her onto the bed
“Darling, do yourself a favor and shut up. We both know what you want, all you have to do is ask nicely and I won’t hesitate to fuck you until the sun comes up” the patient said, caressing the nun’s cheek and whispering inches from her face
Lana wasn’t expecting the blonde to give in so quickly, but before she knew it Mary had collided her mouth with her own, lips dancing with Lana’s tongue as she let out a small moan.
Suddenly, Lana pulled away. She always liked being a tease. Mary looked at her, the lust visible in her gaze.
“Oh, ready for me now honey? You’re easier than I thought. Alright, strip. Right here.”
Mary Eunice happily obliged, shedding her habit and leaving her completely naked.
“No underwear?” Lana teased
“What a slut.” She said, scanning the nun's beautiful untouched body with her eyes
As Mary Eunice sat back on the bed, Lana began massaging one of her breasts as she laid kisses down her body, nipping at her sweet spot on her neck causing her to exert a soft moan. The brunette kept going until she reached the woman’s aching center and then stopped.
“What do you want me to do to you?” she asked.
Mary Eunice whimpered “please, please I need you, Lana”
“You need me to…. What?” Lana said, smirking up at the nun.
“Oh God Lana please fuck me,” Mary Eunice said, her voice airy and full of desire.
Immediately Lana got to work, circling the woman’s aching clit with her tongue, teasing her, and causing a line of soft moans to sound from her mouth. As she circled her clit, she began eating her out, devouring the nuns virgin pussy sloppily and feeling her thighs clenching around her head as she did so.
Lana stopped, and Mary Eunice begged “Please, baby doesn’t stop you feeling so good please fuck me, please I need your sweet mouth. I’m aching for you”
Lana could feel the woman was close seconds ago, so this time she went for it, circling the bundle of nerves and devouring the woman’s sensitive center.
“Cum for me baby, I wanna hear all those pretty little noises you make”
She felt Mary’s thighs clench harder than before and heard her moan louder than she had before as she came undone.
As the nun came down from her high, she sat on the bed, leaning against the wall.
Lana sat up next to her and held her hand, kissing her deeply.
“Hey, now you know how good you taste.”
Mary laid her head on Lana’s shoulder and put her hands around her waist.
“Guess I’ll have to get you back for that soon, my love.” The nun said, cuddled into the brunette's embrace
“Guess so, but for now let’s stay just like this. I have a feeling this is the beginning of something special.” Lana said, and just like that they fell asleep, in the cold cell of a room, snuggled together for warmth.
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dreamypqulson · 1 year
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dare i write my first lana x mary fic?
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yumyumzombie · 6 months
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So hi!
I was already here once, but due to the fact that I still write fics and even draw something, I decided to restore this account. I do a lot of things for different fandoms and I hope that people who like what I do will like it!!
My name is Sasha, I am Ukrainian. So hello everyone (again)!
On AO3, I write something under the nickname "Ravish_me_red" :pp
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newtorture · 2 months
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I love getting into shit when it's decades past its prime
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emiiysprentiss · 2 years
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iateawasp · 2 years
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mistletoe 🎄❤️
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Just lil old Lana banana and her devil~
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betchiwilleatyou · 2 years
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posting bananun smut at midnight omg couldnt possibly be me
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mistysgardenn · 3 months
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Birthday Girl
The cake sat on the table, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the occasion.
Mary Eunice’s birthday.
It came every year like clockwork, no matter how much Lana willed it not to. A day full of pain. A day full of things she just couldn’t let go of.
As she sat alone at her kitchen table, she remembered that fateful day she’d learned of the nun’s tragic demise. The hardest thing Lana had ever had to do was act like she was fine after the monsignor had told her.
Because, after everything, Lana loved Mary Eunice. And she probably always would. She celebrated her birthday every year, and she visited her grave more than she’d like to admit.
Lana sighed. The small breath made the flames of the candles flicker precariously.
“I miss you,” she whispered, blowing them out.
She rested her head in her hands and gazed at the flowers resting on the counter. They were white lillies for Mary’s grave. Their gently curved petals and fragile stems reminded her all too well of that sweet, innocent Mary she’d known for such a short time.
Funny how that wasn’t the Mary she’d first fallen for.
Lana abandoned the cake and picked up the flowers, mentally preparing herself to visit Mary’s tombstone again. Walking towards the door, she looked back at the empty table one last time. For just a moment, she glimpsed what could’ve been: her and Mary, the blonde smiling as she blew out her candles. It would’ve been the first of many birthdays they’d spend together.
She blinked, and the vision was gone.
Lana swiped away the tears on her cheeks and reached for the doorknob. Every year, she felt her heart break all over again, just like that.
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black404dick · 3 months
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🍑🍆
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mulherviado · 3 years
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American Horror Story: Asylum headers
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- like if u like it
- reblog if you save it :)
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thefandomlesbian · 3 years
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bananun 🫁 (am I doing this right)
(yes maam you are!!)
"Wild and Lonely" by Melissa Etheridge
Lana escaped the asylum and got the proper authorities involved, and Briarcliff was permanently closed, all of the Sisters within reassigned. Sister Mary Eunice's life was saved by the quick actions of Dr. Arden after the demon left her body. She finds herself placed in a convent in Boston, recovering from her injuries but still spiritually wounded with little support.
Meanwhile, Lana finds herself with no other options than to turn to the church for support. Wendy was the breadwinner, and without her income, she's looking down the barrel of losing her home. She needs the church to help her place the infant she's expecting. In exchange, the church is fairly insistent that she receive spiritual counseling. After being cloistered in a closed room with a priest triggers her, she finds herself assigned an old enemy as a wannabe therapist with eyes far too haunted to bear anyone else's grief.
Lana is angry. Mary Eunice is too heartbroken to have any anger inside of her. But as Lana loses her home in the months before the publication of her novel, she has no choice but to move into the home for unwed mothers where Mary Eunice provides her a bed and meals. Mary Eunice is kind to her and quiet. Lana doesn't understand what happened to the evil woman who broke her down bit by bit inside the asylum, but she almost wishes that Mary Eunice would come back. This new one is too pitiful to receive her anger.
They grow closer in the months preceding Johnny's birth, albeit reluctantly. When the time comes for Lana to deliver, she has no one to invite to the hospital with her, so Mary Eunice accompanies her. Lana publishes her novel. Royalties begin to roll in. She can afford to live now, live on her own, and she has no place in the home for unwed mothers now that she's no longer expectant.
But navigating postpartum life is a minefield all its own. She finds herself returning to the church to see Mary Eunice. Eventually, one thing leads to another, and Mary Eunice teaches her to be the friend of her body once again. In doing so, she violates her own vows, spitting the face of the God who has given her shelter for all of these years. But in worshipping Lana's body, she finds her faith coming to life once again. As Lana learns to stop treating her body like the enemy that betrayed her in her worst moments, Mary Eunice learns to find all of the love she had for God in a new way.
Lana is offered a deal to move to the West Coast for her telereporter position. Finally, Mary Eunice is confronted with the reality: She has to choose between her love for Lana and her faith that brought them together.
Lana doesn't ask to be chosen. She knows Mary Eunice would resent her for that. She leaves quietly. She mourns in silence.
It's weeks later when a bedraggled Mary Eunice lands on her doorstep in California, having hitchhiked across the entire country in her tattered coif and habit, walking away from everything she has ever known for Lana.
Together again, they move forward, healing and rejoicing.
Also I know this isn't gonna matter but this made me realize how much this song is definitely a Bananun song, like.
"A raging hollow emptiness I feel, the night is cold and I'm alone, come take the wheel."
"Because you've seen me in my cage, cursed, I've been betrayed. Tonight, I've lost my way. Don't you want to save me? Don't you want to stone me?"
"An angry craving seeps into my skin. It's all too much, I need to touch you once again."
Etheridge poured so much lesbian craving into this song. She has quite a few songs reckoning faith with her homosexuality (many much more explicit than this one) but this one hit me with this beautiful montage of genius.
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