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twogyuu · 4 months

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the unoriginal villain origin story [teaser]

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem!reader (ft. friend!Wonwoo)

Synopsis: In which Jeonghan and his friends recount the first time and the many "accidents" after that led to you 💙

Alternatively, throwback to the time you thought all the bleach he used to go blonde made him insane, but he was still equally wild years later -- and you were okay with it.

Genre: Fluff, crack, prequel to Wonwoo's Tasty Milk (and Cereal) and not just magic, dilf!jeonghan, uncle!wonwoo (he's engaged LOL), part university!au, part office romance (but not really?), mild E2L (they're not really enemies, but OC definitely trying to stay AWAY from Jeonghan at first), one-sided pining, he fell first but she fell harder and then he fell hardest(?) kind of story?,

Warnings: Profanity, mentions of food, one comment about Jeonghan getting reader pregnant (jokingly)

Teaser WC: 563 || est WC: ~8k

A/N: I should really make a masterlist for this anthology LOL.

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“So,” Leah starts with her mouth half-full, capturing the table’s attention. She’s quick to cover her lips and swallow her food before continuing. “I’m curious,” she points between Jeonghan and you, “How’d you two end up together? As long as I’ve known Wonwoo, you’ve been married.”

Immediately, Wonwoo snorts, nearly spitting out his dinner on his friend sitting across the table. Jeonghan scorns in disgust, frowning, offended as to why Wonwoo finds his fiance’s question amusing. In contrast, you seem to lose your appetite, silver fork clattering against your half-filled ceramic plate. You grow quiet, straightening your spine and avoiding eye contact like you were back in middle school, caught red-handed with a confession letter to your crush.

“I honestly thought she was going to end up with Baekho – she loathed Jeonghan with a passion,” Wonwoo chuckles to himself as he redirects his chopsticks at your husband. “But Jeonghan knocked her up – that’s what happened.”

“Okay,” Jeonghan is quick to interject. He raises his hands to cover his daughter's ears from Wonwoo's obscenities. Nina peers up at her dad innocentlu. sighing and shooting Wonwoo a bored, but annoyed look.“That’s not what happened – do you have to put it that way?”

The other man only shrugs his shoulders, raising his palms to the sky playing coy and oblivious.

Leah’s eyes flicker back and forth between you and your husband, then sweet Nina. Leah’s innocent smile slowly fading as you neither confirmed or answered. She isn’t aware that this was a sensitive topic for you and Jeonghan, and the last thing she wants to do is offend her fiance’s friends! The two of you just seem to get along so well and so in love, for lack of a better description, it’s hard for Leah to imagine much malice as to how you met and got together. Yet, this raises the additional worrisome, unfounded suspicion: Did you and Jeonghan just get married out of convenience?

No – that couldn’t be! Wonwoo is a sensible man; he wouldn’t be laughing if it was a pitiful marriage of convenience.

“She didn’t hate me,” Jeonghan starts to explain.

“She blocked your number after the blind date,” Wonwoo interjects.

You met during a blind date?

“It wasn’t even our blind date,” Jeonghan quickly shoots back. He clenches his jaw, clearly getting fed up with Wonwoo’s teasing.

This is certainly interesting for Leah . . . Jeonghan frequently annoyed Wonwoo, not that the latter gave the older gentleman the reaction he wanted, but it is rare to see Wonwoo get under Jeonghan’s skin.

“It wasn’t, which makes it all the funnier,” Wonwoo comments, “In fact, she was technically,” Wonwoo holds his fingers up in air quotes, “‘my blind date.’”

“I was merely doing you a favor by tagging along – and it was free food!” you finally exclaim, frowning at Wonwoo.

Wonwoo waves you off, smirking, “Jeonghan was down bad.”

Confused, Leah holds up a hand to silence the bickering. She shakes her head, “Wait, wait, wait – please start from the beginning. I didn’t grow up with you guys, so I’m so lost.”

Like those corny rom-coms, you and Jeonghan turn to look at each other at the same time, exchanging a knowing, tired look. There’s a bashful tinge to your expression; interestingly, the corner of Jeonghan’s lips quirks up in a crooked, smug smile.

Sure, you may have resisted (NOT hate) him at first, and Wonwoo can make fun of him all he wants, but it’s Yoon Jeonghan who won in the end.

After all, you're sitting next to him at the dinner of your shared home as his wife and Nina's mom after all.

#jeonghan x reader #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios

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quietmouse7 · 10 months

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Good eats, gorgeous weather…. Been v busy re working and volunteering, but relaxing time soon. Super lovely cupcake, microwaved of course w custard. Also, I loved this quote about nature and art…. 😌🌳 speaks volumes. Sending love x

#food #healthy eating #foodie #personal #update #help i’m a student #uni #foodies #student #mental health #yum #tasty #quote #chocolate #yummy

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lunastrophe · 3 months

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BG3 Drow Lore 🕷️ How To Feed Your Drider

Driders are predators - as soon as the newly transformed drider recovers to some degree from the trauma of change, he begins to crave warm-blooded prey.

Kar'niss probably has no need to hunt for his own prey, being the Absolute's follower. The shadow-cursed lands may be completely desolated - but there is surely more than enough warm blood (...or expendable warm-blooded prisoners) in the Moonrise dungeons to keep him well-fed and strong for a long period of time. Who knows, maybe he even perceives it as yet another blessing of "his Majesty"?

Because in the Underdark, a satisfying prey is not so easy to come by...

🕷️ Thirst For Blood - drider needs to consume blood of a warm-blooded creature at least once every four days because after this time, lack of sustenance begins to affect him: hungry drider grows physically weaker with every passing day and can ultimately die.

It is not really known if driders, besides feeding on blood, consume also bodies of their prey. It is also not known if they can eat and digest regular food - provided they have access to it.

🕷️ Hunting - driders often use traps and ambush their targets. They like to hunt near places that attract warm-blooded creatures seeking food and water (fungal forests, subterranean lakes), near abandoned ruins, or occasionally even around underground settlements or routes.

Sometimes, instead of hunting, driders lure prey into their lairs, attracting attention of an unfortunate passerby with dancing lights spell or other simple trick. Some more powerful driders do not even need to hunt often, enjoying more or less secure access to food (see the quote).

🕷️ Table Manners - driders normally try not to damage their future meal too much. Ruining the prey's body (and its tasty blood) with burning or corrosive spells, for example - or making the wounded prey bleed profusely all over the ground - would be a terrible waste, after all.

Driders also do not like to eat in a hurry. They prefer to weaken and / or immobilize their prey first, and then drain blood at leisure. Some descriptions suggest that driders who are able to spin webs sometimes cocoon corpses of their victims and then hang them in their lairs to consume them later.

Drider's teeth after trasformation become sharp to help deliver venomous bites and drain blood from their prey.

Summary:

🔹 make sure your drider gets a good quality, warm-blooded prey (or an adequate amount of warm blood) at least once every four days,

🔹 before offering your drider a regular food, remember to make sure first that he can safely eat it,

🔹 allow your drider to enjoy his meal at his own pace, preferably in a comfortable, secluded and quiet place,

🔹 if your drider wants to provide for himself, you can help him find a suitable lair surrounded with good hunting grounds and...

🔹 ...important! - discuss boundaries as early as possible, because no one wants their companions or camp followers accidentally ending up as a drider's meal,

🔹 all right, Dark Urge, maybe you want - but remember that you still need at least some of them...

For more of my drow lore ramblings, feel free to check my pinned post 🕷️

#kar'niss #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #drider #kar’niss #karniss #bg3 drow lore #bg3 kar'niss #baldurs gate 3 #dnd lore #drider care sheet

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dutifullynuttywitch · 2 months

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A Whitetower Festival

Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Mal Volari x Autumn Nightbloom, Wren Volari x Vivi Volari

Rating: Teen (fluff)

Word count: 1900

@choicesfebruary2024 for Eros, pragma

Summary: Mal and Autumn enjoy their first Whitetower festival of friendship and love surrounded by friends and family.

Quote by the wonderful @aallotarenunelma thank you my friend I absolutely adore it! 🥰

Mal awakens to the sounds of boisterous laughter rising up from the children’s bedrooms a floor below. A quick glance at the beautiful woman sleeping next to him confirms his suspicion, Autumn could sleep through a bloody earthquake undisturbed! Chuckling, he places a soft kiss onto her forehead before gently disentangling himself.

Today would be a busy day.

It was Whitetower’s annual festival of friendship and love, a joyous celebration filled with music, storytelling, dancing and tasty foods from across the realm.

Mal had always enjoyed the festivities.

As a child, he’d dart between the rows upon rows of market stalls filling the main streets, stealing sweets to bring back to his sister Wren and the other orphans. Wren loved the candied lollipops while he favored the caramel-filled chocolate figurines of the Lovers Ittar and Bakshi, only sold on such a special day. He’d wander around for hours under the flickering lights of lanterns, captivated by the riveting tales of adventures and star-crossed lovers sung by bards across the public plazas. The annual festival was one of the few times he’d truly felt like a kid.

As an adult his enjoyment had shifted to the rowdy inns and drunken debauchery – drinking and swindling lordlings of their coins at card games, dancing the night away in the company of pretty ladies and the occasional Contessa.

This year he had very different reasons to look forward to the celebrations. It was the first he would spend with Autumn. And the first they’d share with the children they were caring for at the orphanage. Mal and Autumn had enlisted the help of Nia, Wren and Vivi to help them watch over the dozen rowdy children so they could all enjoy the festival’s offerings.

He quickly dresses and bounds down the stairs from their attic bedroom. He’s met by a whirlwind of tiny bodies and limbs greeting him and tugging at his clothes for attention, all talking at once about dreams they had last night, a game of knights and dragons they wanted him to join in on, if they could have pancakes - no, eggs - for breakfast…

“Well good morning to you too!” Mal chuckles as he guides them towards the kitchen and sets upon preparing breakfast, fielding excited questions about the festival.

“Good morning children!”

“Morning miss Autumn!”

Autumn makes her way towards Mal, stopping to hug and affectionately greet the children.

“You didn’t wake me, again. I see you’re not making your Heroes of Morella pancakes this morning?” She wraps her arms around him, peering over at the stove.

“Morning Kit, figured you could use the extra sleep.” He kisses her lightly, distracted by the eggs and sausages sizzling in various large skillets “And those pancakes are the one thing you can do better than me in the kitchen, I figured I’d let you have that little victory.”

“I see your ego’s still bruised from that particular defeat. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to remind you of it every single morning, your magnificence.” Autumn smirks as she reaches for the coffee.

“Now see, for my pride to be wounded it would’ve had to have been a fair fight –”

He turns around and takes her in, almost dropping the skillet.

“Kit, you’re…”

Mal swallows, momentarily at a loss for words as Autumn twirls gracefully, showing off a new red satin dress she bought specifically for the festival, delicate lace worked up the sleeves and bodice.

“Speechless my love?” She teases, trailing a finger along his jaw. “Am I beautiful, stunning, the most striking woman you’ve laid eyes on? To think you once won me over with your silver tongue!”

He quickly recovers, pulling her close.

“Kit, you’re all of those things and more. You’re absolutely ravishing in that little number. In fact, I think I’m going to march you right back up to the bedroom, festival be damned.” He whispers before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, hands tracing the lacy detailing along the bodice.

“In front of the children, brother, really?”

Wren chides from the doorway, moving aside to let her wife Vivi and Nia in. The children run over to greet the familiar faces.

“Priestess Nia, look at my light orb! I’ve been practicing just like you showed me!” Young Daniel produces a bright white orb of magic, proudly floating it high above him.

“Good job! You’ve been working on your breathing exercises, Daniel, I’m very proud of you.” Nia beams down at the smiling child, as Lini and Matt approach her, creating their own small orbs to show her their progress.

“Miss Vivi, did you bring us any of your honey almond sweet rolls?” The twins Navina and Nico ask excitedly.

“Miss Wren, will you teach us how to draw again?” Little Mia looks up at Wren, smiling shyly.

Mal waves at them from the kitchen, busily plating the breakfast while Autumn joins the onslaught, wrapping each woman in a warm hug before ushering everyone over to the dinning table.

“I see you’ve dressed for the occasion!” Wren smiles, taking in Autumn’s bright red dress.

After an animated breakfast, the gang heads out towards the festival.

The adults walk up a busy street lined with vibrant market stalls, keeping a close eye as the children excitedly run up and down the stalls, playing tag and marvelling at the colourful foods and wares. Mal and Nia stop at a few stalls teeming with candies to purchase treats for the children.

“I wanted to surprise your brother. You know he’s been talking about this festival for weeks?”

“Judging by what we interrupted this morning it seems to have worked!"

Autumn smirks "He was quite... appreciative."

"My dear, you could wear a burlap sac and my brother-in-law would still find you the prettiest woman in the realm."

The three women giggle at the thought.

"You know, Mal always enjoyed Whitetower’s celebrations. Those were some of the few days where we could just relax and have a bit of fun."

Autumn's heart twists as she thinks of Mal and Wren's difficult childhood. Vivi gives her wife's hand a soft squeeze.

Wren kisses her before continuing, "Did he tell you he’d sneak me out of the orphanage and steal the most delicious sweets? We’d sit down by that fountain over there stuffing our faces. I spent hours marvelling at the pretty women dancing, twirling around in their colourful dresses.” She grins at the memories.

“Those pretty women impressed you so much you up and married one!” Vivi jokes, planting a soft kiss on her wife’s lips.

“True, I went and found the prettiest of all and tricked her into falling in love with me."

"No trickery required when one is as charming, talented, gorgeous as you, my love."

Autumn smiles as the two women share a tender moment.

“Wren, I’m so glad you and Mal had each other growing up. And that you and Vivi found each other later in life. You’ve endured your share of hardships, but you created such a loving family.”

“And we’re glad you’ve been patient enough to endure our Mal! I had given up hope he’d ever find someone to settle down with. You are family too, you know? Even though my goofball of a brother hasn’t grown a pair yet to officialise it.”

Wren grins widely at Autumn’s rapidly flushing cheeks.

“Wren, we live together, are literally running an orphanage together. Can’t get much more official than that…”

“Sure.” Wren and Vivi share an amused look.

Just then, Mal approaches, a hand behind his back and a mischievous smile touching his lips.

“Kit, close your eyes and open your mouth.”

She looks at him suspiciously but oblidges.

She gasps at the burst of flavours hitting her tastebuds, the richness of chocolate mixing with salty caramel.

“Hmm this is heaven.”

She sighs as he hands her another small chocolate statuette sculpted to resemble the lovers Ittar and Bakshi.

“These are my absolute favorite! I’d wait all year to steal them as a kid.”

“Please tell me you actually purchased these ones?”

“Naturally, Kit, wouldn’t want to be a bad example to the children!” Mal winks.

“You mean a worse example than you already are, recounting your heists as bedtime stories!”

“They love my stories!”

“And they’ll want to follow your example.”

“But see, that’s where you and Nia explain to them how virtuous heroes always win and voila – no harm done!”

Mal flashes her a devilish grin and takes her hand before she can argue any further, pulling her towards an open area where Nia and some of the children are dancing to the lively music of a bard.

He expertly twirls her around the plaza, then dips her, delighting in Autumn’s melodious laugh. They lock eyes, losing themselves in the moment, gliding along to the joyous rhythm of the melody.

"You know, Mal, this could quite possibly be the first dance we share where we're not in mortal danger."

"Kit you may be right. I hope this isn't too boring for your tastes?"

She smiles at him, "Nah, this is perfect."

He steals a kiss as the last melodious notes echoe across the square.

They change partners, Autumn starting a vivacious jig with Nia as he lifts little Lini, spinning the giggling girl around. Wren and Vivi join in, sharing a tender dance before joining hands with several of the children in one large circle dance. The group spends the following hours dancing, laughing, playing games with the children and trying all manner of sweets.

As the sun sets, they gather around the main square’s large fountain, smiling contentedly, bodies and minds satiated. Some of the younger children start yawning, the day’s excitement finally catching up to them.

Once all the children are tucked in, Mal ushers Autumn up to their bedroom and onto the rooftop. He lays down thick blankets and takes her into his arms as they settle down with contented sighs.

They part ways with Wren, Vivi and Nia, Mal and Autumn carrying little Lini and Mia home as the other children run ahead, chattering happily if a little more subdued.

The soft notes of a romantic ballad waft up from the festivities down below. Above them, the night sky is alit with thousands of twinkling stars.

“I’ve been wanting to steal some time alone with you all day, kit… and get you out of that beautiful dress the moment I saw you in it.” He smiles, tracing his fingers lightly along the lace down her arm and bodice, making her shiver.

“I take it you enjoyed your present?” Autumn smiles sweetly at him, reaching up to kiss him softly.

“If by enjoyed you mean tortured every second of the day that I couldn’t whisk you away, rip it off and kiss you breathless, then yes, Autumn, I very much enjoyed my present.” Mal chuckles, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

“It does feels like we don’t have much time to ourselves these days. Though the children had such a wonderful time today. As did I. And it was lovely to spend time with your sister, Vivi and Nia.”

Mal gazes down at her, suddenly a little hesitant.

“Autumn, I realize that I started this orphanage while you were… trapped away… I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated in any way if this is not the life you had imagined for yourself.”

“Mal, look at me,” she cups his face gently, “I am exactly where I want to be, with whom I want to spend my life with. Taking care of these children with you fills me with such joy and a sense of purpose. I love you, and I love this life we are building together. Don’t you ever doubt it.”

“Gods I was hoping you’d say that.” Mal murmurs relieved, capturing her lips in another fiery kiss.

They continue to share loving kisses long into the night, lulled by the gentle music floating up from Whitetower’s celebrations.

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #blades of light and shadow 2 #mal volari x mc #mal volari x autumn nightbloom

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jenchann · 1 year

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How We Look

This one for all those beautiful melanin girls.

Pairing : Dark/tan/brown/black f!reader x Chan. Bf x Gf.

Genre: Words of affirmation, Chan being Reassuring, Dark Skin Female Reader, Chan comforting reader, slightly suggestive at the end, dirty/explicit talk, bf!Chan being fluffy and horny for you.

You were pretending to be okay, amongst the chaos that was happening. You pretended to not care about them, after all it was quite common for people to gossip about a celebrity's life. Especially their love life. People made up shit and theorized if they even looked at other people's direction.

Now pictures of you and other fans with StrayKids members was circulating out from their VIP meet and greet, posted by the sponsors of the show. At first it was all well, people were half jealous and half happy that other fans got to meet the boys. People even checking out how the fans were dressed and how attractive they looked. All usual, y'know. What happened afterwards was the primary issue, a photo of you talking with Chan looking at you with a big smile all attentive besides Seungmin who was looking away from the same event was leaked from a shady source. They claimed that you and Chan were doing the dirty which gave way for hundred more gossips that dragged and painted you worse- a gold digger, a whore, a sasaeng, a hooker. Many were loosing their minds over how you looked, how he looked.

People were commenting and quoting downright hurtful and mean statements while very very few kept the others in line. And it was about your skintone. You wouldn't let it get to you but things were getting difficult at your work, it was affecting you, making you anxious.

You were contemplating your choices in life and that took a toll in your confidence. You were scared to standup for yourself though Chan assured he'd have everything taken care of. But reading these still hurt you more, it was amazing that this topic was already beginning to become a hot topic within days.

Bundled in your bedsheet bunched on the floor below the sofa, you sat buried in the soft pillow-y comfort. Vision blurred, lashes blinking them away as the light of the television reflected onto it at frequent intervals as if soothing you. Chest heaved to breath out air to slow down your heart.

"Baby, I'm home" a cheerful voice coated with thick accent came from the porch of your house.

You strained your neck towards the entrance door, looking to confirm the voice again. You abandoned your comfy haven, feet thunking against the cold tiles as you opened the inside lock, the door releasing with a soft click.

You hugged him as he came in, a kiss landing your forehead as a habit. You kept hugging him after he took off his shoes and planted a kiss on his chest.

"I missed you baby" Chris craddled your face in his palms as he kissed your lips.

"I missed you too love" his hug was always warm and comfortable, you already wanted to melt in his arms.

You both loaded up your plates with jiggae and the fried chicken you heated up that you brought an hour ago, which got cold faster under the chilly autumn weather. You sat between his legs below the sofa each gobbling down the tasty food as you both continued watching the film.

"Chan, do you think I'm beautiful?" You asked after cleaning up after yourself.

Silence met your question, your eyes watering as you blinked rapidly.

"Of course you are pretty baby, look at me" he slowly analysed you as he replied.

You sniffled, eyes meeting his glazed ones at his command.

"Baby, what happened?" his voice sounded concerned as his eyes roamed over your face.

"Are you hurt anywhere? Did you hurt yourself? Did anything happen while I was away?" His strong hands jerked you around turning you hands - out and in, making you turn your body to either sides as his hands lovingly caressed from your shoulders to your waist down.

You were straddling him on the couch now, his strong arms engulfing you protectively and you couldn't pretend anymore. Dropping your weight on his chest, head in the crook of his neck, you let out a choked sob.

"Love, my darling you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Would you tell me what happened?"

It took sometime for you to let out your emotions. Eyes all puffy and nose turning a deep red against your dark skin. You shoved the article in his face in your phone and you didn't even wait to watch his reaction as you plopped down against him. Sniffles echoed in his ear, so his hands caressed you like back softly back and forth. He swiped though the article as he soothed you.

His other hand soon joined to hug you so tight that you couldn't handle it even for five seconds. Tapping on his shoulder as you croaked in relief when he released.

"Good lord, you are getting stronger"

"Your are so fucking pretty that you are the only person I see. And you know what's better? You, your heart. And that's the most beautiful love I've ever gotten to experience. No matter what anyone says, you are beautiful, sexy, ravishing, pretty and delicious just the way you are Missy. They don't know the amazing human being that you are. They are just jealous that you got me all for yourself. How you look and what colour you skin is doesn't matter to me and those people are the ones who need to change their mindset."

"You are not dirty, you are not disgusting. The people who say these are the ones who are truly disgusting. They can't see past a physical outlook and that's too sad don't you think? I only see the amazing person you are"

You cried harder as you gazed into his eyes.

"People should never make you feel inadequate for the way you are, especially for the way you look okay? I know you are my strong baby and you don't need me to say these stuffs but you are never what they say you to be based on your skin colour by making it seem dirty. They don't know anything bout you and me, us."

Cuddling in his chest you ask "What do you love about me?"

"Everything"

You pouted as your head tipped to see his face. He laughed as he saw you cranning to glare at him.

"Hurry up and tell me already" you let out an annoyed snark.

"Hmmm..." His voice dipped lower now, his veiny hands fondling your ass softly massaging them.

"You are all tense baby, relax, we are gonna get out of this strong. You are strong. The company is gonna release a statement tomorrow. It's gonna be alright."

And so you did like his voice did a spell on you.

"Would you answer my question please" your muffled voice vibrated against his sternum.

"I love your eyes, you fat button nose-"

"My nose does not look like a fat button-"

"Your plump-y juicy lips, you pretty neck and your collarbones that I mark-up very very prettily, your breasts- yes the best part" his voice lowered sexily and you knew how this was gonna go "they are so fucking soft and squishy and your hips- Fucking.God." his low growl vibrated against your ears, stirring up your lower half.

"Chan" you voice quietly pleaded.

"You know what, I'll just show you how I love you as I watch you squirt all over my face when you come baby"

"STOOPPPP" you squealed.

You jerked as he flipped you to show you why he loves you, manhandling just the way you liked to be handled rough sometimes.

"Another thing I find amusing is that they'd never know how good we'd look with you chocolate legs wrapped around me as I pound into you as I make love to you baby. How I can still make your dark skin flush under my hands prettily, all for me. Just for me."

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