#m3.

[beclynn-herondale]

What's your favorite color?

Hi dear thanks for the ask and I hope all is well 🖤❤

I actually have a couple

Black, red, purple, grey, gold, orange in some shades, green in some shades, blue in some shades.

Thanks again

🖤❤🖤🧡🖤💛🖤💚🖤💙🖤💜🖤

[mgmona]

i want the k pls

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  8  :  EYELID KISS.

slumber transforms her. metamorphosis at its finest; she cannot see straight and her fingers are delightfully numb and she is miles from being in her right mind, but even mona can sense the change in akira as she falls deeper into nightly oblivion. there, in the dark of the room, in the pale wane of the moon, mona sees her bloom.

she has never denied the fact that the younger girl was beautiful -- but more than beautiful, she was passionate. wild tigress reborn with a human’s spine, with claws in the form of cutting wit and sharp teeth substituted for an even sharper tongue. akira is all razor edges and dragon’s fire ensconced within a slender ribcage, and for all of the faults the other girl may possess, mona -- satin-soft mona, gentle and pliable and weak mona -- still wishes that, sometimes, she were more like her.

but now, in the ivory light that streams from her window, mona realizes that even the most ferocious of tigresses can look vulnerable when they are asleep.

she sees: that instead of crooked smiles and a chin held high, there is kindness in the slope of her mouth and youthfulness in the bump of her nose. she sees: that for all of her proud demeanour and the hollowed dark circles from eyes that have seen too much, akira is, at the end of the day, still a girl.

it does not make her any less beautiful. in fact, it just makes her more wonderful.

mona’s never had a sister, but she imagines that this is what they would do: tuck the stray hair behind her ear, bring the covers up to her chin, and kiss her forehead goodnight. mona misses in her inebriated state, lips grazing akira’s closed eyes instead -- the younger girl shifts, but her slumber is deep. she does not stir.

[mgmona]

I want the K

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  5  :  FIRM KISS.

there is a crackling electricity that runs through her veins whenever he looks at her, hooded eyes behind dark hair, glittering darkly, with feeling. she knows that look, and she basks in it – drinks it in like she is parched in the desert and his gaze is her salvation, holy water. mona knows, all too well, what it means – what he means.

but she does not give in. even when her spine shivers with need and her fingers yearn for the feel of his skin taut beneath them, mona does not give in. she is a woman, with cunning in her breast and tenacity in her marrow, and if there is anything she has learned from her ceaseless studying and her own experiments it is that women, in every circumstance, are much better at biting their tongue in resolution against the opposite sex.

he does not make it easy for her. mona remembers this morning’s blatant attempt at sabotage – towel ‘slipping’, fumbling hands, right when she bumps into him by the bathroom door; so, too, does she recall this afternoon, when he comes home from his shift at the coffeelab perfectly rumpled, white button-up untucked in just the right way, buttons half-done, sleeves rolled up how she likes them. she’d nearly caved then, but she grit her teeth and feigned calm, and eventually, he’d shuffled away to their bedroom, despondent his plan had failed.

if august jeo thinks he can win by getting naked, well.

two can play that game.

and mona, for all her soft lines and good graces, is a woman determined to win.

and she does so; so easily that she almost breaks facade at the scene before her, of august jeo so utterly flabbergasted upon gazing at her. clad in his favorite babydoll, a translucent pink that makes her skin look ivory; quiet, muted allure in all of its glory. she stretches ( he groans ), and climbs into the bed beside him, calm until her death – mona even manages to offer him a small, friendly smile. goodnight, she chirps, before slipping underneath the covers and extinguishing her light.

two seconds later and august is hovering on top of her; it’s less of a want and more of a need in his eyes and that is when mona knows: she has won. “we said no touching,” she quips; he scoffs, shuffles so she is between his legs and his splayed hands catch strands of her brown locks. “unless you’re ready to admit defeat,” mona continues, eyeing him meaningfully, fingers hovering around his chest – almost, not quite.

it is silent – but it isn’t, what with the blood rushing in her ears and her heart throbbing madly. and then–

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have stolen your yandere simulator guide. forgive me?”

mona does not respond. not when her lips are already on his, firm and needy and uncorking the want she’d kept at bay inside of her – hands roaming freely, bodies melding, heartbeats syncing. thank god he’d caved – she didn’t know if she could have held out for too much longer. because she is mona and he is august and what kind of life would it be if they were not together, in every sense of the word?

[mgmona]

I want the K

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  1  :  HOT, STEAMY KISS.

she breathes soft sighs of pleasure through flower petal lips. 

in this moment, she thinks, she has found felicity -- overflowing, unadulterated bliss. the electric feel of their warm bodies pressed against each other, his slender fingers combing her hair, clumsy in his hasty attempts free the bare skin of her back from her coiled tresses.

arched spine, taut muscles loosening, flushed cheeks, her body unwinding wonderfully in the heat of the moment, in the warmth of the space. she shivers underneath jaewook’s fingers, at the tantalizing way they run circles over the silk of her skin; at how they mould to her shape so easily one moment, pressure her the next. he hits a sore spot with practiced expertise and she cannot help the murmurs of satisfaction that burst forth in long, shuddering exhales.

yes, mona thinks.

the sauna was a good idea.

getting jaewook to give her a back massage was an even better one.

“oh, this is lovely,” the girl whispers in contentment, body shifting herself closer to jaewook’s hands, to be better under his ministrations; his chest is so close she can almost feel the heat radiating off from his bare skin, though mona herself can barely spot him through the cloud of steam. nevertheless, she turns around to try to face him anyway, lips parted in her muted joy. “you weren’t lying when you said you were good at this, jae. i’m impressed.”

willowy fingers dart upwards, cautiously feeling for the familiar lines of jaewook’s jaw. once they find their goal, her palms quickly follow, cupping his cheeks, flushed from the temperature ( or is it because of her? ). she leans in, steals a soft kiss on his heated lips, pulls back to feel his forehead. “you’re a little pink; is it too warm for you?”

[mgmona]

I want the K, SHRUGS

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  13  :  STOMACH KISS.

if she hears him complain about this one more time mona is truly going to scream. she sympathizes with him, she does. it’s hard to resist the temptation that is the perfectly golden mcdonald’s fry -- mona never can, and she pays the price for it every time she feels her chest constrict during a routine pilates movement and every day she has to fast walk to yonsei to avoid tardiness. but she has acquiesced herself to the fate of her arteries, because she will never stop eating mcdonald’s fries -- the rest of her is just going to have to deal with it.

jooheon, unfortunately, has not found his own inner peace with this very serious issue. it is why mona has found herself perched at the foot of his bed, critically surveying the curled-up shell of the man beside her, torn between leaving him be and physically mangling some sense into him.

“jooheon,” she releases in a short breath, voice terse, fingers itching to grab at him and shake the dramatics off of his person. “are you being serious right now? are you really not going to eat this chicken i brought because you think you’re getting fat?”

a groan wracks her throat, her reaction to his lack of response to her pointed query. that is it, she has no more patience, and the chicken is getting cold. “jooheon!”

and okay, they’re not the best of friends, and okay, this is a little embarrassing, but mona is hungry and therefore not in the mood to be empathetic to a cause. her fingers catch the cusp of his t-shirt and she mercilessly pulls to expose what jooheon’s deemed unacceptable by societal standards. “are you kidding me?” she nearly-screeches upon the sight of his flat stomach. “you’re not fat at all!”

and for good measure, she plants a firm kiss just below the hollow of his ribs; at the very least, to shock him into submission. “stop whining, your stomach is fine. now, let’s eat in peace. okay?”

[mgmona]

GIMME THE K

                ( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED )                      ↳  16  :  UPSIDE-DOWN KISS.

her teeth glimmer in the moonlight, her grin is wide and her cheeks are flushed. if mona, as a mere passerby were to happen across eunyong as she is now, she would conjecture the other girl a lunatic. the other does look the part: bright eyes gleaming in the darkness, glassy from the copious amounts of whiskey they’d consumed; cheshire grin stretching ear to ear; hanging limp as a rag doll on the jungle gym, body contorted almost disbelievingly so that her neck is lolling and her head hangs upside down. sun eunyong is mania and mirth and drunken boldness packaged neatly in ribbons of silky skin and all mona can do is stare, little girl in awe of a playground goddess.

“mona, oh my god, you promised! i can’t wait here all night,” eunyong’s tone is bright but firm, and the other girl shuffles her feet nervously from her position a stone’s throw away. mona’s bottom lip is red from her unforgiving biting -- a bad habit she’s yet to cease.

“eunyong,” she begins to utter, but is cut off by the other’s succinct yell.

“you promised!”

she did.

“fine.” two strides and she is centimetres away from the other girl’s face -- from this vantage point, mona notices, mouths look like entirely foreign entities. perpetual frowns; sad crescent moons. but she banishes the thought and boldly kisses eunyong’s crescent moon mouth anyway, because she’d promised, and her mother did not raise a promise-breaker.

“there,” mona says after counting to ten and stepping back, mouth puckered into a pout of annoyance. “happy? now that you’ve gotten your ‘spiderman kiss’ dreams out of the way, can we go now? it’s cold!”

[wheelbased]

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