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Update: so she's a witch. may or may not have accidentally agreed to witchcraft sex

Chat im alive and well i just haven't gotten a lick of inspiration since the last update

Also i got a situationship goin on and ILL BE FUCKIN HONEST i cannot write about horny feelings when she makes my braincells stop functioning entirely so like. I'm sorry for getting laid i think???

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Chat im alive and well i just haven't gotten a lick of inspiration since the last update

Also i got a situationship goin on and ILL BE FUCKIN HONEST i cannot write about horny feelings when she makes my braincells stop functioning entirely so like. I'm sorry for getting laid i think???

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ngl that fic was originally gonna be part of a special where I'd write separately for Garofano, Raven, Adela, Zoya and Zero. idk though, between my block and feeling like i wouldn't make it interesting enough, i reworked my favorite scenario. so... Happy 2025?

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ℂ𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕕

Summary: a chance meeting, a lucky run in, whatever you wanna call it. There's a gorgeous lady before you and... Thinking is hard. Just feel? Easier said than done.

Contents: just Garofano meeting the reader in her tailor shop! Reader is referred to with feminine gendered terms.

Word count: 1.6k

Author's note: I wanted to put something out as i mentioned before, and honestly, Garofano is one of my favorite ladies... First sfw fic of the blog. Can you believe it? Wild. Anyway, it is currently minutes before Valentine's so this makes sense to my timezone.

To say life has been kind would be a generous statement.

When you wake up, the sky is barely turning into a pale shade of orange and blue hues, though you can barely even notice it when one of your pillows is inexplicably covering half your face. Your neck aches, sore from whatever shitty position you assumed during your sleep. The worst part is that you know you can't linger on this too much, not when there's your university assignments looming in the back of your mind, ever present and ever the pain in the ass.

…Then, as you take your phone to check exactly how long you have until your suffering begins, you realize it.

It's a day before Valentine's.

Your body is so used to the stress of university that it forgot you're currently still on vacation.

It's hard to avoid a small chuckle to yourself, when your worries shift from impossible professor standards to instead focusing on what you'll wear for the party your friends are planning for two weeks from now. Maybe life isn't so unkind, actually, even if the specific look you want is something you can only achieve by commissioning a tailor. The details aren't too worrisome, not when you've saved up enough for it.

Then, your memory jogs again, making your nerves freeze before you’re bolting out of your messy bed, hair equally tousled up.

You've already scheduled a meeting with a seamtress.

It's taking place in two hours.

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The first thing that hits you is the smell of carnations, potent as it envelops you the moment you step into the tailor shop.

Then there's the bell that rings above you, which prompts a woman older than you to glance up from her spot at the front desk, eyes kind and a sweet smile ready at a moment's notice. The first thing you can think of is how utterly gorgeous she is. “Welcome, dear,” she greets with ease brought by experience, most likely; even her voice is gorgeous, damn it. “What brings you to my shop?”

You honestly got lost in the sound of her voice, deep and rich, enough so that you forget English is a language you can – and should – speak right about now. “Uh… I came by the other day. ‘Nother lady, like… helped me book an appointment,” you manage to mumble as you take in the woman doing her best to attend to you. You remember the last time you dropped by, when a woman with straight, black hair told you the seamstress in charge wasn't available at the moment, but would be sometime soon, so booking an appointment would be a most excellent choice.

Now, standing in front of a goddess with curly, violet hair, it seems as though you can finally meet the seamstress you've heard so many positive comments about.

The lady before you chuckles as she covers her mouth with her hand, refined as a noble. Christ, how are you going to survive this. “You must be the girl Sumire talked about, then. Come on then; we wouldn't want to take your measurements when the glass outside doesn't shield you,” she prompts kindly, stepping closer and going as far as to set a gentle hand on your back as she guides you to a section of the shop that isn't visible from the outside.

“Y-yeah, thank you, miss…” you trail off, unsure of what to call her.

“Garofano, dear,” she fills the blank with a smooth wave of her hand and a charming smile. You have no idea if she's aware of the effect she's having on your heart or not, she doesn't let on even a little bit! The warmth on your cheeks is probably a dead giveaway to your current state though…

When you arrive at a more secluded area of Garofano’s shop, she doesn't waste a second before grabbing whatever she needs, though… you're not proud to admit the way your eyes take in her figure. For a brief moment, you think you catch her looking at you from the corner of her eye, but as quick as it happens the moment passes, leaving you flustered and trying to tear your gaze away.

Once Garofano finds the measuring tape she was looking for, she turns to you with a smile wide enough that the crow's feet around her eyes are noticeable. God, she's so beautiful– focus. She just spoke.

After waiting for a moment, she seems amused by your puzzled reaction if her velvety chuckle is anything to go by. “I said, take off your coat, dear. I can't measure you well enough if you're all covered up,” she teases softly. Oh god, Garofano's aware and she's fucking with you.

You comply with her instructions in a hurry, left now with just the tight-fitting clothes you were recommended for this appointment. It feels… like you're more vulnerable than before, even though you're still clothed. Perhaps it has something to do with the violet eyes taking in your figure.

Garofano reaches for your hand and guides you gently towards a small podium in the middle of the room, measuring tape in hand and glasses you hadn't seen before atop her head. “Please, tell me if anything I do makes you uncomfortable. I would loathe to make a lady as beautiful as you uneasy,” she murmurs against your ear before carefully unrolling the tape and beginning her work properly. Thank god she moved away, otherwise she would've felt how your ears are almost burning up with how flustered you are.

If nothing else, at least you're going to remember this throughout all of Valentine's day. Her hands feel so gentle… You chastise yourself internally; she's a professional and you're making this weird! You have to stop thinking about how hot the older lady is! When she kneels behind you with a quiet grunt, her hands are ever careful as the tape brushes against your covered leg… No, stop, you're thinking too much!

She probably noticed how tense you are. Garofano's voice is far gentler when she tries to break the ice. “So… I was told you wanted a suit that fit you as comfortably as could be, while also making sure it looked good on you. May I know the occasion, dear?”

At least you can answer that. “Uh… My friends and I are throwing a party? It's supposed to be casual, but some of us insisted on formal wear, and… Well, here you have me,” you explain before ending it with a sheepish chuckle. “Can't really find suits that fit me well enough, y'know?”

Garofano hums quietly, her hands around your waist making you let out the tiniest little breath. “I do know that particular struggle. At least I can help you in this case,” she replies, her hands gently moving to wrap the tape around your waistline. She's behind you, but you can feel the little pauses she takes to jot numbers down, and by god, you wish you could see the way her glasses look atop her nose. When she starts measuring you up again, you could swear she's taking longer than before for whatever reason…

You hope to god you're not making all the tension up.

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The measuring is over in about half an hour, and you're sure those thirty minutes of your lifespan evaporated alongside a few years thanks to the intensity of this gay panic.

“It should be ready in about a week, miss. Please, don't hesitate to come to me in case of any concerns you have,” Garofano said with a soft smile, taking off her glasses as she walks you to the front of the shop once more. You were right, the sight was as beautiful as you thought it would be while it lasted.

You realize… maybe you do have one concern.

“Look, you can tell me off if I'm weird about this, please make sure to turn me down if I'm, like, completely off-base here or if I'm being creepy or whatever, I would absolutely understand if you thought I was being too forward, like way too forward actually–”

“Sweetheart,” she cuts you off with a worried frown instead of that lovely smile. “Breathe, please. In… out.”You're out of breath when she calls you out, so with a quiet whine you nod and do as requested, feeling some semblance of composure arrive, so it brings a smile to your face when her lips quirk up in response. “Now, you're welcome to ask whatever it is that's on your mind.”

The reassurance isn't enough by a small margin, but whatever courage you manage to have is slightly emboldened by taking another deep breath. “Ma'am, you're stunning. I… Forgive me if I'm overstepping any lines, I just think– Um… If it's no bother, how would you feel about going out with me?”

You barely have time to process you wouldn't even be able to take her to the fancy sort of restaurant she deserves for a date, not with the shitty pay you get at your job.

It's… it's better to be upfront about that, so you steel your nerves before Garofano can answer, though you do find her surprised expression more than a little adorable, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. She's as gorgeous as she's cute– focus!

“I can't really take you to some five star restaurant… I know it's honestly a pretty bad offer, you should just forget I brought this up.”

Before your spirits can somehow deflate any more, Garofano takes a step forward and the sound of her heels shuts your train of thought down immediately. “Darling,” she begins with a gentle tone and a smile that is equally as sweet, “I don't think of myself as a woman who needs the highest luxuries. You're a beautiful prospect, I will gladly give you that.” The chuckle she gives in response to your flabbergasted expression is worth any sort of embarrassment you could've felt this entire morning. “Perhaps tomorrow could be a good time for our… date?”

The widest smile rises to your lips at the generous offer.

Maybe Valentine's day won't be so boring for a change.

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So. I am alive. AND I have Vautour Bleu (for anyone who would care about me being with my wife <3)

I had this whole thing planned as some kind of comeback by droppin some fics, but my brain is experiencing a sturdy block right now when it comes to writing. I just think about tiddies on loop

This is a PSA that could've been an email, just to tell you that I am, in fact, alive

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[spoilers for CN version of PTN ahead]

ii think i have couvid holy motherfuickng hell

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we're approaching 100 followers faster than i ever thought possible...

been thinking about writing a sequel to that angell x milf!reader fic, but it'd be all sfw. wanna write domestic fluff...

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got her one more time aside from this one teehee

blue water girl. MINE.

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studying while cockwarming arlecchino

warnings: smut (minors/ageless blogs dni), wlw content, transfem!arlecchino x sub!fem reader, cockwarming

a/n: went out tonight instead of studying for my exam tomorrow (bad choice). but i'm already fucked so. and i need to post more regularly, so... enjoy

"focus, doll." she reminds you, harshly turning your chin back to look at your books.

the hand holding your pencil shakes, neat lettering turning into unintelligible scribbles as you clench around her cock.

"a-arle, i can't-" you whine, causing her to squeeze your cheeks, puffing your lips into a pretty pout.

"i said focus. you've put this off for far too long. you've been a very disobedient girl. you haven't earned your reward yet. you'll get it once i deem you've worked hard enough. am i understood?"

your eyes widen at her words, feeling her hand release your cheeks, expecting you to give her an answer. "yes, sir." your voice is breathy, eliciting a soft grunt from her and a little twitch of her cock buried in you.

she guides you back to study, watching you closely to ensure you're actually completing your tasks and not just faking it. after all, she wants a hardworking pet, not just a good actress.

a patient woman, she is, as she simply leans back, letting you sit on her lap and struggle to finish your work, her nails tapping rhythmically on your hips.

the minute you finish, you drop your pencil clumsily, showing her your work enthusiastically. and aren't you so cute?

all that hard work is tossed to the floor, the space on the desk replaced by your body as she pushes your head down, squeezing your hips. "let's see how long you can hold out for me, doll." she wickedly sneers, feeling you tighten up around her before she can pull out.

oh, she's going to have such fun with you ! ♡

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i am so ready for L.L's banner you have no idea

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𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕖

summary: angell and bianca share you. that's it, that's the tweet.

contents: transfem!angell x reader x bianca, cunnil.ingus (bianca receiving), handj.ob, an.al se.x (reader receiving), fing.ering, pure, soft smut with a hint of aftercare.

word count: 1.8k

author's note: chat. i have been so very stressed. i'm sorry this was shorter than the last two fics, i just want a woman to hold me tenderly. here, have pure smut.

art source: i adore you, my teacher

bianca's quiet sighs echo throughout the room, her hands tightly gripping onto the bedsheets. yours are muffled against her, too busy parting her lips with your thumbs to lap at the sensitive flesh before you like a starved woman.

“you tightened up. c'mon, relax f’me,” you hear angell rasp behind you, two fingers already knuckle-deep into your ass while she ignores everything else entirely, something that's both unbearable yet exciting mixed together. you know what's ahead.

as if to help you relax a bit, bianca breaths out before carding her fingers through your hair gently, murmuring a quiet, “you feel so, so damn good. ugh, your tongue,” and she can't finish the sentence before a quiet gasp falls from her lips and she jolts against you, prompted by the way your teeth brush gently against her folds. she's dripping onto the bedsheets now, but no one pays any mind to such a small detail, not when angell is focusing on the way your tight hole takes her fingers, not when you're lost between the sensation of angell filling you while preparing you for her cock, and certainly not when bianca's too busy grinding against your mouth slowly, as if afraid of taking more than necessary from you. you're desperate to taste her more though, so you push your tongue against her entrance and delight in the breathy whine that follows.

angell lets out a sound between a whimper and a growl, needy for your attention as well, before she moves to your side and takes your hand gently, all while her free hand stays with two fingers inside your hole. “please,” she whispers, “touch me too.”

you'd coo at the sweet way she pleads, but you'd rather die than pull your tongue away from bianca's folds, so instead you hum against the blonde’s dripping cunt and wrap your fingers around angell's cock. her breath hitches as you stroke her at a languid pace, already noticing the way her precum drips slowly from her tip and onto your hand.

between bianca's little gasps above you, angell's quiet whimpers as you stroke her, and the latter's fingers scissoring inside your tight walls?

you feel dizzy, intoxicated, and you need to feel them both against you.

you start pumping your hand around angell faster, making her grunt at the feeling, and at the same time wrap your lips around bianca's hardened bud, which prompts her to gasp sharply and rock her hips against your mouth.

“fuck, t-that feels so good, please,” bianca mewls frantically, her grip on your hair growing tighter. her essence is all you can taste, and you know she's getting close from the way her inner thighs grow tense before relaxing and tensing up once more.

angell isn't faring any better beside you. she's all quiet pants and whines, bucking her hips against your hand as she tries to fuck it and imagining it's your pussy. that doesn't mean angell ignores your pleasure though, because her fingers are now going in and out of you at the same pace as her hips move, and all you can do is suck bianca's clit while you moan around it, just as needy as the two girls that whimper your name between needy moans and growls.

the first one to come between all of you is bianca, who throws her head back with a wanton scream and arches against you, shivering while riding her high against your tongue. you press it flat against her, letting the blonde ride you to her heart's content, happy to taste her release against you.

angell isn't too far behind from bianca though, for she lets out a choked up cry of her own and thrusts desperately into your hand, then releases her seed into your palm while her hips jerk and quiver.

her fingers still inside you though, making you whine in frustration as you pull away from bianca's pussy. “please, i-it's not fair,” you whine and wiggle your hips. bianca giggles at the sight, breathless as she is, and her hand is back to caressing your hair gently.

“don't worry, cutie. we'll spoil you for taking us so well, won't we?” bianca coos softly, her blue eyes rising to meet angell’s golden gaze.

“she's right. it's only fair we return the favor,” angell rasps. before you can process their words, both women shift theirs and your positions around, now angell is sitting on the bed with her cock against your ass, with bianca smiling in front of you like a cat that's about to get the cream.

after a last whisper against your ear of “relax,” angell starts pushing in as gently as possible, slowly sheathing herself into your ass with quiet grunts that threaten to turn into whines. you don't fare any better for the record, clinging tightly onto bianca and resting your head between her tits while letting out ragged breaths. “that's it, just like that,” you hear the blonde whisper while she gently strokes your back. with the way angell stretches you out, any discomfort you could've felt is minimal at worst, and at the same time you can feel bianca's hand traveling downward to stroke your soaked slit without actually dipping her fingers inside, the tease that she is.

finally, when angell is buried inside you all the way, both of you are already breathless and desperate for her to start moving, though for some god forsaken reason she manages to hold back. “keep my cock warm for a bit, alright?” she murmurs into your ear, then presses all of her front against your back, letting you feel her soft chest and the way her pebbled nipples brush against your skin.

“don't worry, i can keep you busy,” bianca purrs, and finally parts your lower lips in order to push two fingers in, her body flush against yours and her soft nipples pressing against yours while absolutely tempting you to just lean down and suck onto them. the only thing stopping you from actually doing that is the way her fingers move at a tantalizing and slow pace, coupled with angell's cock filling you and making your mind empty itself in record time.

all you can do now is try to grind back, falling into angell's embrace and feeling her cock twitch inside your ass, or try to roll your hips forward, with bianca thrusting her fingers into your drenched pussy as a reward. you need both, yet all you can do is whimper and whine instead of actually begging for them to ravish you like you want to.

after a few brief moments, angell’s resolve finally cracks, and soon she's pulling out until nothing but her tip remains inside, then slowly pushes herself back in. “fucking hell,” she grunts before she starts thrusting in earnest against you, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while bringing out rhythmic little moans out of you.

bianca's breath hitches at the display, and her smile widens as she decides now it's a good idea to start pumping in and out of you, resting her forehead against yours in an effort to keep you grounded. “just let yourself go. we'll both take care of you.”

so she says, but between the squelching of her palm against your labia and angell snapping her hips against yours faster every second, it's hard to say anything beyond a shaky, “please…”

you can feel the way angell smiles against your skin, still dizzy with her own pleasure yet proud of how much of a mess she's already making out of you. without any warning, her hands shoot up to your breasts and begin kneading them gently, right before she starts rolling one bud between her fingers while pinching the other, effectively drawing even louder cries out of you. “hey, no fair!” bianca calls out with a pout while thrusting her fingers into you at an even faster pace, and if her arm burns, she doesn't show it. in an attempt to upstage angell, bianca grits her teeth before a sly grin rises to her face, and suddenly her lips are pressed against yours and her tongue is already pushing into your mouth when you let out even more needy mewls.

for her part, angell doesn't seem jealous, and if anything her smile widens at the sight while her hands continue to toy with your nipples. all the while, her cock keeps going in and out of you; it only manages to feel even thicker when it's inside your asshole, you can barely breathe from the pleasure alone. bianca's now distracted herself rather well by kissing you and making an even bigger mess between your legs, while her free hand grips onto your hips and, surprisingly enough, guides you so you're grinding back and forth.

you barely know where angell begins and bianca ends now, all you know is both of these women are consuming your entire being right now.

cracks start to appear in angell’s composed appearance, and what started out as confident grunts are slowly dissolving into needy cries against the back of your neck; suddenly her pace becomes less measured, far more sloppy, and each thrust goes deep enough inside you that your eyes roll back every time.

bianca notices the change thanks to the desperate moans you're letting out and pulls away from ravaging your mouth to grin. “oh, we can't have you come before our princess here, she chastises angell, right before a third finger enters your pussy and suddenly her pace is incomprehensibly fast. skills of a sinner, you'd rationalize when your brain wasn't melting out of your cunt. even worse (or better) is when the blonde starts playing with your clit using her free hand, something that makes you scream out and quiver around her fingers mere seconds later, which has bianca smiling impossibly wide. she simply keeps rubbing it in tight little circles while you clench around her fingers, all the while cooing in your ear.

angell’s eyes widen behind you. “w-wait, fuck, she got tighter-” she manages to blurt out before a whole whimper falls from her lips, and her pace turns borderline animalistic now, easily prolonging your release and threatening to make you entirely dumb on her cock. “gonna come,” she warns between desperate cries, then moments later makes her promise come true as her warm seed fills up your tight walls. only then does she allow her hips to slow down before going still entirely.

“good girl… you took all that so well,” angell praises before gently turning your head to the side so she can kiss your lips now, the contact sweet and chaste.

“can't say i disagree. you looked beautiful there, sweetheart,” bianca whispers as her smile turns genuine and her hand goes back to caressing your hip softly.

with the two of them holding you gently like this, making sure you're okay after all that, it feels like heaven itself is wrapped against you, naked and sweaty as they may be.

moments later though, you're finally coherent enough to realize angell hasn't pulled out. neither has bianca retracted her fingers for that matter.

“round two?” angell rasps.

“pretty please…!” bianca adds.

with a sigh, you realize this night is far from over.

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chat guess who failed her class lol. corrupt ass college.

now i can dedicate my time to writing sapphic smut though. beautiful.

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alright, i've managed to relax a bit from the whole "i might fail a class" thing.

chat.

i am, once again, cooking. here's the teaser for this week's fic.

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i want to write the damn threesome but im about to fail a class so my mind isn't really capable of processing much else

dear god have mercy on my soul

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report on my academic situation: it's ass. i need help, and i cope by daydreaming little scenarios where bianca rambles on while tenderly holding my hand.

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i want to write bianca and angell goin wild already but i have an important exam this week. sobbing crying bawling

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Wrote some quick Zoya smut to celebrate her birthday!! Like always, Zoya has a cock in this, because my wife is packing. This is, like, kinda Sinya coded because I imagined her fucking me- sorry for that hehe.

CW: NSFW, Smut under the cut.

You weren't sure how much time had passed since you surprised Zoya by wearing a new set of lingerie for her. The woman was on you in seconds, pining you down on the bed with her mouth exploring every inch of you. She could never resist you when you went out of your comfort zone to wear something so revealing for her on her birthday.

"So fucking beautiful!" Zoya groaned as she gave a sharp thrust that buried her cock into you. It made you gasp out a moan, your head falling back against the pillows at the roughness of her movements. It was so primal that it had you gushing around her hard length.

Zoya chuckled as she felt you cum for the umpteenth time that night, your wetness coating her hard cock, making it wet enough that it easily slid in and out of you. God she was fucking addicted to you. The sounds you made and the pleasure on your face were a drug to her that she could never get off of, not she wanted to anyways.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum again." Zoya cursed, her lips against your ear as she nibbled on your earlobe, feeling her orgasm rapidly building up more and more. She was going to cum again, shoot yet another one of her loads into your already filled pussy. With the number of times she's released into you, you think you might just get pregnant, whether on the pill or not.

"I-Inside me! Z-Zoya-!!" You squealed, your nails digging into her back for the 100th time, drawing more blood that stained her already scratched up back. At this point, she didn't even feel the sting of it.

"Of course I'm gonna cum inside." Zoya stated with a breathless laugh, as if her cumming anywhere else was going to happen (it definitely wasn't).

It took a few more deep, rough thrusts until she buried herself inside you, feeling your pussy clamping down around her once again. With a deep, primal growl, she shot ropes of her cum into you, filling you up even more. It triggered you to cum again as well, quickly forming more of a white ring around her base as your guys cum desperately wanted to spill out of you.

This orgasm left Zoya the most exhausted, and she rolled onto her side while holding you close. She relaxed, one hand on your lower back while the other was placed on your thigh where she drew random patterns with her thumb. You nuzzled your face into her chest, sighing in content at being in your lovers arms.

"I'm exhausted." Zoya mumbled while pressing her face into the top of your head, nuzzling her nose against your head.

You laughed softly at her words, kissing her chest. "Not surprising. You have been fucking me straight these last few hours."

"Can't help it when you dressed up so prettily for me." *She murmured back, a smile tugging at her own lips. Really, you couldn't blame her. After all, you expected nothing less from Zoya.

A silence settled around you both for a few minutes, with the both of you starting to fall asleep. You almost were when you heard Zoya murmur a soft, "thank you" to you before dozing off. It made you smile and tilted your head slightly to peck her on the lips.

"Happy birthday, Zoya."