#timothee chalamet soft

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

l o o k | a t | m e

l o o k | a t | m e

Y/n and Tim are sharing a very intimate moment, and he wants nothing more than for her to look at him. Let's be honest, who doesn't want to look at him?!

Warnings and such: ummm yeahhhh....absolutely smutty...soft smut, but still smut! 18+ no minors. Some swearing and mentions of spit...definitely not proofread! let me know if I missed something?

A/N: I have a lot of smut written in general and I like it better than the soft stuff, but i like soft stuff! Not sure how I feel about this one so lmk!

ALSO: lmk what other tags i should add to these posts!

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"Look at me."

His voice was gentle but demanding, the echo of his words like a lifeline to drag me back to reality, out of this incoherent but beautiful headspace.

Look at me

Like a soft echo, something to focus on. His voice.

My back arched and hips rolled. I felt like I was on fire, and I was loving every moment of it. As I tried with any strand of willpower I had left to open my eyes, the vision of Timothée came into focus. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful, but this was a different kind of beautiful.

"Look at me," He repeated, smiling softly down at me.

With pleasure.

A few moments passed, or maybe a few hours, before my eyes grew heavy again, vision blurred as I fought against rolling my eyes back with pleasure.

I gasped loudly, a string of groans following instantly as he bent over me, his hips burrowing into mine as he thrusted deeper into me. My legs wrapped tightly around his lower back, hands clawing desperately at him. I thought, for a moment, I would die if I lost the feeling. He dropped to his elbows, caging me below him and began trailing sloppy kisses across my neck and chest, interrupted only by feverish pants and profanities which presented themselves as deep groans through gritted teeth.

"T-Tim," I gasped again, feeling his hips roll in an effort to get impossibly further inside me. My nails dug into his back before reaching for his shoulders.

I was desperate. I could feel it coursing through my body. Close wasn't close enough.

Sweat dampened curls bounced in front of my eyes and tickled my nose when he took a moment to look down at where our bodies met. That was one of his favorite sights in the world. My hand reached higher, tugging the hair at the top of his head- I needed his eyes on me. I needed him to watch me come undone beneath him. He obliged.

One hand snakes it's way under my shoulder, pulling me down to meet his thrusts. There was no way of possibly being any closer, but everything was worth a try. My hips rolled up again, head back and my shut tightly. I opened my mouth, desperate to scream out the tingling sensation that rumbled in my stomach, but nothing came out. My breath quickened and I managed a moan, but nothing near what I was feeling on the inside.

"Look...at me," Tim repeated, panting between thrusts. His arm left my shoulder, finger trailing lightly down my stomach until he reached the bundle of nerves I had between us. I didn't need to open my eyes to see the smirk on his face, but my eyes opened quickly at the warm feeling of fluid that wasn't my own landing just above where I needed him to touch me. I looked down and watched as he spit drooled again, thumb collecting it and pressing harshly against me.

I was done.

I screamed, legs shaking around him as my orgasm washed over me. He continued to fuck me through it, wave after wave of pleasure consuming my body. It was almost too much. Almost.

"Fuck!" He grunted loudly, fingers digging into my hips as he chased his own release.

The room was silent, aside from the two of us desperately trying to catch our breaths. There was no more moaning, groaning or echoing of skin against skin. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, the empty feeling consuming all of my thoughts. I hated it. Tim ran a finger up my slit, collecting whatever juices spilled out on the tip of his finger.

"Open,"

I did as I was told, the salty taste in my throat sent a new wave of excitement through my. I fought, again, to open my eyes, to take in the sight of him- sweaty and restless and fucked. Though heavy eyelids I watched him stand, pull on a pair of long forgotten boxers and run his hands though his hair. He smiled when he caught sight of me staring.

"Pretty baby," He whispered, climbing back in bed and straddled my still shaking hips. "you alright?"

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not sure if I could remember how to talk.

He smiled and bent over me, feather light kisses trailing across my face, down my neck and across my collarbones. His hair, once again, ticking my nose. I ran my fingers gently up and down his back, soothing the raised lines and crescent shaped bumps I had left against his skin. They'd be gone my morning, almost entirely anyway, but for the rest of the night, each touch was reminder and heated my body with excitement and anticipation.

"Come on," his voice echoed in my ears again as he spoke, climbing off of me again. "Let's get cleaned up."

I didn't move. I couldn't. I wanted more.

"Y/n," He cooed again. "Look at me..."

[whumpypepsigal]

Dune: Part Two (2024) “Are you okay?”

[girasois]

timothée chalamet — please, like or reblog ♡

coloring by the lovely @miniepsds ♡

[shittygf]

he is so pretty to look at (〃ﾉωﾉ)ﾟ ~ ♡

[caitlynscat]

Enid walks into her room finding Wednesday on her computer.

Enid: Willa! I wished you would’ve asked at the very least to use my stuff if you so please.

Wednesday: You wouldn’t have minded anyway, I’m sure if it.

Enid: *looks over her goth friend* What’re you doing?

Wednesday: I see that you’re so fascinated by these edited videos of people on your silly social media apps. Fan cams I think they’re called? I took the liberty to make one of you.

*Wednesday plays video*

Wednesday: What do you think, Sinclair?

Enid: *Overwhelming confusion* How did you do th- when did you have time to record- HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! WHERE- WHO- WHAT?!

Wednesday: *Continues smiling awkwardly*

[firelilyfox]

Stardust Dreams

part three (final part)

Wonka: Willy Wonka x female reader

Warnings: very fluffy fluff

Words: 1k

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The sound of the harbour bell announces the time and Willy was getting more nervous with every second. He was waiting outside of the library for the past fifteen minutes just to make sure he wouldn’t be to late. It was freezing cold outside and the falling snow laid down on his shoulders like powdered sugar. His fingers were tightly wrapped around some flowers, he bought earlier at the nearby flower shop. Willy picked different colors because he couldn’t decide wich one she would like the most. So he choosed the colors that he reminded him of her. Warm orange, like her smile. Happy yellow, like her charisma. Lovely pink, like her blushed cheeks. 

The big wooden door opens and y/n stepped out of it with a big smile on her beautiful face. Willys heart stumbled. She was like a magical figure that only existed in fairytales. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, because Willy was too afraid that she might vanish and he would find himself waking up in his bed again, to realize this was only a dream. 

„Good evening, Willy“, she greeted him. 

Willy smiled. „Hello y/n. These are for you.“ He handed her the flowers and when his hand touched hers for a split second, he could feel his skin tingling. 

„Oh! They are beautiful Willy“, she said admiring and giving him a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. He had to lean down a bit, so she could reach it. „You must be freezing. Let’s hurry home. I prepared something to eat and after that … no. This will be a surprise.“ Y/n was thinking out loud. 

She took him back to her tiny apartment right above a bookshop near the gallery gourmet. The view was breathtaking, but Willy wasn’t interested at all in looking at the city lights. He only had eyes for y/n while she was preparing the dinner table. 

„I really want to help you. It feels wrong to just watch you do all the work“, he said. 

Y/n looked at him sternly. „Willy Wonka I invited you to thank you for everything you did today for my little sister and for what you did for Noodle in the past. And I enjoy doing it, so don’t worry about me.“ 

She cooked him a wonderful meal and they shared it by candlelight. It felt nice and easy to talk about all kinds of stuff. Laughter filled the room and Willy wished he could capture this moment to make it last forever. 

„Noodle is like a sister to me. Her mother took me and Ellie in, so they both are like family to us“, she told him. 

Willy frowned. „You mean you were adopted by her? What about your parents?“ 

A sad expression flickered over her face. „They are always somewhere out there. Mom and Dad are not made to stay in one place for a long time, so they asked Ms. Smith to watch out for us in the meantime. And she did ever since.“ 

Willy knew the feeling of being alone way to well, so he understand the little tone of bitterness in her voice when she speaks about her parents. 

„But enough about sad things for now“, she cleared her throat and got up from the table. „The evening is not over and I still have a little surprise for you, Willy.“ 

He smiled confused. „I thought the meal was the surprise?“ 

„Not at all!“ Y/n laughed. She held out her hand, waiting for Willy to take it in his. „Are you ready for some fun, Mr. Wonka?“ 

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The music made Willy smile. 

Y/n lead them to a little tavern that was full of people chattering in the corners, drinking wine and having a good time. On a small stage was a band of five members and their were playing some joyful songs. In the middle of the room was the dance floor and some couples already danced with bright smiles on their faces. 

Y/n giggled because of the amazed look on Willys face. „You never visited a place like this am I right?“ 

„Well I saw many places around the world … but I never took the time to go into a pub or something. There were not much to find for my chocolate studies.“ 

She nodded understanding. „Well I love your chocolate Willy, but tonight we have other priorities.“ 

The lead singer just started another song and Willy had to speak a little louder for y/n to understand him. „And what are the priorities for tonight?“ 

„Having fun!“ 

Y/n pulled Willy to the middle of the room and started dancing. Her moves looked a bit uncontrolled and without a plan. He couldn’t help but laugh and joined her on this weird little dance-off. They had so much fun just jumping around and laughing until their faces hurt. After a couple of joyful songs, the band changes the mood and a slow rhythm started playing. 

„May I?“, Willy asked and reaching out for her hand. 

She smiled. „You may.“ 

Willy knew how to dance and he knew intuitively where to put his hands to take over the lead.  Y/n rested her head on his shoulder and he enjoyed the feeling of being so close to her. Although he hoped silently she wouldn’t notice his fast beating heart. 

„I need to thank you for today, y/n. I can’t remember the last time I was so carefree.“ Willy said with a lowered voice, so she would be the only one hearing him. 

She looked up to him. The warm lights where shimmering in her eyes and he almost lost himself in them. „I’m glad you had a good time.“ 

„Maybe…“, he started. „Maybe we should do something like this again … sometime.“ 

Y/n looked a little nervous and for a second Willy wanted to take a step back to not make her feel uncomfortable, but then she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. It was a soft kiss, light like a feather and before Willy even realized it was over. 

„I would love to do something like this again“, she said as the music speed up again. 

They danced for the rest of the night until their feet hurted, their hearts were full of laughter and the butterflies in their stomaches kept on flying. 

Willy knew from this moment on, that the feeling of missing something would never come back. He found the piece that he was searching for. And he intended to keep her forever. 

[anggelic]

amore ❤

[palettesofrenaissance]

Hey. I got a short drabble idea for your Wonka story, if you'll have it. Since you're trying to get into more dark stuff.

The idea is this: Wonka thinks he has Sapphire and Ruby trapped in his "wonderland", but by some freak accident, they find a way to escape and he. is. pissed.

✎ᝰ ── 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨! I'm thoroughly relieved to be finished with this and excited to be posting this. this is my first dark!fic. don't expect this to be like my previous stories. this is the first thing I've written that I had fun with. it's the first serious thing I've done since struggling with writer's block. this prompt fill is the one after after the intro fic (this is what I've been up to lately. join me!)

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𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dark!AU, Future Fic, Canon Compliant. Prompt-driven story

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The saying goes: “Never, ever accept a gift from a fae. And never, ever verbally say thank you for a gift. It implies that the receiver owes them something, like food, your firstborn, or a favor (no matter how deranged).”

If only she had known this warning when meeting the unpredictable, tricky, and arrogant magician Willy Wonka. She fears her precious daughter is going to have to pay the ultimate price for her moment of temporary short-sightedness. Especially when her daughter doesn't heed her warnings.

People change over the years. People are also multifaceted and can have contradicting factors about themselves. Her daughter will find that she was kept away and hidden for a reason.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: love/hate, meet rude/meet ugly, secret children, mentions of violence/blood during a hallucination, abuse of trust, Willy is a bit rude, obsessive and dark Willy Wonka, dark fairytale elements, and taking inspiration from the actor's few insane moments and running with it

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Written in 3rd person. Named child character. Named mother!reader if you want to imagine that, or named OC; she's named Sapphire, inspired by the singing lady in the tram scene

“I was young when I first made the deal with him,” she had described herself to Noodle Slugworth Smith, the next in line to inherit the Slugworth empire and fortune. When she first met the soon-to-be-known magician she was indeed several years younger than him despite looking older than she actually was… She wonders if that was another reason he continuously manipulated her and kept her in his clutches…

To be exact, she first “met” him in passing on a tram car on the way to clock-in at her job. He’d been posing as a tram ticket collector and had offered her and a friend a piece of chocolate each to sample—something she would have declined had her friend not pointed him out and his reputation throughout the past several months not preceded him.

But even before he announced himself and began handing out samples throughout the tram car, Sapphire had thought none the wiser, his face blending in among the sea of others. That, along with already being distracted because she was on her way to work, then the candy’s influence to dance and sing on the crowded tram that quickly became overwhelming before the police even showed up, she wouldn’t have been able to pick out his face from a line-up even if she wanted to.

Which is why when she came across him once more sometime later, it made sense why she hadn’t recognized him: clothes really can make the difference about a person.

Now sometime later and at a laundromat on a rainy day, Sapphire has no reason to know that the tall man alone in a far corner was the previously unknown, enigmatic chocolatier that swept in and gradually took her city by storm. At the laundromat, he looks so ordinary and unnoticeable, staring off at a point unseen. She doesn’t give him any acknowledgement beyond a few glances to mind her distance.

It has been an angry and dark overcast for the past week, the air heavy with humidity and the promise of rain that never came.

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[honeygleam]

timothée chalamet and taylor russell as lee and maren in bones and all (2022) dir. luca guadagnino

[ginnyluvstimmy]

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

e y e b r o w s

e y e b r o w s

Tim and Reader are debating the only part of his face that needs some...help

Warnings and such: one swear word? Otherwise absolutely nothing! FLUFF!!

This is one of the fluffiest things I have written and pulled outta my drafts! There's 154 more and they'll be coming!!

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"It's not weird! You see me do it all the time!" I laughed, jumping up on the bathroom counter. I had just gotten out of the shower and thought i'd be able to go 5 minutes without my stage-5-clinger of a boyfriend. Of course, I was wrong, though Im not complaining....

"But you're a girl, it's different."

"It is not!"

He groaned, leaning across the counter to look at himself up close in the mirror. I watched him make faces, studying every part of his reflection. Even when he was being stupid, he was beautiful.

"Let me see," I smiled, grabbing his shoulder. He huffed and stood between my legs, hands on my bare thighs.

"You're soft," He cocked a smile, looking down at my skin.

"I smell nice too-" his face nuzzled into my neck before i could say anything else. "Tim!" I laughed as he inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, you do."

"Focus! Let me see." He stood up and rolled his eyes, looking at me with the upmost level of sarcasm. I grabbed his chin and tipped his face into different angles, eventually being overly dramatic just to make him laugh.

"Yeah, looks like your out of luck."

"Oh come on!" His gaze drifted back to his reflection in the mirror.

"What are you complaining about? You've obviously done it before!"

"It hurts! Why else do you think I dont stay on top of these things- dont!" He pressed a finger to my mouth.

'Because you're lazy,' I thought to myself.

"Let me do it."

"No!"

"It's not going to hurt!"

"Yes it is!"

"Fine, let the hair and make up people do it." I could see the thoughts spinning in his head. "They're going to be super busy, mad they have to spend more time to fix it, and you're gonna start your day pissed off and bright red!" I patted his cheek and made to get off the counter. "Sounds like a good idea!"

"Wait..." I smiled, hands holding his elbows. Even sitting on the counter, I had to look up at him. "Promise it's not going to hurt?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"About this, maybe." I gasped, slapping his chest playfully.

"You ass!" His hands grabbed my wrists, holding them gently. He pressed his lips to mine and let the kiss linger for a moment. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The things this man does to me!

"Are you sure?" He finally spoke, dropping my hands and resuming the facial expressions he was making in the mirror. Well, that moments over.

"Tim, you're 3 hairs away from a unibrow! It'll take me 5 minutes, 10 tops and you won't feel a thing!"

"Fine!" he sighed, out of arguments. "But if you mess any of this up," he gestured to his entire face, "you're gonna have a lot of people coming for you!"

"Too bad I'm still the one that's gotta look at you all day!" I kissed him quickly before he could pout- The same kiss he gave me moments ago.

I got out my supplies and went to work. I'm not sure what those hair and make up artists are doing to him- he flinched like crazy at first, but quickly relaxed into it. He stood quietly between my legs, eyes closed, and obliged me when I tipped his head this way and that way.

I took my time, giving myself the pleasure to look at his face. I live with him, I've been dating him for 3 years, I've known him for 20+ years, but it never feels like I get to look at him- not in this way. His skin was perfect, freckles were adorable, his lashes fluttered slightly as I pulled the last few hairs. He sighed heavily, pulling me from my thoughts. I set the tweezers down, put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to squat, just a little. His knees gave a light thud to the cabinet as he did.

I held the side of his face, turning his head each direction one more time before running my thumbs softly across his eyebrows. He sighed heavily again, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Impatient are we?" I whispered, "Do you have somewhere better to be?"

"In bed with my girl." The smile spread across his face. "All done?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"All done!" I smiled. He looked at me for a moment before standing up straight and stepping out from between my legs, leaning over the counter once more.

"Oh wow!" More silly faces. "I look good!"

I hopped off the counter, put everything away and stood behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. He had to lift an arm to be able to see me behind him.

"You always look good...but I like you better with two eyebrows instead of one."

"You're hired!"

"Hired?"

"Oh yeah! It's one thing if those hair and makeup people wanna beat my face with makeup," I couldn't help but laugh. "But when they go for the eyebrows- they're out for blood! Literally!"

"I'm glad you're happy!" I stepped in front of him, arms still around him as I pressed my chin to his chest, looking up at him. "Timmy?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Will you let me shave your face?"

"One thing at a time, crazy lady!"

[chalamet-chalamet]

angel baby

[forg-tfuljoon]

Soft Boyfriend, Tim

[chalamazed]

This one gives me Bob Dylan vibes. A Complete Unknown starts shooting soon! 😎🎸🤘

Soft pastel on sanded paper. Reblog please ❤️

[iconsysl]

like if you save/use or credit on twitter @hailsysl

[timchalamet-devoted]

Trip to the 'City of Love' (part 3)

Here is the third and final part of this series. I'm actually quite happy with how it turned out, however, this was my first time writing smut, so I must admit I'm a bit nervous. I hope you enjoy it, and I'd love to hear any feedback that you may have!

Summary: A romantic day in the city ends with intimacy between two lovers.

Pairing: reader x Timothée

Warnings: vanilla sex, cockwarming, not proofread

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Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Masterlist

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You leaned over the railing of the balcony, feet bare, hair released from its tight updo, falling perfectly around your shoulders.

Your eyes were aglow, reflecting the outline of the Tower in the distance, breathing in the delicious scents that carried from somewhere below. Above you, millions of stars peppered the night sky, as if they were gems upon a dark veil that shielded the city. You sighed contently, recalling the events of the day prior; the seemingly endless wandering around the Louvre, the cousine, the walks along the river with gelato dripping down from the cone due to the summers heat, and the breathtaking view upon the tower of lovers. It was beyond anything you had ever imagined.

A cool breeze washed over your figure, easing your hot skin and scattering thin stands of hair across your face.

You heard footsteps behind you, before a pair of arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you into his body.

You felt your heart rate pick up ever so slightly as he rested his head on your shoulder, eyes level with yours. Timothée's warm breath was palpable against your skin, as was his stare. You turned your head to meet his eyes, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek. Even in the dim lighting of the single outdoor lantern that hung on the wall of the balcony, the blush that made its way to the spot was evident.

"Thank you for this trip Timmy. It meant everything to me"

"I wouldn't have wanted it any other way mon amour" He whispered into your ear, sending unexpected chills across your skin.

"It was nice to have our time with each other, without the constant interference of the photographers and paparazzi." You sighed, a trace of sorrow creeping into your voice.

Timothée knew you well enough to understand how much it bothered you that you private life was out on display for everyone to see. Of course, you were aware of that exposure that Timothée recieved when you first started dating, however, it crushed you not to be able to have these quiet moments to yourselves.

"I know, love, I know."

He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, before spinning you around so that you faced him. Your face was only inches away from his, foreheads touching, breaths heavy and slowed.

You took a moment to gaze into those eyes, those eyes that expressed every word that didn't need to be spoken. Those eyes that held within them the most beautiful of colours: from a vivid green, to deep hazel.

You reached up a hand, cupping the side of his face, running your thumb over his cheek, down to his jaw and lower lip.You felt the soft skin underneath the pad of your finger.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips, before returning to his eyes.

You couldn't help yourself; slowly, you leaned in, taking his lips in yours, a fire spreading through your entire being. The kiss was tender but passionate, your lips moulding together wonderfully.

His hands left your waist, moving slowly along your body, exploring every inch.

Cautiously, he backed up through the curtains, leading you with him into the dark hotel bedroom.

Your heart raced, his scent enveloping you, and driving into a frenzy of desire.

Your dress soon lay crumpled on the floor, followed by his attire.

Gently, he lowered you onto the bed, moving to hover above you.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins, your breath accelerating at each of his movements.

His lips were on yours in seconds, this time messy and eager.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, wrapping around yours.

His hands roamed free, his fingertips leaving goosebumps along your exposed skin. You shuddered beneath his touch, earning a satisfied smirk from him.

A single touch set tour skin ablaze.

He left a trail of sloppy, intimate kisses down your body; from your collarbone travelling down past your breasts and further down, lingering on your tummy, hands stroking your sides lovingly, caressing your aching muscles.

He worked his way cautiously to the hem of your panties, nervous eyes darting to yours. Your heart melted at his actions, a radiant smile filling your features. With your permission, he gently hooked his fingers over the fabric and pulled them down, sliding them off your legs and discarding them on the floor.

Normally, you'd feel the strong urge to cover up, however, upon seeing the adoring look in his eyes, you felt yourself getting much mote more confident.

He studied your body, tracing every beautiful curve and feature with his eyes before landing back on yours.

"You're so gorgeous, my precious girl. You have no idea how much I love you."

"Oh Timmy, I love you too"

Your hand found his, entertwining your fingers together.

He brought himself back up to you, body pressed flush against yours, his lips landing on the tip of your nose, before dropping to your neck.

Gently, he guided himself inside you, allowing you to adjust to the feeling. It was the most heavenly sensation, as it left you feeling full and complete.

He rocked his hips at a steady pace, reaching places new to you. Your body moved with his, following a silent beat.

Soft moans escaped your mouth, dancing about the room, urging him on.

You were in a trance like state, his name rolling of your tongue with ease, utterly infatuated with him, and the feeling of his body against your own.

Gradually, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, your muscles tensing as you were caught in a state of complete euphoria.

You muttered his name again and again under your breath, as the wave of bliss washed over you, leaving you to see white.

Timothée, was close to follow, releasing pleasure filled grunts, eventually collapsing on top of you.

Your eratic breathing slowed as you lay there, limbs still entangled in one another's. You had never felt so close to Timothée, this new exposure only strengthening your trust and love for each other.

His head was rested in the crook of your neck once again, curls tickling your skin slightly. You sighed contently, fingers combing through his hair and massaging his scalp.

Feeling safe in Timothée's arms, your eyelids began to droop, sleep finally engulfing you, with him safely tucked inside you, and the moon illuminating your figures.