#i try to keep my words clear while still having a good time with constructing sentences when i do let myself be a little more formal

[piplupod]

also i miss my extensive vocab i used to have when i was in grade 4 and younger :(

i was made fun of (bullied? idk) for how overly formal i spoke though so now im just a fucking goober who talks as if theyre trapped inside a tumblr meme 24/7 bc kids-teens in school wouldnt make fun of this way of talking. but now im in the adult world and i have to find a middle ground to avoid trouble but thats so impossible for me esp bc i have such terrible word recall now (thank u memory issues)

i just miss how clear i used to speak and how much i delighted in expanding my vocab and finding new words and putting together sentences in really pleasing ways. sobbing wailing crying pounding my fists on the ground etc :/

[midatwrtr]

Turn back time

LE SSERAFIM Sakura x Male Reader

6.6k words

Tags: Fluff & Smut

It was a chilly night of spring when you met Sakura. You were coming home from a late shift and she was sitting in front of your apartment. Your boss decided to abuse his position again by forcing you to work overtime, using some loophole in your contract as an excuse. You didn’t recognize her at first in the dark, she simply looked like a drunk teenager.

You could have ignored her, walked right past her, and everything would have been alright, but somehow, you didn’t. 

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked her, walking closer. She was wearing a pleaded shirt and jeans, while she used a black cap and black mask to cover her face. You made sure not to get too close, she was still a stranger, who knew what she had under her shirt. 

“Mh? What?” she replied with a surprisingly clear voice.

“Oh, I was just checking if you were okay,” you said carefully. “I mean, you’re sitting here alone, in the middle of nowhere…”

“You’re right, it doesn’t look very good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “So? Did you drink or something?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t have anything,” she said, mortified. “I was just having…” she sighed. “A bad day. That’s all.”

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked, the words coming out almost instinctively. You weren't particularly interested, but you understood that she needed someone that listened to her. It was more about offering her a chance to vent than satisfying your own curiosity.

The girl stared at you for a second, dumbfounded.

“I don’t have anything to do tonight anyways,” you added in case she felt guilty.

She thought about it for a second. It was a bit personal but after all, it wasn’t a bad idea. She didn’t even know your name and you didn’t know hers. For all she knew, you were a stranger she could have met on the internet behind an actor’s photo. What were the chances that she’d meet you again? 

“Well…” she started. You crouched down and sat next to her. You could see the moon peaking through the darkened clouds.

“You know, it’s been a rough day,” she said. “It seems like no matter what I do, people always have something to say.”

“Mh, I’m sorry to hear that. Sometimes it does feel like that.”

“Exactly,” she sighed deeply and then she straightened her back. “You know, it’s just so frustrating!” she growled, tensing her hands. “I’ve been doing this for years, and still, there’s always someone saying I’m not doing it right. It’s like they don’t even see how hard I work!”

“That sounds really tough,” you agreed. “People can be so quick to judge.”

“Exactly! They don't see the long hours I put in, the constant pressure to be perfect. They just hear one thing they don't like and suddenly they're experts, telling me how I should do things differently. It's infuriating!

"And the worst part is, sometimes it's not even constructive criticism. It's just mean like they're trying to tear me down. Why do they do that? Can't they see I'm just trying to do what I love? I don't understand why people feel the need to be so harsh!"

“It's tough when people don't see the effort and passion you put into it," you agreed. “But I bet there are still people that love what you do.”

“You’re right, it’s not all that bad. My friends are really supportive and always have been. They remind me why I started this in the first place and keep me grounded.”

“That’s great to hear. It makes a huge difference having people with you.”

“Yes. They're the ones who always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. It's like they see something in me that I sometimes forget” The girl sighed happily. “They're amazing. They are always close to me and help me when it gets too much.”

“It sounds like your friends do a good job of helping you focus on the right things. It's like having a personal cheering squad.”

The girls laughed. “That’s exactly what they are.”

Then she sighed deeply, her demeanor changing. "You know, as supportive as my friends are, I sometimes feel like I'm becoming a burden to them. They're always there for me, listening to my complaints and trying to cheer me up, but I worry I'm dragging them down."

"I doubt they see it that way. Friends are there for the good and the bad times."

"I know, but I can't help but feel guilty. like, how much can they take before they get tired of it?"

"It's natural to feel that way, but real friends don't see you as a burden. They care about you and want to support you, no matter what,” you said. “The important thing is that you’re still working hard. If they see your efforts, they will help you.”

"I hope so,” she said, her voice wavering. “They've never said anything to make me think otherwise, but sometimes I just feel so... needy, I guess. Like, I should be able to handle this on my own and not rely on them so much."

"It sounds like you're being too hard on yourself. Everyone needs support sometimes, and it doesn't make you a burden. It makes you human."

She nodded slowly. “I guess you’re right.”

"If they're there for you now, you've probably been there for them before. It's okay to lean on them. When something happens, you’ll return the favor,” you said. “For example, my friend helped me finish the project. So I bought him a really cool shirt, it was like this Pokemon-themed thing with Charmander and stuff, right? Because he liked Pokemon,” you paused. “But it was two sizes too small.”

The girl giggled. Her laughter bubbled up, bright and infectious.

“God, he looked ridiculous. But it’s alright. He was trying to lose weight anyways, it will motivate him.”

“Yeah, I am sure you did him a favor,” she said joyfully.

“That’s what I am saying!”

The girl recollected herself. "Thanks. I guess I just needed to hear that. It's hard to remember that sometimes, especially when I'm feeling overwhelmed."

You got up, patting your pants off to get rid of the dirt. “Do you want me to help you go back home? It’s kinda late now.”

The girl hesitated for a second. She didn’t know how to answer that question.

“Do you live far away? Do you want me to call a cab?”

“No, it’s not that…” her voice trailed off.

You listened to her silence for a second and understood. “You don’t want to go home, right? How about you stay here for the night? I have a guest room.”

“Well, I don’t want to disturb you…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it, it will be just tonight.”

She was a bit hesitant, she didn’t want to impose herself but you were sincere and she accepted the offer. You walked to your apartment, modest and minimal. You didn’t need a lot to live comfortably and you were at the job most of the time anyway.

When she took off her cap and mask, you realized who she was. You chose not to say anything. You didn’t want to scare her away. 

“Are you allergic to anything—?” you asked, you stopped just a moment before saying her name.

“Sakura,” she added. “No, I’m not allergic to anything.”

You quickly made her feel at home, showing her around and offering her a spot at the kitchen table while you prepared a simple meal.

As you cooked, you continued their conversation. She opened up about her life as a singer, and the passion she had for music. You already knew most of it but you wanted to hear it from her, it was much more interesting.

You listened attentively, sharing your own experience at work. It became a healing experience for you. You ate together, enjoying the meal and continuing to talk. You learned about her love for mangas, and how much she played videogames. You were a gamer as well, that’s where most of your money went and why your house was so bare. 

“If I could turn back time…” Sakura said, in the middle of your conversation about her idol life. “I wonder if I’d choose to be an idol again. Maybe I should have become a soloist.”

“Grass is always greener on the other side” you replied. “I’m sure once you’re old, you’ll look back at it and think it was a great experience.”

“I hope so.”

When it got late, you offered her the guest room, fortunately, you kept it clean. She accepted and you said goodnight.

Sakura didn’t feel like a celebrity. You felt like you met a good friend and you wanted to keep it that way. In the morning, you prepared her breakfast and bid her goodbye. You didn’t expect her to come back and neither did she. It was supposed to be a one time thing, to get her mind off.

But a week later, she knocked at the door and you were happy to welcome her.

It started with small exchanges—it was a bit more embarrassing now that you were both conscious of each other. Sakura would sometimes bring her books and discuss them with you, or you would turn on the TV and watch animes together. 

As the days turned into weeks, the conversations grew longer. You talked about her past, your past, your problems. It was a safe space for the both of you, where you could be honest with eachother. Sakura found herself looking forward to these moments with you, your presence becoming a familiar comfort in her life. It became a routine.

Her eyes sparkled everytime she spoke with you and you would always listen to her. You loved the way she spoke with such passion. 

But one day, you had to leave. 

It was your boss again. “I made some arrangements with this company, it’s a big opportunity, you have to leave tomorrow. I already scheduled the flight.” You couldn’t refuse and you didn’t have Sakura’s phone number either. You left in the early morning and didn’t hear from Sakura since.

A week later, you finally came back home. You close the door of your friend’s car and thank him. You take a deep breath, finally the air of your town, you missed it. Taking the stairs, you reach your floor and there she was, standing weakly in front of your door, Sakura.

“Oh my god, Sakura! What are you doing here!” you exclaim.

“You—! You’re back! You asshole why didn’t you say anything!” Sakura rushes to your arms and hugs you tightly. “God, I thought something happened to you! I thought the loansharks kidnapped you.”

“It was just a work trip,” you say. “And sorry I didn’t say anything, I didn’t have your number.”

“Oh. Well, I’ll give it to you right now,” she hurries you. You take out your phone and add her digits. 

“Is that your stage outfit?” you ask her.

“Yeah, I rushed here. I didn’t really feel like changing, I wanted to see you,” she says. Her sentence shocks you. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was more to it. You thought about all the little things—how she always seemed to know you were having a rough day, how she always came to you first to vent about her troubles.

You smiled but were worried. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about Sakura in that way before. You did plenty of times, but there was always some reason not to pursue it.

“But you didn’t even know that I’d be here,” you comment.

“I felt it.”

“You have a sixth sense, don’t you?” you laugh as you open the door for her.

With a quickly made dinner, you have time to catch up with Sakura. She had a lot to talk about, not only about her members but also all the other idols she met during the shows. She had a lot to vent about, people aren’t as nice as they look.

Sakura offers to clean up the rest of the dinner, which isn’t a lot since you have already cleaned most of the dishes, and in the meantime, you go and take a shower. Cleaning up the remnants of your hastily prepared dinner, Sakura tosses the scraps into the trash bin before wiping the table. Once everything is tidy again, she heads towards the bathroom to take off her makeup.

However, while passing by the bedroom, she finds you lying sprawled across the bed, fast asleep. An odd mix of emotions courses through her veins—it is a combination of fondness and happiness. You look so cute carelessly snoozing with that sleepy face of yours. She wants to join you, to touch you. She wants to do what she sees in the shows, to hold your hand, hug you while you sleep, and kiss you.

Sakura isn’t sure if her feelings are right, especially after everything that has happened to her. She knows to trust you, but to love you? Is she allowed such a luxury? Her mind tells her to steer clear, to not get mixed up in such a troublesome relationship, but she is stubborn.

Her back shivers. Sakura can’t tear her gaze away from your sleeping face. Your soft breaths are like music to her ears, soothing and comforting.

Then you wake up. You look at Sakura through your tired eyes and smile. “Oh, sorry. I fell asleep, didn’t I?” you say, laughing, and Sakura exchanges a smile. “Say, aren’t you tired, Kkura?”

“Mh,” she hums. “A little bit. But you must be—” she trails off, unable to finish her sentence.

“Then join me,” you say, interrupting her. She opens her eyes a little wider as she values your offer. She could find countless reasons not to, but instead, she settles for a place beside you. She awkwardly lies down on the bed, slightly curling her legs and resting her arms close to herself. Her eyes never leave yours, watching your welcoming smile.

“I really missed you, Sakura,” you say. You laugh from the embarrassment, clenching your eyes. “I got so used to your presence that I keep going back to my bags thinking I left something at home.” You pause to take a breath. “I guess it was you.”

Sakura is surprised. She listens to you silently, feeling that warm sensation inside her chest slowly expanding to the rest of her body. “I missed you too,” she confesses.

“The bulgogi at the cafeteria just doesn’t taste the same, you know?” You laugh. Feeling the mattress dip beside her, Sakura becomes aware of your presence. The wave of heat coursing through her veins makes her heart race wildly. Carefully unfolding her legs, she slides closer to you, nestling herself against your warmth, finally accepting your invite. Sakura catches her breath as your arm slips around her waist, pulling her even closer.

“This feels nice,” she says, and you giggle. It is a gentle embrace, completely different from the coldness that she had to endure for the week you were away. She simply lies there, letting the familiar scent of you envelop her, calming her frayed nerves.

“Don’t you want to change into some more comfortable clothes?” you ask Sakura.

“Mh? You don’t want to see me in it?” Sakura replies in a light tone. “You don’t like it?” she teases you.

You keep brushing her soft blonde hair. “No, it’s not that. I think you could be more comfortable in something else… but I don’t mind it at all. Besides,” you swallow your saliva, “it looks really good on you.”

“Oh? How good?” she coos, moving her hair away from the red top. You remember your reaction from earlier: how you choke at the sight of her tight top hugging her pearly white chest, how her toned midriff peeks from her gray pleated skirt, and how all the blood leaves your head. But you can’t say it, of course, and settle for a “Very good.”

“Come on, be more specific!” Sakura whines in annoyance.

“Ten out of ten!”

“You always say that,” she says.

“Because it’s true,” you retort.

“You know what I mean…” she says with a softer tone, looking at you with her typical puppy eyes. There you go. She plays with your feelings again. What are you supposed to feel? Your mind is a mess. She is so adorable, yet so hot.

You sigh. “Well…” you start. “I think you’re terribly hot. You make my head spin every time I see you. And today, you are unbelievable.”

Sakura clings to you tighter, taking refuge in your chest. Her breath comes in short, needy gasps; who knew words could be so piercing? She knows she wants you to say it, but she doesn’t know how it’d feel like.

Shifting ever so slightly, she presses her lower body against yours, finding comfort in her arousal.

“When you say it like that…” Sakura whispers. “Is it too much?”

“Too much for me to handle, that’s for sure.”

Sakura rubs herself against you, her hips moving slowly, riding your thigh. She starts moaning, low groans choked in her throat. She grows more desperate. Your words were turning her on. She wants you to see more of her, she wants your eyes planted on her body, she wants more. Sakura knew this was going to be a mistake, that she should stop before crossing the line, but she couldn’t resist anymore.

“Mh,... is that all?” She asks you once more.

“I have nothing nice to say, believe me,” you admit and Sakura understood perfectly. You finally notice her movements on her leg and you are just as aroused as her. At the same time, you are worried if her intentions were truly honest and if she wasn’t being carried away by the heat of the moment. You knew how impulsive Sakura was.

Swallowing hard, Sakura meets your gaze, refusing to look away. She could see the concern etched on your face, the worry mirrored in her eyes. For a brief moment, she contemplates pushing you away… and then she decides against it. Her hips don’t stop rubbing against you. She keeps holding you. Sakura wanted to know what you felt and what she felt.

Closing the remaining distance between you two, she captures your lips in a firm resolute kiss. 

Caught in the heat of her excitement, you couldn’t do anything else but kiss her back. Moaning against your lips, Sakura loses herself in the feeling of your lips. Rolling on top of you, her arms around your neck, she keps kissing you deeper and deeper. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath your fingers, a stark contrast to the rough texture of your own.

Pulling away slightly, she looks into your eyes. She could see her own pure raw desire reflected back in your eyes. Without hesitation, she guides your hand between her thighs. “Are you sure, Sakura?” you ask one last time.

“I am.” You could feel the moistness around her shorts. She invites you into her panties, into herself. Your fingers trace lazy circles around her swollen clit. She grips your shoulders tightly as the pleasure scatters through her legs. 

Arching her back, Sakura gasps as your fingers effortlessly slipped inside her wet folds. Her muscles tensed and relaxed, spasms of pleasure, drawing you deeper. 

Sakura lets out a high-pitched whine. “Mh!” You hit a sensitive spot inside of her. Waves of pure bliss ripple throughout her body. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully as you continue to finger her pussy.

Sakura’s mind spirals out of control leaving her breathless moans. 

“Can I see it?” you ask softly. Painting heavily, Sakura glances down for a moment at her spread legs, catching the sight of your fingers buried inside of her. She shudders at the sight of the messiness of her juices. They coated your hand, dripping down to your wrist and forearm.

She forces herself to meet your eyes to nod quietly. You quickly take of her shorts and underwear and take a good look of her wet lips. Gasping at the cool air, Sakura stared at you with worry as she was revealing her most intimate parts to you. She finds herself even more aroused than before.

With both hands at either side of her vagina, you part her slightly. You look at the droplets of wetness leaving her hole, sliding down her pink flesh, the warm scent invading your nostrils. You take a moment to observe how her muscles twitched but you couldn’t resist any longer. You open your mouth and dip your tongue inside of her.

“I love how you taste, Sakura,” you muffle. “You’re just as good as I imagined.”

Your words make her moan harder. Every finger of lower body tighten at the new sensation. You lick her slowly, spreading your tongue out on her pussy, licking from the bottom to the top, pausing on her clit. You send waves of pleasure to her head, making it difficult for her to remain still. Her legs clamp around your head. Her soft thighs just make it more enjoyable.

You eat her with voracity, making your head up and down. Sakura helps you by stretching her lips further apart with her hands, giving you full access to every inch of her folds. Her walls clench around your tongue, contracting involuntarily. 

You stop for a moment to swallow the liquids piled on your tongue. Sakura can’t wait a single second. “Please continue,” she pleads.

“You want it that bad?” you say with satisfaction.

“Yes,” she admits. “Please, eat me out.” “I will,” you conclude and go back to her pussy. This time, you wrap your lips on her clit and start sucking it softly. You don’t give her time to adjust as your fingers enter her at the same time, fingering her helpless hole. 

Sakura goes crazy. She begs for release. “Ah! Fuck! Don’t stop!” Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises all around your back. Lewd wet noises sloppily resonate through your mouth. Moaning your name nonstop, she is pushed more and more to the edge. The orgasm approaches rapidly. With a feral growl, she explodes, wracked by wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure.

Arching her back, she clutches your head, pulling you deeper inside her. Thick liquid drips from her swollen pussy, thick cum flow right into your mouth. Breathless and spent, she collapses back onto the pillows, utterly exhausted but satisfied.

You continue by softly eating up her remaining cum. Watching in disbelief as you eagerly lap up the sticky remnants of their passion, Sakura's breath hitches in her throat. 

“I didn’t know you could do that,” you said and laughed.

“I didn’t know I could do that either,” she repeated, giggling and covering her blushed face. 

Panting heavily, Sakura lays still sprawled across the bed, her body still pulsing with residual with the residual kickback of the orgasm. When you nuzzle your face against her exposed stomach, she moans softly, arching her back invitingly. Her leg itch, the shivers discend to her core. "Mmm…" she murmurs, begging you to continue.

Her fingers brush through your hair. You leave small pecks and smooches on her tone midriff, trailing your lips along the grooves of her abs. Your hands hold her hips, lifting her arched body closer to your face. Her heart swells with tenderness, she’s grateful, you truly care for her and want to make her happy. 

Your head further ascends along her body, stopping at the hem of her top. You look up to her, to her flushed cheeks and clouded eyes, panting heavily. “Can I see them?” you ask her.

She nods, “Yes…” Sakura then sits up to take of her top. It’s a bit complicated, she raises her arms and slowly pulls it off. When she takes of her last layer, you hold your breath. The tube bra finally slips off and her breasts fall down. They are beautiful.

Though not as big as they looked under the clothes, the shape was a lot more inviting. They were slightly saggy, drooping to either sides, with rounded nipples and beautiful pink nipples. There was a mole right on her left breast that you had never noticed. 

You look at her eyes just to be sure and gently grope her breasts. She lets out a small moan, bringing her hands back to open her chest to you. Blushing deeply, Sakura looks down your eager expression, her heart racing. She’s surprised at how excited you were and it made her even more aroused.

“Do you really like them that much even if they’re small?” she asked.

“They are perfect, Sakura,” you said. “And they could’ve been 100 different shapes but I’d still love them, because they are yours.”

Sakura smiled and locked her arms around your back. She's grown accustomed to your touch now and she couldn’t be happier. Her nipples harden beneath your fingers and she struggles to keep her composure. "It’s okay, keep going..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rapid beat of her heart.

Leaning in closer, she captures your lips in a heated kiss but you don’t stop fondling her soft breasts. She falls back to the bed and her boobs fall to the sides. Your hands collect them back up and you continue to play with her mounds.

Her body trembles as you continue to knead and tease her sensitive breast, alternating between gentle strokes and firmer pinches. Sakura bites down on her lip, but she doesn’t hide her moans, you love them. 

She had never felt so exposed yet so safe before. She wanted your hands to explore every inch of your body, she wanted you to know every part of her. And now she wanted to see you as well.

“Are you going to take off your clothes?” she asks.

“Oh, yeah,” you answered, only now realizing she was the only one naked. You made it quick, not wanting to make her wait too long. You were a bit embarrassed to show her your body, especially since it wasn’t nearly as toned as hers. However, if Sakura didn’t care than neither should you.

You were also worried about your size. Your hands were both covering your crotch, the head of your penis peeking between your fingers.

Sakura flashed a seductive smile and got closer to you. “Are you really going to hide that pretty cock of yours?” she asks you. Her hand grab your fingers and she peels off your hands. She licks her lips and palms your balls, holding your cock out right on her right hand. She silently looks at it for a second, looking at how hard it was, standing so tall just for her. That’s what she loved. You were hard for her.

And she was wet for you.

“Sit down,” she told you and you obliged, keeping your legs open. With her hand still under your balls, she raised your cock higher, giving her full access to the whole length. And then she was blowing you. With a hand at the base, she wraps your head with her wet mouth, beginning to move her head in slow, circular motions. Her eyes stare right back at you, with her sunken lips, looking for your approval.

Your flushed face is enough for Sakura. She increases the pace of her actions, sucking harder and faster on your rock hard penis. The muscles in her mouth stretch as she takes you deeper than ever before, her cheeks hollowing out with each passing thrust. A thin stream of saliva drips down from the corner of her mouth, mixing with your precum and forming a sticky trail along her jawline. 

She tries her best but she couldn’t take you into her throat. The pleasure was still enough for you to roll back your eyes. Continuing with her sucking and bobbing, the mix of fluids foamed up to a frothy white substance, sloppily falling down her mouth, to her hands, to your crotch.

Feeling you pulling her head down, thrusting your penis roughly into her throat, Sakura gasps for air. Her gag reflex kicks in momentarily, causing her to gag and choke briefly, but she quickly regains control, continuing to work her mouth. 

It could have been only a couple minutes but you couldn’t last any longer. It all came so fast, you couldn’t even warn Sakura that you were already filling her mouth with cum. Your release startled her, she opened her eyes and jolted back, letting the cum spill out to her hands. 

You continued letting out a couple more splurts before you could stop, however you were still twitching maniacally. “Oh my god, sorry Sakura,” you said.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she laughed it off. “That’s exactly the reaction that I wanted. Now let me taste this…”

Sakura scooped up all the semen that had escaped her mouth and poured it back inside. With a slurp, the last strings of cum left her palms. She gulped it down and showed you her empty mouth. She let out a satisfied giggle, watching your dumbfounded face. 

“Well, look like that got you hard again, huh?” Sakura said watching your penis coming back to life. “You’re so naughty.”

“You’re the one that just—look at what you just did,” you retorted.

“You’re right…” she agreed. “So? What are you gonna do no? Are you gonna put it in?”

“Do you want to?” you asked.

“I do.”

“Then I’ll do it.”

Sakura laid down on the bed, taking your place. You looked at her, her hair sprawled on the white sheets, her pearly white skin covered in her shiny sweat, her perfectly round breasts drooping down her chest, her creamy thighs. She looked like an angel. You couldn’t believe that you were going to do it with her.

You weren’t the only one. Sakura didn’t want anyone else but you, she’s been thinking about you this whole time and this was going to be the seal of her love.

Sakura opened her legs and let you get closer. With her hand, she helped guiding yourself inside. You sank in with ease. You were forced to blink rapidly and grit your teeth at the new sensation. It was incredibly tight, completely wet, and burning hot.

Your penis stretched her open. She moaned and contorted her face as her vagina opened up to you. Her hand gripped down your forearm with all her might.

“God…” she sighed.

“Are you okay, Sakura?” you asked worryingly. “Does it hurt? We can stop if you want.”

“No, no, it’s not that, we can keep going,” she said. “I just have to get used to it. It’s a bit uncomfortable, that’s all.”

She breathed deeply and pulled on your shoulder, “Please, slowly.” 

“Alright,” you said. You contracted all of your muscles to be as slow as possible, as gentle as you could. You let yourself sink, a millimeter at a time, being extremely careful not to let out any sudden movement. Sakura’s face relaxed as you went in, she stared blankly, giving all her attention to the feeling between her legs.

“Okay, like that… alright, that’s it,” she let you know. “I’m good now. I think.”

“Tell me what to do,” you said.

“Try thrusting it a bit,” she said. You nodded and guided your hips back before slowly thrusting your penis back inside. 

“Oh…” Sakura moaned. She didn’t look in pain, you were glad. “Yep, that’s good. That’s really good. You can keep going.”

You nodded again and started thrusting at a regular pace, still slow. 

Sakura flips around, grabbing the pillow in front of her. You plunge yourself back inside and using your whole weight, you stretch her to the point of bulging her belly. 

Gripping the sheets tightly, Sakura cries out in both pain and ecstasy as you brutally claim her pussy. Her vagina accepts you, stretching wide to accommodate your whole length. Each forceful thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through her body. 

Her moans become more and more primal. She cries out in ecstasy, muffling the screams into her pillow.

Unable to contain your growing hunger, you move relentlessly at the roughest pace possible, trying to satisfy your lust. Your movements become increasingly frantic, punctuated by your grunts. Every brutal thrust fills her to the brim, making her feel used and ravaged. The bed shakes violently beneath you as your passion escalates, leaving the once pristine linens drenched in sweat and other fluids.

Despite the intensity of your assault, Sakura doesn't fight it—she loves it.

The new pace costs you a lot. After a minute, you’re tired and way closer than before. You breath heavily, slowing down to give the both of you a rest. Sakura is panting and couldn’t even keep her head up.

“Sorry, Sakura, could you turn around another time?” you asked between your heavy breaths.

“Sure…” she replies weakly. “It will be better for me too.”

You groan quietly as you slide back into her. The rest of her body is stretched out on the bed, she’s way too tired to do anything else. You grab her hips and raise them in a prone stance so you can go deeper. It works, she immediately tightens around you so intensely that you feel like you might climax instantly. Her hands clutch the edge of the bed, her moans are free and loud as her face is no longer buried in the cushions. It's clear that she's on the brink of orgasm, and you continue to thrust into her as hard as possible.

You lean forward to place kisses on her neck and shoulder, your body pressing on top of hers as you slow down the pace to a grind. You want her to feel loved and worshipped. She tries to look up at you but the pleasure is so immense that she can only focus on your blurry silhouette. Sakura is so lightheaded that she her words sound drunk and splurred. 

“I—I’m gonna cum,” she says. “Please I want you to cum too!”

A few more thrusts before the dam breaks, her squirt flooding your bed as she moans your name much louder than before.

“I love you!” she screams.

You don’t stop thrusting however as you are also very close to reaching your orgasm. Wrap your hands around her small waist and you can feel her toned abs contracting and relaxing as the spasms of her orgasm keep milking you. Her squirt floods the grooves of her abs, pooling into a shiny mess. 

“I’m really gonna cum now,” you says. “I’m gonna cover you in cum!”

“Do it, please!”

“Fuck!” There was no way you were going to last any millisecond longer and with one final thrust, you spill everything you have been saving on her abs. Ribbons after ribbons of thick sperm cover her tummy, her breasts and some even get to her face.

Sakura lays there, exhausted. She wipes the cum of her abs, playing with it, looking at how the strings of thick cum stretch between her fingers. “It’s really warm,” she comments, with satisfaction. “I made you cum a lot, huh?”

“I thought I was going to pass out,” you admit.

She laughs.“Me too.”

You inhale for a moment. “Let me get you some towels.” You get off the bed and walk to the closet. Only then you notice how sore your legs truly were and you have to hold the door to stand up. You grab a couple from the stack of towels and hand them to Sakura.

“Here you go,” you say and help her stand up. Sakura takes them and slowly wipes her whole body. You could feel some of the remaining blood feeding into your penis but you were too tired to do anything else. So you sat down on the bed, besides her.

“You got work tomorrow?” you asked Sakura.

“No, nothing.”

“That’s good,” you say. “Otherwise the others would have scolded me. I can’t imagine what Yunjin would do to me.”

Sakura lets out a breathy laugh, amused but weary. Her shoulders shake gently, and her eyes though tired, sparkled. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t tell her.”

“Thanks,” you said and gave her a smile. “Let’s get cleaned up now.”

The two of you sluggishly move around the bathroom. Sakura must have gotten used to feeling tired after all the dance practices but emotional exhaustion was something else. It wasn’t just the sore muscles, she was exhausted from the ecstasy. 

She splashes cool water on her face, and quickly takes off her makeup. You brush your teeth with your eyes half-closed, the toothbrush moving lazily. You exchange tired smiles through the mirror, knowing you are the reason for the other’s tiredness. 

Once done, you shuffle back to the bedroom and drop on the bed.

Sat beside you, disheveled and natural, Sakura looked unreal. Bathed by the pool of the moonlight, she only sat still, but your heart couldn’t stop pounding. She was your world.

You took a deep breath when you remembered her words earlier. “I love you.” That’s what she said. “I love you.” Sure, you were in the heat of the moment, the adrenaline was pumping harder than anything else and she probably didn’t even mean it. Maybe it was a “I love how you make me feel.” Maybe it was just another way to praise you. But what if it wasn’t?

You had to know. “By the way…” you start. You gulp down. “Did you say ‘I love you’ before?”

Realizing what she said, Sakura’s face pales slightly. For some reason, she felt scared, and she wanted to cover her face. “Oh, I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I mean, I do care about you, but—”

With your heart pounding, you interrupt her. You try to talk to her as gently as possible. “Sakura, wait. Did you mean it? Because if you did, it’s okay.”

Sakura hesitates, she can’t look at your eyes, then nods. “Yeah, I did mean it. I’ve been trying to keep it to myself, but… After this week,” she sighs with frustration. She couldn’t believe what she was saying right now. “Fuck, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I just never had the courage to say it. I don’t want to lose you, I care about you too much.”

Your eyes soften as she talked. “Sakura, I feel the same way. Every time we’re together, I feel so happy, so alive. I didn’t want to say it either, because of the whole situation we got going on. But now that you said it… I won’t hide it.”

Tears well up in Sakura’s eyes, she’s relieved. So relieved. “Really? You feel that way too?”

Sakura stands up and jumps to hug you. You almost fall but you catch yourself with a foot. Her face is against yours, cheek to cheek, you can feel her tears run down your skin. “You have no idea how happy this makes me!”

You sat hand in hand, letting Sakura calm down as she wiped her tears. “You know that time that I told you I wanted to turn back time?”

“Yeah, it was the first time we met.”

“Mh, I thought about it and I wouldn’t change anything. Because I’ve got to meet you.”

You laugh. “God, how did I get so lucky to have you, Sakura. I love you!”

“I love you too!”

THE END

Written, 13 July 2024 - 18 July 2024

[missy4176]

A Last Goodbye

Cale Henituse x Reader

The room was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of your labored breathing. The once vibrant light in your eyes had dimmed, and your skin was pale as the moonlight that seeped through the window. The end was near—you both knew it. Yet, the man by your side, the infamous slacker of the Henituse family, remained as stoic as ever.

Cale Henituse sat by your bedside, his usual indifference masking the storm raging within him. He’d always been good at hiding his emotions, mastering the art of detachment to protect himself and those he cared about. But now, as he looked at you, that carefully constructed facade was crumbling.

The man who had faced monstrous enemies, and the burden of a destiny he never wanted, now found himself powerless in the face of your impending death. He had always been the one to remain calm, calculating the best course of action with a cold, clear head. But now, his heart was heavy, weighed down by the words he had never been able to say.

“Cale…” Your voice was barely a whisper, weak and fragile. Even now, you were more concerned about him than yourself. It was just like you—selfless to the very end.

He didn’t respond immediately, just tightened his grip on your hand. He felt the frailty of your bones beneath his fingers, the warmth slipping away from your body. Cale had always hated being vulnerable, but now, he was terrified. He was about to lose the one person who saw through his indifferent mask, who loved him despite—or perhaps because of—his flaws.

“Why are you still here?” His voice was rough, almost accusing, as if trying to provoke a response that would bring back the spark in your eyes. “You should have let me go long ago. You should’ve left, but you stayed, damn it.”

You offered him a weak smile, your lips trembling. “Because I wanted to be with you… even if it was just for a little while longer.”

Cale closed his eyes, feeling the weight of guilt and regret bearing down on him. For once in his life, he couldn’t run away, couldn’t hide behind his usual apathy. He had always kept you at arm’s length, believing it was safer that way—for both of you. But now, as he watched the life slowly drain from your body, he realized just how wrong he had been.

“I was afraid,” he finally admitted, his voice cracking. He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. “I thought… if I kept my distance, you wouldn’t get hurt. I didn’t want you to suffer because of me.”

Your eyes softened with understanding. You had always known. You had seen through his cold exterior from the very beginning, recognizing the warmth he tried so hard to bury. Even now, in your final moments, you could see the love in his eyes, even if he couldn’t say the words.

“Cale,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “You don’t have to say it. I’ve always known.”

His chest tightened, and he cursed himself for his cowardice. He had faced death countless times, stared it in the face without flinching. But now, he was paralyzed with fear—not for himself, but for you. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, not like this, not when he hadn’t even had the courage to tell you how he felt.

“Please… don’t leave me,” he choked out, his voice breaking. He wasn’t supposed to be the one begging, but here he was, clutching your hand like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world. “I’m sorry… for everything. I should have told you… I—”

You squeezed his hand weakly, offering him one last smile. “I know, Cale. I’ve always known. It’s okay.”

Tears he hadn’t even realized were there began to fall, staining his cheeks. Cale Henituse, the man who had always kept his emotions locked away, who had never shown weakness, was now breaking apart in front of you. And it was too late. The words he had always kept buried deep within him, the feelings he had never dared to express, were now pouring out—but they came too late.

You took a shuddering breath, your eyes fluttering closed. The last thing you saw was Cale’s face, twisted with sorrow and regret. And despite the pain, despite everything, you were at peace. You had always known how he felt, even if he hadn’t been able to say it. You had loved him, and that was enough.

“Goodbye, Cale…” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

And then, you were gone.

Cale sat there, still holding your hand, even as the warmth faded away. The silence was deafening, the weight of his unspoken words crushing him. He had always prided himself on his ability to outsmart his enemies, to come out on top no matter the odds. But now, for the first time, he realized he had lost the one battle that truly mattered.

He had lost you.

And with you, he had lost the chance to tell you that he loved you.

[lemony-snickers]

11. tentative hand holding

Kakashi pairing 😊

The storm that halted your progress continues to rage outside the small shelter you and Kakashi have constructed. You should be home by now, wrapped in blankets after a hot shower, maybe a cup of tea balanced on your knees.

Instead, you're crouched beneath an overhang dodging ice pellets and the tattered remnants of tree branches.

"Lovely weather we're having," Kakashi says, voice barely discernible over the howling wind.

You snort.

Everything had gone perfectly during your mission, at least. No snags or hiccups. Hell, before the squall rolled in, the two of you were on pace to return to Konoha a full half-day before you were scheduled.

"Gotta love this time of year," you say, "every season smashed together in a 24-hour period."

Kakashi chuckles in agreement. "Summer this morning, winter by the time you go to sleep."

You sigh, leaning your head back against the cool stone. "At least it's warm enough our toes aren't in any danger."

Kakashi agrees, "Still, it would be better if we hadn't gotten drenched before we found this spot."

He's not wrong. You are soaked to your skin beneath your ANBU uniform, the pants sticking uncomfortably to your thighs, the bend of your knee. You shake your head, droplets loosing wildly from the strands of your hair.

"You're worse than my ninken," Kakashi chides.

"Shut up."

He does, though you think his amused smile lingers beneath his mask.

The space you and Kakashi have claimed for yourselves is cramped, a cut out set into the side of a stone ridge. You and Kakashi dragged as many large tree branches as you could feasibly gather without being out in the rain for too long to stack against the opening before you finally conceded to the weather.

You sit, shoulder-to-shoulder, thigh-to-thigh, watching the violent mixture of hail and rain beyond the meagerly fortified entrance.

You hope it isn't too obvious how his proximity both exhilirates and frightens you. How long you've harbored a crush for the Copy Ninja you aren't entirely sure, but you know enough about him to think he's not very interested.

Of all his admirers, you certainly aren't the most impressive or good-looking.

Still, it's nice to let your imagination wander for a moment as the two of you watch the storm, to consider what it might be like if you got to sit with him like this all the time, not only when necessary for your safety.

"I'm not keeping you from any important plans am I?" he asks.

You scrunch your face up as you turn to look at him, forgetting for a moment you both removed your masks once you settled into your makeshift camp.

"I don't think you're the one keeping me from anything," you say, gesturing with one hand at the raucous display of nature happening only feet away.

He shakes his head, "Be that as it may, I'm sorry if you were looking forward to better company than me tonight."

There's something about the tone of his voice that tugs at you a little. Not sad, exactly, but almost.

"Trust me, there are very few people I'd be as happy to spend my time with." The way his single eye widens a fraction when you say it makes you think you've revealed too much of your feelings. Hastily, you clear your throat and add, "You're a good commander, one of my favorite teammates. I'm glad we were assigned to this mission together."

You don't dare look at him, afraid he'll be able to read the true meaning of your words in your gaze. You've never been as good at concealing your emotions as he is, so you stare resolutely ahead, trying to count the raindrops to keep yourself occupied.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, the storm continuing to batter the branches you laid at the entrance. The hail gets larger, then smaller again. It disappears and then begins anew.

Kakashi groans. "I thought it was finally letting up," he says.

"Apparently we used all our luck up on that mission."

Kakashi laughs, the sound reverberating off the stone behind you as loud as the thunder cracking across the sky outside. The sound sends a shiver down your spine and he must mistake the motion for you being cold because Kakashi pulls his arm wide and says, "Come here. We'll stay warmer this way."

You hesitate. Because it's plenty warm enough already. It isn't even worth building a fire--the rain would surely snuff it out in a few short minutes, anyway. But you doubt you'll ever get this opportunity again, so you huddle closer to Kakashi under the guise of necessity and his arm wraps comfortably around your shoulders.

You mean to say, "thank you," but you're not sure the words ever make it out of your mouth.

The sound of happily chirping birds serves as an alarm clock the next morning, your eyes flutter open to the sight of golden sunlight streaming in between the branches. It takes a moment for you to recognize the pillow beneath your head is actually a human shoulder--Kakashi's shoulder--and the warmth you feel at your back is his arm.

"Good," he says, "I didn't want to wake you, but we should really get going."

The realization that you have spent the night sleeping in Kakashi Hatake's arms jolts you to alertness.

"Sorry!" you say, trying to work yourself out of his grasp only to meet resistance. "You could have woken me up," you say, turning to look at him, extremely conscious of the weight of his arm still looped over your shoulder.

His voice is much softer than you've ever heard it when he tells you, "You don't have to apologize. It was actually very nice."

The way he smiles at you makes you feel like an Aburame--body buzzing with a hive of anxious flying insects.

He lets you go easily the next time you pull away, and the two of you toss aside the branches you used as a shield the night before so you can continue the rest of your journey back to Konoha. You expect Kakashi to leap up into the trees, to set a quick pace to make up some of the lost time.

Instead, though, he opts to walk slowly through the forest, like he's trying to savor the moment.

You think of the way he looked at you when you woke up, how easily he offered his body heat and closeness. Maybe it's the scent of the rain or the warmth of the sun on your shoulders, or the lingering giddy feeling of his skin against your cheek, but something bold and reckless flares in your chest.

"Kakashi?" you ask, waiting for him to turn and look at you before you continue, "When we get back, would you... would you like to maybe have dinner with me?"

You wish he hadn't put his ANBU mask back on so you could better read his expression. But then he nods, says, "That sounds nice, I'd love to," and your mouth breaks into such a giddy, love-sick grin beneath your own mask you're suddenly very grateful for them.

As you continue your journey home, Kakashi maintains the same languid, unhurried pace. You watch his hands swing slowly as he walks, half wondering why they aren't forcefully shoved into his pockets as they usually are.

With that same buzzy insect feeling in your stomach, you slowly reach out a gloved hand and brush your fingers against his knuckles. You let your hand linger there for a moment, testing his response, prepared to pull away at the slightest hint of disinterest.

Instead, you feel Kakashi's fingers press against yours and then slot between them. You curl your hand, caging his, and feel the soft brush of his thumb as it caresses yours.

Yes, you're definitely grateful for the ANBU mask now because there's no way you would be able to explain away the goofy smile you're wearing if anyone saw it.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

Re: your post about JohnandPaul. If you do wish to share them, I'd love to know your headcanons about John and Paul's feelings for each other. ( I do get your discomfort about sharing though and yeah, I also miss the long discussions and metas from back when Get Back came out. It feels like, except you and some others, most of my favorite blogs have moved on from the fandom)

I've been sitting on this ask for several days now.

First of all I hear you, re:blogs moving on. It's understandable, but it's also sad when my brain does not want to give this stuff up any time soon lol.

In my post I talked about having specific headcanons about their feelings for each other, but the truth is, it's more like I imagine hundreds of very specific somewhat plausible scenarios, while not actually fully buying into any of them.

I always struggle with how sure people are of some definite timeline of McLennon because I just don't see how it's in any way clear: the most compelling evidence that at least John had Those Feelings™ for Paul is stuff he said after the fact (compiled with the stronger case for John being attracted to men in general) – so, if I choose to interpret his words in that way, I'm still not very close to knowing when he developed this attraction. Let alone concluding anything substantial about Paul's feelings.

(And no, I really don't find the two of them saying the other looked good when they met particularly compelling. Appearance plays a huge role in first impressions, regardless of attraction.)

So I guess, it's more that I have open questions I return to again and again, for which I try to construct hypothetical answers that make sense to me. Aside from that bigger timeline question, here's a few more specific ones:

From what I've gathered researching the topic, listening to psychonauts speak about their trips, the acid mindset very much romanticizes all forms of human connection (among other things). I think that's probably what was going on during those "I know."–"I know." sessions John and Paul had on LSD. With that in mind, how might that have mixed in with John trying to understand how he felt about Paul? Could it have confused him? Opened him up to the idea? "Appeased" him for a while? (and again, the answer here would depend on the timeline of feelings in the end)

I still lean towards "Paul is not meaningfully attracted to men" (or at least "Paul valued other aspects of his relationship with John much more than physical attraction") – with that in mind I do kind of ask myself what Paul thought his relationship with John was exactly. Like, I don't pretend it was a standard, run-of-the-mill friendship, so I wonder a lot what his end-goal was, how he saw both of them continuing into later stages of life. The way he talks about the breakup, equating John choosing Yoko with John leaving Paul, speaks to something somewhat true about most couples that marry – but why did he not anticipate that before? What was different? Also, for $20 don't copout with "hurr hurr cause Cyn didn't matter"

Paul's various takes on The John Question continue to puzzle me. On the one hand, it sort of seems to me like Paul would have had enough context clues at the time to get that John was attracted to men, because some of our evidence for it is evidence he would have had access to – he also indicated at least once that John was in fact kind of openly bicurious??? (note: that rant keeps me up at night. Could write a whole thesis on it and also it's so fucking funny) On the other, Paul is pretty insistent that the rumours are Not True and he's not actually the only person to shoot them down like that. (May Pang, Julia Baird, Tony Bramwell, Hunter Davies off the top of my head) It shouldn't be a stretch of the imagination that a man born in the 1940s might have trouble rearranging the image he's made of his dead best friend so drastically (or in a way that might feel drastic to him). So what is it? Is Paul obfuscating the question to protect John's reputation/because he thinks the curiosity is in poor taste or does he genuinely not buy into it? I'm not actually sure whether he's weighed in on this since Yoko's "John Was BI!!!!" reveal. Has this stance developed over the years? And if I assume Paul does know about John's sexuality: does he in fact think John had feelings for him? I do think this is a thing he would never talk about if he did so it feels like there would be no way of knowing either way. But it also makes me wonder about the barriers he might have set up in his head to avoid that very question – because the truth is that if John had Those Feelings™ for Paul and Paul never knew, that's sort of the second-worst case scenario from Paul's perspective, right after John having never liked him in the first place.

AND THEN THERE'S JOHN. Because just because Paul may not have picked up on it, doesn't mean John wasn't putting anything down. But he could also very much have been sending mixed signals from his own end, right? And again, acid mindset + mid 60s Free Love shit: in that culture, how much could John making advances be perhaps taken as Flowery Friendship? Did he justify it to himself that way? Or was John actually violently shoving all of that down? Was he truly capable of that?

It really never ends – I'm not certain of ANYTHING, but give me a proposal (ie. "In My Life is about Paul") and I'll talk myself into circles exploring the ins and outs of that hypothetical.

[a-student-out-of-time]

PSA TIME WITH MOD BUBBLES

//I’ve talked a lot about DRDT, and that’s because I’m honestly so blown away by how good it is and how talented the dev is as a creator. At no point have I ever meant to imply that my interpretation of DRDT or the outcome of the story is the only correct one, I’ve only been speculating on it based on the evidence in the text.

//And while I complain a lot about works from creators like LINUJ, that’s only because of writing decisions that either diminish the work’s quality, damage the story and/or characters, or harm whatever messages it’s going for. Even then, I still try to see the good in works I critique and how I think they can be improved, because that's what constructive criticism should be about. My criticisms have never been intended as personal attacks and I’ve been trying to go out of my way to ensure they remain professional and constructive.

//I really don't have a bad word to say about the creator or the fangan itself. I actually want to talk about something else here.

//To be honest, I sympathize with their feelings. The amount of times I've seen posts from people in the fandom taking the piss out of my Switch Theory, mocking it, calling it stupid and me stupid by extension, and spreading misinformation about it? It's a lot. To say nothing about my work on this blog.

//As a small creator myself, I’ve had to develop a thicker skin when it comes to taking criticism or getting hate asks. Early ones I got were pretty harsh, and it did send me into a malaise for many days or weeks at a time, and I had to learn not to try writing when I didn’t feel up to it. Now I have the confidence to challenge bad faith arguments, and I have help from co-creators and friends to improve things.

//I say this because a lot of those asks and a lot of that negativity did affect me and I had to learn to not let it bother me. I still get sad and frustrated, but it’s not a creator-killing attitude for me anymore. That's not always the case every creator, unfortunately.

//Obviously I’m not talking about every single person in the fandom, but I just want to make this clear for fans of any work: please, for the love of all that is good and kind and decent, think about what you say about creators.

//I’m not talking about calling out creators for unrepentant bad behavior, you can and should do that. I’m talking about harassment, entitlement, and even just thoughtlessness commentary that goes into things said about small creators who work on passion projects, who aren’t making money off of it and who are just trying to do their best.

//It can be easy to think your comments, your criticisms, or even your attempts to be funny will be perceived how you perceive them, but not everyone will take them the same way. Your thought processes are not universal, and something small and innocuous to you can really hit a sore spot for someone else. Some people are more sensitive than others, and that’s something you really to keep in mind.

//This is especially true if you’re saying things about a creator themselves. There’s a difference between something like “here’s where I think the creator’s work could be improved” and “the creator is so X.” You can hurt them with the latter more than the former, because that feels very targeted and personalized. Even if it's not true, some people are much more self-conscious than others.

//At the same time, the response to this sort of thing is not and should NEVER be “let’s gang up on the person who said that and force them out of the fandom.” That’s unacceptable, no matter the circumstance. I’ve blocked people who've tried to have that attitude about critics of my own story because I will never endorse that behavior.

//This isn’t meant to be a call-out post, just a PSA on why you should exercise some compassion and thought, and don’t make unnecessary commentary about creators who work hard on projects like these for no money, or for people who say things without intending to be hurtful. We creators do it because we have something we want to share, and as bad as bullying can get, comments like that are worse in their own way.

//Even if you don't intend it to be hurtful, thoughtlessness can hurt worse than open cruelty. Please keep that in mind when talking about other people, especially people you either don’t know or only know from their work or one bad action. At the same time, someone making one bad comment is not an excuse for you to declare war on them.

//Above all, just be kind to people and show how much you appreciate their work. Even small comments have gotten me through periods of bad depression, and when people need time to work on their health before they feel ready to get back to working on their projects, respect that. We aren't content machines, we're just as human as the rest of you.

//Finally, to the DT dev, I don't know if you'll see this, but I've been where you are and also had to take time off for myself. I feel lucky that I have so many kind people in my life, and I sincerely hope you do too. Take all the time you need, and know you've got my wholehearted support when you do return.

[oleander-nin]

So um, sorry if I don’t explain this request very well, I’ve never really used these ask boxes for anything other than silly jokes with my friends… 😅

My request is a platonic ROTTMNT Raph x Yandere adult y/n… He is like a precious bean that y/n must protect at all costs! And they will kill to protect him if it comes down to it. :3

I would like this written in a sorta short-story fanfic format if possible, though the length doesn’t have to be short story if you are unable to do that.

Emphasis on this being platonic, I’m asexual and 18 so this has to be legal please. 💀

A/N, not important: Sorry this took so long. Just a warning to anyone reading this, I don't like Yan Y/n. However, I like you, so I tried my best. I hope I did this justice, but it kind of sucks. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: death, description of blood and washing of blood, dead bodies, gun, fighting, obsessive behavior, yandere themes, Appalachian mountains, kill list, my writing

Words: 824

Summary: You're willing to do anything to keep Raph safe. After all, he's just a dumb kid.

I sigh, the cool water of the stream running over my bloody hands soothed my beaten knuckles and washed the blood from my palms. I rolled my shoulders, fighting the kink in my neck while the stream stained pink before the water dispersed the blood and ran clear once more. I cup the water in my hands, rubbing it up my arm and neck. I needed a proper shower, but this would work until I could get back home. I couldn’t exactly drive while my hands were bloody, I didn’t want to ruin the interior of my car. Plus, I would need to clean out my car to get rid of the stains it would leave, and that’s just annoying. I shift my legs, standing up as I flick off as much water as I can from my arms and hands. Carefully stepping over the hippo’s body, I wipe my wet hands on my pants. I grabbed my bag from where it sat next to a tree, shoving the small handgun I had discarded next to the bag into it.

I pick up the bag and sling it over my shoulder, navigating through the thick of the woods to return to the trail. I couldn’t believe I actually convinced the magician to follow me all the way out to the Appalachian trail, but I guessed right. That worm was the perfect bait. I start the hike back down the trail, checking the time on my phone as I sip at my water bottle. It was a really nice day, slightly cloudy and a nice breeze blowing every once in a while. I pull up the list on my phone, crossing off two more names. I continue down to the trail, using the compass to help find my way back to the main trail. 

It takes about ten minutes to get back to the trail, and once it’s visible, I start the half hour trek back to the parking lot, keeping off the trail and in the tree line so other visitors wouldn’t be able to see me well. I knew the blood on my shirt and pants was still visible, and having the cops called on me would be less than ideal. So tree line hiking it is. I shift my bag on my shoulders, trying to ignore the ache of my shoulders. That stupid hippo got me good when he threw one of his dumb rings at me, and I couldn’t help but wince every time my shirt rubbed against the wound. 

The sun was starting to set, a warm pink glow mixing into the sky and more shadows settled in the tree line. The extra cover was nice, but I hated the thought of being out on the trail when it was dark. I eventually see the parking lot in the distance, and I slide down the steep incline and run to my car, trying to keep out of sight. I unlock the car, wincing at the small beep it makes. I slide into the driver seat with a hiss, setting my bag in the passenger seat. My fingers dance across the steering wheel, my mind still reeling. I knew it was necessary, but my guilt finally started to hit me. I shake my head, chasing away the thoughts. It was necessary, I needed to keep Raph safe. He and his brothers were in danger, and they refused to stop their stupid crime fighting. 

If Raph wanted to be a hero, that was fine. He was a great kid, an amazing one even, but that was the problem. He was only a kid, barely older than 15. I start the engine, my face hardening as I back out and make my way out of the parking lot. My phone dings, a text from Raph coming in. I couldn’t look at the text while on the road, but I already knew what it contained. He and his brothers went on a patrol before I left. If he’s only sending me his completion text now, almost 2 and a half hours after they left, something must have gone wrong. Raph and his brother got into another fight, and more scars must’ve been added to Raph’s growing collection.

 My grip on the steering wheel tightens, my mouth pressed into a thin line. I mentally went over my list, thinking about which of Raph’s collective enemies to go after next. If Raph wanted to play hero, I would let him. But I drew the line when he got hurt. I needed to keep Raph safe, no matter what. He was only a teenager, barely allowed to be on his own. I turn on the radio, a small ad for a certain mantis’ junkyard sounding through the speakers.

I turn off the highway, heading down a different stretch. It was fine. I could make another stop before going home. I had a goal to complete after all.

[thlover94]

Title: Afternoon Fantasies 

Summary: Tom is at work and Rebecca finds a way to occupy herself, but doesn’t realize he gets home early finding her in a compromising position.

⚠️Warnings ⚠️: 18+, Sexual Acts/Themes,and Strong Language, Real Person Fiction

Author’s Note: thank you so much for reading! I just do this for fun so I know it’s not perfect. I will always accept constructive criticisms and comments!

“Good morning, babe” Tom flys into the kitchen finishing tucking in his shirt, just as I flip the last batch of pancakes.

“Good morning, I’ll have breakfast for you in a few minutes.

“Hate to do this to you, but I got to get to the set.” He says as he guzzles down his coffee like it’s his last drink on earth.

“Oh that’s fine, can I have a kiss before you go?” Puckering my lips.

“If I wasn’t in a hurry, I’d make you beg for it” He laughs as he tenderly kisses me, but as always our quick kiss turns into to a full blown make out session.

“Fuck, I got to go” he pulls away, I can tell leaving is killing him.

“I wish you didn’t have too” I pout

“Maybe later when I’m home, we can go shopping and out for dinner?” He pats my bottom, and kisses my forehead.

“Sounds great to me. Love you!”

“Love you too, see you later” he scarfs down a pancake as he heads out the door.

I decide to take the day and do some yard work, clean the house, and write in my journal. Despite keeping myself occupied, I have come to the realization that I’m super horny and I wish Tom was here to relieve me, but at this particular moment in time I need to relieve myself. Opening our closet, I pull out our box of fun and grab the massive anal dildo, vibrator, lube and head for the bathroom.

Taking my clothes off, I then lay a towel on the floor, figuring the best place to suction the dildo is the side of the tub. Getting on all fours, I begin playing with myself by gliding my fingers in between my folds, imagining it was Tom’s twirling and flicking my clit. Once I feel primed, I begin to probe my bum with the tip but of course I’m not very anal savoy and find myself struggling trying to get it in.

“Need some help?” I’m jolted from my fantasies by Tom.

“You scared me, I thought you wouldn’t be home until this evening.” I ask somewhat embarrassed.

“We got off early…but don’t let me interrupt you” He sits down on the vanity bench and gives me that mischievous Loki grin.

“I uh I don’t think I can do this” I shy away

Shifting in his seat I can tell by the look in his eyes that his dominance switched on. “You are going to fuck yourself while I watch, do you understand.”

“And if I don’t?” I quip. He leans forward, his eyes dark with rage.

“Then your punishment for being a brat is not touching me for a full week, and darling I know how much you love your morning cuddles” his callus words sting.

“You bastard, you wouldn’t dare” I pout on the verge of tears.

“Try me.” He snaps.

I’m clearly not going to win this battle, I take a deep breath I spread my cheeks and with my other hand I try to finagle the toy but I find myself struggling.

“It’s still too big, I uh think I’m too tight it won’t go in” I start to panic. Tom crouches in front of me grabbing my chin forcing me to look at him.

“Here’s the deal, I’ll get you started but you will finish. Do I make myself clear?” He orders

“Yes sir” I mumble.

Stepping over me he grabs the lube and sits on the edge of the tub, his legs on either side of me.

“Open your ass for me” he demands, and I do as I’m told spreading my cheeks. I shiver as I feel his lubricated fingers massaging my tight entrance. After a few strokes of his fingers, he inserts two of them and begins scissoring.

“Now your relaxing” he continues his movements.

He removes his fingers, then slowly guides me onto the toy.

“Ahhhh…I can’t” I squeal as the toy stretches me

“Deep breaths, it’s almost all the way in.” He continues to coach me.

“Tom, please… can’t you fuck me…” I beg in desperation.

“No! You are going to fuck yourself, and darling If you let this fall out of your ass, you know what your punishment will be.”

Carefully, I begin to move forward and backwards feeling every inch of the toy.

“Fuck I love watching you stretch open” he grunts as he pleasures himself. I pick up the pace, my ass hitting the wall of the tub. I grab the vibrator and put it against my aching bean causing a fire to ignite deep inside.

“Oh god!” Rubbing my clit harder.

“Come for me my anal whore” Tom moans.

I pump my ass a few more times as my orgasm rips through me shaking every nerve ending. Just as I finish, Tom’s rips through him and I feel his ejaculate run down my backside.

“Don’t move darling” Tom pulls the toy out of me then begins filling the bathtub.

“What are you going to do?” I nervously look behind me.

“Can’t a husband take care of his wife?” he laughs leaning over and grabbing tissues.

“Was I a good girl?” I shake my booty as he cleans up.

“You were a very good girl, I’m proud of you” he kisses my lower back as he strips naked. He holds his hands out and helps my stiff body of the floor, we slowly sink into the warm water.

“This feels nice” I lay my head on his shoulder and we both savor the moment wrapped in each others arms.

After a few moments of silence he nibbles and kisses my neck. He then intertwines our legs pinning mine against the tub walls. Now that I’m open to him, I watch as his fingers glide down my belly to my center.

“I…I uh don’t think I can take anymore” shivering at his touch.

“Oh, but I think you can” he sucks on my neck, I know he’s going to leave a mark, but as always I don’t protest as his fingers sink into me. I move my hips to match his pace but it’s not enough I need to feel him.

“I want to ride you.” I whimper

“Ride away” He releases me from his hold. I twirl around and straddle him guiding his cock deep inside, savoring every thick inch. I slowly start to ride him, I take things a step further by nuzzling into his neck kissing and sucking this immediately triggers a low, rough grunt from him.

“You like that don’t you,” I tease

“Do it again” he begs and I continue to suckle and grind deep and slow, causing the water to slosh around.

“You’re a fucking goddess” he I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. His lips warm and soft, parting just slightly allowing my tongue to slip inside.

“I’m close” he gasps squeezing his eyes shut as I ride him faster.

“Fuck, Rebecca” His back arches and his body shivers as he reaches his climax. The feeling of his cock pulsating deep within me causes my orgasm to rip through me. I collapse into his chest utterly exhausted.

“That was incredible” he sighs.

“Yes… it was” I catch my breath before getting out of the tub. We immediately help each other dry off.

“Do you still want to go to dinner?” He asks as he pats down his arms.

“I think we should stay in and you can eat me out” I wink dropping my towel. Without saying a word Tom pulls me into his arms carrying me to the bed where round three commences

[acacia-may]

Hey so... does anyone who has ever actually written a kiss scene before maybe want to take a look at this one from one of my pending wips, please?👉👈 🙈

I don't generally write romance, and I think I've only written a handful of kisses in my life. I usually just prefer to just say something like "and then they kissed" and leave it at that lol. 😂 However, my sister was teasing me about it a little recently saying that I can really only write one (1) kiss scene and just keep writing the same thing over and over 😅 So I was really trying to push myself this time...

I tried to include some of the buildup and a little bit of the aftermath in this snippet so it isn't completely out of context, but I'm mostly just concerned about the actual kissing part...😅 That said, I would really appreciate any constructive feedback (even if you’ve never written a kiss scene) since I've been struggling with this for a while. Thank you so much for taking a look at it! 💕

And yes, it is Kelbrey... They're probably my favorite pairing at the moment. I have written a kiss scene for them before, but this is a very different take...[but thankfully, in a post-good ending universe this time 😅]

(Warnings: arguing, French kissing, punching, brief mention of blood, brief mention of alcohol but they are aged-up here and therefore of legal drinking age)

“I’m done, okay?” she cut him off with biting words. “I’m not going to stand here and let you blame me for wasting your time and holding you back, when you’re the one who’s out here running after me. I never asked you to do any of that."

“I know you didn’t. That’s not what I’m—” Kel stopped abruptly, gripping his hands into frustrated fists. “Aubrey, you’re not listening to—”

“No, you’re not listening,” she interjected. “If you want something, go ahead, Kel. Go for it. Fight for it. I’m not stopping you.”

Aubrey huffed, standing on her toes and leaning towards him, so close he could feel her warm, huffy breath brushing against his skin. When she met his eyes, he could scarcely catch his own breath. It got caught in his chest as he watched her bite down hard on her lip. His trembling hands were slick with sweat, and he swallowed hard, desperately trying to clear that dryness from his mouth. He considered trying to stumble over his words again, but when he opened his mouth, he choked on anything he could possibly say, overwhelmed by how close she was. If he wanted, he could reach out and touch her—stroke her cheek, run her hair through his fingers, even kiss…

“What is it that you even want, Kel? Do you even know?” Her voice, shaky but insistent, cut through his thoughts. “Huh? What do you want?"

It happened too quickly for Kel to even process what he was doing. He grabbed her face in his hands and leapt forward—his mouth crashing against hers, frantic yet effortless. It was almost as if his body was moving on its own, finally snapping under the pressure of her forceful questions, argumentative taunts, and the pent-up romantic frustration he had been carrying around for far too long. At that moment, his head was empty apart from the desperation to answer her question and the knowledge he had already tripped over his words enough. He could only hope that the fervid yearning of his kiss screamed “You! I want to be with you!” far louder than any words.

He felt her jerk backwards in surprise, but she didn’t break their kiss. Instead, she gripped the collar of his shirt and—could he even bring himself to believe it—pulled him closer to her. When she was finally flush against his chest, he tangled his hand in her hair. That ardent longing clawed at the ache in his chest as his heart raced. He could feel the softness of her cheek, the brush of the side of her nose. He could smell that faint watermelon of her shampoo in her hair, could taste that lingering rum and cola on her lips, but it still somehow felt like an out of body experience—almost like it was all happening to someone else while he could only just stand there awestruck and completely overwhelmed by her.  

She sighed against his mouth—her lips finally parting enough to allow his tongue to dart between them. A strangled yelp got caught in the back of her throat mingling with the sound of distant thunder and skidding tires on the street. Almost immediately, she pushed him away with a forceful shove, and before he could even think of what to say, of how to even begin to apologize or explain, her fist collided with his nose.

"Ow!" Kel struggled to catch his breath as he groaned in pain, cursing under his breath and reaching up to instinctively grab his throbbing nose. What had just happened? Had he really…had he finally kissed Aubrey? Had she kissed him back? And then…had she broken his nose? That last part made sense at least.

“What the hell was that, Kel?” she snapped between heavy, gasping breaths.

“I don’t—I don’t know. I can’t—” he stopped abruptly gripping his throbbing nose with his hand. He couldn’t think—too distracted by his pounding heartbeat, swirling head, and aching nose to even begin to process what had happened. He wiped a thin stream of blood onto the back of his hand. “You—you punched me in the nose!”

“You stuck your tongue in my mouth,” she snapped at him, and he flushed red, though he was sure his face must have been crimson already.

“Yeah…” he sheepishly admitted. She seemed far more upset about that than he was expecting. Was he just a terrible kisser? Truthfully, he didn’t have much—he cleared his throat—any experience, but that was usually how people kissed in movies, wasn’t it? And when she had finally opened her mouth, it had just felt right, had felt incredible to… He stopped and swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I…I won’t do it again.”

“Why did you do it now?” Aubrey demanded. Her eyes were wide, and her face was flushed red. Was she really that angry? Kel shuffled his feet and shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno…” he mumbled. “Look, Aubrey…I’m sorry. Can we just…take it back—pretend it never happened?”

“This isn’t something you can just take back, Kel. You just French kissed me in the middle of the street!”

“Actually, this is a sidewalk," he teased in an attempt to lighten the mood though he couldn't bring himself to look at her.

[rainbwspctrm]

{Lessening the Chaos}

{Characters || Ralsei, Jevil (DELTARUNE)}

{One day, or night, Ralsei is requested to try and appease the chaotic mannerisms of Card Castle’s locked up jester, even if just a bit.}

{First time writing in a while, and first time with canon DR characters so it's a bit interpretive, otherwise I think you'll like this!}

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The sound of stepping down stairs, as small bits of stone tip over and fall down the stairs, as someone descends into the deepest reaches of the kingdom’s castle, down to a prison cell constructed much deeper than the rest. This would be the location that a neighboring kingdom’s prince was welcoming himself to. It would seem a request was delivered to him…

“Appease the chaotic nature of the trapped jester… all I have to do is use the right words, talk this out and it’ll all be okay! That ‘numbers game’ might be a problem if he wants to play it, but I have to fulfill this order!”

The goat prince’s voice echoes, before he’s met with the prison cell. He’s been here before, so surely, he’s knowledgable on what he’s agreed to. Introducing the prison key to the cell, a door forms, much as it had the last time. Confident, he tips his hat down just a bit, trying to give himself just that much more of a tougher appearance.

“I’m ready!” Ralsei speaks, before stepping in, shutting the prison cell door behind him. Then, there he was. He who can do anything, he who is the one who is free, and he who is one of the kingdom’s most dangerous, locked away for a reason. The chaos jester, Jevil…

“UEE HEE! A VISITOR, VISITOR? HAVE YOU COME TO PLAY A GAME?”

There was that signature line from the jester that Ralsei expected. How he handled this encounter now mattered, as no one was there to back him up, should this get out of hand.

“N.. no! I’m just here for a friendly visit! Actually, I thought we could talk things over a cup of tea, so to speak…!” Ralsei speaks, doing what he can to keep his composure, to which Jevil responds in just a slightly heightened manner…

“A TALK? OVER A CUP OF TEA, TEA? A TEA PARTY WE SHALL HAVE? OH, HOW EXCITING! SHALL THERE BE FIREWORKS? STUNTFUL ACTS? BIG, GREAT CHAOS?”

Well, there goes his simple expression being blown up into something over the top. Ralsei was going to have to be more clear, and so he would attempt to do so.

“No, no fireworks, no dangerous acts, no nothing where anything gets hurt! It’s an expression, meaning we could talk over your… rather excitable nature! I was hoping we could keep things to a minimum, I was actually told to make sure you weren’t planning anything too explosive.”

This would no doubt be disappointment, disappointment to the imprisoned jester.

"NO CHAOS, NO FIREWORKS, NO ACTS? BOO-HOO, TRULY A PITTANCE! WHAT IS THERE TO LIFE IS THERE IS NAUGHT EXCITEMENT?"

Well, Jevil sort of had a point, but clearly to an extreme degree. This, of course, was what the prince was here to address, thus would he try to do so with his following suggestion.

"We all have an adventurous side, some more-so, but isn't it nice to sit back and take a breather? If we're always living in a thrill, in a constant rush… then it can all just flash by, just like that! Here, I got you a nice little something to decorate yourself with!"

From within his left pocket, Ralsei pulled out what appeared to be a neatly-tied bow, then made a close approach to Jevil, who despite that mischief-craving grin, was surprisingly holding still, and then…!

"There! A nice little bow for that silly little hat of yours! It's not the most orderly piece of apparel, but I figured being orderly isn't your  thing! What do you think?" Ralsei questioned, wearing an expression that held naught but good will. In response, Jevil gave himself a moment to have a feel for the tied-up bow, then…

"IT IS NEAT, ORDERLY, NICELY MADE. IT IS ON THE BRINK OF TOO ORDERLY, ORDERLY. I WILL RESHAPE IT IN MY OWN IMAGE, IN A WAY THAT HARM WILL NOT BE BESTOWED."

Before Ralsei could even question what Jevil meant- there he goes, at it, taking the bow off, and twisting and turning it in ways he couldn’t hope to read properly. Ralsei tries to intervene-

“If you might tell me what you’re…!”

Too late, the jester’s already done. It had seemingly been completely reformed, taking on a flower-like shape, and now more fit for attaching to a suit, which Jevil does so.

“COME, APPROACH. IT WILL NOT HARM YOU. DO YOU HAVE THE BRAVERY?”

Suspicious yet oblivious to the possible threat, Ralsei approaches… only to find himself lightly doused with water from the bow-turned-bowtie. A light laugh escapes from the prince, which prompts a laugh of three-fold strength from Jevil.

“YOU ARE NOT HURT, I CAN SEE FROM YOUR OUTWARDLY AND INWARDLY APPEARANCE. IT IS A SIMPLE JEST, A SMALL UNHARMING ACT!”

At least he’s not jumping at the chance to play his deadly ‘numbers game’ anymore. Seems Ralsei had gotten through, whether or not temporary. Feeling himself to be safe now, he agrees to himself to stay just a tad longer.

He probably faces a prank or two, but it’s all in good jest.

[harveyhawkscripts]

[A4A] The Cursed Orc and the Witch [Orc Speaker] [Witch Listener] [Fantasy] [Platonic]

A/N: This script is formatted slightly differently from my previous ones. I changed the listener pauses to various lengths and put them in parentheses to make them more apparent. There are also more vocal directions, which of course you are free to ignore. Thank you for being patient with this format change! 

Usage:

- Okay for monetization

- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely

Key:

[SFX and Action]

(.) Short Pause

(...) Longer pause

(Voice inflection)

Word Count: 1098

Setting: Deep in an enchanted swamp; a witch’s hut

About Grov: The speaker, Grov, is an Orc construction worker from the mountains. They are creative, boisterous, and ambitious, if a bit destructive. While on a journey, they are cursed by a mysterious being! Thankfully, a witch helps them.

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[Stomping, loud crunches, branches snapping, animals scattering]

GROV

GRAAGHH!!! OUTTA MY WAY! MOVE!

[Fwish, snap! Or magic SFX]

Huh-? RAAAR!

[Magic SFX]

URGH- I'LL KILL YOU!

[Magic SFX]

URK-! Uugh... y-you little...

[Thud]

[TIME SKIP]

[Fire crackling, pot bubbling]

Mmn... Ugh... Wha...?

(Gasp) Where am I? What the hell happened?

[Footsteps]

You! Stay back! Try anything and I'll tear you to pieces!

(.)

Yeah, that's right. Stay where you are. Now, tell me- ugh. Tell me... nng, my head.

[Footsteps]

Keep away, witch!

(.)

No, I can sit on my own. M'just... lightheaded.

(.)

Am I... hungry? Uh. Yeah. I'm starving. Why the hell am I so hungry?

(.)

Two days?! No, no, there's no way I was out for two days. .

[Stomach grumbles]

.

Alright, maybe I was. But I still have questions, witch. Like, who are you? Where am I?

[Sniffs]

Is that stew?

(.)

It's for me? Really? It's not poison, is it?

Well, I don't know! Maybe because you attacked me with magic and dragged me to your weird little witch hut in the middle of who-knows-where!

[Stomach grumbling]

You take a bite first.

Yes, I'm serious. C'mon now, down the hatch.

(...)

...Alright, fine. I guess it's not poison. Now gimme, I'm starving.

[Eating stew]

Mmmm. Oh, that's delicious. You make some damn good stew, witch.

(.)

Don't get me wrong, I still don't trust you. So, spill it. Who are you and why am I here - and where is here, for that matter?

(..)

The Southern Storm Swamps? Damn, I'm far from home. Now that I mention it, why did I leave home? I know there was a reason, but... I don't remember what it was.

(.)

I barely remember anything. Uh... I remember loud noises. Bright lights. It's all - ugh, it all hurts my head to think about. But I remember feelings more than anything. Confusion, fear... Agony. Everything was all fuzzy until this huge burst of pain, then my vision started to clear. 

(Suspicious) And I saw you.

(…)

What?! I - Now, hold on! I've never done anything like that! Maybe I am a bit of a brute, but a rampage? That's just offensive. I bet that's what you think of all orcs, huh? We're all just a bunch of violent, mindless, monsters -

[Thump of book]

What's this?

(.)

Yeah, I see it's a tome, but - oh. Furious Fever... Curse causes temporary fever, paranoia, confusion...

Hold on.

(Angry) You put a curse on me?!

(..)

Yeah, and how do I know that? How do I know you didn't curse me, huh?! 'Cuz I sure felt cursed!

(.)

T-that's true. I'm not cursed anymore. But why would you put a curse on me just to remove it? One of your witchy tactics?

(...)

Oh... Aw, alright. I see your point. A big guy like me can cause some massive damage. So, you just found me there in the middle of the swamp, rampaging?

(.)

Shit. So then, who did curse me?

(.)

(Grumbling) Yeah, ‘course you don't know. Hm... Lemme see. Cure for Furious Fever. Start with a strong blow to the head - (sarcastic) oh, that's nice...

[Flips pages]

Now hold on. There are like... four pages of instructions on how to remove this curse. You said I was only out for two days. You're not the only witch here, are you?

(.)

Really? How did you manage that all by yourself? You remove ancient curses often, witch?

(.)

Back when you were an apprentice? What, you're not anymore?

(…)

...Ah. I'm, uh, really sorry to hear that. Were you able to finish your studies before your master... y'know... died?

(.)

Right, right. Bad question, sorry.

(.)

Hm? Oh yeah. I'm from a hoard at the Southwestern foot of Splitshard Mountain.

(..)

You're right, we usually keep to ourselves. So why did I just up and leave? I'm sure I left before I was cursed, I know I did. But why? Why would I - (Frustrated, more to themselves) Grr, if I could just remember! 

(.)

Huh? Of course I remember my name! It's Grov. What do they call you, little witch?

(.)

Hmph. Never heard a name like that before. Well met, and all that. Guess I should thank you for everything - removing the curse and all that. So, uh. Thanks.

(..)

I'm a little sore, but it's nothing I can't handle. I've had way worse than this.

(.)

Oh yeah. I've gotten into plenty of scraps. Back home you gotta know how to fight. Plus I work construction, so I'm a pretty sturdy guy.

(.)

But what about you? What kind of magic do you do? Mainly healing, or...

(..)

Healing and defensive? That's handy. Why are you holed up in this swamp? Don't young magic users like you usually join a guild or a band of travelers? Explore and build your skills and all that. What are you doing out here all by yourself? Didn't you make any friends during your apprenticeship?

...

You were blamed for the death of your master and ostracized? Damn... That's really rough.

Um, real quick. You aren't responsible for the death of your master, are you?

(.)

Just checking! Gods.

(.)

He was killed by another magic user? What happened?

...

A mage who hid their face sabotaged the spell you were working on. And you saw them do it?

(...)

You did, but no one believed you. And so you were exiled for manslaughter. That's... awful. Absolutely no one believed you? None of your community? Family, friends?

(...)

(Deep sigh)Right.

[Slaps knee]

Pack a bag, little witch. And while you're at it, bring me another bowl of stew.

(.)

Because I'm hungry, why else?

(.)

Oh that. You need to pack a bag because we are going on a journey.

(.)

To find the bastard that cursed me, of course. I'll need someone like you to help me track them down. And in return I'll help you find whoever killed your master.

(...)

Whoever put that curse on me is obviously experienced . They ought to know what kind of spells would take a master down and who has 'em. If we find them, we can find the son of a bitch that murdered your teacher and sent you into exile.

(...)

Well, we won't know until we try, will we? Come on. Do you really want to live out here, in the middle of the swamp, alone for the rest of your life. Or would you rather seek vengeance?

(.)

Oh, don't worry about being recognized. No one will mess with you when you've got a big strong Orc like me by your side.

(.)

I promise, come with me and you won’t regret it.

(.)

Hell yeah! Good choice, little witch. Now go get packed and rested up. We'll leave at first light.

END

[rhetoricandlogic]

Book Review: The Annual Migration of Clouds, by Premee Mohamed

by Aigner Loren Wilson

Published in Dec. 2021 (Issue 139) | 470 words

Released at the end of September from ECW Press, Premee Mohamed’s novella, The Annual Migration of Clouds, was a perfect storm and excellent—but emotional—read. Set in a post-climate disaster Alberta, Mohamed’s book follows Reid. She’s a young woman infected by a mind-controlling fungus who gets accepted into a prestigious school far away from her home; as she makes the decision and preparation to leave, quite possibly for good, Mohamed weaves together Reid’s final weeks.

If you’ve read Mohamed before, you know that her work is evocative, scary, and beautiful, often all at the same time. She has a way of constructing sentences that create this rush and flow of words, all-powerful and impactful without losing the story or its emotion. The tension and relationships rise in her work in a way that demands to be engaged with. That style made the world clear, distinct and all the moments in the book feel full, heavy.

Such fullness created character bonds strong enough to make me wonder, like Reid, is it right to leave these relationships? I particularly latched onto the relationship between Reid and her mother. It was handled with delicate care and in such a tender way that my eyes stung several times while reading their scenes.

I went into The Annual Migration of Clouds with little idea of what the story was about. But Mohamed set up the book in the first few pages in a way that instantly sucked me into the story, had me concerned for the characters, and mournful of my own past—due to how closely related Reid’s story of leaving home is to my own—while also keeping me in a state of WTF about the state of the world.

Out of all of the things that Mohamed did well in the book, the one that stabbed me deepest was the depiction of someone leaving home. Throughout the book, the theme came up in a myriad of ways. Sometimes the leaving was in death, and other times it was like Reid’s—a leaving toward a, hopefully, better place.

The Annual Migration of Clouds is less about the destruction or aftermath of disaster and more focused on how communities, families, and people learn to live together and apart. Despite all the disease, death, and decay surrounding Reid and her community, they still work to hold onto what they have and try to cherish the things they are forced to let go.

[destinygoldenstar]

I’m Taking A Break

So… title says all.

I’m not quitting Tumblr, I’m just taking a break.

Any post you see from me the rest of this month is queued. And I have a friend that’s gonna help me reblog about Palestine so I can still keep word going. That’s important and it would be immoral to abandon that.

Why am I taking a break?

The answer is simple, really. I’m having an anxiety episode. And it’s just gonna get worse if I don’t get help for myself.

Some of my followers know I have anxiety. I got diagnosed a long time ago at this point. While I have moved to a better place that’s helped me since then, it still comes up from time to time. And let me tell you, it’s a detriment to a person. There’s no clear cure to feeling sick to your stomach and being unable to sleep due to nightmares and finding it hard to speak, feeling like you’re gonna throw up at any given moment even though that never happens…

The last time I took a break was the last time I had an episode like this. Three years ago. That was by Dhar Mann’s influence.

Here, some of my friends have figured, including myself, the genocide of Palestine.

I have been reblogging posts to help aid. I have donated to URWNA. I have signed my name to help demand ceasefire. I even registered to vote so I could vote against the ones encouraging said genocide.

Now, I am not Palestine. I have no Palestine relatives as far as I know. Me and my family have the unfortunate privilege of being pasty white peoples in America. That, and my bosses tell me I have a bright future ahead of me.

But my privilege and lack of stakes in the matter should be no excuse for not trying to help those suffering. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that I have a good life and everyone else seems to not.

That sounds like something petty to think, but it is something that’s tearing me up.

That sounds really selfish to talk about at a time like this as though I’m more important than them, but it is how I feel and I can’t ignore my own mental health.

I am the only one in my family that was trying to help. I wanted to change that, so I reached out to them asking if they’d help.

And that caused a dent in my relationship with my grandmother. Who is Catholic.

She was so ignorant to what’s happening that she denied everything I was telling her. Someone who usually falls for scams in a heartbeat questions sites I show her, that I reviewed to be valid. Then she goes on to pray for my well being while also asking I stop what I’m doing and be careful. As it’s not my place in a ‘both sides’ issue.

I felt sick to my stomach the moment she DM’d me this. And I knew I had to keep my distance from her and not look her in the eye.

I’m not a good persuader. But I know she won’t listen. She’s heavily devoted to her religion.

She can do that. That’s not my problem. My problem is that she’s not even trying to understand the issue, or me.

I really hope this isn’t the case for some people, but for me it is. My family and my co-workers watch the Super Bowl. I didn’t. I don’t even care what happened there.

I’m alone in my care on this one.

I would talk to my parents, and a therapist, and I probably will after I post this, but I feel as though they’re gonna say “You’re not Palestine, right? Then you shouldn’t worry about people you don’t even know. Especially if it’s hurting you in the process.”

I care quite a bit about how people view me. Again, Catholic grandparent, even if I am not technically in that religion anymore. The one time I didn’t was when it was clear to me that they’d bully me no matter what. A part of why I moved.

If someone calls me a bad person, I feel that. It doesn’t just fly over my head.

Sure constructive criticism is justified, and I’m not saying people shouldn’t give it to me. But at a time like this it gets so easy to just assume people like me are selfish and evil for not caring and not helping enough.

I don’t need to be a perfect Angel, that’s impossible, but I do want to at least come across as a solid human being.

I work at a local Publix in my area. That’s a community that strives in training their workers to put others first and help people. And that’s a great moral. And I’m grateful to at least help people in a small community, kind of like an average Joe.

Cause I’m not a superhero. I’m not some famous person of power and influence. If I could use that power to save Palestine, I would.

But I don’t.

And I know that this is selfish. I’m not pretending it’s not selfish. Here I am making this all about me.

But anxiety episodes are dents on my well being. And if I can’t help myself, I can’t help anyone.

So for the sake of that, I have to cut myself off from social media. At least for a little while. So I can recover and help again.

I’m not committing to any Pro-Israel product while I’m gone. And I’m not forgetting the war is still happening. Alone or not, stake or not, it’s my responsibility to not ignore it.

So… give me about a month. We’ll see how I feel. Then I’ll probably come back.

Thank you for understanding.

[oraclememehacker]

I think I said this the last time you did one of these, but your Futaba is PHENOMINAL

Everything you write with her feels straight out of the source material, she's extremely likable, and her constant memes and references are never to the point where they're annoying (Honestly they're more endearing than anything). All your different verses are extremely creative and make for fascinating reads and amazing interactions! Some of my favorite threads I've ever had on this account have been with your Futaba, whether it's something more serious like the one with the miracle drug, or something ridiculous like that stupid Plushie supervillain thread that still makes me laugh

And while I haven't seen much of either of them, your Sojiro and Wakaba seem very on point too! Wakaba is especially impressive since she didn't have a lot to work with, but you made her extremely compelling, and that has to be commended

TL;DR You're doing awesome with all of them! Keep up the good work!

How am I doing with my character?

Send in your constructive criticism, your tips, your unfiltered opinion! Words of love, words of critique, so long as it’s not blind hatred!

I usually reblog these as a means to just take a temperature so to speak: to make sure that I'm not straying too far from what people like about my blog and characterization of Futaba. You know, it can happen that you inadvertently change the characterization of someone over time just because of mind set changes and how you view the character. So I just make sure that I'm still doing well.

With that said, I really, really appreciate it! <33. I mean it, knowing that I make people think that I'm rping her like she is in canon is something that I always strive for. It's a challenge because I'm westerner trying to rp as an eastern character so it's always something I'm working on getting better with. I'm trying to incorporate more actual Japanese stuff as I learn more about the culture and such.

I'm glad you love the rps that we've done. They're some of my favorites as well. It's so funny when I think about the marketable plushie thing because it wasn't meant to be her actually transforming into a plushie, but merely her breaking the 4th wall a bit and showing a plushie of herself. With that said, what actually happened was way funnier than my original idea for it.

And I'm glad you like Sojiro and Wakaba as well. They are fun to rp with, and whilst I wish we got more stuff about Wakaba in canon, I guess that's my cue to come up with more stuff with her, since she's similar to Futaba, but I wanted to add my own twists to her. A workaholic who's not the best at socializing but is still loving and motherly, especially post strikers verse where she isn't addicted to her work as much.

And Sojiro is of course Sojiro. I love him to death, just like I love Dojima in 4. He has to deal with a lot taking care of Futaba, but he does the best he can, and whilst he isn't exactly open at first, he gets better and I think he ends up getting used to the idea of taking care of a bunch of misfits, and takes in more when he can.

Thanks for all the praise! You're great as well. I love all the ideas you come up with Phantom Spider and such. It's clear you have talent and passion towards all of this, and I love when we talk and I get to throw my ideas out. So I really appreciate all of that. Man, this wasn't meant to be such a huge reply, and I could've just replied with a gif but I didn't feel like that would be appropriate. anyways, here's the gif:

[akumastrife]

What A Wonderful Life {SPN // Fic Advent Day 8}

Retirement was a good look for them, Dean often thought, and couldn’t figure out how they’d gotten so lucky.

{Part 2}

Dean spent a lot of the time in the kitchen. It was both a necessity (Claire was still learning with little interest beyond functionality, while Cas took too many instructions at face value and missed nuance and variability in a recipe) and a joy.

Cooking was a creativity not yet fully afforded to him, and he was exploring it as far as it could go. It was different and constructive, and a way of caring for his family that did not require words or vulnerability.

It was evenings like this—the sun setting early and frost thick around the windows—that made him think of his mom, and if she was doing the same at his age. Standing at a sink washing vegetables, radio on soft rock, sigils carved in every line of trim and salt packed in the house foundation.

He glanced over at Claire on her laptop at the bar, and stopped thinking about Mary.

She’d had this first, and had it ripped away.

Dean had fought tooth and nail for it now, and would keep it as long as he could without jinxing it.

“We should go to the mall tomorrow,” Claire said.

Dean grunted, flicking vegetable scraps at her. “You have a car. Take yourself to the mall.”

“But we need to finish getting gifts for dad.”

“Oh okay, you mean you want me to pay for them.”

“And bond, obviously,” Claire scoffed.

Dean arched an eyebrow.

“And like, they’re nice things. Things Dad should have. And I don’t have that kinda cash.”

Dean hummed, even though he was already considering it. It couldn’t hurt. Get a couple more things for Cas, stop at that fancy kitchen store that just opened on the second floor, hit up the food court. It didn’t sound like a bad day. And he was a sucker.

John would’ve never considered it, would’ve berated him for being frivolous and spoiled.

He was trying very hard not to be like John.

“Can I get my belly button pierced?”

“What? No!”

“But Marci just got hers and its, like, really cute. And I could get—”

“It’s impractical, gonna get infection, and frankly, trashy.”

“Wow, okay, didn’t know you had one. When did you become some sort of expert.”

“In girls who had those piercings, hell yeah.”

“Pops, ew!”

“Exactly,” he said, gesturing at her with a carrot. “Keep that idea in your head—”

“Gross, oh my god, you’re the worst.”

“—and wait until you’re eighteen, if you’re still so set on it.”

Claire groaned loud and long, swaying on the stool and nearly sending herself toppling out of it.

“All done!” shouted a triumphant Cas, and a moment later he appeared in the doorway beaming. Flushed cheeks, clear eyes, hair damp and a nightmare from his hat.

And after all those years, still enough to make Dean’s heart skip and clench. Had to smile back, as stupid as it felt.

“Thought you were gonna take a spill off the roof,” he said, instead of anything sappy or gross.

Cas just shook his head, shaking off his coat. “I would never. That’s the point of wings.”

Dean laughed softly and tilted his head out without thought, shifting and reaching to accommodate Cas’ lean into kiss his cheek as he passed him as intrinsic as shifting in an automatic.

It was muscle memory; it was felt in his gut; it was a push-and-pull that had always been between them that Dean was only just recently learning not to be scared of.

“I see you’re in… full swing,” Cas said carefully.

Dean didn’t look away from his stove top covered in steaming pots, and knew what the rest of the kitchen looked like under the flour-dusted rolling pins and multitude of pyrex dishes covering most surfaces.

“I’m right on schedule,” Dean shot back, a little barbed. “Deloris can take her store-bought pumpkin pie and shove it up her ass.”

Cas sighed, audibly fond, as he leaned in for another glancing kiss. Assured him, “Your pies are the best for miles, everyone knows that. You have ribbons to prove it.”

“But Deloris still brings her garbage,” Dean seethed, whisking faster.

“Deloris can go suck a dick,” Claire sang. “Nick was telling me the other day she was planning on making a sugar plum one this year. For the potluck.”

The frequency on the radio buzzed and skipped, before resuming; Dean’s whisking stopped all at once.

He turned to her. “I’m making the pies. I signed up to make the pies.” Waved his whisk around fast and sharp as he spoke, splattering browned-butter and sugar onto the counter. “No one else should be worried about bringing pies. She’s trying to one up me. Oh, that bottle-blonde bimbo has another things coming.”

Hands dropped to his shoulders, squeezing and turning him to look at Case. “Dean,” Cas interrupted gravely. “The woman is sixty-seven.”

“And trying to push me out.”

“Dean.”

“She’s a menace and a fraud.”

Cas’ eyes crinkled in mirth. “I’m not saying I don’t agree with you. But also maybe take it easy. Everyone knows yours are the best. It’s flattering, that she feels threatened by you.”

“Noted,” Dean said. He got back to whisking. “And she’s not threatened by me. Not yet, she ain’t, I’ll show her what a threat really is.”

“Yes, dear,” Cas relented.

The endearment was not new, and yet still it always sent a little drip of warmth down Dean’s chest into his stomach. “How’s the lights looking,” he asked instead, clearing his throat.

“All working. Trimmed everything, put the icicles up, and even wrapped the porch. And I, uh, removed your handiwork.”

“That was the best dick I’ve ever made from lights. And trust me, it is not easy.”

“I still think two years ago was best,” Claire said.

“Be that as it may, I got three voicemails from the Home Owner’s Association.”

“Oh yeah? Darryl can suck a dick, too, then. He doesn’t recognize talent.”

“You can make a snowman and give it a penis, if you’d like.”

“I think I would like. Supposed to snow tomorrow.”

“In the back yard,” Cas amended.

“You’re no fun, babe,” but Dean flashed a grin and tugged Cas in for a proper kiss anyway.

[violettelueur]

RYŌMEN SUKUNA || PROUD

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, swearing and mentions of injuries, blood and death.

| form : imagine

| word count : 1574

| published : 18 november

| request : Aaaa,, I really love your Sukuna imagines! Can I request an Imagine where it’s related to ‘kind hearted’, the reader gets hurt and sukuna gets upset? Thank you so much! Keep up with the great work!! 💞🦦

| barista’s notes : let me admit this, i’m not confident with this imagine ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ i tried changing it a few times but i was really doubting myself every time and this was the result of it, so i’m so sorry if you don’t like it ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ also i’m not really good with fight scenes so if there are any advices that can be given to me, thank you so much ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ i hope you love your classic cup of black coffee and come again soon!

To say that you were screwed was more than an understatement. 

Right now wasn’t the ideal situation to be in for any jujutsu sorcerer that wasn’t Gojo’s level.

At this moment and time, standing in front of you was a special grade curse.

What made the situation worse was that Kugisaki was separated from the whole group making the mission more complicated than it needed to be.

“Itadori! Fushiguro! Go find Kugisaki and find the exit to the building, I’ll keep the curse in place!” you demanded, as you knew you didn’t have much time to explain the risky plan you came up with.

“Are you crazy? It’s a special grade there is no way you could defeat it right now!” Fushiguro shouted, trying to know what was going on in your head, thinking that you were utterly crazy for what you just stated to him and his classmate.

“I don’t care! Look, it’s having fun and underestimating us meaning it will use weaker attacks on me, buying time shouldn’t be too hard, just give me a signal when you and Itadori are safe, okay?”

Looking at you with widen eyes, Fushiguro continued to look at you like you had gone completely insane before closing them to clear his mind. What you were saying had much sense in it. Compared to the remaining people in the room, you were the one that had the most potential to defeat the special grade curse if you could, even when you and him were both grade two sorcerers. 

“Okay,” Fushiguro muttered quietly - still reluctant to leave you - before turning around and grabbing Itadori to go along with your plan, leaving you completely alone to defend yourself.

Turning back around to look at your opponent, you reached to the side of your hip to grip on the halt of your katana before slowly pulling the sword out from its sheath. From what you could observe, this special grade wasn’t a normal special grade, there was no way it could be deemed one yet it was. From what was going on around you, the curse hadn’t been able to construct a complete Domain Expansion, more of an Innate Domain at best making you come to the conclusion that it must have eaten a cursed object at best to become as powerful as it is - most likely Sukuna’s finger for one example.

Lifting your sword in front of you, you aimed the pointed tip at your opponent before tilting your head to the side to see what else you could observe from your distance.

“Would cutting your head off look best or would cutting both of your arms first be more sufficient?”

Of course, the curse couldn’t reply to you leaving it to only physically answered you with an immense amount of curse energy forming within the palm of its hand, ready to throw it at you.

“Looks like your arms are the first thing I gotta get rid of,” you answered yourself, as you quickly dodging the attack, only to suddenly appear in front of your opponent, leaving yourself enough space to swing your sword down to fully slash its left arm off as you then went ahead and spun behind its body to slice off the other off before pulling yourself back to gain some distance away from the curse.

However, what you had completely forgotten was that special grade curses were able their curse energy to heal themselves, as the curse’s arms suddenly regenerated as if you didn’t cut them off seconds before.

“Damn, I should have gotten your head first ha?” you rhetorically questioned, before using your free hand to pull a long black chain out of your pocket and attaching one end to the hilt of your katana. “Let’s see how fast you can catch,” you commented, as you then threw your katana while aiming for it’s head, using your curse energy to increase the speed it was going at. However, much to your dismay the curse unexpectantly grabbed onto the metal blade, leaving you no choice but to let your curse energy slowly flow through the chain all the way up to the blade causing a large red orb form at the end, quickly exploding before the curse could even react to stop it.

Swiftly, you pulled the chain back so you could retrieve your sword only to then suddenly see the smoke clearing and a large wave of curse energy coming towards your direction.

“Shit!”

In sheer panic, you use your feet to push yourself to the right to move away from the blast before your whole vision was concealed by the rubble and dust. 

Pain. That was all you felt. Pure pain. 

Were you going to die? Wasn’t you expecting that once you told both your classmates to find Kugisaki and run? You couldn’t lie to yourself, it was too painful to think about death right now. You couldn’t think straight at all.

Once the smoked cleared, all that the special curse could see was your standing figure panting heavily with your left sleeve completely gone due to the blast as blood gushed down your left arm. You had barely managed to get yourself out of the hands of instant death and luckily nothing of your body was disintegrated, just some burns and cuts here and there - to say it was surprising to see you standing was an understatement.

“From our battle so far, you lack the form of curse technique, but you still can pack a punch, ah it hurts,”

The blood loss was getting to you. Yes, having no limbs was not the better option but you could still live with that. What humans couldn’t do was stay alive with no blood and here you were quickly losing your live source the flowed in your body. You couldn’t even cover the wound as there was nothing you could cover it with and even if you did, the wound was too large to be covered. 

You were losing the strength to stand.

You were losing your balance.

You were losing consciousness.

Suddenly, you heard a loud sound of a howl from a distance. Instantly, you knew that Fushiguro and Itadori were able to find Kugisaki and get out. It was his signal. 

However, you weren’t so lucky in that factor, from the state that you were in, there was no way in hell you were able to escape now - but you were okay with that. If the other’s were safe, that was better than not knowing if they made it out alive. Slowly, you were starting to lose the feeling in your legs, causing you to completely losing your balance.

‘Damn,’ you thought, as you felt your whole body suddenly dropping leaving you no strength left to even brace for the impact, leaving you to close your eyes and admitting defeat.

However, just as you were able to fall to the ground, you suddenly felt a pair of arms catching you before you were quickly lifted up bridal style and pulled into a warm embrace surprising you completely from the sudden comfort of what you thought was your lonely end. Who was still in the building? You thought everyone got out, so who was carrying you right now?

From your limited sight, you could slowly make out someone in a dark uniform similar to the colour you wore, meaning it had to be someone from the team. However, the extreme pressure of curse energy that was somewhat suffocating you determined otherwise - no one within the area right now had this much power, no one at all. Unless…..

“Were you the one that caused this?”

Sukuna…

All you could hear right now a shaking tone as well as the couple droplets of water that was within the Innate Domain that surrounded you.

“For a grade two sorcerer, she really blew half of your body up with that little curse technique she used on you, I’m quite proud of my little one,” Sukuna uncharacteristically complimented you, as he gently pressed a little kiss on top of your head before gently smiling at you - knowing you won’t be able to see this rare expression on his face.

“You see, I’ve grown fond of this little human in my arms right now, and for you to do this much damage to her body, really weirdly angers me,” Sukuna stated before he turned around and began to walk away. “Wait there for a quick second would you? I need to take care of this one right now,” Sukuna commented, before gently placing you down at a safe spot to which he then started to use his curse energy to quickly heal your wound once he sat you up straight. 

Brushing away some of the hairs that were in your face, Sukuna placed one last light lingering kiss on your forehead before saying, “I’m proud of you, just wait a little longer, I’ll be back,”.

What was going on?

This had to be a hallucination. There was no question about that. There was no way Sukuna could have saved you let alone kissed you in any way. This was all a hallucination. Wasn’t it?

However, you didn’t have the power to stay awake any longer, resulting you to surrender to the tiredness that was taking over you, letting the darkness invade your whole surroundings, but not before letting out a little mutter under your breath.

‘Proud ha?’