#sp notebook

[sunfiltersthroughwillowleaves]

coryo deserves to suffer. sejanus on the other hand deserves happiness. to solve this problem i suggest they kiss.

[sunfiltersthroughwillowleaves]

i love th sapnigh legnuagle

besito para mamá

[starkspondwater]

Been thinking about stylennyman a lot lately because I can never pick which ship I like the best. Also may have just looked up episodes screen caps to draw their little faces cause I find them cute.

I don't draw much (or at all) but jfc this community is so talented and wonderful I just really wanted to put more out there even if my little self is anxious

[dryadologist]

"Scholars!" Wendell exclaimed. "What do I always say? You are a mad lot. Taking up careers that could easily get you killed simply to have something to write about."

independent & selective portrayal of Wendell Bambleby from the Emily Wilde trilogy. researched (i.e. tolerated) by Sarah.

[louvsona]

so i might be a little obsessed with creek

[d3zuk0th3qu33r]

The thing I put for the sprunki fanart challenge on talkie ai app (durple)

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

lowkey want to buy a style sticker but i’d have to track it religiously to apprehend it before my dad finds it 😭😭

notable finds that are making me feral:

[clovariia]

i wrote two fics for this zine and did a little bonus drawing for it too!! the pdf is free to download, so be sure to check everything out!!! :)

https://ghostlyzines.itch.io/k2back2skool

We're back to school for another year of Kyle and Kenny being precious together!

In this school themed zine you will see the boys sharing experiences, growing and falling for each other through a collection of over a 100 pages of fanart, fics, digital goodies & printables made by 38 amazing creators. Enjoy ❤

Download pdf + merch link: >> https://ghostlyzines.itch.io/k2back2skool AO3 Collection: >> https://archiveofourown.org/collections/k2fanzine_Back_to_Skool

[ornstein]

Nvm I got the entire plot of Ginsei Monogatari figured y'all.

[sunfiltersthroughwillowleaves]

guys. i think. i think i just got a girlfriend for realsies this time. also i just had my first kiss.

[lawoffgirls]

⊹ ࣪ ˖۶ৎ Revision and Void State; how to revised your failed attempts with the void state!.𖥔 ݁ ˖

This thread will be based on the idea I had when @/samoaconsiencia(twt) asked for help in our LOA group on how she could revised failed attempts to enter the void state.

Well, I've always been very obsessed with the idea of ​​void, I've been to a toxic level, but nowadays I even like to research more about it to understand both the state and learn more about our mind, but anyway, I've always been thinking, how could I revised my previous attempts failed with the void state, because it is reported as pitch black, I would not feel or hear anything, how would I visualize this? And then when Skye shared this doubt in the group, it seems that my mind went PLIM ✨️ and this idea came up!

Step 1:

You will choose simple things that you want to manifest, such as a tablet, eye color, appearance, etc.

(You can also choose an event, or something that has already happened and say it was a success story of the void!

Ex: your sp liked your story

You can say that this happened because it was a "test" success story of the void!!)

Step 2:

You will define a number of attempts that you have tried to enter the void, for example, let's suppose that you want to review that you have tried enter the void only 4 times (it doesn't matter if it was more or less than that, that choice is yours, it's a revision).

Step 3: Now you will revised that in all these attempts that you decided, you were successful, and in each attempt, as a "test" mode you took on One of those desires that I asked you to choose in step 1, and then that's it!

"But angel, how do I revised?"

It's simple my love, you will define your goal, what you want to review, in this case it is the failed attempts to the void, which will now be successful attempts, in this you accept that you have achieved it, and live your life!

But of course, I know there are people who have a hard time just accepting it like that, so here are some fun ways you can use to revision!

⊹ ࣪ ˖۶ৎ Writing;

You can write in a diary, notebook, list, both digital and physical, how your attempts at void went, what you assumed in them, if you want you can even put dates to make it seem more "realistic", and then whenever you need validation, read it!

⊹ ࣪ ˖۶ৎ Visualization;

In this one you will use your imagination, if you are the kind of person who loves to fanficte, prepare the playlist (or not), close your eyes, relax and visualize yourself waking up from all your attempts at success in the void, with everything you manifested in the form of a "test"!

⊹ ࣪ ˖۶ৎ Affirmation; If you are a more "minimalist" person, then this is for you, create small affirmations, which imply with the attempts to the void, for example "I entered the void as a test and when I woke up from the state there was my brand new iPhone 15 , it really works"!

⊹ ࣪ ˖۶ৎ the original thread!

[bunniebi]

Made a template for Infamous MCs :) (works like a dress up game!)

Feel free to customize/edit whatever you want!

I used this game by @ummmmandy for the MC picture (with some edits eg. jewelery)!

More instructions/info below

! If you play look at it on mobile hold your phone horizontally or you can't see most of the image lol.

Choose the notebook first and set your stats after that (for ease). The stats start at 10 percent and increase in steps of 10. Rounding up or down is up to you.

I think it's easier to fill in the "open questions" by saving the picture and just adding text on your device's picture app but I did add in letter options in case you don't want to do that lol.

Cut off the bottom part with the stat options list in your gallery too! It's just there as a reminder but you don't need to stick to it of course! <3

If you have any questions or are desperately missing an option let me know!

MORE CUSTOMIZATION?

Hope you have fun if you try it :)

(You don't have to tag me or anything like that. You can! and would love to see what you made but it's not required)

Download the psd here (Google Drive). One is my file for editing (Notebook_Detail) so thats the most detailed but not quite as organized as the Dress up file (Notebook_Meiker). Use both/either as you like!

Fonts used

Undertown - for the backstage pass

Burst My Bubble - body notebook neat

SP Marker - headings notebook neat

Moon|lime - body notebook messy

Clint Marker - headings notebook messy

For the text messages I used TW Cen MT, but that's a more default font (at least it was already installed).

[antiendovents]

I don't trust that half the anti-endo systems on tumblr actually give a shit about their fellow systems, because there's never any follow through.

(General you) You rave and rant about how ableist endos are, but you use SP and PK. You pretend that you hate ableists, but you use userboxes from people who are pro-endo or who demonize NPD. You bitch about how fucking horrible endos are but you never actually DO anything about it.

I don't use SP or PK because they're endo run. I don't use Finch anymore cause the bastards are pro-endo. I don't do anything that has fucking endogenic bullshit, and I can survive perfectly well like that. Anyone who pretends they need a fucking discord bot to survive need to log off.

sorry but this is actually a horrible take. An anti endo using SP doesn't make them less of an anti endo. It a helpful tool, especially for bigger systems like ourselves who cannot rely on stupid little notebooks or whatever the fuck else you'd recommend. Octocon isn't any better, it's endo neutral and it's dev has been in a few different controversies that we won't go into now, however my point is that there is literally no good way for systems to track their alters or their fronting. Acting as if you are morally superior because you don't need those tools is fucked up, get the hell of my blog and go fuck yourself.

(also telling people to "log off" all because they want to be able to be themselves online is fucked up as well. Sure, you don't need pluralkit to live, but it is a tool that makes life easier for plenty of systems and to deny that to them is just blatant ableism at that point. Especially when for a lot of us knowing who said what could be very important for tracking reasons or other. Just because YOU can be "perfectly fine" without any kind of accommodation doesn't mean everyone else can)

[scootvideo]

THE 4D DIARY

What is it?

It’s a journal to rolplay as if your manifestations have already been fulfilled, and write about them like a diary.

Manifestation is supposed to be instant HOWEVER,

many of us have a very difficult situation with our self concept. The objective of the book it’s to help us with the self concept and normalice the desires that we are manifesting in our life.

How does it work?

It’s a small notebook book, (at least once a week) write on it as if your manifestation was already there:

- Describe yourself, not only physically but mentally. Describe your ideal body, thoughts, clothes…

- Describe specific scenarios. Receiving your A+ grades, working at that exciting job, talking with those cool new people…

- Describe how it FEELS to be around your SP. Describe their smell, the way they look at you, the way they treat you…

What’s the purpose?

- HELPING YOU VISUALISE: Imagine yourself as if you were already there will help you change your mindset and habituate yourself of FEELING this way.

- HELP WITH SELF CONCEPT: Every time you doubt about yourself, read the diary, this will remind you that you are ALREADY LIVING YOUR 4D

- HELP TO STOP GLORYING OUR DESIRES: We usually unconsciously glorify our desires making them look as if they where imposible, the objective it’s mainly training our brain to go through this experiences so we stop glorifying them and they actually start showing up in our 3D reality

Recommendations

- Write after a visualisation meditation

- Be “realistic” (What I mean by this is that you should describe your experiences with your own words and personality, you can be truly free with your use of words, don’t try to sound elegant or out of your personality, this has to look like a page of your ACTUAL diary)

- DONT PUT AFFIRMATIONS HERE: This journal it’s not with the main objective of manifest BUT to help you get into the MIND STATE as if you have ALREADY manifested what you want. By adding a list of affirmations you will loose that special personal touch, it won’t look like a diary to talk about your experiences but more like a manifestation journal, for me personally it makes it feel more forced and less personal.

THATS ALL!!

Im the OG CREATOR of this idea so if you actually do it, post it in the hashtag #4Ddiary and tag me in your post!!

bye bye byyyye <3

[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART SEVENTEEN

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: sae-byeok has been ignoring you for a couple of days and you have to find a way to confront her.

wc. 3.6k

warnings: none

(nowhere girl masterlist)

During those two weeks you didn’t face, Sae-byeok had a lot of time to—think. Properly think. Not just about the outside worries of the world like her all consuming debts, but about who she is. At first, she used to immediately kill the idea of exploring her sexuality. She didn’t have time for such things, it’s not of her. But ever since you abruptly barged your way into her life, she keeps getting pulled back down to face this idea.

Sae-byeok didn’t care about love either. She was content being by herself and the idea of having to bear another person’s responsibilities is too much. But with you it was so easy. Too easy. She has seamlessly embraced you so many times now and has held your hand—all like it was a natural instinct.

She’s getting new feelings and emotions she can’t pinpoint nor has a clue how to act upon them.

Sae-byeok bites the inside of her cheek. She’s looking at you now after days of trying not to, and the answer became clearer.

She thinks you’re a wonderful person. The brightest thing in her shitty life. She likes how much more kinder and wiser you are than her about life, yet still have a form of resilience even if you act upon them recklessly. The fact that you chose to leave your comfortable world behind to find more meaning in yourself in a country that’s against you—it inspired her to think about herself in that aspect. The world was also against her, but she didn’t willingly leave everything she loved behind like you did. However, you both did it for the freedom. But you aren’t naive for leaving—you are an optimist…meanwhile she’s on the other end of that coin. A pessimist.

Today you both came back to the apartment around the same time, you were ar work at the gallery whilst she pickpocketed. Because Sae-byeok lost her most stable job ever and she isn’t sure what will happen once you leave for the summer—she’s tirelessly going from city to city almost everyday trying to collect as much as she can from people’s pocket. Life is becoming uncertain again. It’s scarier now that she has Cheol to take care of. She’s terrified the closer the date of your departure creeps up.

But what scares her the most is what will happen when you come back. You could potentially meet new, more interesting and stable people meaning you’ll forget all about her. Sae-byeok turns bitter just thinking about it.

That’s why she refuses to speak to you. Because realistically, you won’t come back knocking on the apartment door and you’ll just be a lingering ghost trapped in her mind forever. A faint memory.

It was hard at first, avoiding you. Especially since you come to her so bright and full of optimism. She learned to just reply to you with a head shake and walk away. It pained her at first, seeing the obvious hurt in your eyes and your lower lip twitch but one day you’ll thank her. And she will come out of this without a broken heart.

In the kitchen, Sae-byeok is waiting for the water on the pot to boil for her instant ramen. Her phones currently in her room charging—the only form of entertainment she has is watching you.

You, of course, were sitting on the couch with your legs in a crisscross position while you jot down things in your tiny notebook. She was curious to know what possibly you could be writing down. Maybe you were writing a list of items you need for your Italy trip—or spilling your feelings like a journal. Either way, you are deeply concentrated on writing something down. It must be important.

But after a while, your neck and wrist need a break. So, you stretch your limbs and in the process of that your head tilts to where Sae-byeok is standing looking at you. Your face lit up when you caught her because it’s been days since you two made eye contact.

However, her expression hardens and she swiftly spins back around to check up on the boiling water. She concentrates on the feeling she gets in her chest—the rapid thump of her heart. That was something new. And it only took you to look at her for her heart to react this way.

She mentally curses at herself when she hears you shuffling. You had to be making your way to the kitchen. It was hard to avoid you when you keep trying your best to approach her.

“Hey,” she hears that soft voice creeping behind her. Sae-byeok stiffens when you stand next to her. “I was thinking what if I bring back pastries back from Italy. Seeing as you worked at a bakery I think it would be nice to get you sweets. Do you know any Italian sweets?”

Sae-byeok nods no and silently pours the boiling water into the ramen cup.

“Okay, well see if you can find something that peaks your interest. I’m making a list and I want you fill at least half of it.”

There you go again—being the wonderful selfless person, she thinks.

Sae-byeok knows she doesn’t deserve even a quarter of your kindness. You can do so much better than this, she’s sure of it. She’s just waiting for the day you realize that your life could be so much more fulfilling if she wasn’t in the picture.

Sae-byeok just darts to her room with the ramen cup in hand. Dealing with the guilt of giving you the cold shoulder was hard, but she knows she’ll have a harder time dealing with the grief of you forgetting about her.

It’ll be better this way. You both will come out less hurt in the end.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

The thrift shop felt like it was part of a ghost town. Only you, Ji-yeong, and a singular visible employee are situated within these four walls currently. Although most of the clothing and shoe racks were filled to the brim, you could only afford to come for the one thing you need. A suitcase. And Ji-yeong swore by this place.

“Ah, well this isn’t much. Not like last time.” Ji-yeong pouts, crossing her arms and looks disappointed at the fact that there’s only three suitcases in the entire shop. “But that’s what we get for shopping last minute right before June.”

You reach over to inspect each of the suitcases. However, most have huge stains on the inner lining and one doesn’t even have a zipper attached.

“I guess these are the ones people didn’t want.” you sigh and roll them back to their previous spot in the corner of the shop. “I probably have to break the bank a little and buy one in a market.”

She scoffs. “Nonsense. Let’s come on a Monday morning that’s the day they get the best stock out.”

“Where are you going?”

“Shopping obviously.” she chips and scrolls through the endless rack of women’s tops. You send her a look. “What? I need new clothes for the warmer weather and it seems like you do too.”

“I can’t.” you say. It’s true—although it wasn’t the original plan at first. If you didn’t insist on paying Sae-byeok’s rent this month you would’ve been able to get new clothes for your trip. But you’re not going to cry over it.

Sae-byeok. Even just thinking about her makes your chest pang. You couldn’t deny the crush you have on her anymore—not after she confessed something so personal to you.

Now, you think about what more she could be hiding from the world. Her smile. You wish to see her smile sincerely and not in the sly manner like she usually does. A genuine one. It would be nice if you could be the one to make Kang Sae-byeok crack a smile. But that won’t happen in a while because she has been avoiding you for the past week or so.

It’s eating you alive not knowing the reason as to why that is. Or could you possibly just be paranoid? You think you might’ve scared her in some way shape or form. But one can only assume so much before losing your mind. And you know you’re starting to turn crazy.

Sae-byeok has always been a wildcard. A candle in the wind especially when it comes to being vulnerable. And she’s been so vulnerable with you in the past but flipped the switch after her confession. It’s all so confusing.

You didn’t notice you were spacing out until Ji-yeong shoves a shirt in your face. You blink back to reality.

“What do you think?” she asks you. “It’s a basic plain shirt but I think the color is nice. And it’s only two bucks—score!”

“Yeah. Pink looks nice on you.” you hum. Ji-yeong grins and tosses the shirt over her shoulders to keep on searching. “Hey, Ji-yeong.” you say after more thinking.

“Hm?”

“I think, Sae-byeok is avoiding me.”

She pauses shuffling through the racks and turns to look at you with a hardened expression.

“What makes you say that?”

“When was the last time you saw her speak to me this week?”

She winces. “Shit. When you put it like that—it definitely seems like she is. Do you know if you’ve done anything to upset her? I know that’s a hard question to answer since she pretty much gets upset about many things.”

You press your lips into a thin line and think back to Sae-byeok’s confession. “No. Everything’s been normal.” you somewhat lie.

“The only way to find out is to directly ask her.” Ji-yeong advises. “She’s so stubborn I’m certain that she will hold a grudge against someone to the grave. But if you just cut the bullshit and ask her—boom! There’s a ninety percent chance she will tell you—not in the nicest way of course.”

Confrontation. You’re very familiar with it but it’ll be hard for you to confront Sae-byeok amidst the revelation of your feelings for her. You could choke up or even worse accidentally stare straight at her plump lips. It’s already happened once or twice it’s a shocker she hasn’t caught you in the act.

“This top just screams Italy.” she gasps, pulling out a white eyelet tank and measuring it on your upper body.

“I told you I can’t spend money.” you frown. It was hard for you to decline such a pretty item of clothing though.

Ji-yeong wriggles her eyebrows. “I’ll buy it for you, silly. You gave me this beautiful necklace—this will be my gift to you.” she pulls the necklace out from her shirt.

“Thanks.” you mutter with a shy smile. “I’m glad you’re actually wearing it.”

“I’m not one to wear jewelry but I like that this one isn’t heavy. I don’t even feel it most of the time.”

Ji-yeong spends another hour or so browsing through the thrift shop. You just trail behind her to be her judge but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about the stone faced girl. If her best friend agrees with you, then she’s certainly avoiding you. And you will do something about it.

The sun was threatening to fall into the depths of the night by the time you and Ji-yeong make it back to the apartment. The days were getting hotter now that summer was approaching, you could barely walk without feeling heat exhaustion. It might just be you though because Ji-yeong merrily enters the apartment with a new bag of clothes.

Her outburst broke Sae-byeok’s trance from the phone call she was in. She was currently sitting on the couch, posture slumped and currently eyeing her roommate while avoiding eyeing you. She blinks back to stare at the floor and waits for the person on the other end of the call to speak. Your jaw clenches slightly—it was so obvious now.

“Oh, here before I forget—or before I purposefully keep it for myself.” she snorts and tosses you the white tank from her bag. She leans to reach the shell of your ear. “Good luck and remember—confrontation.” she whispers and whisks away to her room.

You stand there, staggered and with a shirt on hand. The hardest part might actually be walking over to the couch rather than the talking. Her presence seems more intense than usual—like any tiny thing someone does or says will receive a major outburst from her.

But if Ji-yeong is right, she will tell you the truth. So, you suck it up and plop down on the couch leaving a great amount of room in between you and Sae-byeok.

She’s still looks unfazed by you and doesn’t shift her eyes anywhere other than the ground. It might be nothing but it still makes your chest tighten. What made you feel more hurt was the fact that you don’t know what you’ve done to get the silent treatment from her.

“If you haven’t found her why bother call me? You’re wasting my minutes.” Sae-byeok retorts on the phone. Her voice was loud and demanding, it made your muscles tense. “I know it’s—I’m getting there…Just call me when you get actual information next time. Fucker.” she mutters the last part after hanging the call.

“Is everything alright?” you ask right after.

Sae-byeok went poker face on you the second you spoke. But you caught the way she faintly bit the corner of her bottom lip. She perhaps was contemplating something before she stood up from the couch. This is the part where you know too well—where she runs and hides.

You get off the couch as well and walk around her tall stature to prevent her from secluding in her room. Her eyes went round for a brief second, like she wasn’t expecting you to stop her.

“You’re avoiding me. Why?” you say, demand in your tone.

Sae-byeok’s dilated eyes turn malevolent and she straightens her shoulders. When she finally looks at you that’s when her expression turns even colder. “What are you talking about?” she scoffs.

She bumps past your shoulders to her room. It left you so bewildered—her sudden change. Your jaw went slack.

Then she reappears back from her room with her coat that she aggressively throws on, her way to the entrance door. It leaves you appalled.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.” she responds coolly.

“Out? Just like that?” you ask and she slams the door behind her as a response.

You were the ten percent.

“Did you guys fight?” Cheol’s voice appears briefly after you stood there to process what just happened.

Your nostrils flare up but you try to remain calm in front of Cheol who slips out of the room timidly.

“She looks mad…and she always leaves the house when she’s mad.” he murmurs before yawning.

“No, we didn’t fight…But I’ll go talk to her.” you state. It was hard not to choke up and you aren’t sure if Cheol is buying your lie with the odd look he is giving you.

“Okay...” he says, unsurely.

“Don’t worry we’ll be back soon, okay?”

When Cheol reluctantly goes back into his rooms the tears you held back were start to brim your eyes. You didn’t want to talk to her anymore in fear of ending up more hurt. However, you still rummage through your basket of clothes to find your light weight jacket. A small part of you has hope and that might just be enough to confront her.

So, you run after her. When you step outside the complex, you could barely make out Sae-byeok’s stature in the shadows of the young night. She is already two blocks ahead and is about to make a corner turn. You did a lot of running this year, but you never expect to run after this girl.

You feel an immense adrenaline rush when you finally see her after running like your life depended on it. However, she kept up her fast pace.

“S…Sae-byeok!” you are barely to say across the other end of the block.

After hearing your faint cry she stops dead in her tracks but doesn’t make a move to turn around to look at you. Your adrenaline sparks even higher when you sprint closer to her.

Now that she was at arms reach, you yank her by her arm.

“What the fuck!” she hisses when you pull her to the direction of a alleyway corner. However, she doesn’t fight back.

You pin her to the back to the alleyway and take a couple steps backwards to properly catch your breath.

“What is wrong with you?” she snarls, her voice is shaking. It could be mistaken for anger but there was a hint of concern that seeps through her aggressive tone.

When you finally blink your eyes open, you straighten yourself up to face her fully. The alleyway was dark. The shadows cover Sae-byeok’s freckles and you could barely see her sharp eyes and grimacing lips.

All the anger, hurt, and sadness you were feeling whisks away. Now, you were full of determination because she has no choice but to face you. You don’t feel your body movements, however your mind is blurry with thoughts of her.

You grab her by her collar pull her closer to clumsily crash her lips into yours. It was a quick impulsive kiss that ended as soon as it started. You know Sae-byeok isn’t a person who trusts someone by their words, she needs to see their actions. Even if it jeopardizes everything, it was the only way you were able to express it to her.

Her glistening eyes search yours the moment you pull away. You couldn’t possibly tell what she was feeling, but your actions must’ve flustered her by the flush that crept her face.

“I’m sorry.” you breathe, releasing your grip from her. The pull you had on her jacket exposed the lengthy scar on her neck she quickly tries masking with her hair. “But you won’t even listen to me I didn’t know what else to do to make you…”

Sae-byeok remains speechless by your earnest action. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish above water trying to search for the words needed to be spoken but ultimately flounders. To you, it was a sign to bury away your feelings deeply.

“Are you going to say anything?” you ask, your voice oozing with desperation. But she keeps on being quiet. “Fine, if—if you don’t feel the same way I’ll get over it…But if I knew you’d act weird like this then I promise you I would’ve never done what I just did!”

Sae-byeok was never a woman of words. You know that.

She doesn’t say anything at all when she reaches to cup the sides of your face to kiss you again. Now that you both know this affection is mutual, the second time is more gentle and lasting. This new sensation of intimacy was still so new to both of you, so you gave each other time to savor and test out this long felt kiss through feathery movements of each other’s lips and hesitant touches.

By the time you both pull away, both your arms are all over each others. Her hands gripping your waist, while yours were entangled in her short raven hair. Your faces were still inches away from each others as you both catch your breaths. Goosebumps trail Sae-byeok’s arms when your fingers absentmindedly traces the scar on her neck.

“Why were you avoiding me?” you ask, your eyes sparkly with tears.

“I’m…” is all she was able to say.

You push her away, causing her back to get pushed against the wall once more, and you wipe your tears. What was worse was the fact that you could still feel the ghost of her lips on yours.

“Wh—What did I do…?” you press further, still aggressively wiping off crystals of tears. When all the teardrops were gone you look into her guilty eyes. “Tell me, Sae-byeok!”

Her lower lip trembles and she faces down to her shoes. It was faint but you could hear her muffle to hold back sobs.

You reach to tuck the strands of hair on the sides of her face and gently make her face you. Her red eyes make your heart clench. “This isn’t just about me is it?” you whisper to her. “Tell me what’s wrong? Please.”

“I’m sorry.” she croaks. She tries to regain her composure by straightening herself up but you could still hear her sniffling. “I’m…just scared.”

You sigh and lean back against the wall beside her. It might be easier for her to talk if you weren’t directly looking at her.

“Scared of what?”

“You leaving.” she replies. You gulp. “Because you can. And you don’t have to burden yourself with me or my shitty life again because you have the opportunity to—to do great things in life. I don’t.”

“And you thought avoiding me would…hurt less.” you finish.

She barely just nods. And you just wonder how many more people in her life have left her in the past for her to want to cope this way.

“That won’t ever happen—“

“How do you know?” she cuts off, trembling. “People change.”

You go to take her hand and wait for her to look at you. “I know because what I feel for you won’t change after one stupid trip.” you say and watch the way her bites her bottom lip. “Sae-byeok, you’re so brave—and just…the love you have for Cheol and your mom it’s so beautiful. I get why you put on a hard front but I know you deeply care for your people. I see it everyday. Every sacrifice you’ve made was for love. And tomorrow, you will wake up at five in the morning like you always do because of love. Not many people in this world can do that, but you do. That’s why I really—truly like you…”

Sae-byeok immediately goes to wrap her arms around you. Her breathing relaxes through your touch.

“I really like you too.” she mutters shyly. “And I’m sorry again for avoiding you.”

“I forgive you. But please never do this again.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise me.”

“I solemnly promise.”

When the hug is mutually broken, the intense and high emotions is long subdued. Leaving you two to awkwardly stand there and reflect on this moment. When you and Sae-byeok make eye contact after this awkward pause, neither of you glance away. Instead, you share a small moment of laughter—also sharing blush cheeks and racing hearts.

“So…” you mumble.

“So…” she repeats, continuing to smile bashfully at you.

“Does this mean you are also a lesbian?”

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Transei na cachoeira enquanto meu marido trabalhava no home office.

By; Larissa

Oi Te Contos, eu me chamo Larissa, sou casada com Lucas, e o que conto agora aconteceu após a pandemia.

Ele e eu estávamos a mais de um ano em casa, praticamente sem sair pra nada, a pandemia nos manteve quietos durante um bom tempo. Um belo dia recebo a informação de que havíamos ganho uma semana de hospedagem em um hotel de uma praia badalada no estado de SP, como estávamos sem crianças, resolvemos ir, eu estava de férias e o Lucas trabalhando, mas como ele estava desde o inicio da pandemia em home office, precisava apenas de uma internet razoável e seu notebook.

Arrumamos nossas malas e fomos no domingo a tarde, já que segunda o Lucas já precisava estar lá para trabalhar.

Era um hotel confortável e aconchegante, sem luxo mas com muito bom gosto. Logo na segunda cedo Lucas iniciou o dia de trabalho na mesinha do quarto do hotel mesmo, cuja janela dava para a piscina, eu coloquei um biquini e fui para a praia tomar sol enquanto Lucas trabalhava. Fiquei um bom tempo queimando meu corpinho e bebendo agua de coco e perto da hora do almoço voltei para o hotel.

Ao chegar lá, encontrei na recepção um jovem chamado Denilson, alto, moreno claro, aparentemente muito forte, mas não de academia, me cumprimentou e disse para ficarmos a vontade, pois o hotel só tinha mais um casal hospedado e não teria mais ninguém até quinta. Agradeci e subi para o quarto, me troquei e convidei o Lucas para

comermos alguma coisa, ele sugeriu comermos no hotel mesmo pois estava muito ocupado com o trabalho, descemos até a recepção e solicitamos almoço ao Denilson, ele avisou a cozinha e sentamos para comer, depois do almoço voltamos para o quarto, coloquei o biquini novamente e disse pro Lucas que ia tomar sol na piscina, ele concordou e desci até o deck, me estiquei, coloquei meus óculos escuros e fiquei lá sem fazer nada, de repente percebo alguém se aproximando, era o Denilson:

– Oi Dona Larissa, tudo bem? Precisa de algo?

– Para com esse dona, me chama só de Lari – disse sorrindo

– Ok Lari, e ai, já conhecia a cidade ?

– Sim, adoro as praias daqui, acho uma região bem agradável

– Já foi nas cachoeiras ?

– Fui em uma que fica perto das pedras da praia

– Ahhhh Lari, aqui tem umas maravilhosas, que nós escondemos dos turistas pra preservar

– Que bom saber disso, como chego nelas ?

– Não posso contar, kkkkk…

– pq não? – perguntei com voz triste

– Pq só os caiçaras vão lá, mas posso te levar lá, se vc quiser

– Olha, que legal, vou querer sim, quando vc pode me levar ?

– Agora mesmo se a madame quiser…

– Ahhh não quero atrapalhar seu serviço

– Relaxa, sou filhos dos donos, meus pais estão aqui, então posso sair de vez em quando

– Hummmm, interessante, então vc tá sempre aqui ?

– Todos os dias, essa pousada é minha vida

– Entendi, bom, vou falar com o Lucas e vamos

– Ele não vai ficar bravo ? Se quiser esperamos ele terminar pra ir tb

– Não vai não, além disso, a coisa tá feia no serviço dele, ele vai demorar muuuito ainda

- Então tá bom, te espero aqui embaixo

Subi, me troquei e avisei o Lucas que iria sair para ir na cachoeira com o Denilson, ele apenas concordou com a cabeça, tem tirar os olhos da tela, dei um beijinho nele e saí. Fui com o Biquini, um shorts curto por cima e o sutiã do biquini apenas, levei uma mochilinha com coisas básicas e fomos. Fui dirigindo e ele me guiando pelo caminho, era um pouco afastado da pousada, realmente um lugar que turista nenhum descobriria.

Chegamos a um ponto onde não dava mais pra ir de carro, descemos e fomos caminhando, era uma trilha relativamente longa e íngreme, o Denilson foi na frente levando minha mochila e me ajudando nas partes mais difíceis, num determinado momento, eu escorreguei e ele rapidamente me segurou para não cair, senti o toque das pesadas mãos dele e confesso que me deu um arrepio gostoso. Uns 10 minutos caminhando e chegamos na tal cachoeira, era realmente deslumbrante, uma queda d’água relativamente alta e um belo e raso lago embaixo, com uma parte mais funda perto da densa nuvem de água, havia também várias pedras nas laterais do curso da cachoeira e a densa mata fechava bem o local, impedindo o forte sol de chegar ao local.

Como já imaginava, não havia ninguém no local, era uma segunda feira e como era um local que os turistas não conheciam, realmente pouco provável que houvesse alguém por lá. Denilson sentou em uma das pedras, eu virei de costas pra ele e tirei o shorts, ficando apenas de biquini, só depois me toquei que estava exibindo minha bunda para ele, mas enfim, não falei nada, deixei as coisas nas pedras e fui adentrando ao curso da cachoeira bem devagar, a água era muito gelada como em toda cachoeira e por isso, foi difícil entrar de verdade na água, mas depois de pouco tempo criei coragem e realmente me banhei na cachoeira, molhando os cabelos e o resto do corpo, apesar do frio estava muito bom, estava tão bom que achei estranho quando ele não entrou junto, então perguntei:

– Não vai entrar não?

– Não, vou ficar só fazendo companhia pra vc mesmo

– Para com isso, essa água tá uma delicia

– Não trouxe sunga

– Vem de cueca mesmo ué, de boa

– Imagina, se seu marido descobre isso vai ficar bravo comigo

– Vai não – respondi sorrindo

Ele ainda envergonhado ficou meio de lado e foi tirando a bermuda e a camiseta, quando virou de frente eu entendi porque toda a vergonha, ele estava com uma cueca branca e de pau duro e minha nossa senhora, que pau ! O enorme pau dele marcava a cueca branca já molhada e realmente fiquei bastante excitada quando vi, ele foi lentamente caminhando até mim, quando chegou perto falou:

– Tem certeza que seu marido não vai ficar bravo com essa situação?

Cheguei perto dele e falei:

– Se ele sabe que vim sozinha aqui com vc, e não precisa saber de mais alem disso…

Disse isso e dei um beijo na boca dele, um beijo bem quente e gostoso, com muita língua, mordidinhas no lábio e tesão, enquanto me beijava ele me puxou pela cintura e trouxe mais perto do seu corpo, começou a alisar minha bunda e dar apertões fortes nela, eu passava a mão por aquele corpo gostoso e logo encontrei o que queria, enchi a mão na rola dele, tirei pra fora da cueca e punhetei enquanto beijava, então ele me puxou pra sairmos da água.

Denilson me colocou encostada em uma pedra, puxou o lacinho e tirou o sutiã do biquini, se inclinou um pouco e chupou meus seios, ele lambia, mordiscava, dava chupões e eu fui ficando louca, as vezes ele subia, me beijava, beijava meu pescoço, minha orelha e dizia que eu era uma cachorra safada.

Ele ficou um bom tempo chupando meus peitos, até que se abaixou um pouco e lentamente tirou a calcinha do biquini, me deixando peladinha, ele voltou a me beijar e chupar meus seios, mas passou a dedilhar minha bucetinha, enfiava um, dois dedos lá dentro e eu fui ficando louca, com vontade de ser fodida com força, ele tirava o dedo da buceta, pegava na minha bunda, enfiava um dedo no meu cuzinho e fui ficando louca com aquele homem gostoso passeando pelo meu corpo...

Então, inverti e coloquei ele apoiado na pedra, tirei aquela cueca branca e admirei aquele caralho lindo, grande, grosso, veiúdo e cabeçudo, que pau grande e bonito, não tive duvida, me abaixei e mamei gostoso a rola dele, não dava pra ajoelhar, por isso, inclinada, não fiquei muito tempo chupando, mas chupei gostoso, subia e descia, lambia a cabeça e ia deixando mais duro e babado, em ponto de bala.

Parei de chupar e comecei a passar a mão no corpo dele enquanto o beijava, alisando cada parte daquele homem, ele então, me virou de costas, me apoiou na pedra e encostou em mim, de costas pra ele, sentia as mãos dele passeando pelos meus seios, pela minha bucetinha e pela minha bunda, ele adorou minha bunda e a elogiou bastante, ele me dava beijinhos no pescoço ainda de costas, mordiscava minha orelha e eu apenas gemia com os toques fortes e safados dele.

Ele ficou um bom tempo me pegando e passando o dedo na minha buceta, fez isso tão bem que ela estava simplesmente inundada, de tanto tesão, ele então me fez inclinar o corpo para trás e arrebitar a bunda, se colocou atrás de mim, deu uns 3 tapas na minha bunda e disse que ia me comer gostoso, ele segurou o pau duro como pedra e ficou pincelando na minha bucetinha, esfregando a cabeça no meu grelinho e fui perdendo a noção, a essa altura eu implorava pra ser comida, e de repente o pau deslizou pra dentro...

Nossa!!! Como foi gostoso, aquele pau era enorme e me preenchia deliciosamente, ele segurou meus quadris e começou a enfiar devagar, lentamente ele ia me comendo e eu gemia conforme ele colocava o caralho na minha xoxotinha. Em pouco tempo ele começou a meter mais forte, bem forte mesmo, a ponto de eu precisa segurar forte na pedra para não ser empurrada com tudo, e aquilo foi ficando bom, mas foi ficando bom num nível que eu não gemia mais, eu gritava de tesão.

Ele socava e dava pra ouvir bem alto o barulho do saco dele batendo na minha bunda, eu gemia descontroladamente e fiquei ainda mais louca quando ele enrolou uma das mãos nos meus cabelos e puxou enquanto me fodia, a cena era incrível, ele me comendo quase em pé, arqueada em cima de uma pedra, com o cabelo sendo puxado, vez ou outra ele dava fortes tapas na minha grande e deliciosa bunda, fiquei imaginando a pele morena dele em contato com minha pele branquinha e aquilo me dava ainda mais tesão.

Percebi que sua respiração foi aumentando, o ritmo do caralho dele entrando e saindo de mim também e vi que o orgasmo estava chegando, e quando veio, gozei forte e gritando de prazer, sentindo toda a porra dele invadindo minha bucetinha, sim, gozamos juntos e muito, muito forte, a ponto de ainda ficar alguns segundos gemendo.

Ele saiu de trás de mim, me virei, puxei ele pra mim, dei um gostoso beijo e falei:

– Puta pau gostoso, gozei muito forte mesmo

Ele apenas sorriu e continuou me beijando, ficamos alguns segundos assim, até que disse que precisava voltar pra pousada, ele assentiu e foi se lavar, eu fiquei curtindo um pouco mais aquele momento e em seguida fui tomar mais um banho na cachoeira, me lavar.

Depois nos vestimos e retornamos até o carro para voltar pra pousada. Ao chegarmos de volta, dei um tchau e disse que se ele tivesse calma ia se divertir muito ainda essa semana.

Essa semana ainda ia render muito…. E rendeu!

Enviado ao Te Contos por Larissa