#(let me exaggerated with the devotion lol)

[lenievi]

an AU where Spock and McCoy are long time friends, Spock and Kirk are also (work)friends (second pilot/early season 1 vibes), but McCoy and Kirk don't meet until McCoy comes to the Enterprise. And at first, McCoy really can't stand the arrogant, brash bastard of the captain, who treats his crew as machines (from McCoy's POV), and Kirk refuses to listen to anything the doctor says because he’s the authority, and they butt heads because McCoy doesn’t like authority, and Spock is slowly becoming exasperated 

[sleeping-sirens]

morning with san ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

pairing : choi san x f reader.

genre : non idol au, established relationship, newlyweds au, mature, fluff, the morning after. (minors dni pls, or it’ll make me feel uncomfortable)

word count : 1k words.

note : this is my first work for ateez, pls be nice 🥹 and this is pretty much VERY self indulgent lol

masterlist

when he is asked about love, there are a plenty of things that san can think of. his family, his hometown, his hobbies, his friends and everything that contributed and still contributes in making him the person he is today.

but when his mind is stirred awake from his sleep and the rays of sunshine dimmed by the dark beige curtains penetrate his eyelids, his mind is blank.

it’s empty, almost numb. he’s at peace. and he’s happy.

all he can hear is silence, except for his heartbeat resonating deep inside his ears. a deep breath is taken all the way in and he’s feeling liberated, stripped from any heaviness that comes with life.

no thoughts weigh on his mind, or his heart or his entire body that feels like a heap of feathers on top of the softness of the bed.

it takes him a moment to open his eyes, even if he is eager to explore his surroundings, discover new feelings and create new habits now that his life has changed. for the better, he claims. with you.

he doesn’t rush because he feels like something deep inside his chest would burst once he lays his eyes on you. and he wishes he was exaggerating.

he wants to slowly savor the feeling of sleeping with remnants of you, of waking up next you, of seeing you curled up next to him, body still, calm, glowing, beautiful.

when he finally opens his eyes, what he sees exceeds his expectations by a thousand of deep breaths, a million of shooting stars and a billion of blazing fireworks. you’re there, he still can’t believe it but you’re there. on his bed, beside him and his. for life.

san presses his lips together, tongue swiping against his lower lip and he’s reminded of what happened the night before. when he showed you his love in more ways than one. when he painted your body with promises of care and devotion. when he tainted your soul with everything that is him.

you’re there, your bare back is facing him and traces of love are littering your skin. he smiles, eyes crinkling and dimples popping, a sigh leaving his lips and a hand placed on his raging heart that he thinks might turn to liquid from how much he loves you.

his eyes trail on your figure, the light blanket sitting dangerously low on your body, leaving nothing to his imagination. the valley of your hips sitting high and dipping into your inviting thighs, eyes staring a bit too long at your ass.

san stifles a little moan, dying it down with a deep breath that ends with a small hint of a groggy purr. it’s early in the morning and he can’t seem to calm down himself, his own body aching to hold you, be close to you, to own you.

without thinking—he always seems to never think when he’s around you—he stretches his arm out and let his fingers gently graze against your skin. you’re cold under his warm touch, goosebumps instantly forming. hot blood races through his veins and down his already loaded morning wood. puffs of breath escape his lips as he draws a pattern with his fingertips from the middle of your back, and down, down, down. until his entire hand is covering your ass cheek.

“it tickles,” you say, a breathy chuckle airing from your chest.

“did i wake you?” san asks softly. he comes closer to you and nuzzles his nose deep into your neck. the hand that was pressed on your bottom slithers up and around and settles in the soft crevice of your lower stomach, fingers brazenly reaching lower.

you shake your head. your breath stuck in your chest, sending you into a dizzy state. “no, i was awake.”

he hums softly into your skin, before pressing your lower body closer against him. his lips place feverish kisses on your neck, arriving at the slope of your shoulders and down your arms.

you instinctively lean into him, ass molding gently against his hard dick.

“babyyy,” he whimpers, his brain already turning into mush.

you giggle at him. “hm?” you jokingly answer. and san is incapable of forming one coherent sentence. all he can think about is you, mind clouded with you, your skin, you warmth, your body, your smell, his smell on your body and your ass pressing into him.

“can i?” a pause, then a sigh, then a whine. “can we…?”

you turn to him smiling when you see his face crumpling into the most defeated expression ever. cheeks flushed, eyes glossy.

you wrap your hand around his face and place gentle kisses on his lips. one after the other, softly. calming the ripples of chaos in his mind, or so you thought. he only grows eager, needy, demanding.

his hands caress all over your body, fingers curling into the inside of your knee and hooking your leg around him, his dick pushing into your pussy in a hurried action. his hips start bucking into you with every push of his lips on you, swallowing your hisses and breaths, inhaling your moans, intoxicating himself with you.

but he’s soft. despite all his fierce emotions, he’s gentle with you, so gentle he makes you melt. he makes your soul turn into liquid gold. you’re his prized possession. his treasure.

when you try to pull away to catch your breaths, san’s head duck lower down your chest and between your breasts. he’s heaving, mind racing and heart beating so fast. he holds you close, telling himself to slow down, reminding himself that he doesn’t want to rush with you now that you’re his.

he vowed to keep you by his side, to love you and protect you and he will do just that.

and without him asking twice, or even once, you give him everything and he takes it. he takes, doubles it and gives it to you. without a doubt.

when he is asked about love, there are a plenty of things that san can think of. his family, his hometown, his hobbies, his friends and everything that contributed and still contributes in making him the person he is today.

but when it comes to you, his mind is blank. a white canvas, ready to be painted by you.

note : i originally had this idea for mingi but san is clouding my mind rn so i couldn’t help it 😭😵‍💫this was so difficult for me to write because my mind and thoughts are full of him rn oof🥲 pls like and reblog if you enjoyed reading <33

[quietwingsinthesky]

Ninerose (and/or tenrose if you have different opinions about it)

ninerose

how do i put this. i dont think it's an exaggeration to say that ninerose taught me what love looks like. like yadda yadda broken childhood home and all that, but whatever, i had my doctor who discs. and these two. oh, these two. there's so much about s1 and them that i return to again and again because it's so messy and so sweet and so. hopeful? you know? like here's the doctor, broken, and here's rose, glowing like the sun. and he becomes a better man for her sake. he makes himself worthy of being saved, yes, but she would have saved him anyway. because she loves him so, so much.

like, i know people get annoyed nowadays about how much rose there is in the fandom, how she can get a spotlight other companions never can, but like. god. she really did show up and rewire my fucking brain, and i can't even be mad about it. she's all that and more. and nine, obviously, nine's my. second favorite now, but the doctor closest to my heart forever. there's nothing that can improve my day like watching an episode from s1 and seeing the two of them interact, there really isn't.

tenrose

i do actually have different thoughts on these! simply because all variations of the doctor get slightly different thoughts. i mean, i don't really ship specific doctors with specific characters, if that makes sense? if they win the hearts of one doctor, then to me, they've won the hearts of all of them. so, i do ship rose with every doctor lol. but ten we got on screen so let me talk about that.

i think tenrose, the way it's written, is a perfect follow up to how ninerose set them up. you know, you've got a kiss on the doctor's side that killed him and only he remembers happening, and on rose's side, her doctor just exploded into a twink. i love how upset rose is by it. i've seen people talk about how unfair she's being or how unreasonable she is, crying because she thinks the man she was falling in love with is gone when the doctor's right there but. he exploded in front of her. she has no information on this, except to hope that it really is her doctor. god, the children in need special where they reconnect immediately post him regenerating is so important to me for this reason. this is upsetting! this isn't something that we should judge rose for not simply rolling with it! but in the end, that is her doctor. changed, slightly, to be loved is to be changed. but it's him.

and yeah, can we talk about the whole ten literally rebuilt himself to be for rose and how that fact fucks him up forever and ever <3 literally a disaster of a man, you can't do that, sir. that's not healthy!!! but i love him for that. it's so doctor-ish of him. in the wake of her becoming a goddess of time and space to save him, how could he not remake himself in her image. to be someone he thinks she will love, that can love her better. i just. sorry going to speak briefly on nine again, but i think about how the majority of the bad wolf scene is framed with every shot of him on his knees, looking up at her. how he only rises back up at the very end to kiss her and save her life in return. that's what i think ten is born out of, more than anything. that moment of terrifying, awestruck devotion, and then the choice to rise again and hope he's enough, know he's enough, to save her life.

and that is always ten. that's him in the satan pit jumping without knowing where the bottom is and then yelling in the face of the devil that he only knows of one goddess, and it's her. that's why when rose is in danger, nothing on this earth can stop him. that's why he burns up a star to say goodbye to her, because that's the only thing in the universe that could be worthy of being exchanged for even a glimpse at her. and it's him when he tries to snuff himself out during the runaway bride, and it's him when he spends so long not being able to see martha for how fantastic she is because all he can do is mourn rose, and it's him when he's so distracted by her finding him again that he gets himself shot by a DALEK.

insane to me, actually. he was literally born wrong out of love.

and not even to mention rose. let's not pretend she's not equally on this train. hello: woman who would have been okay with being trapped with him on the other end of time and the universe from home? woman who was going to ditch all the people she knew and loved in another dimension to stay with him? woman who started blasting herself haphazardly across dimensional barriers with a cannon to find him again? she's as bad as he is. i love her.

[put any ship in my ask box and i’ll give my brutally honest opinion]

[nerdy-talks]

Obey Me! Nightbringer Lesson 40

I'm gonna start this post by venting a little, so please bear with me ^^"

It's been a rough few months.

The one thing I get the most joy from has also been turning me into a massive emotional wreck.

First, there was the finale of Attack on Titan. No lie or exaggeration, I cried for 3 whole days. And tonight I will be experiencing the same pain all over again since the Dub is scheduled to air.

Then Jujutsu Kaisen... Gojo. Nanami. Need I say more?

To break things up, I thought I would finally sit down and binge watch Fruits Basket. It was the one anime that I was surprisingly able to avoid all spoilers with. And like the fool I am, I thought "aww, this looks like such a cute anime! I bet this series won't be sad."

As I said... I'm a fool lol. But at least I wasn't crying alone. My Mom had watched the entirety of Fruits Basket with me, and she also shed some tears I shared the pain, mwhahaha! >:)

Now, I can add Obey Me! Nightbringer to the list of things that have made me sob like a baby.

This scene specifically :

I was seriously overwhelmed with emotions.

I couldn't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. I tried my best to choke back my feelings. But I was unable to contain myself, and the ugly sobbing began.

I dunno.... Lucifer showing his genuine gratitude to us is just... so sweet and precious to me.

The part that actually made me cry is him telling us "May the path you walk in life be full of joy and happiness."

Lucifer.... There's literally no way that I could ever be happy without you and your brothers in my life!! T_T

Those 7 boys have been majorly responsible for my joy and happiness since the very beginning, and even though we were supposedly returning to them in the future/present... It still doesn't make saying goodbye to the past boys any easier.

Like... I would have clung onto Lucifer here and cried into his chest while apologizing for crying... But they mean so much to me, I just wouldn't be able to stop myself ; ^ ;

And ohhhhhh boyyyyy! When it came to us calling upon each of the brothers for their power and they each said goodbye to us.... Let's just say I was so happy that I was home alone because I was legit wailing, so much that even my dogs were looking at me like "what the Hell is wrong with you, you weird human?" xD

Then!

Even though I am skeptical, suspicious, and on guard about our "return" to the future/present... I burst into tears again when I read this :

Levi.... please don't cry.... you're making my tears well up again! T^T

And then to make matters even more emotional :

Welcome home! ; _ ;

I'm not sure if I'm just in a phase where I cry easily, or if I'm growing softer as I get older.... But either way, it's clear that my love, devotion, and feelings for fictional characters is more intense than ever before lol

[fictionkinfessions]

I have to laugh every time people portray me as heavily religious. People think I'm as devoted to Barbatos as Barbara is its so funny.

They dont know that I knew Venti's real identity. That I figured it out really quickly. He didn't hide it all that well, lets be honest. I'll give it to 'em that we have no canon information on me besides my name and being a deacon, but really I laugh every time.

Sure I was fairly devoted before meeting Venti, but once I did and figured it out?

GOD hes such a dork! A Goofball, an absolute sillyman. I was raised in the church and the moment I figured it out I just had to sit there and realize that-

Venti being gone for centuries really caused the church to.. Exaggerate him a bit. Like really how do you become fantasy catholic around THAT.

I can't even blame Venti for being gone, not when its always implied to not be of his own volition. And well- Its not like its a bad thing either, the church is still a great place and nothing like REAL catholicism. Its just really silly seeing a whole church be so heavily devoted to a drunk little twink to the point he can come in and declare he is Barbatos and not a single one of the sisters believes him.

Rosaria and I knew though. Her through her seperation from the faith, me from befriending him and putting the pieces together. And obviously the others from the main story knew as well.

Anyway. I miss drinking with you Venti. I still have no clue if you even could get drunk or if you were just pretending for the hell of it. (Kinning Venti myself I have to account for my inability to get drunk in that timeline possible applyign to this one as well lol) But it was fun nonetheless. I miss hanging out, causing chaos, and our little- Arrangements I'll call it.

You may have been a god, but you never acted like it, never held it over people. You were lovely. I hope your life this go around is just as fun as it used to be.

~Dahlia 🕯♟

x

[allthatglittersisnotgoldrush]

I have read your entire series by this point and I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that this fic isn’t just my favorite fic, it’s one of my favorite book series ever. The writing is so lyrical and genuine and descriptive, I feel completely immersed in the world. Every single character is complex and sympathetic in their own way (except for the villains lol). All together this story is a western thriller like format McCarthy and I’ve nearly been brought to tears multiple times.

Your Maedhros is the best Maedhros I’ve ever read and really an original character in his own right. I said this before in a comment and I’ll say it again - he is at once Byronic, sensitive and deeply deeply strong. You show at every moment how riddled he is with fear- and how he refuses to let that hold him back from doing what needs to be done. There are scenes in this story that absolutely haunt me, moments I had to put it down because it was so painful. And also moments that made me want to cheer for this tight knit, ferocious and absolutely loving family.

I also wanted to give you a song that reminded me of Maedhros and that last scene in pharmakos where he thinks he will die: it’s called walkabout by Augustine’s

Thank you so so much!

*inarticulate shrieking*

Ok but seriously your devotion to the AU here and on so many fics through beautiful and insightful comments and a countless number of kudos has been so, so felt and appreciated. Especially because we NEVER tire of hearing of Maedhros, who really does feel unique (and real) to us through our years (sjsjjsns how is it YEARS?) of writing him. Will absolutely go and listen to the song rec (we love song recs!) since I (TG) am working on Pharmakós installments... 👀

Seriously, it is hard to convey just how meaningful it is to hear readers' takes on what we are doing because we feel both validated in our work to create complex dynamics and high stakes plot points (both adapting and changing canon), and often surprised and delighted by the details You see or the subtext you point out. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Our inboxes are always open 😊

(also pls tell us what points moved you almost to tears bc we angstmongers loveee this kind of data)

[mofffun]

[Rambling] Rita + Yanma ep28

tbh i'm still on the fence if Rita-in-Yanma feels a wee bit ooc* but i've been telling myself it's their stress reponse. Bet they still have paperwork from last week's prison break.

*i don't like using this term casually because it feels like i'm closing myself off from learning a new side of this person.

The production blog said the director was aiming for an exaggerated impersonation from from the cast, so it's understandable Rita's most memeable traits are shown. In that regard I think Yuzuki played a more convincing Yanma than Aoto a convincing regular version of Rita. Or maybe my Yuzuki rose-glasses are too tinted 😅

Arresting people left and right can be very easily rationalized as trying to regain control by sticking to what they know best in a wildly free nation like N'kosopa. NGL I might've been projecting but I really wanted Rita to feel accepted and loved in N'kosopa instead of the two making a mess of each other's nation (ahem Watanabe Aoto you set me up). That said, their rivalry is somehow believable because it's the two of them?

Where I felt most out of place was when Rita pulled down their mask to smirk at Jeramie after the team's first defeat in act 1. I could still get behind "let's train, and beat that guy" but Judge, are you being a little too delighted to be able to take on N'kosopa's crime boss?? Guess I'm falling into the flawless-ification of my blorbo. They can be a bit indulgent in arresting people, as a treat. It's Yanma's face now anyway, who cares if anyone sees that.

(another point I saw pointed out last week already was, Aoto rolled his eyes during Rita Scream, but Rita always screamed with their eyes shut.)

I think another angle is Rita allows themself to be a bit indulgent, a bit less impartial, BECAUSE they are using Yanma's body now. Maybe they are trying their best to hold up to Yanma's persona as well, and the mass arrest was AFTER that failed. They were trying to find a gym but the subjects just wouldn't leave them alone lol. It definitely would drive them crazy how unsensible devoted the N'kosopans are for their Prez after he sent them to jail lol.

+ i need to figure out the timezones and propose WHEN during the day they switched. Because that's definitely not like Himeno waking up since they don't want to build new bedroom assets. My bet is Rita WAS snoozing curled up on the court bench 😏 (their eyes were just too heavy on the way back... just for a while I'll just sit for a while...) Yanma's probably up catching up on the tech development the past two years. It's not exactly like his "palace" has a window that tells what time it is outside right.

But one thing I really appreciate is Yanma zipping the mask back on after act 1. Off screen, it's every fan asking for more unmasked Rita time and I'm sure Yuzuki wants that too; On screen, since Rita said the Moffun is something they asked for, the two must've contacted over phone before they all met up at Gira's. So if concealing their face is so important and I'm sure Yanma would've been happy to comply, if not under a little help from a contempt charge, that means Rita allowed him to stay unmasked and Yanma zipped it back up out of respect after the initial teasing (if not also out of praticality of Gokkan's cold 😆) - no wait. wouldn't it be more likely Rita zipped it back up after they said his body is useless 😆 wait there're too many if's!!

Besides the stress of not being in your own body, the fast pace and high technology of N'kosopan life might've messed them up a bit too. In the most straightforward interpretation of Rita's confusion when asked to pass a cable in the movie and the general lack of digitalization in Gokkan, it shows that Rita is probably unfamiliar if not bad with all those flashing neon lights. At the very least, the background noise of snowfall versus yankii brawls is already very different 😣

all aside, team wings, as much fun as the actors were having, IS the C-plot this week. I have faith next week's gonna pick it up (precedent being 13→19 and 18→20) or at least have balanced screentime each nation (like ep10, 25). Shiokara and Morfonia are the more eye-catching reatiners and if Wings already had beef over who to arrest and release, the attempted regicide charge is only gonna further worsen the relationship between the two countries?! I said these two forget it the next day like playground fights but it's not that easy this time now. Who could guess Shiokara's "internatioal incident!" murmur came true 😰

[thefudge]

Maybe some people get their utmost thinking and feeling from things that you would think are trash. I appreciated most of your response but some of it is borderline concern troll-y. Most adults only have so much time in the day, why should they devote that time to your or anyone else's idea of "beautiful things"? It's fine to try to guide people if you think they need guidance or if they ask for it, but I think if it's clear they aren't gonna change, it's cool to just let them be trash baskets and keep it moving. Especially when the "problem" is ships and romance novels.

fair enough. i think i tend to come off as concern trolly- because i'm a teacher in real life so that's my knee-jerk reaction sometimes.

"maybe some people get their utmost thinking and feeling from things that you would think are trash." - i hope they do, and if they do that's great. my concern here is that some material will make them turn against actual bold and interesting stuff. a lot of bad trash in romance is actually very bland and safe . ironically, when those readers are faced with smth less mainstream "dark" but more uncomfortable and challenging, they might shrink from it. and that's also fine. i'm not *that* worried about it, but i'm not indifferent to it either. because it's these readers/consumers that play a big part in what gets published or not, what trends are popular, what is tolerated etc. as a side note, i worry less about trash and more about very bland stuff that is being sold as "trash" but is actually completely numb and smooths out human emotion.

"Most adults only have so much time in the day, why should they devote that time to your or anyone else's idea of "beautiful things" - true. and yet, i don't entirely agree. yes, adults don't have time and they work all day. but i think capitalism encourages us to have this exact attitude. it makes us think we don't have time for anything other than the most effective form of escapism. and idk man. something rubs me the wrong way about this. as if we're conceding that we'll never have time for beautiful or difficult things.

i do think you're right that no one should chase my idea of beautiful things. but they should chase their idea, at least from time to time, and not always settle. i know i sound like a pretentious twat, and you can call me that, but the idealist in me says we should strive anyway.

that being said, "it's cool to just let them be trash baskets and keep it moving" is a pretty good way of putting it. i've raised my points, but yeah, ultimately, everyone is free to do as they like, and i'm cool with that. i may be over-exaggerating my concern here. it's the internet after all lol

(and i once again want to stress that i am a trash basket too. yall have known me for a while now, you know i'm a trash auntie. but as a senior lady, i just sometimes worry about the "youths")

[valentine-escape]

Room 66 II

Room 66 II was an emotional roller coaster like no other, seamlessly forging an undying mark on our memories. If you're seeking a spooky adventure that will push your boundaries and evoke feelings you've never experienced before, look no further.

Way back in 2014 when I had no idea what escape rooms are, my besties texted me about an experience that they claimed was seemingly custom-made for me (to clarify, it's the opposite of what I'd enjoy, absolutely out of my comfort zone and they'd pay good money just to see me react to whatever evil was in there). I was still in London so all I had to do was visit them in Sofia and find someone crazy enough to walk in voluntarily with me so I could check if they were exaggerating.

Room 66 I had prepared us for the game beginning with the very arrival, so when we heard the familiar creepy voice of the game master, we were ready. Or so we thought. I bravely entered the room but was ready to leave in the first minute and leave my girlfriend to survive on her own. I have watched a demonic plethora of horror movies to know how it goes in rooms shrouded in pitch cold darkness (COLD DARKNESS BY VALENTINE RAIN IS NOW ON SPOTIFY AND YOUTUBE LOL). I just glued myself to the wall and waited for Ilianka to find a source of light while covering my ears.

The level of fear induced was so intense that I found myself screaming like a little girl – a testament to the room's spine-chilling atmosphere. I was constantly on edge, anticipating a jump scare lurking around every corner. There were moments when I even let out a shriek at the sight of my own shadow, only to burst into laughter at my own jumpy reaction; this blend of fear and amusement added an extra layer of excitement to the already immersive experience.

The attention to detail in the decor also deserves high praise. Every inch of the setting was meticulously crafted to transport us into a world of grimness and suspense. From the eerie lighting that cast haunting shadows to the unsettling props strategically placed throughout the room, the decor was a masterclass in creating an atmosphere of dread.

It wasn't just about visual elements either – the incorporation of harrowing sounds and textures added to the overall sensory experience, leaving no doubt that we were immersed in a realm of terror - it was truly as if we had stepped right into the heart of a horror movie. The decor unequivocally played a pivotal role in shaping the macabre ambiance that kept us on our toes and heightened the overall intensity of the escape room. The flawless blending of reality and fiction was uncanny.

Furthermore, the riddles weren't mere brain teasers; they were integral to the storyline, effortlessly pushing us forward while enriching the narrative. The way they were intricately integrated with the horror-themed setting heightened the sense of urgency and also made us feel like active characters in a movie about... I guess if Samara and Regan MacNeil had a possessed child in dire need of an exorcist? 😂 You know, the standard.

I’ll try not to give away anything from the plot, but the actress who embodied the main character deserves special commendation. Her portrayal was immensely compelling, creating a level of fear that felt almost tangible. Adroit at conjuring up a sensation of petrifying shivers, she fully submerged us in a demonic domain. Her performance was a standout, encapsulating the heart of the experience and enhancing the overall intensity.

Even if horror is not your cup of tea, it's almost paradoxical how the very elements that evoke fear and trepidation also possess a magnetic pull, enticing those who have experienced the chilling thrill to willingly subject themselves to it repeatedly.

After we escaped (just a minute earlier than the devoted time for the game), I was shocked to see the actors reveal themselves as actual human beings. My mind couldn’t comprehend how quickly I was plucked from a horror movie setting and dropped back into reality.

When it was time to take photos, I wanted to get the cross and flip it; nevertheless, it turned out that just before we played, representatives of the Bulgarian Orthodox Church had contacted the owners regarding photos involving it, so we didn't use it as a prop (nor did we display the bible, haha).

Honestly, this room beckons me to bring new souls to it again and again, just so I can experience everything anew. There was a game that was dedicated only to larger teams that I didn't get to try, so there's the incentive (as if I needed one).

[mortyvongola2-0]

Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Madara Uchiha x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: too many to count, afab!reader, rough sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, the Uchiha breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, Madara has a big dick Uchiha, blindfolds, hands are tied, stomach bulge, mating press, overstimulation, some temperature play, strong language

A/N: This monstrosity has way too many tags, forgive me if I didn't tag every kink. Honestly this was only supposed to have like, two kinks or so, but uh obviously that did not happen and I'm not sorry about it. If this one does well enough I plan on writing a Sacrificed for each of the founders trio, and if I feel the inspiration after that I could add other Naruto characters as well so, let me know if that's something you'd be interested in.

A HUGE thank you to @therantingfangirl for helping me edit this oversized self indulgence! She's the best you guys, I love her and you should send some love her way! This wouldn't have been out as quickly, and would've had many more typos lol, if not for her. So tell her thank you for me~

edit 7/30/22: WE NOW HAVE ART!! A biiiig huge thank you to the amazing @skydaddy01 for their incredible art. They did a fanfuckingtastic job creating god!Madara's appearance, especially with so little to go off of because I'm bad at asking for things. Seriously, go check them out, especially if you like the art~

Without further ado, enjoy Sacrificed (Sun)

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Villagers scattered about, decorating homes and streets alike, preparing drums and costumes with jovial attitudes; the excitement was palpable. Most everyone looked forward to the Festival of the Sun, it was hard not to! The music, the ritual dancing, the offerings of food and wine to the gods as well as loved ones were certainly something to be excited about. The festivities themselves lasted for an entire week. It had to in order to entice him down from his place of rest. He was hard to excite, after all.

The Festival of the Sun is performed once a year before the cold season begins in order to plead with the sun god for protection from death during the upcoming frost. At the peak of the festivities, a living sacrifice is offered to the deity, but seldom does he come down. Most sacrifices come back without having even felt his presence, however throughout the history of the festival there were rare instances of his sacrifice being found dead at the end of the celebrations. The manner of death was always the same, burnt from the inside out. These instances came to be synonymous with having met him.

That fact made you, the sacrifice chosen for the upcoming celebrations, a bit nauseated. The idea of meeting the sun god made you nervous for many reasons; you were his devout follower, a young peasant chosen by the temple due to your dedication to your faith. At least, that’s what they told you when they notified you of your impending position. Your faith was well known in the village, you made the hike to his temple every two days without fail and prayed for hours in his sanctuary as well as volunteered to help clean the entirety of his temple.

His statues had always entranced you and you often wondered if that was what he really looked like. Was he really that tall and broad? Certainly awe inspiring if true. You’d run the soapy cloth along the carvings of his hair and close your eyes, guiltily pretending you were running your fingers through his majestic locks, it was so long, and the artist made it look so wild and untamed, giving his likeness a dangerous edge that made you bite your bottom lip. It would not be an exaggeration to say you were attracted to your god, or rather to the idea of him.

You had never met him or even heard his words as some priests had claimed to have heard. The high priest, the one who informed you of your role in the festivities, had said that your devotion moved the god and he had asked for you; that made you roll your eyes. As if the sun god himself would ask for you. The odd one, no family or friends, let alone a dating history, or anything of the sort that would catch the attention of anyone let alone such a powerful and incredible god. No matter, it would just mean another year without his appearance, though there is the possibility he’s so enraged by your presentation that he decides to burn you like the others.

He was not known for his mercy, after all. His lust for blood was legendary and his rivalry with the god of the forests still affects humanity despite their typically dormant state. Their battles have scored the earth and ruined oceans, much to the god of the sea’s displeasure. The temple texts state that the gods of forest and sun reawaken every century to continue their discourse. Were the previously killed sacrifices burned for his amusement or was he displeased with their appearance? Being burnt from the inside out at the hands of your beloved deity, was that your destined end?

As you contemplated your possible demise, the festival began. For the first three days your job was to stay in the temple. You were to pray all day, bathe in the ceremonial waters, and eat only the fruits provided. Each day the ceremonial drumming, which was performed as the sun began to set and would continue until sunrise, could be heard despite the temples stone walls. Their beat entrancing and familiar. It gave you something to look forward to as you prayed without response.

On the fourth day you weren’t allowed to eat anything, only drink a strangely viscus and milky liquid with no taste that left the core of your being feeling cold. The usual warm bath with citrus scents was replaced with the same cold and thick liquid you were forced to drink. Are they trying to give me a cold before they send me to my death? You thought as you shivered. The older priestesses were made to wash you, they rubbed the fluid into every part of your being. Maybe I’ll freeze before I’m burnt alive.

It was almost like a massage, the way the older women prepared you. The way they rubbed the fluid into the flesh of your breasts made you blush, and the blush only deepened when your sex was given the same amount of attention and pressure. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut. The feeling was a bit unusual. Heat began to swirl in your center, and it helped you fight off the cold for the rest of the bath.

When you were brought out of the bath rolls of white and red silk were draped around your body in odd patterns. The material itself felt wonderful but they tied the red pieces around your arms and neck, while the white silk they used to bind your chest and cover your mound. It was an odd feeling, only being partially dressed and your abdomen being bare made you flush in embarrassment. They tied your hair back in a braid that was as long as your hair would allow, and they twisted the same type of red silk around it. You were not allowed to look at your own appearance and one of the women led you out of the temple without so much as a word.

Once outside you began to shiver again and your bare feet gracing the soft grass only made you feel colder. The breeze made goose flesh begin to rise along your skin and you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and keep warm. Sounds of the villagers enjoying the festival gave you something to focus on. What would you be doing, if you were not here? Enjoying some wine perhaps, dancing around the oversized fire that was lit in your god’s honor? Mmm maybe even enjoying a full plate of roast boar, your stomach grumbled at the thought.

A group of priests, including the high priest, emerged from the temple and began to lead you further to the west of the temple. On that side there was a trail. Most everyone knew of the trail, but it was not to be used by anyone but the blessed. It led up to the highest peak in the valley and at the top stood a temple made specifically to hold the sun god’s presence when he graced the earth.

The high priest ushered you onto the trail and began to walk in front of you, the others following behind. The entire hike up felt very stiff and uncomfortable, it made you more nervous than you already were. The high priest stopped, as did you, right before the doors to the sacred temple. It was much grander, the walls made of marble instead of stone with gold gilded doors and carvings of suns in the luxurious columns. A strong wind practically blew through you, and you wondered if you’d ever feel warm again. A quick glance around at the people meant to guide you made your stomach twist in knots. They all had such grave expressions. You wondered what was next and began to try to convey your question with your eyes but they refused look at you. “Um,” you began. “Excuse-“

A loud shout rang out from the village, the signal to start the drums. Startled, you glanced at the sky and saw that the sun had begun to set. The high priest turned and walked until he was right in front of you. He began to press a large flask of what looked to be the same viscous liquid into your hands while a different priest came behind you and began to tie a red ribbon made of the same silk tightly around your eyes. The cool material caused your heart to beat as hard as the drums. “Drink this once the sun has fully set, there will be more inside, be sure to drink all of it throughout the next few days.”

Your breathing picked up. Someone, you weren’t sure who, began to tie your wrists together in front of you. “Do not attempt to look at him,” the high priest spoke again. “Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact. You may roam around the temple but do not leave it.” How did he expect you to roam without being able to see? “We will be back at the end of the festival to collect you, do as we say and as he says and you will survive,” he paused, “probably.”

You nodded nervously; you couldn’t see his face but could feel the sense of dread in the air. “Alright, let us begin.” Someone began to push you forward and you felt your bare feet touch the chilled marble, heard the large doors creak open, and felt the plush of a cushion as they sat you down on the floor. Once their touch left you, the sense of foreboding increased. When you heard the door slam shut you knew you were alone.

You could hear the high priest begin a prayer outside the door, though it was rather muffled, you pressed your fingers against each other, and you tried to calm your nerves by joining in on the prayer. “Allow your warmth to protect and guide me,” you muttered. After a moment’s hesitation you added, “and your cruelty to pass over me.” And altogether you ended the prayer with an ‘amen’ though yours felt a tad more strained.

Through the blindfold you could make out vague shapes thanks to the small amounts of light; but that was all you could see, and once the sun set you would essentially be blind. You stayed seated for a time and fiddled with the flask that you had been given. The wrappings around your wrists weren’t painful or too constricting but they did limit what you could do. How were you supposed to stay like this for four nights and three days? “Where even is the restroom?” You glanced around at the shapes that made up what you could see. “Do gods even use the restroom?”

After a few more minutes of fretting and shaking you decided to stand and try to figure out what was in the room. You placed your arms out in front of you. Your hands may have been bound but you were still able to grab a hold of things. The temperature of the temple was colder than the temperature outside, it was similar to the biting chill of the nights in the cold season. At this point you wondered if you were doomed to die from frostbite. The tips of your fingers scraped against the cold marble of the walls, and you continued to glide your hands along the carvings to guide you through the area. As your vision began to worsen you knew the sun was almost under the mountain.

Your fingers brushed against a metal decoration and you began to explore the piece to the best of your abilities. It felt like a throne, a large one, with a cushion made of the same type of silk that was draped around you. The size of the throne made it feel a bit more like a small loveseat, you couldn’t imagine it being too comfortable with all the surrounding metals. Beside the throne seemed to be a short table with a pitcher atop it. The pitcher was carved, and you could tell it was well crafted by running your fingers along the object. It felt much too light to be filled with anything, much to your chagrin. You had been hoping for a sip of real water.

While there was still a bit of sunlight left you decided to try to explore the center of the room a bit more. You walked cautiously from the throne to the middle of the area and saw a shadow that seemed to be a table or something similar. It was a bit tall to be a table and you placed your hands on it and felt that it was also made of a cold marble. There were no chairs around it and as your fingers brushed along the edges you felt that there were words engraved on it. You wondered if they were gilded with gold like the carvings on the outer columns had been. Slowly, you attempted to read what was engraved around the table. “A sacrifice of flesh and blood,” you muttered. “Well, that would be me.”

“Is that right?”

You flinched. That was not a voice you recognized. It was deep and alluring, with an inflection that sounded almost amused. The man’s voice had come from behind you, where you remembered the throne being. Cautiously, you turned toward where you thought the voice was coming from but immediately had to squeeze your eyes shut. All there was in that direction was a bright light, like the sun itself had come to rest in front of you. Wait, your breath caught in your throat. The sun itself?

“A-Are you perhaps-“

“Yes?”

You felt so hesitant. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, the urge to drop down on your knees and bow was at the forefront of your mind. There was a warmth, an intense but welcome warmth, that began to move toward you. Your eyes were still closed tight; even behind the blindfold his brightness was too much. Like a warm breath it felt like his presence was closer, but you weren’t sure how close. Without much more thought, you gave into your urge and got down to your hands and knees with your head resting atop your extended arms on the floor. Even the floor felt warmer now than it had before his arrival. “My lord!”

“Hm, not quite as interesting as I was expecting.” He sounded so close, almost as if he was directly above you. “But not altogether unpleasant.”

Your skin began to tingle from the contrast in temperature. Hot and cold. Internally, you still felt like you were freezing but externally his presence had warmed everything to such a degree it felt like you might melt. Lightly, it felt like just the tips of his fingers, began to trial down your exposed spine, like he was counting vertebrae. Again, your bottom lip felt the sting of your teeth as your mind reeled at not only meeting but being touched by your god. The same god whose likeness you had thought of in some not so holy ways.

“Is it still too bright?”

“P-Pardon?”

“I understand that my presence tends to be overwhelming for human eyes, shall I dim myself?” He answered his own question, as the harsh biting against your eyelids seemed to lessen and instead of a sun his presence looked more like a group of brightly lit candles. It hurt still, but you were finally able to open your eyes. You wanted to look at him, wanted to take the blindfold off and gaze upon his glory but you kept your head down, afraid of the consequences of doing so. “Thank you for your consideration, my lord.”

“Still so polite,” his dry chuckle was like velvet in your ears. You shivered, but not from fear or temperature; you wanted to hear him speak more. The pleasing thought of having him order you around floated about in your mind. Warm, overly warm, fingers gripped your chin roughly and had you look up at the veiled view of his face. “I like how you’ve thought about me a lot better than the way you’re speaking to me now.”

Your heart hiccupped. Your thoughts of him!? You could feel the color drain from your face. All the unsavory thoughts you had about his image filtered through your mind at once. The few times you had touched yourself had also been to ideas of him. Would he kill you now for your blasphemous behavior? Was he aware of all of them? That rich chuckle continued to fill your ears, much more amused this time, and he turned your head from side to side as if in assessment of a product at the market. “Don’t be so nervous, child. You act like I’m going to burn you alive.”

You were pretty sure he might.

There were no details, but from his outline it seemed like the statue was rather accurate. His hair was long, spiked, and wild like the mane of a lion; his shoulders broad and perfectly set. He barely had a hold on your chin but the bits of his fingers you could feel felt strong, large, and overly warm. The high priest had told you not to look at him but maybe? Just a peek? “Can I remove the-“

“Do you want to go blind?”

“What?”

“Do you think you can stare directly at the sun without repercussions? You’ll go blind if you look at me with your naked eye.”

“Oh,” you pressed your lips together, your cheeks red with embarrassment. “Right, yes, that makes sense.”

“Eager to see your god, are we?”

You wanted to nod but refrained and he let go of your chin. “You haven’t finished the elixir yet.” He said it as a statement of fact and let out a sigh that sounded exasperated. The blood in your veins rushed at a dizzying pace and you felt panic begin to rise in your throat. Had you displeased him? Would he leave because of it? Anything but that.

“I hadn’t realized the time, please forgive-“ Wet warm lips pressed against yours midsentence. It was intense and hot, so very hot. One of his large hands grabbed the back of your head roughly, forcing you to tilt your head back and he tugged on the braid. The surprise made you flinch, and your mouth opened slightly, but it was enough for him. He began to force a liquid into your mouth from his. It was different from the others; it had a sweet taste to it that sat heavy in your center. The warmth of his lips felt like it might burn, but the cool of the liquid soothed it almost immediately. The contrast made you moan, and his tongue began to enter your mouth.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you began to feel turned on as his tongue caressed and pulled at your own. Were you allowed to kiss back? How was this supposed to work? Another noise escaped you as his tongue scraped against the roof of your mouth, slowly and with intent. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to calm down. He pulled away slowly, allowing his tongue to linger against yours in the space between you. The sun god chuckled once again, “That face is rather enticing.”

If only you could see what face it was. His touch left you and the warmth of his being began to dissipate. “Resting for so long can be quite boring,” he began, his voice sounded like it was back at the throne. When you opened your eyes you could see the light of his being further back, it seemed as if he was sitting on the golden décor. It almost looked like he was slouched, with one hand against the arm rest and his head on his fist, but that was just your assumption. You had no way of seeing the details of his form. “So, while we wait for the elixir to kick in, entertain me.”

Entertain? How? Should you ask? What if that angered him? He didn’t seem like the patient sort. You heard a sound similar to liquid filling a basin and saw him shift as it looked like he may be drinking. Your heart pounded in your ears in time with the beat of the drums that boom from below. Oh, was that it? At this point in the evening, for the festival, everyone would be dancing. Is that what he wanted? The dance was created for his worship, after all.

You stood on nervous legs, your hands still bound, and listened patiently to the beat. When you felt you had a good enough idea of the rhythm you began the dance. It was fast, continuously moving, with moves similar to dodging attacks in a spar. When the drum paused you twisted your spine and bent backward, almost hitting the sacrificial table behind you, and stretch your arms up behind your head to touch the cool marble. The stretch made you feel exposed. Your neck, abdomen, and legs were on full display. As the pause remained, so did your position. It was difficult, but the dance seemed to warm you up. You felt the flush travel across your body, and you began to feel rather thirsty. You resumed at the same time as the drums.

Everything seemed to disappear as the song continued. Your muscles began to loosen, your tension nonexistent, you completely forgot where you were or why you were even dancing in the first place. It was like you were hypnotized to follow the music. One foot out in front and the other behind, your hands pushed out in front almost like you were begging. Everything felt warm now, your breathing was labored from exertion. Much to your embarrassment, even your core felt a bit sticky. Your hair began to frame your face and you barely registered that the braid had come loose. “Keep dancing,” came his silken command. So, you did.

His approach was harder to feel this time, the difference in temperature not quite as stark, but when his hand caressed the side of your neck you gasped at the excess heat. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

Right, more dancing.

One of his hands remained at your neck, curling around it like a collar and restricting your movements. You couldn’t move away from him without feeling choked. His other hand slid down the length of your swaying curves, from the tops of your covered breasts to the dip of your hips where the white ribbon was tied. The heat was almost sweltering and the ache in your sex began to grow. He tugged and the silk around your waist began to slip away, creating static as it fell from your flesh.

You couldn’t help but stop, your senses now fully focused on your naked lower half. Without the cloth your arousal was even more obvious, its evidence sticking to your thighs. “I don’t like to repeat myself,” he growled so close to your ear. A shiver wracked your form, and you did your best to start moving again, but his hand inching toward your center made you lose your rhythm and your movements became awkward. His hot tongue began to lick a stripe along the red silk wrapped around your collar bone. His warm fingers began to stroke the plush flesh of your mound. A fresh wave of slick began to coat your labia.

“Mm,” you pressed your lips together. You felt like you were on fire. “My lord, please,” you whispered, not entirely sure what you were asking for.

“Tsk, you know my name. Say it.”

He was giving you permission to call him by name? His fingers trailed down and began to stroke the naked flesh of your sex. The amount of wetness made the sounds of his fingers vulgar as he moved them back and forth against the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, and you gasped, his warm fingers immediately zeroing in on your clit. The heat was overwhelming, adding extra stimulation to your already pulsing bud. Your core began to clench, and your hips reflexively bucked toward his hand. “Go on,” he chided. “Say the name of your god, tell him how badly you want him to finger you.”

Your vagina pulsed at the thought. Saying his real name was taboo in the temple, but he was giving you permission. It was impossible to think, his fingers sped up their assault. Only incoherent noises left your throat as your knees began to buckle. How were you this close already? The hand that was around your neck squeezed teasingly, cutting off your air flow temporarily, before moving down to support your lower back as your legs threatened to give out. Instinctively you reached out and tried to use his arm for support before immediately pulling your hands back. They burned, like you had touched a hot stove.

“Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact.” The high priest’s words rang out in your mind.

“Weren’t you warned pet?” His head leaned down to your burnt hands, his fingers not ceasing, and he licked along your palms as if to soothe them. The mixture of pain and pleasure only brought you closer to the edge and you began to buck your hips in earnest. Your pleasured noises began to grow into full moans as you approached your peak.

Quickly, without warning, he removed his fingers from your clit and unceremoniously thrust two inside of your entrance. It burned, the heat and the pain of the stretch, but it brought you over the edge anyway. He hadn’t even had to move his fingers and you were already clenching down on them. Tears welled in your eyes behind the blindfold, and you called out, “Ahh, Madara!”

“How cute,” he announced, his voice a note or two deeper, the arm that was supporting you was trembling. “So eager that you came just from having my fingers inside you?”

Madara began to move his fingers, slow and deliberate, making sure to scrape them against your walls and ensuring that pain accompanied the pleasure. He moved his mouth to your neck and tugged at the red ribbon, untying it with his teeth and exposing the rest of your body to his gaze. He began to scissor your entrance and you felt the tightness in your gut return. “Such a naughty human, touching yourself to the thought of your god. Did you think I wasn’t watching? Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

You felt like you were burning, and you heard the juices of your arousal splash against your skin. His thick fingers began to thrust quickly, and he brought his palm up to rub at your sensitive clit. A whine left your throat. He continued his verbal assault. “I watched you each and every time you called out to me with lust. I saw the way your greedy pussy swallowed one, then two, even three of your own fingers. But it was never enough, was it? You needed something else, needed these fingers to fill you.” He added a third finger and you had never felt so full. A cry of his name left your lips again and that rich chuckle of his vibrated through you. “Well how is it? Now that you have the real thing, is it satisfactory? Are you still feeling greedy?”

“It’s good,” you slurred in a drawn-out moan. His fingers began to push at your walls in opposing directions and you thought you might drool. “So so good.”

“Only good? Well, I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”

All three fingers curled at once and began to press on a specific part of your walls. Your breathing stopped, your body convulsed, your toes curled, and your vagina clenched like your life depended on it. His palm pressed hard against your abused bundle of nerves, and you came yet again. But this one was different, more intense, almost painful as it washed over every part of your being. You felt dizzy before you remembered to breathe. His hand kept moving but you were at your wits end. “Too much, ah,” you wanted to grab a hold of his arm but barely registered you would get burned again if you did. Your sex throbbed painfully. “Please lord Madara,” you pleaded. “It’s too much.”

The sun god removed his fingers slowly but made sure to keep supporting you. You watched as the vague light of his being seemed to lick a trail from his own palm down his arm and he moaned deeply as he followed the trail back up to his palm. He moved his hand away from his own mouth and brought his fingers to your lips. “Suck,” he commanded.

Your tongue poked out of your mouth shyly and you wrapped it around the three fingers hesitantly. A grunt left your throat as you tasted yourself on his digits. He shoved the three of them into your mouth, not willing to give you the chance to continue to do as you pleased. Obediently, you sucked. The heat from his fingers almost felt like they would burn your mouth too. Again, you wondered what he looked like in full detail. You gently scraped your teeth against the three digits. “Good pet,” he muttered and pressed the pads of his fingers down on your tongue. “Now, lay down on that table. I’m going to take my sacrifice.”

Madara removed his fingers and let go of you entirely. You stumbled, almost fell to your knees again as your support disappeared. Thanks to the light of his being you were able to see the shadows that made up the cold marble of said sacrificial table. As much as you tried to make your crawl a top it look sexy, you fumbled a few times. It was rather high, making it difficult to crawl onto, but your inability to be graceful didn’t seem to deter him as he was atop you the moment you fully laid down.

The sun god’s scorching lips graced yours once more and this time you tried to meet his tongue stroke for stroke. His impossibly warm palms enveloped your breasts and began to mold them to his liking, almost as if he was trying to change their shape to his hands. For the first time you felt his entire body as it pressed against you. His muscles were firm as they met your squishy flesh and the hardness of his arousal rubbed against your belly in interest. It leaked with precum and the thought of that being your doing gave you butterflies. Slowly he pulled away, he seemed to sit up for a second as you heard the sounds of a glass bottle opening. His own breathing sounded labored, but it paused as he began to gulp down whatever he had opened.

When he was seemingly satisfied, he pressed his lips to yours again, and much like the first kiss, forced the liquid down your throat. Some of it dribbled down the side of your mouth, being too much to swallow all at once, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he continued to aggressively explore your mouth. What surprised you was when he began to pour out the chilled liquid onto your overheated sex. Your back arched, the contrast in temperatures a shock to your system.

He threw the glass bottle away and it broke against the flooring with a loud crash. His thick fingers began to coat themselves in the fluid and started to scoop it into you. You groaned into his mouth. Madara kept pushing it in, forcing it as deep inside of you as his fingers would allow. It felt odd, his hands and your body heat slowly warmed the liquid as he pushed it inside. The god pulled away from the kiss with a loud breath. “No more games,” he announced and pulled his fingers away.

The sound of his slick fingers against his own flesh made you shiver. You wished you could see it, him fisting himself atop you. What a gorgeous sight that would be, it was almost worth the risk of going blind. Almost. He lined himself up with your entrance, one hand holding your tied wrists above your head and the other holding him in place. His tip felt large as it twitched impatiently against your hole. Anticipation made you hold your breath.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

He thrust in and your jaw dropped. Big, he was so big. You felt overstuffed, like there were six of his large fingers shoved inside. Madara pushed forward more, your walls spasming around the intrusion. He was too big; it was too much. You felt like you were going to break, like he’d split you in half. More of his shaft entered you and he groaned, his guiding hand now reaching up to grip your hip and push you further onto him. It felt like he had knocked the wind out of you as the tip of his penis hit your cervix. Surely that was it, he couldn’t go any further. “Pretty little thing, so fucked out already and I’ve barely even started,” he chuckled, his words strained. He brought the hand that was holding your wrists down to wipe your chin of drool that you hadn’t even realized was there. “You’re so wet,” he grunted and pulled his hips back before snapping them forward quickly. You grunted, the drag of his dick the best thing you had ever felt. “Behave and I might just reward you.”

He began to thrust in earnest, the mushroom head hitting against your cervix with each thrust in, like it was trying to bury itself deeper inside of you. Your back bowed and he forced your hips to meet his. You brought your hands up and began to grip at the edge of the marble table. Your white-knuckled grip the only thing keeping you grounded. He brought his unoccupied hand down to your left breast and began to thumb the nipple in time with his thrusts. The shlick shlick shlick sound of each drag against your insides made your toes curl once again. You felt the heavy weight of his balls hit against your perineum and the slick that was pushed out with every thrust leaked down onto the stone beneath.

The sun god was more vocal than you had expected, grunting with effort, and groaning when you clenched particularly hard around him. You licked your lips, your mouth felt dry from hanging open for so long. Your guts began to twist in knots again and you knew you would cum soon. In a rush of bravery, you brought your legs up and attempted to wrap them around his waist. Immediately, your flesh began to burn, and you set them back down. “What did I tell you?” He sounded strained and he moved his second hand to your other hip. “Behave.”

“I can’t-“ you cut yourself off with a moan, his shaft scraping just right against your g-spot and causing your climax to begin again. He hissed and you felt his hair tickle your stomach as he leaned forward and his grip on your hips tightened. You hoped he’d leave bruises.

“Fuck,” he sounded depraved, and you bit your bottom lip hard. His hips continued to push into you. “Your walls are trying so hard to milk me, is that what you want? Hm? You want me to breed you?”

“Uhn,” you couldn’t help but nod vigorously. Your mind so warped with pleasure that you’d do anything he asked. “Oh, Madara,” you groaned and bucked your hips against his grip.

“You want to carry my bastard,” his voice thick with arousal. His large hands pulled you further down on the table and he put both of your legs up around his shoulders. “Everyone will know it’s mine. They’ll all see your rounded belly and know that it’s the seed of their god growing inside of you.”

The new angle was intense, he bore heavily down onto your cervix with every thrust. He pushed your legs forward, putting them up by your shoulders, almost folding you in half, and pushed into your womb. You screamed. It was too much, an intense mix of pain and pleasure that had your nerves confused. “Feel me reach the deepest parts of you,” he grunted. Madara grabbed your tied wrists and brought your hand down to your folded stomach. He made your hands press against your lower belly where you felt the outline of him inside of you. The extra pressure added more feeling and you whined. “I’m going to fill that pretty little womb of yours.”

His thrusts quickened, becoming bruising and focused. You kept your hand where he placed it and felt his bulge as it moved in and out of you. Your head moved back and through your lust filled haze you noticed that the edges of the blindfold had loosened. If you moved a bit more maybe it would come off? Madara moved one of his hands inward and began to stroke at your clit quickly. His pace becoming uneven as his breathing sped up. “You were fucking made for this,” he groaned out. “Made to take me, to be folded in half and fucked stupid.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried out and moved your head to the side. The silk slipped off of your eyes and you kept them closed as you tried to ignore the need to look at him. He felt so good, so brutal. Your clit throbbed and your core clenched for the fourth time. This was it, the most intense orgasm you’d have possibly ever. You wanted to look at him, to gaze upon his glorious face as you came undone. “Madara, please,” you began, your voice keening at the end. “Look at me.”

You opened your eyes just in time to see him look into yours. He was gorgeous, his dark hair wild and strung about him in a halo of black, his naked flesh flushed pink with exertion, his eyes so dark they looked like they would swallow you whole. His muscles rippled as he fucked you open, the lines under his eyes crinkling as his lips tightened in a smirk. Madara whispered your name and gave one more strong thrust before you squeezed your eyes tight in ecstasy. “Such a bad girl,” he taunted.

This orgasm was unlike any other before, your entire being felt tingly and a different kind of pressure built in your sex. When that pressure released a large burst of clear liquid gushed from you and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your legs shook, your walls trembled, and you barely heard Madara’s own grunt of release as he poured his molten semen into your womb. Your everything trembled and you felt like you might melt into the table below you. Your vision went from white to black and you felt your consciousness begin to fade.

“You may rest for now,” his voice sounded so distant in your mind. “We’ll resume shortly.”

When you woke next, you felt so disoriented. Your eyes were open, but everything was hazy, you felt like you were sitting on something hard but comfortable and you lifted your head to try and see where you were. “It took you long enough, pet,” came Madara’s silky voice from behind you. His chest pressed to your back and his arms pressed you further against him. “We still have three more nights of fun to get to.”

A/N: Again, this amazing art contribution was made by the one and only @skydaddy01 please go check them out and send them a huge thank you from me! Madara looks incredible, doesn't he? Uhg I can't stop looking at this art.

Part Two

Hashirama||Tobirama

Season 2

[beezleberry-breakie]

Shouldn't Have Done That 🔪🔪

So I lied. Max is gonna come soon I swear. I redid some of Holly's info >.> felt like I made her stand out a lot, almost mary-sue ish. Soooooo I changed some physical things and gonna redeux some of her info....hehe. She's 5'7" now instead of 5'6, lol gave her an inch, lol.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlust Devotion or James they belong to @hotpinkmoon (who I am sure is tired of seeing me spam her inbox ⊂(•̀_•́⊂ )∘˚˳°). But with a beautiful mountain man likes James comes fans like me who want to climb him.

"Hello. Welcome to 7-Heaven", you mumbled the greeting, phone glued to your fingers, when you heard the chime of the front doors. The pit pat of feet soon echoing against the linoleum floor.

Sigh.

Another boring late night at your job. Another lousy 10 hours to go. A lonely bitter work shift. People shouldn’t have to work like this, let alone live on a shit salary, but it was all you could find in the classifieds in this town. You swore as soon as you had enough cash- you’d leave this place and make something of yourself. Maybe become a doctor, or an astronaut, or hell even a crab fisherman. Something that would make papa proud, but alas here you were an assistant manager to a small supermarket. This blowed.

An exaggerated yawn left your lips as you decided to do your job to look for the customer who had just entered the store. Nothing unusual, seems they were floating around the snacks and beer aisle, seemed about right for a late night visit. Your eyes lazily glanced to the giant round mirror that hung in the corner at the end of the aisle. Hmm, looked like about a 5”7’ female wearing a dark green dress? You squinted, no a jacket? You couldn’t fully tell, you leaned a bit forward to garner a better look. Brown skin with vitiligo, whatever hair they had was gathered in the back of her jacket dress you didn’t fuckin’ know what she was wearing, and it looked familiar. Almost stupid familiar. Wait. You inwardly gasped. She was back. Shit, you haven't seen her in a while, hell has she been, you're unprepared for this moment!

In a small panic you went back to your phone, using it's camera like a mirror to fix your hair and any imperfections you saw. Once you felt that you were in the best looking shape, you straightened your back, and took a deep breath. She had just turned around to make her way to the register. You smiled.

It's go time.

"Long time, no see stranger".

The young woman blinked, then gave a strained smile.

"Oh, hey Y/N".

It was Holly!

You watched as she continued to approach the counter, long ebony curls bouncing with each step. Your eyes wandered down to finally catch a glance at the monstrosity she was wearing. It was baggy…a VERY BAGGY zip-up hoodie that draped on her shoulders. Damn thing was close to covering over her knees. You blinked, she never wore anything like that before, at least from what you could remember of your past interactions.

The thought was pushed out once you heard Holly say your name again. Her sweet voice, it was always so warm and smooth, like dripping honey into milk. She had a way to make the night a little more bearable when she used to stop in. You stopped your ogling to snap yourself back into work mode, a faint blush on your cheeks.

You remembered the first night you both met, she seemed to curl into herself, like she was just tired and wanted to get the night over with. She wouldn't even chance a glance or talk to you when cashing out. The days would continue as the day before. Holly would come in, grab her snack and coffee, then cash out. Nothing changed in the first couple of months of seeing her, and you were close in giving up hope in getting to know her.

Suddenly one week she just became more talkative. Honeyed eyes shining brighter, her laughter and dirty jokes contagious, it was like she finally found something that made her days better. She was nearly stopping in everyday at your workplace, so in some hope you felt you had a reason for her sudden happiness, in fact you felt that maybe it was all you. Every chance Holly shopped in the market, you always tried to start some sort of small talk and always wished her a better night. You felt a swell of pride as you thought you gave this young woman some new found happiness. You’re such a good person! Gold star!

Yet she just seemed to disappear one day? Was her weeks of happiness at seeing you just a sign of maniac depression she complained about? It had been a few months when she didn't stop in at all and you tore yourself up in not getting her number. Maybe she just needed a friend to lean on, a person to cuddle with, or someone to talk to? Whatever went on, seems to have passed as she was here now! You beamed. Fate seemed to always find a way for star crossed lovers, and maybe Holly was yours.

Holly placed the basket of food on the counter, soon followed by a 6 pack of light beer. She huffed a bit after placing the objects down, her hoodie and straps of her tank top dropping from off her shoulders. She cursed softly and pulled the straps back onto her shoulders and moving the...was...was that a gold chain on her breasts-uh uhm uhh you meant neck?! That chain looked way too big for her, was baggy and saggy a new thing from Europe or something?

You blushed, mouth falling agape as you watched her move the gold chain from in-between her full breasts. A swallow was stuck in your throat. Fuck. She was looking at you now! Damn these hormones. You forgot how she makes you feel. Recover this moment Y/N! You cleared your now dry throat to stop embarrassing yourself any further.

"H-Holly! I haven't seen you in a w-while", curse your stammering words. This was your moment to make a move....do you think she noticed that you slowed down scanning her things yet?

" H-How have you been? I...I worried about you when stopped coming by".

Holly had blinked several time before shifting her eyes quickly to look out the glass door, you also peered, but didn't see anybody outside. What the fuck was she looking at? Was she in trouble or just was someone out there? You glanced back at Holly for a moment, but decided to just go back to scanning. She didn't look like she was in trouble, in fact she looked flawless. You bet your face was the color of fire right now. Keep your shit together Y/N, you can ask her questions later once you get her number.

You needed to fix this awkward moment, what did Holly like again? Aw that's right! After scanning the last snack, you brought your phone out to show Holly a pictures you took when you were finally able to vacation in Europe.

"S-So, Holly May", fucking shit ,what a horrible nickname you just graced her, "I took your advice and actually went on holiday overseas". That seemed to snap her out of zoning out, this was the only moment you noticed that she wasn't staring outside, almost unblinkingly so. Your shaky hand reached out to give her your phone, your fingers grazing for a slight moment against her own as she snatched gently took it.

"Oh meride! You went to that tourist trap?” she began swiping to look at more photos “Penedejo. Who the hell told you to go here?!", awwww there was your peace, your Holly, it was like she never left as you listen to her ramble about her families home town that you visited, making obscene hand gestures and cursing in a mix of French and cursive Spanish to some of the photos of you backpacking through the country. Your courage continued to skyrocket when she leaned forward, excitingly mind you, to explain the different spices she used when it came to some of the meals you told her you had. You couldn’t help but take a quick glance at her round ass as it poked out from under the hood. Another hard gulp stuck in your throat. Ok. Ok you decided.

It was now or never.

Just when you were about to confess your feelings, the chime of another customer entering the store caught your attention. You groaned, excusing yourself from chatting with the energy gremlin that was Holly to greet the new customer.

You forced a smile, looking towards the door, "Welcome to 7-Heaven, I'll be right...with...you?".

Oh, oh he was big. He was very fucking big. You stared, the length of which you did more than boarded on rude at this point, but someone this big and scary looking needed to be stared at. Yet looking into his eyes you saw how he, at first, kept his gaze on Holly then turned to stare at you-his glare seeming to hold a silent veiled threat. You almost locked your knees in fear. What the hell?! Who is this guy?! You had the snarky idea to call him Jasón Voorhees but you were sure he’d punch your teeth in.

"Holly".

You jumped, even muffled through the mask he was wearing, the baritone of his voice caught you both off guard. Holly had shot straight back up, fingers scrambling to catch the phone she almost dropped, her eyes snapping to the new intruder.

"James”, she pulled the hoodie back onto her shoulders, concern etched on her face, “-is somethin-"

"You ok darlin’?".

She had yet to take her eyes of this behemoth, her fingers nervously tugging on the cuffs of her hoodie. "Yes! I'm fine James”, was she fucking blushing?! “Im sorry for taking so long". She was smiling? A true genuine smile even as this James, stood menacingly behind her to place a masked kiss to the top of her head, his eyes not once straying from your face. You swore you almost heard a purr fall from Holly's lips at his gesture, all her attention now directed towards him. It's like you didn't exist anymore. He looked controlling, possessive, downright dangerous, and you didn’t understand how Holly was loving on him like a bitch in heat. You bit your lip in frustration.

When did he even appear? You didn't even see this tall motherfucker outside, how the hell were his footsteps so silent, was it Friday the 13th? You quickly glanced at the mini calendar on the counter. Nope not the 13th, you silently thanked God at least you’d see another day.heh.

You watched as Holly grabbed one of his hands to intertwine their fingers together, acting like a love sick puppy to this deranged giant. Whom you noticed, had still YET to take his eyes off you.

Was this who she went away to all those months? With this giant ogre of a man doing god knows what? You clutched the scanning gun in your hand, your eyes focused on Holly. This couldn’t have been healthy, right? To just be gone for a couple of months then be all love drunk to a man who resembled Scarface’s son. No. You had to reason with Holly. This was wrong.

"H-Holly are you sure you're doing alright?". You place the scanning tool away, worry etched in your voice as your hand reached out to her. “You know I can help if you just ask. I’m here for you Holly”

This triggered a response. Not from Holly, oh no, but from James. He tilted his head at your emboldened heroic statement, eyes glazing over while his arms protectively crossed over Holly’s chest. Right now you deemed him akin to a bear protecting its slain prey, it was intimidating, and it made your blood run cold.

No. She wasn’t worth it, not by that much. You went back to scanning the last of Holly's snacks, hands shaking as you bagged the items, almost dropping a few in the process.

You hit the register to get the total, "$2-24.50". They’d be out of your hair soon, you kept repeating to yourself, he’d be gone soon. Holly was digging in her hoodie pocket to pay you when James had beat her to it. Reaching over Holly's shoulder he slapped a 20 (and your now broken phone) onto the counter. You looked back up at him, unwilling to blink, as if the gesture would keep him from physically striking you. You wanted to get some sort of bravery back into your system, but no matter how much you tried, you just couldn't ignore the feeling of dread that was choking the air. It was suffocating and Holly was none the wiser as she kissed the back of James’ intwined hand. You gulped nervously. She was too far gone. No saving her.

"Keep the change", with the final word, he turned, grabbed the bag of snacks and tugged Holly’s wrist to finally leave the store. You let out a puff of air that you didn't know you were even holding, your chest burning at the lack of air. You wanted to steady your shaking hands before you looked at the damage created on your phone. At least you could try to save something.

The screen was completely shattered, small fissures on the sides, ruining any chance of saving the device. You gave a deep sigh and looked out the store’s windows to watch Holly and James disappear down the sidewalk. Her form leaning against his arm. Even with them gone, you still felt the murderous gaze he gave whenever you chanced a look at Holly. You shivered. Did you sign your death certificate? Something was just not right with either of them. Maybe. Maybe it was time to move. Pawn everything and just leave. Yea, that sounded like a good idea. You'd start packing as soon as you clocked out and just start anew in another town. Fuck Holly and her new Beau. Your 10 hours of work couldn’t finish fast enough.

It was a pity though.

James came back to “talk” before you could even step foot out of the store.

I feel like I'm making these things long...should I shorten them up? Also was Holly Mary sue? I need to know >.> I don’t raise no perfect bitches.

[tamagosandesu]

SSMonth 2022

Title: the gap between Prompt: I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you Summary: She would strive. She would do anything, everything, in order to deserve the place beside him. Love and devotion weren’t enough of a reason to have him, because behind every successful man, is a woman. And for Sasuke, she’ll be that woman. Author’s Notes: So sorry I was gone for two days lol. The day 16 prompt (the enemy) I will probably be making a one-shot but just not now. I would probably publish it after ssmonth when I’m not that pressured. Today’s prompt, (day 18, proposal help me revive the Uchiha clan) will probably be also a prompt that I would make a fanfic later on.

Plus, I know that this might sound so unrealistic and cliché for high schoolers, but sorry let’s indulge since I’m too smitten with reading all the bridgerton books. I’m in colin and Penelope’s story now btw!

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They were high school sweethearts.

Inseparable and madly in love with one another. Their relationship started out on mere friendship, from civilized conversations to informal talks, until one finally had the courage to confess their growing love for each other.

Since then, for them, the world seemed like a better place. With each other as their lover, their lives never felt better than being in each other’s arms. It was fulfillment, and almost complete contentment.

School be damned, society be disappointed, and responsibilities be left. All they ever want is each other every day, every hour, every minute, every moment, and in every breath.

They are each other’s reason to live. It might sound utterly exaggerated—given that they are only in high school and having the time of their lives—there’s no other way to describe the feeling that settles deep within their core.

But, as what people say, all things come to an end.

Their crumbling started after their ignorance towards reality has continued far too long. Responsibilities became heavier than ever, distractions getting more serious, and problems growing to be harder.

In their own little worlds, it was only them. Sakura and Sasuke. No one else in between, and not a heavy weight within their own lives.

But outside their pathetic daydream, were circumstances that breaks them mountains apart. Aside from being just her Sasuke, he was also Uchiha Sasuke—son of the city’s most powerful family, a descendant of Konoha’s top conglomerate group, and a man of his completely different world.

While she, Sakura, was a mere commoner—daughter of a humble couple who runs a small coffee shop, a student who is on scholarship in order to get through her school life, and someone who is among the general population of unimportant people in society.

She was too swayed by her love that she failed to notice reality. She was too blinded by her happiness that she ignored the strong apprehension deep within her gut. She was a fool for ever thinking that despite the massive difference between them, their love could prevail.

Because it didn’t. Between expectations and blood, love never prevails.

So, when things were gradually turning out for the worse, she was the one who ended their love. She was the one who initiated the pain, the misery, and the pleading that came out of his lips that begged her not to leave.

Yet she was resolved to close her heart, for once, and let go of the man whom she was deeply in love with.

But after the parting, there was a promise. There was a glimmer of hope within her heart that she could get him back.

She would strive. She would do anything, everything, in order to deserve the place beside him. Love and devotion weren’t enough of a reason to have him, because behind every successful man, is a woman.

And for Sasuke, she’ll be that woman.

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They drifted apart in college, where she decided to pursue her passion instead of following wherever he goes. She had to keep reminding herself of her resolve, of her plan to suppress the urge to follow him and bow down onto her knees until he decided to forgive her and give her another chance.

But in life, sacrifices are made. She wants to be a doctor, a doctor who’ll create a name for herself, and have her abilities praised by people. Have her abilities approved to be worthy of their recognition.

She worked hard at the university—day and night of non-stop studying, caffeine as her power generator, and her will that helped her to get through times of almost giving up.

She heard whispers along college, about him. He was slowly gaining popularity, even if he’s still in school like her. He was gradually creating a name early on before the days to come where his glory will truly be known.

She guesses that’s a good thing. Good for him.

She was in college, crying her eyes in the days that she’s burnt out. She was in college when his name once again reached her ears. And she was in college when there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

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When she was in med school, his name was appearing on TV from time to time.

Most of the times, it was to introduce him in brief minutes of trivia in news, or when he’s just caught within the matters that regard his family. Only his name is mentioned most of the time. But there were times that his face was flashed.

And whenever she caches a glimpse of him after years, her breath never fails to hitch. He was as handsome as ever. Maturity has caught up to him too, and it seems to suit him better. His cheekbones are more prominent as the remains of teenage hood left him. His eyebrows are more arched, somehow. His lips in a thin line all the time whenever his face is showed, that leaves his identity so utterly intriguing.

At the same time, whenever she catches wind of her again, memories would flood back in. She would smile, but without mirth nor happiness, and instead with emptiness and sadness of the bitter past they had.

They might be young, but their love was genuine. He never indulges in things that he thinks is trivial or uselessly fleeting. So when he agreed to date, she knew she should treasure it. He was never the type to give something with a half-mind decision, but he gives with a wholehearted attitude.

It’s hard to let go of one’s first and true love. The spark was extraordinary between them, and the atmosphere changes whenever they were in the same room. The stares were piercing, and the looks were melting before they had started to go out. There was a charge that they’ve never felt before. She has never experienced anything similar towards her past relationships—the captivating electricity that could erupt in one single stare, or the heat that tingles up one’s entire system whenever a slight contact with each other occurred.

The news said that he was the heir, after his brother gave up his position and pursued his own company. 

That single news report almost destroyed her resolve.

The distance was increasing, and the gap was becoming harder to patch up.

She hasn’t done anything to make even a slight hustle about her. But here he was, already climbing up, getting farther and farther out of her reach.

She thought she’s already crossed a path to get closer to him when she graduated as magna cum laude in college. But here he was, reaching far more bigger things that what she’s achieved.

A step forward towards him, but he takes two steps away.

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At residency, she made sure the she was under the tutelage of the great Tsunade Senju whom was the most respected and certainly the best doctor in Konoha. She ensured a spot on her hospital, and did her best to be noticed by Tsunade.

Hard work pays off as she was now part of Tsunade’s operations every time she was on call. Tsunade allowed her to come to her office to train personally with the doctor she adores.

She was beyond delighted when the people on the hospital were starting to praise her, and started to spread good compliments regarding her abilities.

Whenever she catches wind about mumblings on her talent, it wasn’t just about the want to be closer to him when she hears those, but it was also pure and genuine fulfillment that makes her feel deserving of it.

And speaking of him, his name and face was frequent on television now. He has officially taken over the company as CEO and made drastic change in their company’s finance. It seems his new proceedings were even affecting their economy in terms of success. It only states how truly powerful he is to be able to sway one’s economy under his mere word and decisions.

At this stage, she admires him, truly from the bottom of her heart. It wasn’t that she didn’t already have admiration since the day she met him, it was just this time it was different. Her admiration was intensified with awe and amazement as the clips of him walking out of buildings and securing another deal were shown to live TV.

He was still handsome, his face not quite the same the last time she personally saw him. He was different, but at the same time, he was so familiar. Ever the same ebony hair and eyes that captured her heart. His expressions were the same, but he holds himself in an entirely different air this time around.

She realized, he was no longer the guy she that she left. He was now a man—perfectly fine, and just out of reach.

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She almost had a death scare when she suddenly heard from the morning news that he was engaged to another woman.

It was the day where she would take her licensure examination, another step closer to becoming a full-fledged doctor. She woke up with glee written in her face, mixed with giddiness and nervousness that allowed a squeal out of her mouth while she was stretching her arms. Breakfast was fun and her day seemed to be as shiny as the sun when she woke up. There would be no stopping her ever bright morning, she thought, until she heard the morning news.

Dramatically, her cup of coffee fell to the floor and the mug shattered into a thousand pieces as she froze and shock took over her.

He’s engaged!? Was the first thought that came to her mind in four different emotions. He’s engaged!? In shock and utter disbelief, he’s engaged!? In jealousy, he’s engaged!? In anger, and he’s engaged!? In acceptance and hurt.

At first it did not completely register. She had to blink and allow her mouth to gape first before letting the information sink it. Then, she felt a burning sensation deep in the pits of her heart that she later realized was jealousy. After, the information registered even more and she suddenly fumed with anger due to the rejection of the truth that he is now moved on from their relationship before so easily and was now about to settle down with someone else. But after all these emotions, she finally felt acceptance and almost resignation. The foul feeling within her still hasn’t left, but the rational side of her says that she should wake up to reality.

Their relationship ended years ago. Surely Sasuke must’ve had enough and decided to start a family of his own. Because after all, as the heir and quite the CEO actually of their own multi-million company, he’s expected to have a child to pass on the reins and a wif—

Suddenly the word tasted bitter on her mind. Even more so on her tongue, she supposes.

It wasn’t that she let go of it easily—on contrary, it was far from it. She thought it was fine, and it was alright, since she has no right to ever control whatever he did in his own life. She was the one who ended everything between them, so she has absolutely no right to decided and dictate what fate has in store.

Today, she was focused on her exams. Today was about pursuing her passion and being one step away from reaching her dreams.

She walks out of the house with her chin held high, as if she didn’t just receive a heavy blow from the report this morning.

And deep inside, her aching heart yearns that it wasn’t so true.

Though it seems life was indeed full of surprises as she discovers a few days later that the engagement was off and to be perfectly honest, (according to tabloids), it was not true at all.

This news came just before the announcement of the results of the licensure test. Her day was also giddy and nervous, but the feeling intensified as she saw from the internet the information that Uchiha Sasuke was not engaged anymore.

He isn’t?! was her first thought, with the feeling of suspicion and confusion first, then curiosity on why the false news was ever announced, and finally—pure, unadulterated happiness and utter relief.

It seems, her mission wasn’t over yet.

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Sakura was slowly getting recognized. Her name was published in magazines from time to time, her name was mentioned in infomercials then sometimes on brochures and flyers. Her name wasn’t popular in spoken information yet, but she was sure she was on her way there, like how popular plastic surgeon or doctors who saved celebrity’s lives have gained immense popularity.

Her career developed, until it came to the point that she was called to be a guest on a wellness show on TV, and even visited by celebrities and businessmen personally to have her professional check-up. While at first every time a known actor would go to her, she would be shocked and dumbly star-struck all the time. But now, it seems that she has grown to accept in and think of it as something normal. The more surprising thing nowadays is her not getting any promos, patients of popular names, or requests of guesting in a day.

She doesn’t want to get cocky and get ahead of herself, but somehow, that’s how her life is. She had definitely achieved something. It might not be sensational or extraordinary, but she definitely did not achieve it through a whim nor without any sort of perseverance.

Everything was a fruit of her hard work. Everything she had achieved was from the sweat and tears that she spent on every medical book. And blood that dirtied her hands within every operation.

Suddenly, everything felt like a trophy. She was becoming sentimental and emotional as she felt the ghost of a tear drop on her cheek.

Has it really been years? Everything felt like it was just yesterday—that she had her first operation, that she graduated magna cum laude, that she passed her licensure exam as second highest, and all the memorable experiences she had in her journey to today.

Tears were about to successfully drop when a knock on her office door interrupted. She had to practically suck her protruding tears back to her eye sockets as she composed herself with professionality and answered calmly as if she didn’t almost have a crying session.

“Who is it?”

“Sakura,” Shizune, her senior and a fellow doctor of a different profession called. “Someone is looking for you.”

“Is it a patient?” her eyebrows raised. Shizune has still yet to open the door and reveal her face.

“Uh, yeah. The person insists on seeing you immediately.”

“Okay, I’ll go down in a moment.”

“No, it’s fine,” Shizune quickly interjected. “They said they could meet you here.”

“Oh…” She was slightly confused. “Okay.”

She heard footsteps descend and fade. Shizune must’ve left her and went down to reception to call her visitor.

Though not long was there another set of footsteps that was approaching her office. She guesses it was the visitor, so she sits properly and quickly rummaged through her things as she prepares and tries to neaten everything.

A knock was heard.

“Come in!” She still wasn’t quite done at fixing her table as she just realized that it was messier than she wanted.

“Hello, what can I do—”

“Sakura.”

She nearly chocked on her own spit as she recognized that voice. Very slowly, she looked up the person who was standing in front of her.

Her gasp was loud and her shock was evident, because the person was….

“Sasuke…”

[roosterbox]

Inceptiversary Day Thirty One: A letter to Inception fandom.

@inception30daychallenge

(please note: I wrote this in a single sitting, and did not bother to edit it at all afterwards. No gifs, pictures, or emojis either - enjoy some unfiltered rooster, lol)

Dear Inception Fandom,

Well, my darlings. Here we are, eh? Twelve years on. Who could have known that one little two-hour movie could have inspired such fervent devotion? Where fanworks are still being produced with fair regularity. Quality fanworks at that; I’m not exaggerating when I say that this fandom might have, by and large, the best fics in any fandom I’ve ever had the pleasure of being in. Even stretching back to the kinkmeme days, the fics were on a whole other level. And I am incredibly humbled to have my own works counted among those numbers, however much they contribute to the aforementioned quality or not.

And the people. The PEOPLE. I love everybody at this bar. I would list every name to single out each and every one of you for individual praise and virtual smooches, but frankly, I wouldn’t know how to summarize even a tenth of what I feel for a lot of you. Particularly those of you I’ve known for over six years now. One of the kindest groups of people one could ever hope to encounter, let alone befriend. I don’t think y’all even know what a big difference your friendship has made over the years. It’s huge, believe me. I find it hard to articulate the depth of my feelings though, which is typical for me to be honest. One reason why I can never seem to get involved with Inception Positivity when they open up submissions - I get tongue-tied when my own feelings are concerned. It’s the INTJ in me, lol.

And now I’m getting lost in the word sauce again. Rambling on and on. Sorry about that. I guess if I had to summarize what I’d like to say (though summaries aren’t exactly my strong suit), it’d be something like… thanks? Dankeschön? For being your own lovely selves. For being so warm and welcoming that I still see new people being embraced into the Inception fold with open arms and hearts. In the words of Keanu Reeves, “You’re breathtaking!”

Here’s to twelve more years, I hope we’re all still around to see them! And still friends, of course.

With all my love,

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[seriouslysam8]

Oh, I didn’t mean literally hold them every second. I was kinda exaggerating lol. Trust me, I’m a parent of two, I know they don’t always want or need to be held. I just meant Harry seems like the type to have at least one of his kids in his arms or on his lap or chest very often. I know that I loved holding and cuddling my kids as babies, because I mean, who doesn’t? I’m their mom, and besides just cuddling, I obviously held them a lot because I breastfed them. But honestly, most pictures you look back at, they’re in my husbands arms. He loved nothing more than having them in his arms. If they fell asleep on him, he wouldn’t be thankful for the down time and put them in their crib, but he would keep them on his chest until I would have to literally force him to put them in their cribs and come to bed lol. They were sad about something? He wanted them to cry into his shoulder. They were sick? He wanted have them in his arms (He definitely got puked on more than the average parent). Even as they grew older, if they were tired at Disneyland? He wanted them to fall asleep in his arms instead of the stroller. Not that I didn’t love holding my babies, of course I did. I held them all the time. But my husband is just totally obsessed with having babies/toddlers in his arms and never wanted to put them down. Unless they wanted him to, then of course he put them down. He just loves holding babies and little kids, especially his own. In fact every time he brings up the subject of having another, I ask him if it’s because he wants to raise another kid from 0 to 18, or if it’s just to hold a baby in his arms. To which he usually lets out a groan and walks alway. (Because I’m right.) So, there’s an anecdote for you I guess, one that you never asked for and was way too long lol. Anyway, that was my point. Harry seems like my husband in that matter, but maybe you don’t agree. That’s fine! I was just wondering. I’m just going to say this is from Mouse right here, because if I press return, it makes the next words go like 8 lines down and makes this ask even longer.

That makes WAY more sense! Maybe I was just pre-coffee brain!

I see Harry as loving kids. His own kids, his nieces and nephews, even little kids’ he meets randomly. He was a sucker for cute little Scorpius in Entombed and gave him an Auror badge. He’s a sucker for kids in general and will gladly take a picture with a little kid who recognizes him in public or take the time to get down on their level and talk to them. Adults he has no patience for but he loves kids.

I do think Harry had a kid on him a lot rather it was cuddling on the couch with Teddy or snuggling a baby before bed or teaching the kids how to fly a broom. He loved the kids at all ages and not just the baby stage. He was and is a very devoted father. It surprised him how naturally it came to him considering his lack of a father growing up.

[lipstickbisous]

So a few things, this is my first ever attempt at a fic and I used she / her pronouns. I’d like to apologize for that, it wasn’t meant to exclude anyone. However You feels accusatory and I feels too personal. She/her gave me the perfect distance to work with the character, it feels like holding someone at arm’s length.

Please feel free to substitute your preferred pronouns appropriately.

Also, wounds are mentioned, as is cockwarming towards the end. This is tasm!Peter with a s/o that has healing abilities. I got tired of seeing this boy battered and bruised all over my feed and decided to do something about it lol.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

As fast as greased lightning, she came face to face with a messy mop of brown locks and an upside-down hazy smile hanging from the ceiling.

She had been waiting for this moment.

Hi baby Peter says, while completely removing his mask and tossing it on the bed stepping into view.

Her smile flattened a bit, now looking at the open wounds that glisten on his face under the somber glow of the street lights that caressed the room as he limped towards her, pulling her in for an eager hug.

Dead men tell no tales, melancholic women, who keep the bedroom lights on do.

She takes his hand, Come join me, I’m running a bath.

Peter hums as he submerges himself into the tub first, aching muscles of his outstretched arms longing for her embrace. She follows thereafter straddling him between her legs.

The apex of her dainty, careful fingers lit up gold along with the iris of her eyes. Peter could not break her gaze nor would he ever want to.

He could hear the electricity buzzing, in the tiny run-down apartment half-hidden in the busy streets of Brooklyn. As it could not house her in all her glory.

By a gold flicker, gently, slowly, surely, she weaves the cells of his skin back together again - Peter is made anew under her touch every night.

He didn’t miss the tiny yawn his pretty girl gave afterward. A sign of physical exhaustion — the cost of her gift and a twinge of guilt ignites in the pit of his stomach.

Stop that she said. I know what you’re doing.

He looks down in shame - I hate being a burden

Please be a burden,

Be my best friend,

Be my lover,

Be anything you want,

But do not ascribe indignity to the ways I chose to love you

Peter is once again reminded that this woman doesn’t just shine, she burns. He now knows what Margaret Atwood meant when she said FIND SHELTER IN ANOTHER SKIN.

A beat of comfortable silence blankets the pair before his fingers travel down from stroking her face, down past her shoulders, down past her hips, to her folds, eyes looking up at her with a silent plea only to be met with a playful smirk and an easy nod.

Peter rubs circles around her clit already drunk on the soft whimpers she graced him with, slowly he lets himself slip into her watching as she tilts her head back at the fullness of her lover.

Peter Rests his head against her ample breasts and lets his eyes flutter shut in pure bliss.

Dead men tell no tales, devoted women, who keep the beds warm do.

Thank you for reading!

-🧜🏽‍♀️

i'm adding a cut here just so this post isn't too long!

the only reason i use "you" pronouns in my writing is just so it feels more personal to anyone reader?? but there is something so beautiful about using she/her or he/him pronouns.

i love the fucking style you use?? you have a lot of poetic language and there's references like "greased lightning" that were fun to read. this was literal poetry!!! and the whole concept has my heart, a bath scene with peter? give it to me now. 😐 i also really loved that the reader had superpowers but it wasn't exaggerated, it was just super romantic and passionate. this entire thing was so beautifully written, i loved it so much!! i would love to see more in the future 🤍

[bonvoyagenoona]

A highly critical questions:

Pet ownership edition:

Which BTS member is a silly pet parent and spoils their four legged child?

Which pet owner is like Turner and Hooch (awkward but eventually warms to the idea)?

Saucier edition:

Which member makes YOU their pet?

Which member do you make YOUR pet?

(Ahem...food dish. Darker places.)

Lots of hugs for you, roomie!

Aaaaahh, ROOMIE! You got me!!! 🥺 OK, warning you all now that we are gonna start super duper soft, get that sauce for Roomie, and then we're gonna get super soft again!

Pet Ownership Edition. Spoiler alert: I'm making it about dogs for reasons.

Q: Which BTS member is a silly pet parent and spoils their four legged child? A: Yoongi

You watch lazily, quickly losing interest by the second as Yoongi stares at two seemingly identical packs of treats. "They're so different," he mumbles, frowning, "can't decide which one he'll like better." You smirk as you listen to him grumble to himself like Holly does when trying to figure things out. "Chicken" something something something "beef" something "tummy" something something "sweet boy". You walk over and take both bags, pressing a kiss to Yoongi's cheek. "Such a sweet boy that we'll just have to get both, right?" you ask, as you toss them into the cart you've been leaning on for nearly half an hour. The way Yoongi smiles at you fills your heart. A little sheepish, but also kind of like if he had a tail, it'd be wagging.

...BUT ALSO OF COURSE IT'S YOONGI THE MAN HAS AN ALBUM DEDICATED TO MIN HOLLY HE BOUGHT HOLLY A PIANO LOOK AT ALL OF THIS EVIDENCE I REST MY CASE

Q: Which pet owner is like Turner and Hooch (awkward but eventually warms to the idea)? A: Jin (from Run BTS Episode 23 specifically lol)

"More?!" Jin exclaims in frustration, a sheen of sweat already covering his forehead. You laugh as your puppy tugs forward. "We only did one run around the block!" you say, catching your breath. "She needs to let out her energy or else she'll be begging to play all night. Think of your wardrobe, Worldwide Handsome. All those Fila hoodies.” Jin grins, imagining not only his hoodies, but himself in them, posing for the camera. “Now think of them in shreds on the floor," you say. Jin rolls his eyes and holds his hand out for the leash. "She's lucky I'm such an amazing athlete," he says, crouching down and nuzzling her. When she licks his face, now covering his cheeks and neck with its own sheen, he can't help but smile. "She's also very lucky that she's so adorable." And then he stands and looks down at her fondly as she scratches herself. He looks over at you, sharing that fond smile. "And we're so lucky to have her." The warmth in your heart. Not just for the love he has for your little pup. But also the fact that he said "we".

A bit of an exaggeration, they're all so good with animals that it was hard to pick, but won't we forever love how initially awkward but eventually sweet Adam and Jin were??

Saucier Edition. Let's switch up them pets... 

Q: Which member makes YOU their pet? A: Jimin

Collar/leash kink Jimin (so regular Jimin) is back. He loved the lace on the tufted pillow, and his collection has since grown into an entire side of his walk-in closet devoted to your collars, leashes, ears, tails, toys, bowls, and the sauciest of saucers. All of that has led to tonight, with you in your kitten ears and kitten heels (and only those things) curled up in his lap, eyeliner whiskers smeared by the milk and cream (store-bought as well as homemade 😏) from all your shenanigans, licking your sweet arousal off of his fingers as his other hand strokes your back. "Whose good, sexy girl are you?" he cooes. He pauses from stroking your back and runs his fingers along your collar to check your name tag, your name in gorgeous, gold cursive, on the front, and his name in the same font on the back. "Mmm," he sighs happily. "That's right. You're mine." He slaps you on the ass and then strokes your back again, making you purr.

Q: Which member do you make YOUR pet? A: Jungkook

It might follow that, given Jimin's previously called out kinks, Taehyung would get similarly get a second shout-out for his love of playing a role. But for him, those collars and that playtime is all about an act. You wanna talk about making someone your real pet? It's Jungkook. The love for performing. The need to please. The pure look of love he gives you with those enormous eyes. Jungkook didn't even talk to you about the idea that had been brewing. He just dropped onto all fours one day and stared at the bag of carrots on the kitchen counter. Eventually, you caught on, and you knelt beside him, feeding them to him bit by bit. And bit by bit you move now, slowly inserting the butt plug with the cotton tail at the other end. He moans so deliciously as he writhes against your mattress. Once that finishing touch is done, he rolls onto his side, showing you his glistening, hard cock, so turned on by how much you've indulged his needs. He whispers in that low, chesty voice of his, saved just for you. "Always love playing rabbits. Now let's fuck like them, too."

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P.S. OK, soft hours again: I suspect that Roomie shared this pet edition because I adopted a dog! This is my first pet ever, and he's the smartest, chillest puppy I've ever seen in my entire life? So here's a picture of him to get you all soft again.