Afflicted Memories [ ☕︎ ]

Afflicted Memories [ ☕︎ ]

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(A/N): --> The plot is a whole mess I know.. but this is based on the Cafe roleplay me and my friends did back in February 22, 2022. The roleplay kept going for three hours but instead, it ended on a cliffhanger and we never looked back on it again. Just remember that all of these were part of our improvised roleplay, well not all of it since I began improvising the story on the half end of Chapter V; I roleplayed as Shufen and Gwyn though! My friends either played as Ria, Rin, and Asva. Basically, I did all of this because I was bored... And of course, as usual. Can't contain that little boredom of yours. PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY! Absolutely SATIRE and is not intended for harm. Thank you! Everything is just for fun, I made it aesthetic because.. why not? I take any criticisms, please do send some friendly ones atleast!
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#1 in #hashiramaxmadara The feeling of the snow underneath my skis. "Moan for me, baby." The glistening white in the steep hill. "That's it. That's it, on your knees for me." The wind slicing my body like icicles as I sped up downhill. "Now, suck me." I closed my eyes, for just a fraction of a second, let the thoughts eat me up, consume me as I sped down. "Ahh, you feel so good. SO GOOD around me, Madara." I shivered, jolts of happiness ploughing through my spine as my skis ploughed through the snow. "You want more? You want me to give you more?" More speed, more speed, more more more more, downhill, faster on my skis, oh Hashirama, faster, FASTER inside me!! Madara is a 19-year-old English literature students home for winter holidays at the hotel his adoptive parents run and live in together with his little brother, Izuna. Madara can't think about anything but skiing and his parents' detest for it. Until a 31-year-old, anonymous author comes to stay at their hotel... Cover drawn by me.

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