Mr. Sandman part 9
Sandman Part 17: Might Guy
In the dreamscape, Malik found himself in a lush, sunlit clearing, surrounded by the vibrant energy of nature. The air was crisp and invigorating, the perfect setting for a training session with one of the most energetic shinobi he knew—Might Guy.
Dynamic Training Session
Might Guy stood across from him, her iconic green jumpsuit and orange leg warmers hugging her athletic form. Despite the playful setting, there was an undeniable intensity in her bright, passionate eyes. She had confessed her feelings for Malik before, but their relationship remained complex, layered with the challenges of their different worlds and responsibilities.
"Malik!" Guy's voice boomed with enthusiasm. "Today, we will ignite the flames of youth with a dynamic training session!"
Malik couldn't help but smile at her infectious energy. "I'm not much of a fighter, Guy, but I'll give it a try for you."
The training began with a series of taijutsu drills. Guy's movements were precise and powerful, each strike and kick a testament to her years of relentless dedication. Malik did his best to keep up, but his lack of martial prowess was evident. Still, Guy encouraged him at every step, her voice filled with praise and motivation.
As they trained, Malik couldn't help but notice how much effort Guy put into guiding him. She wasn't just focused on the drills; she was watching him closely, making sure he was okay, and adjusting the pace to suit him. It was clear that her feelings for him went beyond mere admiration—she genuinely cared.
After what felt like hours of training, Malik was exhausted, but there was a sense of accomplishment in his heart. Guy, ever the supportive mentor, clapped him on the back with a wide grin.
"You did amazing, Malik! The flames of youth burn brightly within you!"
Malik chuckled, panting heavily. "Thanks, Guy. But I have to be honest—this is a one-time thing. Training isn't really my style."
Guy nodded, her smile softening. "I understand, Malik. It's not about doing what others expect of you, but finding your own path. That's what makes the flames of youth so unique—they burn differently for everyone."
Youthful Pep Talk
The scene shifted, and they found themselves in a serene hot spring, steam rising gently from the warm water. The transition from intense training to peaceful relaxation was jarring yet comforting. Malik and Guy settled into the hot springs, the water soothing their tired muscles.
Guy wore a simple yet elegant yukata, a stark contrast to her usual energetic appearance. The calm of the hot springs seemed to bring out a different side of her—a side that was reflective and deeply caring.
As they soaked in the warm water, Guy began to speak, her voice softer and more introspective. "Malik, life is full of challenges, but it's how we face them that defines us. You've taught me that strength isn't just about physical power, but about the heart and the spirit."
Malik listened intently, appreciating the depth of her words. "And you've shown me the importance of perseverance, Guy. You've never given up on anything or anyone, and that's something I admire deeply."
Guy's eyes met his, and for a moment, the usual intensity in her gaze was replaced with something softer, more vulnerable. "I've been thinking a lot about us, Malik. I know it's complicated, but I can't help how I feel."
Malik reached out, taking her hand in his. "I know, Guy. And I care about you too. We'll figure this out together, one step at a time."
They sat in comfortable silence, holding each other close as the warmth of the hot springs enveloped them. In that moment, the complexities of their relationship seemed to fade away, leaving only the simple, undeniable connection between them. Malik allowed himself to get hard, "I know will figure it out one day but until then, come over here so I can make love to you, I can feel how hot you are." As Malik's words trail off, he feels a shiver run down his spine, not from the cool air, but from the intensity of the moment. Might Guy, with a slight blush on her cheeks, smiles at him, her eyes shining with understanding and affection. She moves closer, the distance between them closing, as the serene atmosphere of the hot springs wraps around them.
Her hand still in his, she gently squeezes it, as if to reassure him of her presence. "Malik," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
Her proximity is intoxicating, and Malik can't help but lean in, his gaze locked onto hers. He can feel the warmth radiating from her, and the connection between them deepens, the pull of their emotions stronger than ever. She straddles him her wet and heavy elegant yukata sliding up. "Why did you wear that in here?" Malik asks, but then it comes to him at the same time she says it, "Traning," they say together, and share a knowing smile. The water laps gently at their skin, adding to the sensual atmosphere. Malik's hands find her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body meld with his. Her wet yukata clings to her, revealing the curves of her body underneath.
"I want you to know that I'm here for you too, Guy," Malik murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on her damp skin. He can feel her heartbeat quicken, matching his own.
"I've never doubted that, Malik," she replies, her voice barely audible. Her eyes are dark with desire, and she leans in, closing the distance between them. Their lips meet in a passionate kiss, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time.
The water swirls around them, heightening their senses as they become lost in each other. Malik starts thrusting his hips, his hard dick pushing against her hard muscular leg, letting her know his is ready. Malik, unable to resist the allure of her presence, deepens their kiss, his hands exploring the contours of her body. His hips continue to move in a primal rhythm, the heat of their desire building with each passing moment. Guy responds in kind, her own passion ignited by their shared connection.
The water of the hot springs ripples around them, reflecting the myriad emotions playing out on their faces. The serene atmosphere is transformed into a backdrop for their intense, intimate moment. Malik's hands wander beneath the soaked yukata, feeling the strength of her muscles, a testament to her years of training.
Guy's breath hitches as Malik's touch elicits a rush of pleasure. She breaks their kiss, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and affection. "Malik," she whispers, her voice thick with longing. "I want you so much." She leans back in, her lips finding his once more.
Their bodies move together in a sensual dance as they explore each other in the warm, soothing water. Malik's hands slip beneath Guy's yukata, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. He can feel the strength of her muscles, a testament to her dedication and perseverance.
Guy's own hands roam over Malik's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. Her touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, igniting a fire deep within.
As their passion reaches its peak, the water around them seems to boil, as if mirroring the intensity of their emotions. Malik's cock stuck between her skin and her wet yukata, starts to explode with his cum The warmth of Malik's release adds an intimate layer to their shared moment. The cum seeps through the fabric of Guy's yukata, creating a stark contrast against the wet material. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans in closer, her lips meeting his once more.
In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, the atmosphere of the hot springs returns to its previous serene state. The ripples caused by their movements slowly dissipate, and the water settles. Guy's yukata clings to her, now marked by Malik's passion. She looks at him, her gaze softer than before, and a small smile playing on her lips.
"The next time you cum, Malik," she murmurs, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "It'll be inside me." The implication in her words hangs heavy in the air, adding a layer of intimacy to their shared moment. Malik's heart races at the thought, and he can't help but pull her closer, his arms wrapped around her in a tender embrace.
As they sit together in the warm water, their bodies entwined, they share a sense of peace and understanding. The challenges of their different worlds and responsibilities still remain, but in this moment, they've found a connection that transcends it all.
Guy's head rests on Malik's shoulder, her breathing steady and calm. He can feel her heartbeat slow, matching his own. The quiet serenity of the hot springs is a soothing balm, washing away their worries and doubts.
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Sandman Part 18
Puppet Theater:
In the dream, Malik found himself seated in a grand, ethereal theater, the stage illuminated by soft, glowing lights. The curtains were drawn, and the atmosphere was one of quiet anticipation. Beside him, Kankurō, dressed in a surprisingly cute and casual outfit— a form-fitting, dark purple tunic with delicate embroidery and a pair of matching shorts—stood confidently. Her usual black hood was absent, allowing her short, spiky brown hair to frame her face. She looked at Malik with a playful smirk, her sharp eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Ready for a show?" she asked, her tone light but with an edge of seriousness.
Malik nodded, intrigued. "Always, especially when you're the one pulling the strings."
Kankurō grinned, and with a wave of her hand, the curtains parted. On the stage, her signature puppets—Karasu, Kuroari, and Sanshōuo—came to life, each moving with a grace and fluidity that belied their wooden forms. The puppets performed a tale of heroism and tragedy, battling fierce enemies and saving innocent lives. The story was intense, filled with emotion and depth, a reflection of Kankurō's own experiences and the weight she carried as a shinobi.
As the performance went on, Malik couldn't help but be impressed by the way Kankurō controlled every movement, every expression of her puppets. It was clear that she was a master of her craft, and the passion she put into her art was palpable.
Costume Design:
After the show, the dream shifted to a cozy workshop filled with colorful fabrics, threads, and sewing tools. Kankurō had shed her puppeteer's stern demeanor and was now fully immersed in designing new outfits for her puppets. Malik joined her, the atmosphere light and creative.
Kankurō, still in her cute outfit, handed Malik a swatch of fabric. "What do you think? This could be the new look for Karasu."
Malik took the fabric, a rich, deep blue, and nodded. "I think it's perfect. Maybe with some gold accents to make it pop?"
She chuckled, clearly enjoying the collaboration. "You've got an eye for this. Maybe I should hire you as my costume designer."
Together, they spent the rest of the dream experimenting with different designs, colors, and styles, the workshop filling with laughter and creativity. Malik marveled at Kankurō's artistic side, a side that few got to see beneath her tough exterior.
As they worked, the conversation turned more personal. "You know," Kankurō said, her tone softening, "this marriage might have started as a political arrangement, but I'm starting to think we could really make something of it."
Malik looked at her, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. "I feel the same way. We have time to figure it out, but I'm glad we're in this together."
Kankurō smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across her face. "Yeah, me too."
They continued designing, but the connection between them felt stronger now, a bond forming that went beyond duty or obligation.