#but she should not be able to put an object in motion right this is law one

[its-weeping]

𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞 ! ‧ ₊˚ ✧

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌

summary: a surprise gone wrong.

warnings: none

pairing: karma akabane x assassin!reader

notes: oo first karma fanfic in a while! i've written a fic like this in the past with karma but i never got to finish it, but now i finally have! :D

adjusting the mask that concealed your face, you stand before class E.

it was an hour ago when you proposed to karasuma that you be in today's pe class. with you being an assassin, he agreed it would be beneficial for the class to test their skills and see how far they've come. both of you saw eye to eye with this, but it wasn't the main reason why you wanted to be included.

you see, because of a week-long mission, you weren't able to see karma for those seven days; contacting him would have put the mission at risk. so with your return, you thought it would be fun to surprise him, to surprise the whole class.

now, you stand idle wearing a kabuki mask, your appearance hindered so you seemed genderless. it was nerve wracking being in front of class E as a foe; you hope they'd still like you after sparring with them.

ah, it's no time to fret over.

karasuma was currently going over the instructions of today's training. you were beside him with your arms folded behind you, your posture as straight as can be so the class wouldn't be suspicious. in reality, they don't know you're an assassin—only karma does—so it isn't difficult deceiving them. but despite that, you know your classmates are smart, so it was best if you blew off any suspicion.

"right. instead of the class sparring with each other, you will spar with them–" karasuma points at you, "–to test your skills in close combat."

while the teacher spoke, your eyes wander over to koro-sensei—who was in a sand pit. the octopus takes notice of your stare and grins as he waves at you. the action makes you flinch, although you wave back in solidarity. you turn toward karasuma at the sound of his next instructions.

"your task is to try and remove the mask from your opponent's face."

isogai raises his hand, "what do we win in return?"

"nothing."

"a date!"

all attention shifts to koro-sensei as he yells those words. you, on the other hand, are taken aback by the suggestion and snap your head to where the octopus sat.

"i–"

"i'm in!" terasaka exclaims from the back of the class. you groan, practically dying as more began agreeing with koro-sensei's proposal.

"yeah, it sounds fun! though i doubt i would actually go on a date with them if they're a chick." rio announces with a laugh.

"only one way to find out." you overhear okajima say, shivering in disgust at the perverted tone he uses.

"i will be calling you one by one, so please squat while you all wait for your turn." karasuma states to the class and they all obey.

so no objection to the date thing, huh? you deadpan behind the mask. once all your classmates were seated on the open field, you observe that one student wasn't with the group—also noting that that student hasn't said a word so far.

looking over to a nearby tree, you recognize your boyfriend leaning against it. from your standpoint, his eyes were focused solely on the class building. you couldn't fret over him for long, though, as karasuma called over the first student.

"muramatsu!"

defeating your classmates in close combat proved to be much easier than you expected. you'd think with your week-long absence that most of them would improve in their skills, but they haven't much.

"okuda!"

oh no.. the girl was one of your closest companions, debatably more than karma if not as a boyfriend. a dispute broke out in your mind whether to go easy on her or not, but you thought back on karasuma's words.

"it would test their skills."

he had a point, you should treat her fairly. in addition, this would let you see how far she is in hand to hand combat.

the female advances toward you, her demeanor hesitant and shy. you get into position and make a 'proceed' motion with your fingers; she strikes. it's an attempt to hit your mask, however you counter with a defensive palm strike to her incoming arm.

you utilize your other hand and grip her wrist tight. the girl then tries to grab the mask using her less dominant hand but you smack it away with the forearm you used to counter her previous attack. once okuda was distracted, you disrupt her balance by sweeping her legs from under her.

the student was now on the ground with you still clutching her right wrist; your other hand keeping her shoulder locked to the ground.

the rest of class E marvels at your skills, clapping in unity—partly for you and partly for okuda. by the sound of a whistle, you let go of the girl and help her up.

"you did great okuda!" nagisa gives okuda a thumbs up.

you commended the blue-haired boy for lasting longer than most of the others when he was called up. although, it was isogai who outdid even him and accomplished twisting your mask so a part of your face was displayed.

majority of the class had already participated, so the only one left was, "akabane!"

you peer over to where karma was, noting that he didn't take initiative to move from his spot. you roll your eyes, was he always this harrowing when you'd be gone for extended periods of time?

karasuma yells out for karma once more and only then did the red head move. his strides seemed restraint. he wasn't holding himself with high confidence, which you sigh at. you're being dramatic. you think, deeming his behavior to be 'over the top' because you were only gone for a week.

i should be assigned on a month-long mission and see his reaction. you snicker at the mental image of it.

"let's get this over with."

the pair of you get into position and you let karma toss the first move. he attempts to close the distance between you and takes hold of your dominant arm. countering the move, you throw off his balance. you recognize that your boyfriend has fast reflexes, so knocking out his balance would be an advantage for you.

the whistle... karma lost. both of you breathe heavily, panting like dogs in summer heat. currently, you were straddling the male, with him beneath you, pinning his arms to the grassy terrain.

the session was drawn-out longer than you anticipated, had your boyfriend been training? you'd frequently spar with each other so this new level of skill karma managed to achieve was a surprise.

"so none of us win a date with this beast?" maehara asks in the heat of the silence.

"even karma couldn't beat them.." kayano mentions in awe, whereas the rest of the class stare at the scene quietly.

as if on cue, the string of your kabuki mask snaps. the object falls on karma and you stiffen, this was not the plan. but you couldn't do anything, your identity was made known now that you weren't hiding behind a mask.

you didn't have to scan your classmates' faces to know how they would react.

but what of karma? what of your boyfriend? despite knowing him better than anyone else, he was still unpredictable.

you didn't know how he'd behave with your return.

would he be angry because you didn't call him prior? will he be happy to see you after a week of no communication? or even–

"(name)?"

your thoughts are cut off by the sound of karma's voice breaking through the silence. you get off of him in a frenzy, words spilling out of your mouth in an effort to explain yourself.

"i was going to come into class today after returning from my trip, but i thought that this would be better, you know? i was going to reveal myself after pe! and this wasn't supposed to happen, believe me, but– ah.."

groaning, you eventually stop rambling and rest your head in your hands, waiting for their inevitable response. one moment it was only your heavy breathing you heard, and the next there was a group of yelling adolescence in your ears—accompanied by many arms wrapping around your body.

they were hollering out a deal of words you couldn't quite catch, so you simply hug the person closest to you—which happens to be kayano.

school already ended for the day and you had finished your affairs. but one thing kept bothering you all throughout the day, though. it was that karma had never once talked to you, he never even glanced at you nor acknowledged you during breaks.

the pair of you are wending your way through an empty street at present, but not a word has been spoken between you two. you did attempt to strike up a conversation but absolutely failed, perhaps you should apologize first.

"i'm sorry i didn't contact you as soon as i finished my mission. i thought surprising you would be fun– or i guess it was more of a.. prank...?"

your words slow to a stop immediately as karma begins laughing out loud. truly, your boyfriend was an unpredictable enigma.

"you should've said something the moment that octopus mentioned we'd win a date with you."

you pause your movements, utterly stunned at karma's words.

"is that why you didn't talk to me all day?" you blink, your tone barely passing as an inside voice; beyond dumbfounded with your boyfriend's reasoning.

karma stops in his tracks, as well, and shrugs. "pretty much. you never objected to it, so–" he moves closer, "–would you have gone on a date with the person who won against you?"

the tight proximity between you both causes you to sweat drop. you pull away from the male while the question lingers in the air, waiting for a response.

"no, of course not. anyway, i didn't say anything because i didn't wanna ruin the surprise." you clarify.

"good, i should be the only one who takes you on dates."

a laugh erupts in your throat at his statement; karma's attention loiters on you, his eyes carrying mischief in them and so, he gets an idea.

"and.. i should be the only one who gets to do this with you." the redhead dives in for a kiss and reaches to hold your waist with both hands. you freeze-up for a moment, present events still sinking in; eventually you kiss him back with much more force—settling your hands to wrap around his neck.

karma smirks into the kiss and cranes his neck so he would be 'looking down' and you 'looking up'. the male squeezes your sides and you make a noise. in retaliation, you rake your hands through his locks and pull on it.

your boyfriend breaks your lips' connection, accepting his defeat.

"don't do that." you demand as you let go of his hair, and his neck altogether for that matter.

karma sticks his tongue out like a child at your disclosure. you huff and turn away from him, marching to the direction of your homes. the male catches up to you, albeit he's more relaxed than you and your stiff strides. you also note that he still had an arm snaked around your waist.

"get your hands off me."

"not a chance~!"

© its-weeping — do not plagiarize or translate.

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[dr3amlab]

2. wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 2045 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I'm not too proud of this chapter not gonna lie :(( I hope that it’s good enough, and any criticism is welcome as long as its not harsh lmaooo

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

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II. VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY 

We all have memories we'll never forget. Those memories bear an impact on us, an impact so big that they are engraved in the back of our brains forever. For instance, you remember the first time you ate a chocolate frog, the first time you watched the snow fall from your bedroom’s window and you'll never forget your first encounter with Draco Malfoy. In opposition to the first memories, the latter was not a pleasant recollection.

It was on your first ever day at Hogwarts and you remember smiling from ear to ear as you entered the mesmerizing facility. The building was, and still is, magnificent beyond words could ever describe. You were taking it all in, staring at every object or construction you could as if they might disappear the moment you'd tear your eyes from them: the grand doors, the walls, the ceiling— oh, how the ceiling was beautiful; it was bewitched to seem as if it was a starry night. Even though you'd had the opportunity to stargaze thousands of times in your life, you were mesmerized because this was a sight you never had the chance to see. "It’s so pretty y/n!" your childhood friend, Athena, exclaimed equally as impressed as you. "I know right!" you beamed as you continued to watch the false stars twinkle, "it’s impre—" Before you were able to end your sentence, you had collided with another student, making you both fall on the ground. "Watch it you idiot." you stared up to meet a pair of grey eyes. "I’m sorry, I was just— " You were cut off."Staring at the ceiling? Is it the first time you ever saw a ceiling?"The boy spat with a condescending tone, making you scowl at his unnecessary spitefulness. He got up and readjusted his robes while bearing an angry expression on his face. Following his motions, you also stood up and started to dust off your clothes. "Merlin, I think you made me scratch my brand-new shoes." He scowled while staring at his shoes for a few seconds. Then he looked back at you, ready to reprimand you as if he was your teacher or your father. "Do you know how mu—"You cut him off, "Merlin, you are so shallow!" You frowned. "I didn’t do it on purpose, and I apologized," you emphasized on the last word. "So can we please put this behind us," you smiled, trying to suppress your anger. Noticing that he was about to open his mouth to fight back, Athena spoke quickly to stop the nonsense that was probably going to come out of his lips. "Come on y/n, let’s not get in trouble on our first day." She grabbed your arm making you turn around to face her "besides he’s overreacting," she said softly. "He’s an immature boy." You nodded at your best friend’s words: She’s right, you should not give a bad impression to the teachers before you even got sorted into your house. "Yeah you’re right, he’s just a little prick." You smiled smugly. "How dare you?!" the irritating person spoke again and to be honest, you almost forgot about his presence. You thought that he’d be gone by now to follow the rest of the first-year students to the dining hall but, to your dismay, he didn’t do you this favor. "Have you got no shame to say that I’m a prick right in front of my face?" He scoffed. "I can’t believe I have to deal with such peasants on my first day." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Peasants?" Just like that, a frown made back its way to your face. "Are you out of your mind for saying stuff like this?" He smirked, clearly satisfied that he got to you easily. "Why? Are you saying that you’re not a peasant?"you clenched your jaw."Because you sure do look like one!" You looked at him in disbelief before turning your head to the right to speak to Athena. "How can a twelve-year-old have this much arrogance in their body?" You then turned your head back to him and narrowed your eyes, "look," you spoke menacingly, "You should apologize for what you just said because you really don’t want to get on my bad side," you continued. "Get on your bad side?" He laughed, "please, do you even know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"He spoke as if you were supposed to shiver timbers at the mention of his father. "I don’t care who your father is." You crossed your arms, "as a matter of fact, you can tell your daddy," you took a step closer to him, "to shove whatever empty threat he thinks is going to scare me up his bum!"The blond boy became as red as a tomato and if steam could come out of his ears, you would have been able to see lots of it, like a chimney on a cold winter day."You fucking mud-blood,"he spoke through his teeth, "you just dug your own grave" you watched him intentively, waiting for his next words. "You’re not ready for what’s coming for you," he continued. "Mom, I’m scared!" You ducked your head and brought your crossed arms to your shoulders to pretend like you were shielding yourself from danger. You and athena laughed heartily at your actions while the blond boy was looking at the both of you with a discontent look on his face. After you had calmed down from laughing, you switched back to crossing your arms, but this time, you were staring at him challengingly. « Bring it on» you smirked. You were in for a hell of a ride. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ And so, you and Draco started to get back at each other to make each other’s life as bad as possible. There wasn’t a day during the school year when one of you wasn’t yelling profanities at the other. Hogwarts had not known a single peaceful day since the two of you first stepped foot in its castle. At first, the pranks were innocent, to say the least: They ranged from you stealing a school book to Draco hiding a tarantula in your bedsheets. Plus, the fact that you both were sorted in the same house made it easier to access each other’s dorms and thus made you even more creative with the pranks like replacing shampoo with green hair dye for example (Draco remembers this one all too well.) There was an unspoken rule between you and Draco: Each time a prank is pulled, the counterattack has to be crueler. There were clearly no limits to the extent to which you guys would go to make sure the other's day is ruined. Currently, you were hiding behind a wall that led to the hallway where Draco was located. You were prying on Draco and his clique who were currently having a boring conversation. You looked at the pink envelope you held in your hand knowing damn well that it was going to make their day a tad exciting. The thing is, you didn’t know how to give it to him without revealing your identity. You sighed out of frustration: You could’ve put it on his bed as you could access his dormitory easily or even put it on the table of the Slytherin common room but then, it’ll be too obvious that the letter was from you. Your mind was hurting from thinking of possible ways to give Draco the letter without potentially being framed as its writer. Suddenly, a boy that looked like he could be a first-year had the misfortune to cross your path. You smiled in victory as you waited for him to come closer to you so you could speak to him without being heard. "Hey, you!" you whispered as loud as you could to the first-year Hufflepuff that was coming your way. The young boy looked scared and pointed to himself, making sure that you actually wanted to catch his attention. "Yes, you!" He gulped not knowing what you could want from him. "Come quick, I’m not gonna bite you!" He walked towards you hurriedly. You handed him the pink envelope containing the love letter, "give this to Draco Malfoy" You pointed to the platinum-haired boy and his eyes widened at the sight of the boy, "to M-malfoy?" Of course, no first-year would ever want to be in a 100-meters radius of Draco unless they wanted to be humiliated in the worst way possible. "Just give it to him!" You said annoyed. You didn’t quite understand why the entire school was scared shitless of Malfoy, he’s just all bark and no bite. "Look, don’t worry," you reassured him, "if he says anything to you I’ll step in," you smiled. Though, you knew that he was not going to do anything because the letter will distract him. "Now go and don’t tell him who gave it to you," you warned "under any circumstances," you added, "and when you’re done come back to me," he gulped not looking too sure about running this errand for you but, then, he nodded before turning on his heels and walking towards Draco. "This is about to get interesting," you thought as you watched the boy’s figure walk towards Malfoy. Your breath itched when the first-year arrived next to Draco and you watched the scene unfold. "Well, well, well," Draco smirked, "what gave you the courage to come this close to me?' The boy looked stressed, fearing what will happen in the next few minutes. "S-someone asked me to give this to you," he presented to him the pink envelope with both of his hands while shutting his eyes closed scared of Draco’s next move "what’s this?" The blond boy said curiously while snatching the letter from the boy’s hands. He opened the letter hurriedly wanting to know what was in the envelope contained. Then, the moment you were waiting for the most came: He took out the piece of paper and started to read. You felt nervous, to say the least, and you hoped that your prank would work. You continued to watch Draco as his eyes were fixated on the words written before him. And then, to your pleasure, the ghost of a smile appeared on Malfoy's lips. "He smiled," you grinned. It was a small smile, almost unnoticeable, yes but he still smiled. Draco must’ve felt the grin that wanted to display on his lips badly and so, he bit his bottom lip to suppress it as much as he could. Malfoy cleared his throat, "You can go now," he said to the first year who nodded eagerly to be out of Draco’s sight as fast as he could. "Before, you go," Draco said making the Hufflepuff boy stop in his tracks, "who gave you this letter?" you could feel the first-year panic, "I-i’m afraid that I can’t tell you." Malfoy looked at him attentively before speaking up again, "Merlin, just go what are you still doing here!" This time, the younger boy ran away from Draco to meet you behind the wall you were hiding behind. You watched as the boy came back to meet you "Was I dreaming or did I see a smile on his lips?" You asked the boy, "I-I think I saw him smile too" you clasped your hands happily while looking at the ceiling, "thank you merlin," you said with a huge smile on your face. The boy looked at you curiously, "what was in the letter?" You tore your eyes from the ceiling to look back at him, "That is none of business," you said, "However, I have a feeling that you’ll be my partner in crime," you smiled. "So, what’s your name?" the boy spoke up, "My name is Sasha." You put a hand on his shoulder, « Sasha, I have a feeling that you and I will get along very well,» you said before turning around to leave the hallway. "Malfoy, you are so dumb," you chuckled as you skipped to your next class happily. Sasha looked very confused as he watched your strange demeanor. "What did I get myself into?" He said tiredly.

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Flirting

Polnareff X Reader

~2400 words

100% Fluff

Fem!Reader

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Jean-Pierre Polnareff was a worldly sort of man. He wasn't above the pleasures of this earth, and never tried to pretend any different. He pointedly and relentlessly sought revenge, and he could never turn down a request from a beautiful woman.

That was the same when he first laid eyes on you, of course, and the flirtatious remarks and innuendos flew for a short while. When he found that you were the new member of their traveling entourage, though, he swore that he wouldn't get tied up. Sure, he'd still flirt from time to time, but nothing like before. He never wanted to let on just how much power you still held over him. It was all for the sake of the group.

Though his reasons were sound if you knew them, the way he seemed so distant now drove you crazy. You'd watch him falter for any random woman on the street, but you never got that treatment anymore. Honestly, it really only got to you since you were head over heels for him. You longed for his unabashed flirting. The flirting that he was showering onto some random passerby just now.

"Ah, ma chérie," Polnareff swooned, placing a kiss on the woman's hand. You rolled your eyes. "Your body... You are magnifique!" He was really laying it on thick, clutching at his heart dramatically. She wasn't even that pretty.

Having had enough, you grab hold of the back of his shirt and yank. You knock him off balance just enough to catch his attention. He looks at you with sad eyes, pleading you to not drag him away, but you can't stand to watch him flounder over this woman any further. You give him another sharp tug. "Jean-Pierre," you say with the harshness of a parent scolding a child, "We have things to be doing. Come on."

He relents and allows you to pull him away. You drag him along behind you, not wanting to look back at him. Seeing you in such a huff caused a smirk to cross his lips. "So what is it we're in such a hurry to do?" he asks. He's just trying to push your buttons and you know it.

"I'm sure Jotaro or Kakyoin needs us... Or, uh, something," you say, angry with yourself that you hadn't thought of a good lie before this. "Besides, if I had to watch you swoon over that hag any longer I think I'd have thrown up."

Polnareff's eyes light up. He loosens from your grip and quickens his pace until he's walking right beside you. He tries to put his face in front of yours and capture your attention, but you refuse to make eye contact. "So that's the issue, mademoiselle?"

"Usually," you grumble, "It's disgusting to watch you drivel at the feet of every woman you see." Polnareff steps directly in front of you and stops, forcing you to finally look up at him. "What?!" You raise your hands in an exasperated motion.

"If I didn't know any better," he says, some kind of devious twinkle in his eye, "I'd think you were jealous."

You scoff and turn away to try and hide your now blushing cheeks. "As if," you say. Polnareff leans over, trying to get in your face again, but you stop him by quickly walking off.

"Hey, wait up!" he says, trying to catch up again. Damn, he thinks, I thought I was onto something...

Eventually, you track down the rest of the group and spend the remainder of the day, quite uneventfully, running around with them. Before long, it's time to find a place for the night.

Joseph manages to lead the way to a mid-range hotel and pays the fee for three rooms for the night. "Alright," he says, "I got three rooms." He holds up the three keys. "How are we splitting up?"

Kakyoin speaks up first. "I'll room with Jotaro." Joseph nods, throwing them one of the keys. The two quickly head to their room, thankful to be able to have a place to rest.

"I think," Avdol speaks up, "you and I should share a room again, Joseph." He looks at you with an expression like he's in on a joke. He knows about your little crush, doesn't he? Bastard...

Joseph nods as he tosses a key to Polnareff. "That leaves you two. Any objections?"

"I think I should be allowed my own room," you whine.

"We can't take risks like that anymore, [Y/N]," Joseph scolds. "You've seen what kinds of trouble we end up in staying in rooms alone. Especially Polnareff... And I got rooms with two beds, anyway. Stop complaining."

Knowing that it would be futile to argue, you concede. You turn to face Polnareff. "What number room are we in?"

"Looks like 413," he replies, reading the tag hanging from the key.

"Sounds like we'll be right under you," Joseph replies, showing off the key tag reading 313. "So don't be too loud." He hadn't meant for it to come across like that, but his words put a pink tint across both your and Polnareff's faces. Avdol holds in a laugh. Joseph turns to walk towards his room.

"Goodnight, you two," Avdol says with a smile, following behind Joseph.

"Alright," Polnareff says, "Fourth floor. Let's go." He slings his bag over his shoulder. You go to grab your own things, but he beats you to it. "I'll carry your stuff, ma chérie."

Your heart skips at the pet name, but you force yourself to roll your eyes. "Must be off your game today, Pol," you say with a chuckle. His eyes go wide for just a second when he hears the nickname come from your lips. "You used that one already," you chide.

"But not on you, belle." He bats his eyelashes at you. A wide smile crosses his face. "See, I've got more."

You turn away from him and start walking towards the stairs. "Let's get to our room. I'm exhausted." You take a moment to try and calm your pounding heart. Polnareff follows behind quickly, all of your stuff in tow.

Soon, you're standing at the door of your room. "Hey," you say, holding a hand out to Polnareff, "Can I have the key? You have your hands full already." He nods and holds the key out to you, holding it in the same hand as his pack. You grab it from his hand, fingers brushing against his, and quickly unlock the door. You walk in, ready to flop onto your bed, when you see something you weren't expecting.

"I thought the old man got us a room with two beds," you say, crossing your arms. You don't know if it was a mistake, fate, or a lie Joseph told to shut you up, but the room you stood in had only one queen size bed in its center.

Polnareff just shrugs, dropping your things onto the floor. "Looks big enough for both of us. I don't see the issue."

You contemplate going back to the front desk and changing rooms, but your feet ache at the idea. You were just too tired to care. Besides... Maybe sleeping right next to Polnareff wouldn't be so bad after all.

You yawn, and Polnareff follows suit. "Alright, I'm going to get ready for bed," you say. You rummage through your bag for the stuff you'd need and head toward the bathroom.

"I'm going to step out on the balcony for a bit," Polnareff says, pointing. You nod, a little surprised at how fancy the room was. "Come get me if you need me." He smiles at you.

You enter the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. You looked half dead; the bags under your eyes had been accumulating over the duration of the journey. Sleep was usually so hard to come by. In the corner of your eye, you see something you hadn't expected.

There was a massive, heart shaped tub in the corner of the bathroom. Somehow, you and Polnareff had ended up in the hotel's honeymoon suite. This had to be intentional. Someone had set you two up. You shake the thought of cozying up with Polnareff in the warm waters of the large tub out of your mind and begin brushing your teeth. You complete your nightly routine, and change into your pajamas before stepping out of the bathroom. As you bend down to pack up your things, you see Polnareff on the balcony.

He's looking over the bright city and smoking a cigarette to calm his nerves. He didn't feel like himself. Jean-Pierre Polnareff wasn't one to get nervous when in the presence of a beautiful woman, but somehow you tongue tied him. You made his heart hammer in his chest, and your attention made him feel like he was floating. He didn't want to admit it, but the thought of sleeping in the same bed as you terrified him. He couldn't help but worry that he'd do something that would make you feel awkward around him. He had no idea how to act when spending the night with the person he'd secretly fallen in love with. The wood of the balcony creaked behind him, pulling him from his thoughts.

"The city is beautiful," you say, standing next to Polnareff and leaning on the handrail. He hums in agreement and nods in response. He nudges your arm with his elbow. You turn to him and see him offering up his open pack of cigarettes.

"No thank you," you say and smile at him. "Just brushed my teeth." He tucks it back into his pocket and leans up against the handrail as well. His shoulder brushes up against yours.

His mind is racing. You had set him up perfectly for a pick up line and he had missed it. What was he thinking?! He took a deep breath and tried to make it work anyway. He shifts to look over at you. "The view is gorgeous," he says softly, intently looking at you and you alone. You glance at him after feeling his weight shift. You see him looking at you. Wait. He's looking at you and talking about the view. You can't stop the dark blush that rushes across your face. "Seeing you in the moonlight," he says gently, feeling a bit more confident, "is almost magic. You look magnifique, darling."

Your heart races. He sounds so genuine, much more than when he usually flirts. You try and joke to make yourself less anxious. "That's another repeat, Pol," you say, laughing nervously.

He laughs softly and smiles. "But I really meant it this time," he says. He puts his hand on top of yours. You freeze, almost unable to breathe with his hand on yours. "Let's get to bed, yeah?" he says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You nod and follow him inside, fingers intertwined with his.

You plop down on to the bed first and push back the blankets, trying to crawl under them. Polnareff lags behind, pulling off his shirt and pants. You blush seeing him just in his boxers, but can't stop yourself from giggling at the stereotypical heart print on them.

"What?!" he says exasperatedly. He let his nerves get the best of him, still anxious about the whole sleeping situation. He worried that you were about to laugh him off entirely and snub him completely.

"Of course you'd wear boxers like that!" you say, still giggling.

"What's wrong with them?" he says, his tone more playful as he starts to relax. He smiles at your continued laughter, now knowing you were just joking. "I like hearts," he explains, "And I happen to look amazing in pink." He strikes a little pose, hand on his hip and a sultry look on his face.

It wasn't long before you were both laughing loudly. He took advantage of the low stress moment to hop into bed next to you. You sat by each other for a moment, both transfixed on how your shoulders rubbed together just the slightest bit. The laughter died down into silence, but the tension had nearly fully dissipated for the moment.

"Alright," you say, before being interrupted by a yawn, "I'm tired. How are we doing this?"

Polnareff yawns in response. "How about you get comfortable," he proposes, "and I'll just fit in wherever." He smiles at you, reaching out to squeeze your hand gently. "You look like you need the rest, so don't worry about me."

You squeeze his hand back. "Thank you, Jean," you say gently. A shaky smile crosses his lips upon hearing his first name come out of your lips for the first time for a reason other than scolding him. His mind races with a billion thoughts, but he stays quiet.

Your hand slips away from his as you lay down, trying as hard as possible to get comfortable on the hotel mattress. You end up laying on your side facing outward with your back to Polnareff. "Is this okay?" you ask, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

"Are you comfortable?" he asks. His voice is gentle and quiet, very unlike his usual self. You nod. "Then it's perfect," he confirms before starting to adjust himself as well. He lays on his side as well, facing you. For a moment he seriously considers wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight, but he chickens out. He lays one arm lazily overtop of your waist.

"Jean?" you say sleepily.

Afraid he'd overstepped, he quickly pulls his arm back. "Sorry," he mumbles. He's about to roll over and face the other way completely when you continue, your words stopping him.

"Oh," you were disappointed at him pulling his arm away and your voice made that a little clearer than you'd hoped, "I was just going to say goodnight." You take a deep breath, and the sad sigh of your exhale further gives away your protests to the lack of contact.

"Oh," he replies. He puts his arm where it had been, this time using it to pull you a little closer. You blush at the contact. "Goodnight, [Y/N]."

#hajajaka the title is lame af woof #the working title of 'just thinkin bout pol idk' was literally better than this #anyway #jjba #jjba part 3 #stardust crusaders #polnareff #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff x reader

[mini-kunoichi]

One Chance, pt.2

I wanted to add a little more to this before posting it, but I'll be busy for the next few weeks and I didn't want to leave y'all hanging. One of these days, I'll come up with my own header/line breaks. Just not anytime soon.

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon x OC

Summary: What happens when you put Daemon and Addie together? Peak Youngest Sibling Energy, apparently.

Warning: swearing, hints at parental abuse, Daemon being a menace.

Many thanks to @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for beta reading and translating the High Valerian for my lazy ass.

Part 1 Here; Read on AO3

Daemon waited a few days before bringing up the idea of Adelayde staying at the Red Keep for the duration of their courtship. He would stroll the gardens with her every afternoon, and it quickly became the highlight of his days. Despite her family being only slightly above Small Folk, the lady proved herself to be intelligent and quick-witted. Once Daemon was sure he wanted to continue the courtship, it was time to put his plan into motion.

It didn’t take much to convince Adelayde’s parents to have her stay. Her father was too ambitious to decline and her mother seemed intent on pushing her daughter on him. His brother was harder, but not by much. Once he was able to speak to Viserys privately (and therefore openly) about his reasoning, his brother did not put up too much of a fuss. In fact, he seemed to think it was a lovely idea. Though he did make Daemon promise to “do things properly.” The Queen and her cunt of a father objected on behalf of “propriety” or whatever-the-fuck, but Daemon didn’t really care about them. 

The hardest person to convince was, surprisingly, Adelayde herself. When Daemon brought it up to her, she suddenly became agitated. 

He was leaning against a wall in the garden, arms crossed, watching her pace and wring her hands.

“I don’t see the issue,” he said eventually. “You will have a much more comfortable life here. You can have a life away from your parents.”

Daemon really didn’t like Lord and Lady Mullendore. They were both overbearing, though in very different ways. He had already suffered through a handful of dinners with them. Adelayde was such a different person when her parents were around; meek, quiet, and submissive. Everything he didn’t want in a wife. He would have thought she would want to be away from her parents.

“Daemon, I don’t know anyone here,” Adelayde replied.

“You know me. And Rhaenyra.”

“That’s not . . . that’s two people out of hundreds.” The hand-wringing got worse, and Daemon pushed himself off of the wall to take her hands in his own. She started to shift from foot to foot instead. It was annoying, but not as self-destructive.

“You will flourish here. I know you will. Especially without your family holding you back.” He had learned early on that honesty fostered honesty with Adelayde. Though how she always knew whether or not he was being honest was currently lost on him. 

“My family doesn’t hold me back,” she replied with a frown.

“Well, your parents sure as fuck do.” Her frown deepened, but she didn’t reply. She knew he was right.

“Does not knowing anyone in King’s Landing really bother you that much?” he asked.

Adelayde let out a resigned sigh before saying, “I suppose I should be used to solitude by now.”

“So there should be no problem, then.”

“The place was familiar, though. I had my brothers. And a cousin.”

“I will keep you company,” Daemon said confidently. 

It wouldn’t be too much trouble, he figured. They’d had interesting conversations thus far, and she’d even asked him to teach her High Valyrian. Lessons would surely take up much of her time. But instead of happily agreeing (as most maidens would), Adelayde’s nose scrunched in distaste.

“Surely we would get sick of each other.”

Nonsense. No one ever got sick of Daemon Targaryen. Though, he supposed he might become sick of seeing her. Right now, Addie was like a shiny new toy, and he did have a habit of tiring of his paramours rather quickly.

“Well, I’m sure you can find a way to occupy yourself,” he replied eventually.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I suppose I can spend time in the library when you become boring.”

The nerve of this woman. 

– – – – – – – – 

In the end, it was agreed that Addie would stay at the Red Keep for the duration of their three-month courtship. After that period, her return to the Uplands would be decided based on if and when a wedding would take place.

She was moved to more permanent (and lavish) quarters and assigned handmaids who tended to everything from dressing her to serving her meals and preparing baths. She found it discomfiting. 

Being from a minor house, Addie was not used to having such attention. Sure, her father employed cooks, housekeepers, and the like, but nothing as elaborate as handmaids. They were surprisingly understanding, however, and mostly kept to themselves when not performing their duties. One of them even took it upon herself to acquire thread, cloth, and needles so that Addie could work on embroidery.

The little bluejay visited a few more times. No one ever acknowledged the bird and it never sang, so she ignored it each time.

Now that she had been moved to a new room, her father insisted that they break their fast as a family every morning. He always insisted she dismiss her handmaids so that they could “talk as a family.” It was the worst part of the day.

“You will not fuck this up for me,” her father growled, the same as every other morning.

“I won’t, Father,” Addie replied the same as every other morning.

“You’d better not,” he continued. “My place at court depends on this match. If he finds out you’re fucked in the head, he’ll reject you and it’ll all go to shit.”

I am not ‘fucked in the head’, she thought to herself bitterly, though she didn’t dare say anything out loud. Such defiance had major consequences. 

She was saved from having to respond when her mother spoke up.

“Addie is a clever girl. She has navigated court politics quite well thus far. And the Prince seems taken with her.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion,” he spat. “Speak out of turn again and there will be consequences.”

The rest of the meal was eaten in tense silence.

— — — — — —

Addie was uncharacteristically reserved in the days leading up to her parent’s departure. Daemon still had certain duties with the city watch and Rhaenyra had taken it upon herself to entertain her, which he appreciated. 

It was kind of the Princess, but the two did not really have much in common. Rhaenyra enjoyed the many forms of hunting; and while Addie was perfectly happy to visit the hawks, hounds, and horses used in such activities, she disliked the killing of animals. Rhaenyra’s assurance that the meat would be used in the kitchens made her feel only slightly better.

— — — — — — — 

Daemon took it upon himself to tutor his potential bride in High Valyrian. Partly because the palace tutor had decided she was “too simple for such a task,” (where he’d gotten such an idea was beyond Daemon’s comprehension) but mostly because he wanted to spend more time with her.

Adelayde was a surprisingly quick study. And Daemon was a surprisingly good teacher. The only problem was their motivations; Addie intended to learn and Daemon intended to flirt.

This led to the woman’s never-ending frustrations and the prince’s never-ending amusement. 

“Would you get your hand off my leg?” she hissed through her teeth.

“Whatever for?” Daemon asked innocently.

“I am trying to learn.” She smacked his hand off of her thigh, but he quickly replaced it.

“Say it in High Valyrian and I’ll consider it,” he replied with a smirk.

 “Aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore ondurās.”

“Close. Kirimvose, aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore nādīnās. Manners go a long way, you know.”

Addie’s eyebrows pinched slightly as she processed the sentence. It’s rather cute. Not that he’d admit that out loud.

“What does ‘kirimvose’ mean again?” she asked eventually.

He answered with a smirk and she smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand. Addie had taken to delivering light swats or kicks when provoked—as long as they were alone, that is. Daemon understood the importance of appearance within the court and society, but he appreciated that she had become comfortable enough to treat him as an equal. He once asked her if she treated her own brothers with “such brutality” and she replied that she did not. She hit them harder.

“I’m not saying please when I’ve already asked you several times,” she stated primly.

Daemon compromised by scooting his chair closer to hers and draped his arm over the back of her chair. Addie shot him an annoyed look that made her look a little bit like her mother. She opened her mouth to make a smart retort when they were interrupted.

“I believe the lady has asked to not be touched,” came the cold voice of Criston Cole, their assigned chaperone for the afternoon. He had been the one to chaperone them a lot lately, probably instructed to spy on them by either the Queen or the Hand.

Addie turned to look at him, gave him one of the most judgemental and condescending once-overs that Daemon had ever seen, and replied, “I am perfectly capable of handling myself, Ser Criston.”

The knight hung his head and mumbled an apology, thoroughly humbled. Once Addie’s attention was back on the books, Daemon shot the knight a haughty smirk.

#daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #daemon x oc #daemon targareyn x oc #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic

[lucky-clover-gazette]

The Big Picture

Vio & Shadow-focused Four Swords Manga Adaptation | Rated G

Chapter 6: The Village of the Blue Maiden

Shadow Link hides behind the tavern, whose roof casts enough shade to protect him from the mid-afternoon light. He’s basically imperceptible like this, his own supernatural form combining with natural shadows, and as long as he stays quiet and still he should be able to—

BONK!

Shadow slams a hand over his mouth as Arrghus rolls past his boot. Suppressing a groan, he retraces the rock’s downward path to the third-floor window directly above him.

“What the hell?” Shadow whispers. “Where did you hide, in their bed?”

“Yep! Yep!”

Shadow pinches the bridge of his nose. “You could have just pretended to be a paperweight.”

Arrghus giggles. Shadow kicks it across the street.

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Vio had kind of assumed that being the hero meant being welcome wherever he chose to go. Two whole weeks of travel later, and the Village of the Blue Maiden definitely disappoints.

It’s a nice-seeming town, at least, with its almost bohemian architecture and the smell of ocean salt in the air. But that niceness is almost entirely negated by its agitated residents, all lined up at their local law enforcement office to heckle whoever’s inside.

“Open up!” calls out a voice near the front of the line. “I’ve been waiting for three days!”

Before any of the heroes (probably Green) manages to speak up, a teenage girl throws herself in front of the crowd. “Stop! Stop fighting!”

One of the larger men elbows her aside. On instinct, Vio and the others come to her rescue, holding the crowd back with their matching shields.

“Get back in line!” Green chastises them.

The man pauses in confusion. “What? Who are you people?”

The four seem to agree simultaneously that he doesn’t deserve an answer. Instead, they all turn to the girl.

“All you all right?” asks Red, friendly as ever. The girl’s eyes widen at the sight of their faces, which briefly confuses Vio until he remembers their whole thing.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine…”

Green turns back to the crowd, self-righteous as ever. “You’re adults. Act like it.”

“Right,” Blue smirks. “Wouldn’t want to set a bad example for the kids.”

“Our children were stolen from us!” exclaims an older woman, who kind of reminds Vio of Arcy.

Wait—stolen?!

The crowd turns back to the law enforcement office, knocking so hard it might just break the door down. Hearing the pleas of concerned parents puts a lump in Vio’s throat, as he imagines his—Link’s—father’s current predicament.

Vio shakes his head. No point in thinking about that, not until they have the Force necessary to take on Shadow Link.

“I appreciate your help,” the girl says quietly, looking from one hero to another. Vio wonders if she can tell the difference. He certainly can, but that may just be from several weeks of travel… and maybe some wishful thinking, too. To tell the truth, Vio feels pretty uncomfortable with the idea of three other people sharing his exact appearance.

It is interesting, though—Shadow Link, from what Vio can remember, looks a lot less like Link Prime than any of the four. Purple hair and monstrous features aside, his face just… doesn’t quite match. It’s like a distorted attempt at a copy, uncanny but not exactly unpleasant.

Of course, the same cannot be said for the rest of Shadow Link, who as a whole is extremely unpleasant.

“It’s no problem,” Green tells the girl, who actually stands a few inches taller than the heroes. “We’re here to help. It’s what we do.”

Vio represses an eye roll at that. The statement is objectively true, but the phrasing still feels dreadfully cliche.

“Are you travelers, then?” the girl asks, shyly avoiding Green’s eyes.

“Yeah, sure,” says Blue. “And we’ve been camping for two weeks. You got any extra beds?”

Red gasps and elbows him in the gut. “Don’t be rude!”

The girl just giggles. “You’re all welcome to stay at my family’s inn for the night.” She motions to the three-story building behind them, which appears to have a tavern on its bottom floor.

“Thank you so much!” Red chirps, already heading for the door. The others move to follow, but Vio crosses his arms over his chest.

“What?” asks Green, his unusually sharp tone indicating annoyance. Honestly, Vio respects the poorly-concealed frustration far more than Green’s usual aura of saintlike patience.

“Did you not hear that lady?” he says, motioning towards the crowd. “There are missing children, and for some reason law enforcement aren’t helping. I’d like a rest too, but maybe we should look into that first?”

Red and Blue exchange a glance. Green sighs.

“You’re right, Vio. Good idea.” He turns to the girl, determined again. “Do you know anything about all this?”

She nods. “Everyone is talking about it, especially in the tavern. Do you think you could help?”

“I know we can help,” Green says reassuringly, and they all follow the girl inside.

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The tavern is small but cozy, and Vio imagines that at a normal time it would be pleasant. It’s a rather rustic space, with wooden furniture and a crackling fireplace. Vio finds this environment far more charming than the cold marble of Hyrule Castle, and could easily picture himself reading by the fire.

But right now, nearly devoid of customers, the tavern is more unnerving than anything else. With most adults in the village in a state of panic, only a few patrons remain.

“We don’t have money,” Blue says bluntly as the girl approaches their table. Green elbows him.

“Oh, that’s all right,” she says, offering them a tray of mugs. “We’re thankful for your help. I’m Erune, by the way.”

Tucked away in their little corner of the tavern, undistracted by unruly crowds, the heroes finally manage to get a good look at their new friend. She’s pretty, Vio notices, and can’t be much older or younger than they are. The nearby fire flatters her her honey-blonde hair and amber eyes.

The others all blush—furiously in Blue’s case, awkwardly in Green’s case, and half-obscured in Red’s case. They stare at Erune as if their beating hearts threaten to break through their chests, and their minds have reverted to only the simplest of thoughts. Red doesn’t even have the mental facilities to sip the drink at his lips.

Erune tilts her head. “You know, it’s strange...”

“W-what?” asks Blue, like an idiot. It’s literally one word, and he still manages to be an idiot about it.

“You look exactly alike,” says Erune, looking from face to face to face to face. “Are you quadruplets?”

“Of course not!” all four heroes exclaim, each in a slightly different tone of voice. For Vio, the answer comes from a place of discomfort. For Green, it must come from the desire to keep their whole actually-the-legendary-hero-in-four-pieces thing under wraps. For Blue it’s likely a welcome excuse to act outraged, and Red probably just wants to feel like he’s a part of things by agreeing.

“We’re not even related,” elaborates Green, further determined to deny any notions of abnormality. Vio understands that urge perfectly, although he begins to rethink his assumptions about the others’ motivations.

“Yeah, we’re honestly really different from each other,” Blue agrees, ironically.

Red nods vigorously. “That’s so true! I’m really good at cooking, for example, and these guys… are not.”

Erune giggles, even though nobody told a joke. Red, Blue, and Green appear to be very pleased by this.

It confuses Vio, the desperation the others have on full display. They wouldn’t be acting like this if some random knight had asked—but then again, most castle knights are male. Erune, at least to Vio’s knowledge, is very much not male.

He tries to compare her to another young woman he knows, Princess Zelda. Both are pretty, or at least the definition of pretty that most people seem to agree upon. From what Vio can surmise, there are certain attributes that make a girl attractive, almost like a checklist. Hair, eyes, voice, whatever. And every girl checks at least some of those boxes, and that’s how men choose who they want to date and marry and have babies with.

Or something. To Vio, it all sounds rather dreadful, but that’s probably because he’s only sixteen, and he’s technically only been himself for like two weeks.

It’s a flawed system of evaluation, one that completely ignores everything going on in a person’s mind and heart. But it’s also the only objective logical system Vio can intuit from the information at his disposal. Based on Link Prime’s memories, the books Vio has read as reference, and impossible-to-ignore societal norms, Erune is a pretty girl. And if Vio was Link Prime or a male character in a book, her beauty would be the first thing he’d notice. However briefly, he’d find himself overtaken by it.

He would… probably be thinking a lot less right now, in general.

“What about you?” asks Blue, putting his chin in his hand. “Do you have siblings?”

Erune smiles at his interest. “Nope, just me and my parents!”

“So your mother and father own this place,” says Green, motioning to the tavern. “It’s very nice.”

“Do you have a favorite drink?” Red asks, before Erune can even answer the previous question. “Do you enjoy living in this village? I’ve always wanted to live near a beach, it’s—”

“Tell us about the missing children,” Vio interrupts, abrupt and impersonal. Blue glares at him as if to say, ‘way to kill the mood.’

“Oh!” exclaims Erune. “Sure, I can tell you what I know?” It’s a statement, but it comes out like a question.

“Go ahead.”

“Ten days ago a big storm hit,” Erune begins, taking a seat at the table. “When it passed, eighteen children were gone.”

“Eighteen?!” Red exclaims, eyes wide. “That’s so many children!”

Erune nods grimly. “All of them, actually. This isn’t a big village.”

“By children,” Vio says, “do you mean anyone under eighteen years old?”

“Clearly she doesn’t, or she’d be gone too,” Blue scoffs.

“I didn’t want to assume—”

“All the disappeared kids are under the age of fourteen,” Erune clarifies, ignoring the way Blue is totally sabotaging Vio’s interrogation. “I’m sixteen.”

“So are we!” chirps Red, for some reason.

“And the storm,” Vio continues, “can you describe it? Thunder, lightning, big waves?”

Erune seems to shudder at the memory. “It was really dark. The clouds were so thick, it’s like they completely blocked the sun. And the wind—”

“The wind,” Vio repeats. “It was strong?”

“Very strong.”

Vio hums. “Well, at least it makes sense.”

The others look confused, out of their depths, and for a second Vio is genuinely pleased by his own display of superior intelligence.

“Uh, Vio?” Red finally asks. “What makes sense, how?”

“It’s the Wind Mage,” Green realizes, just as Vio opens his mouth. “We freed him, what, about ten days ago? Two weeks?”

Vio tries not to feel annoyed that Green beat him to his own conclusion. “Obviously,” he mutters.

Blue turns to Erune, blunt as ever. “Anyone mention seeing a giant flying eyeball lately?”

“No one knows anything,” she sighs. “They’ve all been busy asking for help.”

“I noticed that,” says Vio. “You have… law enforcement here?”

“Knights, stationed on behalf of the crown. They don’t typically have much to do, but they always keep their doors open just in case.”

“Until two weeks ago,” Vio guesses.

“They’ve locked up the place. No one can get in, and no one’s left.”

Vio recalls what had happened to the Hyrule Castle knights—they’d been corrupted, possessed, turned into Shadow Link’s toys. Very quickly, he begins to understand.

“There’s nobody in there,” he tells Erune.

“Inside the building?”

“Inside their armor.”

Erune gasps and covers her mouth.

“Take it easy,” Green warns Vio. “She’s helping us.”

Tears well up in Erune’s eyes. “So we’re… we’re alone? No one is going to save us?”

“No, we are,” Vio says, impatient. “I just need to understand what’s going on. Is there anything else you’ve seen, or heard, that could possibly relate to the missing kids?”

The young woman hesitates, suddenly avoiding eye contact.

“Erune,” Green says softly, reaching for her hand. “You can tell us. I promise you, nothing is too strange for us to believe.”

“Green’s right!” chirps Red. “A magic sword split us into four people!”

Vio puts his face in his hands. So much for keeping things under wraps.

Surprisingly, the insane declaration seems to ease Erune’s anxiety. “In the square,” she says, “I saw a shadow that looked like one of the missing children.”

“A g-ghost?” asks Red.

A shadow, dipshit, Vio wants to say. You know, like the one who send all of Hyrule’s knights to the Dark World?

Now that Erune has started talking, she can’t seem to stop. “The people outside think I know something more, but I don’t. Every day they get angrier. This used to be a quiet village, but—”

“Don’t worry!” Red interrupts with a warm smile. Vio has to hand it to him, he has knack for dealing with people’s emotions—probably because he has so many of his own. “With Link on the case, your problem is as good as solved!”

Vio smiles and nods along, but something about the phrase discomforts him. Link isn’t here at all—it’s Vio, Green, Red, and Blue solving the problem.

“Link?!” Erune gasps, grabbing the sleeve of a passing woman. “He’s a knight from the castle!”

The woman’s jaw drops. “A knight, finally!”

Erune leans in closer, addressing the heroes. “So… do you guys know him, then? When will he arrive?”

The four, including Vio, can only laugh.

“No, no, no—”

“We just told you—”

“We are Link,” Green says, his expression shifting to a reassuring smile. “The Wind Mage Vaati has cursed this land, that’s why you experienced such a strange storm. And his servant, a shadow version of Link, must be responsible for the missing children.”

“Does that mean you know how to stop him?” asks Erune, not even bothering to hear an answer. “I’m so glad heroes have come, all the way from the castle!”

Vio’s expression sours. He would have liked to explain his own deductions himself.

“Please,” the young woman continues, clasping her hands as if in prayer. She addresses Green directly, which Vio supposes makes sense. “Save the village’s children!”

“Of course we will,” says Green. Blue nods along eagerly.

“Stay here tonight,” Erune tells them all. “You must be tired after your journey.”

Red grins. “Thank you, ma’am!”

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Red clutches a pillow, eyes sparkling, as the heroes make themselves comfortable for the evening. “Erune is sooooo cute!”

Blue crosses over to Red’s bed and pulls on his pointed ear. “Focus on the job, idiot.”

“Ow!” exclaims Red. “I’m just saying, is all! Don’t you think she’s pretty? And nice?”

Blue seems to fluster at that, blush spreading onto his face. “I mean, yeah, of course she is, but—”

“I feel kind of bad, though,” Red sighs. “When I was Link, it’s like I only had eyes for Princess Zelda. Like, yes, she was pretty and nice and a good person and everything, but it was more than that. Can’t you remember how we felt about her?”

Vio glances over the top of his journal, surprised and somewhat frustrated by the genuine fondness on Red’s face. He scribbles onto the page just a little harder than before.

“I remember,” admits Blue, settling back down in his own bed. “I—Link—was always so happy to see her. Nervous too, it was a weird combination. It’s like his brain got all twisted about it.”

“Yeah, well, she was interesting company,” says Vio, pointedly ignoring the latter part of Blue’s statement. “And convenient. Link didn’t have many options for friends, it was basically her or the knights.”

Blue raises an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call the way Link felt about her just ‘friendship.’”

“Me neither,” agrees Red, thoughtfully. “I don’t think Link wanted to spend time with the other knights in the same way he wanted to spend time with the princess. It’s just different, when it’s a boy and a girl, I guess.”

“I see,” says Vio, holding his pen so hard against the paper that ink pools beneath its tip.

Blue shrugs, leaning against the headboard of his bed. “It’s only natural that he felt that way.”

Red perks up at the sentiment. “And it’s only natural that we feel the way we feel now! I’m sure Zelda wouldn’t be hurt if she knew I called Erune cute.”

“Don’t you think there would be more pressing matters on her mind,” Vio asks between gritted teeth, “like being kidnapped by Shadow Link, or her entire kingdom falling apart, or her boyfriend being dead?”

“Link isn’t dead,” Red says quietly. “We’re Link.”

“I’m nobody’s boyfriend,” snaps Vio. “And neither are you two idiots.”

Blue and Red avoid his gaze, ashamed. Good, Vio thinks. This conversation is entirely unnecessary.

He looks back down at his journal, trying to ignore the toxic sensation roiling in the pit of his stomach. “Vaati must be behind this, somehow. And Shadow Link.”

Blue raises his sword and swirls it around, as if testing the air for Evil. “In the past, Vaati took maidens, right?”

Vio hums affirmatively.

“Then Erune is in danger too!” exclaims Red. “Uh… what’s with you, Blue?”

He now holds the sword in a battle-ready position, despite the total lack of danger in the room. “I’ve got a gut feeling we’re in danger.”

“We’re always in danger,” Vio snarks.

“There’s no one here but us,” adds Red, much more productively.

“Yeah,” Blue says, pulling back his sheets. “You’re probably ri—hey, why is there a rock in my bed?”

He lifts it so the others can see—a very boring brown stone, the approximate size of a paperweight.

“Local customs?” Red guesses, tilting his head.

“Just get rid of it,” mutters Vio.

Blue throws it out of the third-floor window.

“Where’s Green?” he asks, looking outside.

Vio’s eyes don’t even leave the page. He was wondering how long it’d take for them to notice. “He went out to get some air.”

Blue scowls. “Oh no, he didn’t. He’s talking with Erune on the porch!”

“Aw, but I wanted to talk to her too!” whines Red.

Vio rolls his eyes. “Then go talk to her. And on the off-chance she says anything actually useful, let me know.”

“You don’t have to be so mean,” Red tells Vio. “She’s nice. Why can you be nice?”

Vio’s mouth goes dry. His scowl deepens. His pen stops moving.

“You stay here, then,” Red sighs, grabbing his Four Sword. “Blue and I will go check it out.”

Vio hums, still paralyzed. Why is his heart beating so fast? Why is it suddenly difficult to breathe?

He stays completely still until the others leave, unsure how to proceed in these conditions. Once they’re gone, he finds himself turning to a new page in his journal.

Entry: Day 14 What the hell is my problem?

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Shadow Link hides behind the tavern, whose roof casts enough shade to protect him from the mid-afternoon light. He’s basically imperceptible like this, his own supernatural form combining with natural shadows, and as long as he stays quiet and still he should be able to—

BONK!

Shadow slams a hand over his mouth as Arrghus rolls past his boot. Suppressing a groan, he retraces the rock’s downward path to the third-floor window directly above him.

“What the hell?” Shadow whispers. “Where did you hide, in their bed?”

“Yep! Yep!”

Shadow pinches the bridge of his nose. “You could have just pretended to be a paperweight.”

Arrghus giggles. Shadow kicks it across the street.

Delegating work like this is a pain. Shadow knows that Ganon warned him to stay out of the light, because it can hurt him and the heroes will use it against him, but there must be something else he can do. He at least deserves more capable monsters to do his bidding, like dragons or hinoxes or sharks or even raccoons. He’d prefer anything, really, over a pet rock that giggles.

“Erune, it’s dangerous for you to be out here tonight.”

Shadow perks up at the unmistakable sound of a hero’s voice—the green one, he’s pretty sure, with that righteous affect and calm demeanor. Peering over the side of the building, he confirms his suspicions. Green approaches the village girl who gave the four a place to stay, seemingly alone.

“Link,” she says, voice tiny and almost lost. ”I was just saying goodbye to Rosie.”

Shadow narrows his eyes at the object in her hands: a porcelain doll, wearing elaborate handmade clothes. It reminds him of his own toys, in a way—pointless ordinary artifacts, elevated by a personal touch. He would never admit this to Vaati or Ganon, but he has grown slightly attached. The unarmored knights’ spirits wandering the fields of the Dark World are almost so pathetic that they’re endearing, like tiny animals caught out in the rain. And as for the children of this village, they’re safer preserved the Dark World than anyone living in the world of light. Lord Ganon has no reason to harm any of his own subjects.

“I’m going to give her away tomorrow,” Erune says. She stares down at the doll, wearing a fond smile eerily similar to the one on its painted face. “I’m a little sad, but I’m too old to play with dolls.”

The green hero takes a seat beside her. “What makes you think that?”

Erune frowns. “Something one of your friends said. The purple one.”

Green shakes his head, almost like an exasperated parent. “Don’t let Vio get to you. He’s just bitter because he’s made from the least heroic parts of Link. Or that’s my theory, anyway.”

Shadow raises an eyebrow. He’d always viewed the purple Link as quiet and stern, but not outright unheroic. Isn’t that supposed to be his thing?

“It’s not just what your friend said,” Erune continues, sadly stroking the doll’s hair. “I still don’t think I should keep Rosie around.”

Green’s frown deepens. “But she’s important to you.”

“She is a thing,” Erune says, now holding Rosie slightly away from herself. “An object.”

“Okay, but—”

“I was a lonely child, you know. She made good company back then.” Erune takes a deep breath, speaking more to the doll than to Green. “But I’m growing up now. I’m more responsible for myself and the people around me, including the children of this town. I fear that I’ve let them down. I think it’s about time I stop playing altogether, and pay attention to the things and people who really matter.”

There’s a strange feeling in Shadow’s chest. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like what this girl is saying, and feels almost betrayed given his previous observations. She may no longer be lonely and in need of her toy, but Shadow—

Shadow decides that he is angry. That feeling, he can work with.

Green says something vaguely supportive and Erune returns his smile. They both blush.

Shadow clenches his fist.

“Hey, asshole!” Blue bursts onto the porch and puts Green into a headlock. “We work as a team, remember?”

“Sorry!” cries Green as he’s pulled back inside. “Blue, can you get off my—”

The front door slams shut and Erune is left alone. Well, Shadow thinks, to her knowledge anyway.

“Oh, Rosie,” the young woman tells her doll. “I know those four heroes are here to help, but I don’t want to just stand by while they do all the hard work.”

Arrghus returns to Shadow, rubbing up against his boot. “Give me directions, Master!” it chirps eagerly. “Give! Give!”

“Shut up,” Shadow says between gritted teeth, shaking the rock off of his leg. “You’re useless and weak and I hate you. Show me some real power, and I’ll consider giving you directions. Hell, kill the heroes yourself and Ganon will probably give you my job.”

Arrghus quiets at that. Shadow doesn’t feel any better.

He redirects his attention to Erune. She stares down at the doll with such conflicted fondness that it makes Shadow’s heart ache. Not for that silly little Hylian or her toy, but for… something else.

It’s the late afternoon. Shadow’s magic isn’t at its peak, but it could still take him between the dark and light worlds. And as for anyone he’d bring along, like those village children or the castle knights, they’d find themselves transformed at any time of day. Light-dwellers can’t just travel from one world to the other without some kind of corruption occurring. As long as the presence of natural light distinguishes this world from the other, the two can never truly overlap—and pathetic creatures like Arrghus and Shadow will never reach their full potential.

Shadow still has quite a few tricks up his sleeves, though. He leaves Arrghus in the dust as he goes briefly non-corporeal, traveling through dark shadows until he meets his mark. He occupies the empty husk of Rosie the porcelain doll, shaking in Erune’s hands like he/she/it’s about to explode.

“Let’s play,” he hisses, watching gleefully as Erune’s eyes widen in horror. “I know a special place, where only lonely children can go… and play forever!”

He drowns her in darkness, ripping her from one world and forcing her into the other. Erune barely puts up a fight, to Shadow’s satisfaction. She must appreciate the escape from her responsibilities. Deep down, she is no better than any other lonely child. And here, in the Dark World, Shadow must admit—she makes a rather charming addition to his collection.

Shadow leaves her in the Dark World and returns to the world of light. He occupies his own body again, the only form that requires no effort to maintain. Rosie the doll lays abandoned on the porch, and Arrghus is nowhere to be seen.

The late afternoon is quiet now, in Erune’s absence.

And something feels… off.

Shadow looks at Rosie, and the off-ness only increases. It’s nothing to do with the doll itself, he realizes—it’s the shadow behind the doll, growing unusually sharp in real time. His eyes dart up to the sky, which has grown unusually dark for this time of day. Normally he’d associate this sudden shift with a heavy passing cloud, but the sky is completely clear.

His gaze returns to the porch. The porch, and the nearby trees whose leaves cast shadows onto the wood. Very, very unusual shadows—small crescents of darkness and light, rippling like ocean waves.

Shadow looks back up just in time. He watches, stunned, as the moon eclipses the sun and the world is plunged into total darkness.

#my writing #fs #four swords #four swords manga #vio link #shadow link #blue link #red link #green link #this chapter starts adding some more substance to the adaptation #it's basically part 1 of 2 of what you could see as like. an episode of a show

[diamondangelkitten]

future - for the single-word fic prompt!

Oooh! Thank you @gatheredfates! This was a really fun one, as it's also a Vierapril prompt, so please enjoy this preview :D More will be added on April 29th!

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“I see. Then it is here the Scions at last part ways, each to some far-flung corner of the realm.” Alphinaud smiles looking at each of the Scions. “Perhaps,” Y’shtola pipes up, “But I believe some in our number - some rather important ones, at that - have yet to divulge their plans.” All eyes turn to look at Alinea, Aurora, Annabeth, and Alira amongst various murmurs of assent.

“So. What’s next for our humble adventurers?” Alinea smiles at Alphinaud’s question before turning to Estinien, “Well, if there are no objections, I never did get to browse Thavnair’s stalls in peace.” Estinien smirks before putting an arm around Alinea. “Aye, you’ll find no objection from me.

Aurora hums contemplatively, “Looks like I’ll be joining the group back to Sharlyan. There was a request from one of the research groups in Labyrinthos to assist them in some sort of project. It was a very vague and hurried message, so I don’t quite know what I’ll be walking into.” She smiles, “It should be fun though!” G’raha speaks up, “It will be wonderful to have you accompany us. Annabeth, Alira? What will you do?”

Alira motions for Annabeth to speak first, putting Annabeth on the spot. “Uhm, I don’t fully know. Gaius and I have been speaking about finding a home in Idyllshire. It’s a neutral location and we can more than prove our worth to them with helping out with tasks. Milisandia has already been helping Zhloe out at the orphanage and her brothers stop by often enough on their travels there. We want to build a home for ourselves and Gaius is almost done with his part in the Werlyt restoration. It’s time we built something for ourselves.” She looks up to the group and is rushed on both sides by Aurora and Alira. “We’re so happy for you Annabeth. You deserve to live a quiet life now.” She smiles at Aurora’s words. “You know you can call me at any time though. You all will always be the most important.” The scions shuffle their feet, knowing she’s speaking mainly to her fellow Warriors of Light. “All of you. Y’shtola, you better stop by my house after Master Matoya’s. I’ll have your favorite tea steeping.” “Very well. I’d like that.”

All eyes turn to Alira, who’s wearing a small, but deeply content smile on her face. “Well,” she begins, “I know the whole purpose of today has been to prepare us for our own separate journeys. And I am truly excited at what you all have in store. I expect many letters over the course of your journeys, but what I most expect, is to see you all at my wedding in two moon’s time.”

Cries of joy and excitement ring through the plaza and she laughs at all the hugs and well wishes being offered to her. “Well, you all already know that Sid proposed during our hospital stay. We were wondering what we wanted to do, but we’re keeping it simple. We’re having a wedding in the Churning Mists where the Moogles will officiate the ceremony.” At Ali and Estinien’s shocked expressions, she laughs even more. “I know, I was shocked too, but it was thanks to them and Rielle that we’ve been able to move forward and truly live the lives we have ahead of us. Rielle will be my maid of honor, I hope you understand.” “But we’ll be your bridesmaids right?” Aurora is looking at her with such excitement that she can’t help but give her another hug. “Yep! I was going to try send you all some cute basket or something to ask, but this feels better. Will you girls be my bridesmaids?” The answer, of course, is a resounding yes.

Alira turns back to the Scions, “You are all invited, but if any of you,” she looks down to Tataru while stating the next bit, “any of you, tell any of the leaders of state, I will personally become your worst nightmare.” “Right!” Tataru chuckles, “Small, simple. Do you need any help with catering or your dress?!” Alira smiles, “You’re the only person I know who wouldn’t balk at the two month deadline. Of course!” More cheers go up around the group.

They give each other one last group hug/huddle, before each group goes to split up. Tataru remains behind to lock up the Rising Stones, but not before waving them all off one more time. “They’ve done it Minfilia. They’ve all finally found peace.” She puts a hand over her heart at the thought of her dearly departed friend. “Oh no! I’ve only got two months to plan Alira’s wedding!” She taps the linkpearl in her ear, sending out a call to many of her contacts, “We have a high priority situation. All hands on deck,” she grins. She’ll make sure to give Alira the wedding of her dreams.

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #alinea skylark #aurora calypso #annabeth rose #alira thorne #preview of vierapril prompt

[driftward]

Aurora Laboratory Log Subject: Gloriole Containment Assembly Setup: Initial setup of Gloriole Containment Assembly to establish Demi-Ozma-class aether field. Aetheric Nuolith Array Assembly aligned to apply elemental aether. Eos-Class Fairy Lavender assisting.

~*~

Experiment 1108-22-01 Preconditions: Balanced aether flow, positive projection parameters Experiment: Establish Aether Field Result: Spherical projection into real space appeared. Aether field surface appeared to act as a mirror of surrounding area. Aether field was physical, and able to be touched. Notes: Initialisation success.

~*~

Ryss thumbed through the log reports, before lowering them to push up her glasses and look at Zoissette.

And then she grabbed the woman in a big hug. Zoissette made an ‘erk’ noise as her feet left the ground. Lavender, who had been on her shoulder, flew up into the air at the sudden motion, and circled them both.

“You got your own Demi-Ozma working! Why didn’t you tell me your lab was online!?”

Zoissette’s face was right up against Ryss’s collarbone. “Please put me down,” she said, her voice slightly muffled from being smushed. Ryss immediately put her down.

“Aurora laboratory, huh? And a stable aether field! Congratulations!”

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” asked Apple.

~*~

Experiment 1108-22-02 Preconditions: Balanced aether flow, negative projection parameters Experiment: Establish Aether Field Result: Spherical projection into real space appeared. Aether field surface appeared to be perfectly black, like a hole in reality. Interaction with field yielded no obvious opposing force, resulting in uncertainty as to whether or not physical contact was made despite appearance of probable interaction. Unable to enter field perimeter, however, suggesting aether field object is, in some way, present. Notes: Eerie. Recommend trying this yourself, if you are replicating these experiments. It’s like touching nothing at all, but not like touching nothing. This is hard to explain.

~*~

“Zoissette got her lab online! And she’s already performed a few days worth of experiments, if these reports are anything to go by.”

“Oh! That’s exciting! I’d have liked to have been there for that.”

Ryss looked closely at Zoissete. “Actually, yeah. It’s just yours and Lavender’s name in these reports. You didn’t fire this up all by yourself, did you?”

“Of course I did.”

“Zoissette!” protested Apple before Ryss could.

“I can’t believe I missed you opening up your lab! We should’ve been there! Why’d you do it yourself?” Asked Ryss.

Because I did not want to bother any of you, is what Zoissette does not say.

“Everyone was busy, and the shielding on the laboratory means it is much smaller on the inside then this workshop,” said Zoissette. “It would have been crowded. I handled it fine.” As she spoke, Lavender drifted back down to land on her shoulder.

She could feel a faint pulse of concern from the fairy, but she sent a sense of reassurance back. Everything was fine.

“Sure, but it’s your new lab,” said Apple.

“Yeah, we could’ve at least celebrated!” said Ryss.

“It is really not that big of a deal,” said Zoissette.

“What should we have celebrated?” asked Meya, as she stuck her head in through the workshop door.

~*~

Experiment 1108-23-01 Preconditions: Balanced aether flow, negative projection parameters, null field established Experiment: Use nullstone facsimile to establish a space with zero aetheric energy, then project the aether field around it to serve as a containment system to maintain a perfect seal around a given aperture space to maintain the space Result: Spherical projection into real space appeared. Aether readings taken indicate neither positive nor negative aetheric albedo from aether field. There was no indication of aether flow in either direction across containment boundary, and no excitement energies indicating any aether energy inside containment boundary. Success. Notes: Nervous. Maybe excited? This is just a setup for the next experiment.

~*~

“Zoissette opened up her new lab,” said Apple.

“And has run several successful experiments, judging from what I’m reading,” said Ryss, looking through the papers again. “… hold on.”

She narrowed her eyes at one sheet in particular while Meya clasped her hands and hopped next to Zoissette “Oh, congratulations!”

“Uhm. Thanks,” said Zoissette.

“When’d it happen? Who was there?” said Meya.

“A few days ago, and nobody, I did it myself.”

“Oh. Well, why didn’t you invite anyone? I know I would have loved to have seen it!”

Because the laboratory has some very dangerous things in it and I want to keep all of you safe is what Zoissette does not say.

“It is not that big of a deal,” said Zoissette.

“Not that big of a deal!? Is this what I think it is?” asked Ryss, her eyes lighting up at she shoved one particular report at Zoissette.

Zoissette glanced down. “Uhm, well, I have not replicated that particular experiment yet, those are only initial results, and we will need many more experiments to determine the ramifications and applications, if any, of my findings-”

“This is almost as big a deal as the Demi-Ozma itself! How are you not more excited about this! Navigator take the wheel, we ARE going to celebrate!” said Ryss, and her excitement was enough that she startled Lavender into taking to flight once more. Zoissette winced.

“Oh, let me see,” said Apple, taking the papers from Ryss.

“Oh! I could make a cake,” offered Meya. “It’s not too late to throw a party, maybe?”

“Nah, Zoissette doesn’t like parties,” said Ryss, rubbing her chin and looking at Zoissette thoughtfully as Lavender, calmer, floated back down to her perch on her shoulder.

“None of this is really necessary-” Zoissette began to protest.

“Oh wow this is interesting,” said Apple.

“Right?” said Ryss, turning to Apple. “Wish I could’ve been there to see it.”

Meya looked thoughtful, then brightened. “I know. We can celebrate with a game night. Just a few of us in the new lounge. Zoissette, you love games! You can show me that one card game you told me about once, the one you used to play with Papalymo.”

Zoissette was surprised that Meya remembered such a detail, and blinked at her, uncertain when the night’s conversation had turned to be so deeply about, well, herself.

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” said Ryss.

“Will you still bake a cake?” Apple asked Meya.

Meya smiled cheerfully. “Absolutely!”

“Zoissette?” asked Ryss, looking over at her.

Zoissette took a deep breath in. She looked at Ryss, and her and Lavender both shrugged at Ryss at the same time. “…sure, why not,” she said.

~*~

Experiment 1108-23-02 Preconditions: Balanced aether flow, negative projection parameters, null field established, aetheric nuolith array assembly set to draw from containment boundary Experiment: Use nullstone facsimile to establish a space with zero aetheric energy, then project the aether field around it to serve as a containment system to maintain a perfect seal around a given aperture space to maintain the space. Once established, use the aetheric nuolith array to apply a pressure gradient around the containment, one that would normally drain aether and energy from it to the outside. If the area is properly null, this should result in a negative energy space. Result: Spherical projection into real space appeared. Aether readings taken indicate neither positive nor negative aetheric albedo from aether field. Began to apply negative aetheric differential. After several moments, instrumentation measured the formation of a negative energy field, which was followed by a disproportionally large positive energy pulse that could not have originated from any other source. Fortunately, the containment system worked, and the pulse had no effect on surrounding environs. Notes: Currently, the aether field remains opaque to vision, so I could not see what happened even as I measured it, but I did absolutely measure it. After all these years, a negative energy field. I am sincerely not sure about how I feel at such a momentous occasion. Relief, I think. Satisfaction - there is much and more to do, and so many directions I can take this experiment, but the establishment of the field itself is - well, it is incredible. But also, I feel a sense of hollowness that I did not expect. What does one do when they finally accomplish everything they set out to do? Fortunately, I have more questions than answers, but for now, I find myself feeling strangely out of sorts, adrift. But I am getting away from scientific inquiry, now. Experiment success.

#The Incident #This now takes my heart

[insomniakingdoom]

Got a conversation in mind

I'll set the scene. We're in a park. Lock, the object-head fella from earlier is standing near a tree. Looking at a lady sitting on a bench. She is crying, convering her face in her hands. She gets the feeling that she is being watch, when she raise her head, she gets startled.

"Who-who are you?!" She said loudly. The mysterious object-man tilt his head on the side. Then he point at himself. "Y-yes, you! Why are you watching me?"

He drops his arm, then tilt his body to the right. The woman is confused, but not reassured. The guy raise his hand again, this time making a shy waving motions.

"Ah- sorry."

This thing can talk? She thought. They doesn't seems threatening, but she keep her guards up. She tense when the man make a few steps toward her.

"This is my bench. - W-what? - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interupt. I was just waiting for you to leave."

She frowns. "Well, I'm sorry, but this is a public space. This bench doesn't have your name on it. - How would you know? Do you know my name? - ... No? - Ah... what a shame... I don't remember mine either."

But who is this guy? The confusion takes over the distrust. This person, whoever they are, is very intriguing. To say the least.

"Why were you crying? - You don't need to know. - That is fair. That was a rather personal question... Do you mind if I sit down?"

She hesitate, then makes him a places. The man sits down. Both goes silent. An akward silence. She doesn't know what to do. Should she leave? Who is this guy? Where did he comes from? What the hell?

And that's about it for now. Thought this was a funny interaction and I wanted to share it with the worlds. I don't know yet if I want to make it into a story since it's quite hard to put words into the action I have in my head lol. I wasn't even able to describe the woman as I didn't feel like it was that relevant. You can insert yourself in it if you want lmao.

#writting #Ocs #Lock the funky Locket Guy

[artichokefunction]

you are manually switched awake. you sit up and are face to face with someone who looks angrier then you've ever seen a human face look before. correction: angrier then anything you can remember right now. you can't remember much right now. that's probably normal? maybe it's not. maybe it is, but not to this extent. hmm. the angry person orders you to get up and get equipped. their haircut is short in places and long in others, in a way that leaves their neck exposed. your database says they're your current primary director. yeah alright. you disconnect the cables from your back and get out of this little storage rest plate thing.

it looks a bit like the uhhh. the things waiters would carry in old movies, to cover food. maybe they still have them in fancy old restaurants. you haven't been in one of them in. wait how long has it been. you have no idea. many a time. while you were thinking about all that you put on your gear. your guns aren't as familiar as they should be, you think. not as familiar as the gear itself, that all goes where it goes, comforting and heavy. same and good. but you're done now, ready to go do whatever this mission is, so the director motions you through a door and out into a mildly damp basement. they make their way to an elevator, and as the door slides open they send you a very small info packet.

MISSION OBJECTIVE: KILL KILL KILL

that's very vague. you send a request for clarification.

MISSION OBJECTIVE: Kill everyone in this building. Leave the Director alive.

you can do that. there's only one target in this basement, in another little side room. you open the door and shoot them twice in the chest. you take the stairs up, there's two more targets who were coming down before and are now trying to escape. they aren't fast enough though.

-

the director's plan for this was terrible. by the time you'll make it to the top floor, reinforcements will have arrived through the main entrance on the ground floor, where main entrances are. armed reinforcements, presumably. you'll be able to deal with it, but this director is not a good strategist. or maybe they're less dumb when they're less emotionsfull. whatever, you're currently working your way through floor four, where there are a number of targets who are actually armed. they probably had time to hear all the noise and get prepared. you've taken most of them out, and only been hit yourself a few times in the non-critical areas. there's one room left before you can go up the stairs and start clearing out the next floor. this looks like an open sort of cubicle area, you can see where the targets are, huddled towards the back. one of them is an idiot and stands up all obvious and starts saying stuff, you don't know what, you're not in the headspace to process complex audio inputs, you have a

MISSION OBJECTIVE: KILL KILL KILL

but this weird dumb person seems. hmm. they have red braids and a long soft face and a voice that sounds. like. um. their voice is shaking but they're still saying stuff. you. um. they're important. definitely. they're really important. you don't remember why but. you. her hands are soft. and. and. you turn around, and gesture for him to follow you. you flick the safety of your gun on and off and on and off as you lead them down the stairs. this is weird. this is weird. but you've given yourself a new

MISSION OBJECTIVE: GET OUT AND KILL ANYTHING THAT STANDS IN YOUR WAY

and redFriend seems to trust you? you were just pointing a gun at him but shes still willing to follow you out. they don't know that's where you're going. but maybe she knows that you aren't going to/can't tell him and that's why they're more important then that director. down the stairs, to the ground floor, and she starts heading for the back exit. you protect his back, but it seems like backup hasn't arrived just yet. she stops at the glass door, and you can see the heat signatures for loads of people, grouping into an attack formation. ah. that's where the backup is. you move to go in front, draw fire so they can get out. but she stops you, and whispers something. you make an effort to comprehend this time, and catch the tail end of it.

[-like a fish in a fucking barrel! come on, i think i know a safer way out.]

hmm. yeah, there are way too many armed targets out there, and you wouldn't have the element of surprise. plus, after they're done shooting you they might move on to the handler. they're probably supposed to be here to protect them but you aren't gonna count on that. you follow them down to the basement, and then into that elevator the director took. huh, maybe it isn't actually an elevator. no wait, it has all the right buttons for each floor. the handler presses the ZERO and GROUND buttons together, and after a short burst of movement the doors open to a cramped garage-ish area. the director is also still here, aiming a handgun at you shakily. hmm. you step forward to act as a meat shield and you get shot once near your collarbone but you shoot them once in the neck and there isn't anyone else in here so the standoff is over. you turn to the handler.

[dude, that was just showing off.]

hey now. well. yes. you shrug, and then gesture towards your own neck, which messes with the bullets in your arm but it gets the point across, they laugh in a way that sounds, like, really tired. you indicate that the two of you should leave and she makes an agreeing sound and pokes around at the walls until they find a small exit. the door is silent as it opens, and the two of you step out into the chill of the evening. you follow the handler, you trust him and she seems to know where to go. you don't have a way to look any less generally dangerous other then just putting your weapons away and trying to make yourself look a bit smaller. you'll probably be fine. maybe. you don't walk for long before coming to a small truck. the handler unlocks it and opens the passenger door, and they refer to it as *your* seat, all casually. hm. interesting. you sit down. there's a little storage compartment here, with a bunch of random little objects inside. you pull out a rock, smooth and palm sized, with a length of old worn chain bolted to it. very interesting. it has a nice texture to it, and the chain makes a faint tunk-tunking sound at it hits against itself. you like it. the handler gets into the drivers seat, and it's only after getting a few blocks away that she heaves a big sigh, like he's been holding his breath for the past hour. maybe she has, honestly.

[that was such a fucking shitshow! i had to- i went in there to fucking *negotiate* given that they fucking *captured* you and then that DICKHEAD decides that they're better then everyone else in their company and just fucking orders them all dead?! i guess!? and they didn't have a better weapon for it then the PERSON that they STOLE FROM ME and-]

you're holding a hand up, and when she stops you move the hand to your chest, in and out motion. breathing. would be good here. you think. they laugh in a way that sounds a bit like crying, and then he takes a moment to catch her breath.

[yeah, yeah. when we get to the warehouse district, i'll pull over and do a full assessment, get those bullet wounds sorted and all that. in the meantime, uh, there's a communicator in your storage compartment there, anything you can tell me would be helpful.]

you look again, and there is a tablet in there. you take it out, and it turns on to a communicator screen thing, as promised. you quickly type out the main details of what you can remember, which is just today, and they get all sad and quiet after that. hmm. probably you're missing something big. correction: definitely you're missing something big, you forgot the handler. you don't even know what else you forgot. damn it.

-

the little scanner finishes its journey across the table you're lying on and the handler wastes no time in analysing the results. she scowls at the little tablet, like the data was rude to him.

[they- ggrh! the memory issues probably come from that there implant in the base of your skull, they didn't want to risk totally breaking your brain forever so they didn't actually erase or damage anything, i think. i should be able to restore it. it doesn't look like they healed any of your injuries properly? thought that eye was a fluke, but i guess not. i have the new one ready for you by the way, with a periscopic function cuz i had some time on my hands. the ports in your back are just a clunky way to interface with your internal systems, i was worried they were integrated into the spinal column but evidently they didn't have that good of a surgeon on hand. thirty-two bullets in you, a fair few of these look old and partially healed over, i'm gonna have to dig them all out, sorry about that. uhh-] she starts fidgeting with the tablet in his hands, in a way that looks distressed; [i'm gonna have to switch you off temporarily for that brain surgery, everything else could technically be done while awake but the brain is too delicate, which is why i always avoid brain augmentation. um, if you're uncomfortable with that please let me know, i don't wanna, like-]

you shake your head, this is not a scary situation. you know what's going on and you know they can do it. you reach out a hand, and after a second, he takes it. her face kinda melts. in a positive expression way.

[i missed you, dude. really glad to have you back, safe and... alive]

and you're glad to be here. you blink once at her, slowly, affectionate. his hands are soft.

#[fiction] #[category: the agent & the handler] #minor character death #death tw #cw memory loss #body horror

[splintergirl13]

Flaming Bet

Another quick drabble while I’m in this google doc lol

This one is a cute one where Alex and Steve have a bet against each other to see which one can get Herobrine to flame up first!

Steve and Alex decided to do a little experiment during a sparring session with Herobrine today.

It was no secret to them that Herobrine had trouble controlling his powers. And the one power he let loose the most was his flaming hands.  Especially during the sparring sessions.

The question was...which made Herobrine flare up more?  Steve being flirty, or Alex being difficult?  While Steve could make Herobrine’s hands spark, Alex had actually made the demon flare up to the point he burnt two holes in his shirt at the shoulders. Fire pouring up and down his arms in frustration.  So based on the evidence so far, all signs were pointing to Alex. However, Steve believed he had some good tricks up his sleeve. 

The siblings even bet against each other. Both claimed they could get Herobrine to flame up more than the other during their individual training sessions with him. 

Alex decided to accomplish this by not listening to a single thing the demon suggested all throughout combat. Instead she did the opposite. If Herobrine said tighten your stance, she loosened it.  And mocked him for giving her such bad advice.  Once he stopped fighting to help her fix her stance, she pushed forward and fought for real while he was distracted.  Hitting him with the wooden sword even though he had dropped his own.  Which Herobrine screeched was against the rules. 

But what Alex didn't know was Herobrine HAD been working on controlling his anger and emotional flare ups. So all Alex produced with this method of fighting was some smokey eyes, some harsh words, and some well deserved bruises from some well timed recovery attacks on Herobrine’s part. 

And then it was Steve’s turn to spar and give it a shot.

Alex walked over to Steve, looking defeated. Steve smirked and moved to join the demon.

Herobrine was busy buffing out some of the dents in his wooden blade with one of his sharp fingernails.  He tilted his head up to see Steve walking towards him with determination. Stomping hard on the ground right up to him. 

"Hey Steve, what are you-mfm" 

Steve cupped the demon’s face mid sentence and brought their lips together. Creating a contest by pulling roughly at his hair to connect each other. And yet moving his lips almost in slow motion. So that the kiss was slow and delicate.  Pouring a passion into it that he almost never displayed.

Steve even gave a soft moan that Alex wouldn't be able to hear, but sent vibrations through each other's mouths as he deepened the quick kiss. 

The miner felt heat and saw light flickering from below him.  So Steve broke the kiss. He looked down and saw that Herobrine had his hands held stiffly to the side. Both burning bright with sparking flames that had set the wooden sword he was holding on fire.

Steve stepped back, giggling at Herobrine’s expression. The demon looked like he was fighting to figure out if he should be flustered or flirty. His brain had settled on becoming a very happy flaming statue. 

Steve chuckled, giving Herobrine’s chin a pinch and turned back to join Alex. "Okay, I win. Pay up!"

"I should know better than to bet against you knowing him better." Alex grumbled, handing over some emeralds from her pouch. "Gg."

Meanwhile Herobrine shook his head as Steve moved away, coming out of a trance. He looked down at the flaming sword and quickly put it out with a yelp of surprise.  The demon saw the emerald exchange and scoffed, understanding now what the siblings had been up to.  He figured he should be mad at them for using him as a betting object but the flutter of his heart from the soft kiss he just shared made it impossible to be in a bad mood.  He would have to come up with revenge at a later date.

#herosteve #fluff pining and stupidity #drabbles

[khneltea]

Day 2: Strength

You're Strong

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She was a walking disaster. They should hang a sign on her saying she was a hazard and caution should be taken within a ten feet radius. Why would they trust her around anything not glued to the ground?

She should start from the beginning.

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"Adrien," she whined. "It's not like that."

Adrien shrugged, sliding his shades up to give her a pointed look. "Right. It's just a study meeting."

"Yes, we've discussed this before. You saying it in that tone won't change the meaning of it." Marinette rolled her eyes at her brother.

"Yeah, but you're going to a study meeting. That's just the two of you. When you're not even in the same course." She could feel the teasing grin growing on his face at her rising blush.

"He just offered to help!"

"With what?" She didn't look him in the eye, grabbing her tote bag instead.

"Studying isn't just about the content. Sometimes it helps to have someone to revise the concepts with." She said and busied herself with the contents of her bag, making sure she had all her study materials. He didn't bother hiding his grin from her.

"When he knows nothing about it?" She didn't respond, but she shot him the finger when she walked out the door. "Have fun with lover boy!"

"Fuck you!"

"Love you too, bugaboo!" He honked his ridiculous horn and zoomed off.

She loved Adrien, she really did. But sometimes (which was at least twice a day), she wanted to strangle him.

Passing by the glass window of a coffee shop, she paused and checked herself in the mirror. Mask, check. Clean ponytail? Check. A super cute outfit that she put on to make herself feel good, not to impress a certain flannel-wearing boy? Yes. Flannel jacket to return, already washed and cleaned? Che—

She patted the bag. It didn't have the big lump it did when she first brought it into the car. There was supposed to be a big lump there. Where was the lump?

Her face turned pale. She must have left it in the car.

Maybe Adrien hadn't gone too far yet? She pulled out her phone to call him, racing back to where he had dropped her off in his bright yellow sports car. He had bought it with his father's money to piss him off when they were seventeen. It was the car they thought would annoy Gabriel the most. Loud in both sound and color, tacky, and above all, expensive enough to make a dent into Adrien's modeling salary.

Bam! She crashed into a wall as soon as she pressed Adrien's contact on her phone. Everything went in slow motion. The ground tilted closer. The wind whooshed in her ear. Metal clattered to the ground as her tumbler rolled on the cement. Gravity shifted, and she could feel the hulking stand she hit losing its base on the ground.

Goddamit, if she learned one thing from being a clumsy thirteen-year-old girl turned superheroine of luck, it was that any luck she had was luck she made out of a situation. She planted her dominant foot forward, pushing on the balls of her feet as she grabbed the thing she collided with. As she grabbed it, she shifted all her weight backward and heaved the object up.

She panted, closing her eyes in exhaustion. The busy street continued without fail, the chatter and traffic punctured by the metal clang of her water bottle rolling on the ground. There goes her coffee.

"Oh, wow." Her body froze. "You're strong."

Opening her eyes, she felt her lungs constrict, and her jaw slackened. Breathing? What? Did she need to breath? Yes, she did, the blood was rushing to her head. She could hear her blood. She shouldn't be able to. How did she breath again? Oh gosh. Was it in first or out? How much was too much? Nose or mouth? Maybe mouth. Probably mouth. The air goes in the throat right?

Scratch that, mouth was not good. The air tasted funky, she should close her jaw. Wait, nope, the muscles in her lower face weren't working. Would it be weird if she raised her hand to push her jaw up? That would be weird.

Breathing? Yes. Systems were clear now, kind of.

"—rinette!" She blinked and focused on the blue-eyed vision standing in front of her.

Right. Breathing. Systems may be failing again.

"Are you ok, Marinette?" She nodded, not trusting her voice. He sighed in relief. "That's good."

"I'm so sorry for bumping into you like that, I swear I'm never—" She cringed and spoke again. "I'm not like that most of the time."

"I understand that." She was hallucinating. It was a trick of the light. His cheeks were not pink. It was just cold.

"Really?"

He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm a bit clumsy."

"Oh," she said, then brightened. "We're a pair then!"

"Yeah, yeah, we are." His smile brought the sunshine out. Damn, it was bright. If this was how she died, she'd be dying happy, if not a little mortified at her own actions. "So, we're heading to the library right?"

"Yeah," she sighed, a dopey grin stretching across her face. "Yeah."

this is the second or third time i've written this out, hopefully this saves! what did you think? marinette is obviously totally irrevocably in love and simping over Jon but Jon is Jon hahaha. thanks very much @maribat-calendar-events for the prompts!!!

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[castle-dominion]

c4x7 cops & robbers

castle: bored af Tho I like how he's with his mom at the bank not for co-signing or anything but just for... moral support?

MR: Richard, I’m a business woman now. I do not want your money, I do not want your signature, thank you very much. It’s the principle. Dp: No, Ms. Rogers, it’s the interest. RC: And I’ve just lost mine. Excuse me.

I'm watching this after covid, it didn't seem out of the ordinary At All to see ppl with masks. RC, seeing sussy stuff: Hm. I think this bank is about to be robbed. *robbery starts* RC: It’s not my imagination. It’s definitely not my imagination. I love how he Just Happens to be on the phone with the cops when this is going down lol. She's able to just call it over to her homicide team

Ok so I know This Guy & he just nods at castle's shh motion. Makes sense For Now. Castle should really put the phone in his bra or smth so he can have it still recording w/o needing to have it up to his ear obviously. If it was in his bra (which he totally has) he could still describe the scene (which is smart of him) Manager just has it on his neck? Make that four. "You a cop? (to Castle) You called a cop?" "No. I-- We were already on the line when you guys came in."

British sounding accent huh Love the different doctor names. My first thought was healthcare was so bad in the usa that they needed to rob a bank. How did he open the door I thought he locked it? He DID lock it the thing is right there! I guess it has some wiggle room. You know, come to think of it, those doors look lik ethey are made of glass. Strong structured & thick, but still. A heavy object a couple times... Love a good hostage situation. We've all seen Die Hard we know how this goes.

Man's right. You're homicide he's robbery. He's also very calm & direct. Not impolite but firm & short. (tho "missed your cue" was rude) Where's demming tho?

What if I raise my hand to ask a question? lmao acab tho I don't trust anything here

Ryan looks very s2 like. Blue shirt, tie, brown normal jacket. Espt looks bisexual with his layers. Nice to have contacts in emergency service units Bro I think the robbery people have this handled.

She's a woman she doesn't need to have a bedroom voice the robber is just like horny & straight or smth I don't think that keeping him calm is hard bc he seems like a pro. TJ: Yeah, I don't like that other guy. KB: Yeah, me neither. peterson: ?? Trapper John! Bro it's M*A*S*H! You should come down & watch this episode with us! He IS a pro Oh no now cap peterson thinks that he is beckett's boyf.

Wow what a jerk. Blaming someone for the bank getting robbed. Or well, for getting the cops here too soon. If the cops didn't get here maybe they would have left with the money & let the hostages go. Except the bank ppl said the silent alarms went so ok. Oh no don't tell me we're going to deliver a baby I like how she says they should let the pregnant lady go but the way she says it implies she's ok with being held hostage.

RC: Don’t worry mother. I saw this work on Die Hard. RC: Uh, Mr. Howser-- Excuse me, Doctor Howser. Why not just give them a cup behind a desk?

RC: So, why Doogie Howser? I mean there's so many cool TV doctors you could pick.

Was espt in ESU before homicide? What IS his exp?

omg he likes her <3 lmao the banker & actress hitting it off I wanted to check out the food at my new work before I start working there & ofc I ended up using the washroom & there was some sort of old b/w sensual film playing in the stall. it is not his box: how did he get the key? woah castle remembers which wall & row & column it was in?? & Dp knows the number??? Martha-?

Three hours sounds... reasonable...

it's me! I know morse code! ... -.. is what I saw but they kept cutting away. I also don't know numbers only letters. Numbers are easy I just don't know them. how DO you know it's him? It could be another smart civilian!

Martha actress moments Why is That Guy telling castle this? He was "in the washroom" during castle's secret message sal martino? idk I'll continue with That Guy (unless I quote). "you have no idea" WOW THIS EPISODE IS GOOD I don't make promises

Rick did too well, SM was supposed to freak out bc of the c-4 but rick calmed him down which was NOT the plan.

Wasn't gideon fields? Sus. KR: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't go in there, we don't have a warrant and we don't have probable cause. JE: Bro, Castle's life depends on this. KR: ... Did you just hear that? I think I just heard someone yell out, "Help, police!" JE: (in a voice) "Help, police!" There it is again. Ah yes, dead bodies. Grody. & perfect for the homicide detectives.

I couldn't tell if she was dead for a week or she was just old... but then again the smell of decomp

JE: I don't get it. This is a little, old, retired librarian. What could possibly be in her safe deposit box that would be worth doing all this? KR: Nazi gold, cold fusion, map to Atlantis. JE: Hey, Castle Jr., could you maybe start thinking like a cop, please? (Castle HAS mentioned nazi gold) KR standing with That Booty: I am!?? JE: Are you? KR: It had to have been something huge that was worth killing her over, right? Hey, Super Cop, check it out.

Hug alexis, becks, she needs it, you might too. But hey, rick made kate promise to take care of alexis! & esposito promised to get rid of his porn collection!

Rick just do the flashing bracelet thing again. Idk numbers but (-.-.) ..-. --- ..- .-. is easy enough What is HER accent? cushions is a good idea <3 GOSH WHAT aT Least put him sideways so he doesn't choke!

told Whom to stay with her? Y'all never leave me a voicemail, please text.

it's legit not enough time bestie Send in esposito he looks like a buff firefighter paramedic

Trapper would know her voice. Bad idea. Love the double talking obv not a paramedic since she didn't know she could put the gurney closer to the ground & then raise it up once the fellow is on there UM SIGN LANGUAGE MUCH? Castle could have totally slipped it into sal's shirt

Martha should totally have just kicked everyone's ass & the hostages could have gotten themselves out on the fury of a mother There is a second T in twenTy kate That chuckle was very nathan fillion bc that's where the money is lmao Castle why are you revealing your hand? Just like tf2 for real just like rvb for real Castle has escaped duck tape before. Zip ties are easy to get out of

RC: Mother, I find I'm no longer satisfied with the customer service at this establishment. I think we should take our business elsewhere. Me: Is that code? RC: no just trying to be funny ig

Ron Brandt. Good thing I didn't switch names Were those guys wearing black before? & now they are covered in dust? or were they always wearing that greyish colour?

PUT AWAY THE GUN BEFORE YOU UNTIE THEM BESTIE mr: *shaking her hands with a grin*

They would NOT have messed up Captain Peterson probably is surprised with how good castle is, he's like "wow this guy really does know his stuff" Whose body parts?

Oh no are castle's banker & mother going to sleep together?

I like how beckett has a touchphone & ryan has a flip or smth

See? Castle wasn't supposed to calm him down Holy crap bad bruising I sometimes hate being a christian (what with being who I am) but right now I love it.

That Guy: Honey, I'm home. what a line Girl u should have kicked his balls while he was outside the door TG: Oh, no. Hon, you bumped your head. Ha what a typical abuser line. Disgusting.

*kept the cop's face in shadow*

JE: Come on, let's go pick them up. KR: Ithaca??? Why is espt just going on this huge road trip with ryan? RC: Even as a hostage, I help you solve murders. Beckett, I think…I think you have the perfect partner.

Poor alexis. Poor Ash. Long distance sucks.

In my binge watch I should have counted these. 8th time becks saved castle, castle has saved her 9.

The vodun episode with the purses & champagne, I remember that. The nikki heat murders were not a save, she lived you just gave her your coat RC: Won't be forgetting that anytime soon.

#castle 4x7 #castle 4x7 quote #castle 4x7 spoilers

[jacksonjackson32]

Minimal Wage For Child Care South Africa

It is becoming more and more important for events to bear in mind of their maintenance rights and obligations. In light of recent legislative changes to maintenance law, it's apparent that no tolerance is going to be afforded in the path of maintenance defaulters. On 05 January 2018 key sections of the Maintenance Amendment Act, 2015 (Act No. 9 of 2015) came into effect. The new regulation offers maintenance officers power to trace down defaulters by way of information obtained from cell phone service suppliers and blacklisting defaulters with credit bureaus. This would moreover serve as a deterrent to those defaulting on their maintenance obligations. The formal enquiry takes place earlier than a magistrate in a maintenance court, which essentially performs the functions of a civil court. The regular guidelines of civil proceedings in a magistrate’s court apply. At the formal enquiry, you, the maintenance officer and the respondent will put all of the relevant info earlier than the magistrate. The magistrate will determine how a lot money is required to fulfill the child’s wants, and then issue a maintenance order that will be sure that every get together makes a good contribution. This will be decided by the Maintenance Officer of the Maintenance Court. Petersen v Maintenance Officer and Others SA fifty six confirmed that the grandparents are obliged to pay maintenance although the grandchild is an additional marital child. A mother or father is therefore fully entitled to lay a legal charge towards a person who's obliged to pay maintenance when it comes to a court order if he/she fails to stick to the terms of the order. Although this step will probably end in a person’s arrest, it is not going to necessarily lead to receiving cost. child maintenance forms The failure to do so, will afford the debtor safety towards stale claims that existed for such a long time making it tough for the debtor to defend towards it. The preamble of the Maintenance Act ninety nine of 1998 acknowledges that the recovery of maintenance in South Africa doesn't meet the international obligations. REMO is silent on the elements which the South African maintenance court will consider in its determination for the popularity of a foreign order. Yes, a parent does have the best to challenge a maintenance order. To get the authorized ball rolling a Notice of Intention to Appeal should be handed to the clerk of the Maintenance Court in the province in which the order was initially issued. Of course, the other parent must be made aware of this, and so they should receive a discover within 20 days of notifying the clerk. Do not ever simply default on payments, as there are serious authorized consequences . To put it simply, it goes in direction of the child’s basic well-being and development. Setting up a toddler in order that they have a shiny future ahead of them is a objective for most dad and mom, and that shouldn’t change just because dad and mom are now not in a relationship or weren’t in one, to begin with. The qualifications and expertise of the respective experts inside their specialized fields of practice weren't in dispute. When making the order aforesaid, I indicated to the events that I would provide causes therefor in my judgment at the conclusion of the trial. The plaintiff within the motion was the applicant in the Rule 43 application whilst the defendant in the motion was cited as the respondent in the application. For convenience, the parties will be referred to as indicated earlier on this judgment. As at all times, it's best to have a chat with a authorized professional, to ensure that you are conscious of all your choices and able to make the most effective decision for you and your child. Negotiating a maintenance settlement is often a difficult aspect of reaching a divorce agreement. A native businessman has been ordered by the Johannesburg High Court to pay round R in maintenance fees for his estranged wife and their young daughter. The ruling comes after the rich man was dragged to court for only providing his family an R2000 ‘for meals’.

#child maintenance #child maintenance south africa #child maintenance court #child maintenance forms #child maintenance application #application for child maintenance

[phoebehalliwell]

seeing as how Paige's Whitelighter side so strongly affected how her witch power worked, how do you think her power would have presented if either Piper or Phoebe had died, and she'd gained freezing/exploding or premonitions? and, I don't know if you've ever talked about this, but what do you think the sisterly dynamics would have looked like if Prue had lived and one of the other sisters had died instead?

hi it took me So Long to find this post but here’s my thots on each potential trio dated to about a year ago but like yeah you know it’s still p accurate in regards to paige’s power itself i think telekinesis really is the best translation to a whitelighter power because you go from moving things to teleporting them i think for piper’s powers like you could go the “combustive orbing” route which is just piper’s blasting power w extra orbs added on but i don’t really know how you’d do freezing. you might have to go into the whitelighter power bank to try to find a better ability to translate? idk none really work for freezing. actually instead of um combustive orbing you could have photokinesis fuse with that and kinda give paige a flash bang power. not as useful as piper’s but definitely still workable. premonitions again i think is pretty straightforward and def doesn’t really gel with orbing but this could combine with whitelighter sensing into a more advanced form of premonition maybe

#like you know she can sense their fear or something sense their location Right Now #there r options #but telekinetic orbing really was the best move #even if they just used it wrong sometimes #i get that they invented it but they did it wrong #sometimes not all the time the point is paige shouldn't be able to ''throw'' items like the vase in 4x02 #bc it's not telekinesis it's like what telematerialization #she can orb a vase on top of u and drop it #or orb something already in motion and let it continue w said motion #but she should not be able to put an object in motion right this is law one #charmed #paige matthews #💌

[todoscript]

how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write 

copyright 2021 todoscript, all rights reserved. i do not allow my creations to be published or translated anywhere else.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled�� but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

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[sinswithpleasure]

First (ft. TWICE's Mina)

[Y/N POV]

"I'm home!"

After a long day of classes over at university, I had finally returned home. Computer Science was not an easy course of study to take, and I usually returned home exhausted every day. I walked over to the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of water and taking a swig to cool myself down from the walk home.

"Huh, usually Mina greets me with 'Okaeri'... I wonder where she is today."

I sat down at the dining table, resting my exhausted body on the dining chair. I smiled at the thought of my housemate. Sharing this house with her had made the bills so much easier to pay off, and her presence meant I did not have to live alone.

Myoui Sharon Mina's agreement to house with me was through an ad I put out online. I had gone through so many different housemates, and I was ready to give up looking. One was a party girl that kept on bringing guys over to sleep with, and I had walked in on them desecrating my furniture multiple times. Some skipped out on paying their share of the bills. I was starting to get disillusioned with the idea of housemates before she popped around.

Mina had contacted me for an interview through text. She was my last chance I gave myself before resigning to my fate and moving to a smaller apartment. I was expecting another party girl, or someone I would not like instantly. However, when I met up with her, I was instantly blown away with her looks. This woman could easily have featured on any fashion magazine, on the cover, no less. She looked like a modern day princess, and yet, she was just a college student majoring in Dance, and seeking a roof over her head with cheap rent. Mina was nothing short of polite during the interview, and she had laughed when I told her my horror stories of the previous housemates. Throughout the interview, she easily charmed me with her politeness, and her assurance that she was nothing like my previous housemates. While every interviewee I had met promised what she had promised as well, I had a hunch she would stick to her promise.

Mina was also nothing short of what might actually be the perfect housemate. Every time we met in the hallways or in whatever room in the house, she would always greet me in Japanese with a "Good morning/afternoon/evening" with a big smile on her face. She respected all house rules and did her share of the chores, as well as paid her bills on time. This lady was easily the most charming of all my housemates, and it was easy to live with her. Ever the homebody, her only trips out of her room usually was to go to class or to occasionally grab snacks from the fridge or cabinets in the kitchen. Over the months, she loosened up and began to socialise with me more. We bonded over a shared love for gaming and hatred for her many admirers. Many a night was spent killing aliens and raiding dungeons together while cursing out all her admirers. Mina had learnt to read people well from all the boys chasing her for her looks and money through her younger years before college, and it was easy for her to know who was after her for her looks and money. If we weren't gaming together, we were chilling together on the couch watching movies or working on our individual assignments at the table. Point is, she was the best housemate ever, being so easy to get along with, and knowing her limits with the house. She rarely brought anyone over, and if she did, she would get permission from me and clean up after to ensure everyone got the best out of the experience. Did I mention she was loaded? To my surprise, she would easily be able to afford buying her own property, but she refused to spend frivolously. Why waste money when it would be better spent elsewhere on the newest games and more snacks for gaming sessions and movie marathons, or even better, saved for the future?

Spending that much time with her at home slowly led me to develop a crush on her. It wasn't a common occurrence for a housemate to not only be top tier in morals and ethics, but for her to look like the princess of Japan. With her shoulder length ginger hair and a dazzling smile that showed her teeth and gums, along with her bright brown eyes that crinkle with her smile, she was someone that would not be out of place if she was on a painting in a Japanese history museum. Her face was decorated with a number of beauty marks; one on her forehead, one on both her cheeks, one on her nose bridge, another on the left of her nose, one on top of her lips, one below, and one on her chin. Even her body had some. One on her neck, one on her left shoulder, and one on her tummy. These beauty marks, specifically on her face, looked like a constellation in the night sky. She could be doing mundane things like noting words down on a notebook or pouring herself a cup of water, she seemed to execute every action with the elegance of a princess. Every time she looked at me, her hair seemed to fall in place, her side-parted bangs falling nicely to frame the side of her face, covering a bit of her right eye. This would be paired with her dazzling gummy smile or a slight curve of her lips and raise of her eyebrows. She was unhealthy for my heart and I had to try to hide my blush each time I would catch her eye. Knowing her perceptiveness, she probably had already picked up on my crush on her. I could never be sure though, since she had not mentioned anything in the year we've lived together.

"Strange," I muttered to myself, "she's usually home by now. Her classes end at 3pm today. Where is she?" I got up from the chair, wandering over to the hallway that led to both our rooms. Both doors appeared to be closed. "Huh. Guess I'll…"

A faint hiss of breath reached my ears. Maybe it was a figment of my imagination? Before I could dismiss it as so, another breath echoed out into the hallway. That sounded like Mina's breathing… What was she doing? She was home?

I tiptoed my way towards the sounds, each one bringing me closer to my destination. Without noticing, I had stopped in front of Mina's room.

A gasp this time. As my hand reached to knock on the door, I noticed that said door was slightly ajar. While I hesitated to peek in, curiosity won, and I leaned to look into her room.

"What the fuck?" My jaw dropped from shock.

Myoui Sharon Mina lay on her queen sized bed, her ginger hair splayed out, a halo on her pillowcase. Her back was arched, chest pushed out, taut nipples straining the thin T-shirt covering her body. One hand of hers gripped the sheets of her bed, balling them in her fist, as the other…

Her other hand was shielded by her legs, but it was obvious what she was doing to herself, with muffled slick and wet sounds emanating from between her legs. Her shorts were thrown haphazardly next to where she lay on the bed, her panties still around her hips. Both knees met each other as she clenched her thighs around her hand. Her beautiful eyes were squeezed shut, brows furrowed, her bottom lip trapped underneath the bite of her teeth in an effort to muffle whatever sounds her voice would make.

I almost let out a gasp of my own. Arousal shot straight down to my groin, my cock beginning to harden at the sight. Never in my wildest dreams would I expect to physically see my housemate fucking herself with her fingers. Sure, in the year I had fantasized a lot about her during my own relaxation sessions, but those would only remain as fantasies. I was a little bit ashamed to admit that prim and proper Myoui Sharon Mina was the object of a lot of my sexual fantasies. I always imagined her stripping for me, our lips locking and tongues meeting, as we made love with each other, or her bent over a desk while I took her from behind, or if I was having sex with her in missionary position on my bed. I had also dreamed up this scenario before, where it ended up with us having sex with each other. Many a night was spent thinking about her body under her clothes, from her average sized breasts under her T-shirts or sweaters, to her round ass under her jeans, or to her solid abs whenever she wore anything that showed her core muscles. However, never would I have ever thought that this would come true in reality.

"Aaah~..." A moan broke my reverie. Mina had moved her left hand from balling the sheets to cup her right breast over her shirt, kneading the soft flesh. She whimpered at her own ministrations, before pinching her erect nipples over the T-shirt. "Mmmh~ fuck..." She shifted on the bed, panting at the exertions of her right hand between her legs, and the pleasure she was giving herself. Each time she pinched her nipple, she would arch her back a little, before biting her lip and letting out a soft "Mmmf~".

I knew I should retire to my room and leave her alone. This was an invasion of her trust and privacy, and my peeping on her, whether accidental or not, was not something I should be doing. However, I could not will my eyes to tear away from the sight of Myoui Sharon Mina fucking herself with her fingers. While I could not see what she was doing to herself, I could only assume she was circling her own clit through the motions of her forearm. My dick was straining against my jeans now, and I squeezed it to alleviate some pressure. Mina now had swapped to her left breast, and she had stopped biting her lip, opting to just pant in pleasure.

I was sure my underwear was ruined by now, with the amount of pre-cum I was producing. Unable to take the straining, I unzipped my jeans and let my bulge out. I did not want to pull my dick out or jerk off as she could catch me as I caught her, and that would easily ruin our current friendship beyond repair. Shit, this wasn't the dream I envisioned at all…

"Aaaagh~! Fuck it!"

Mina's unusually loud exclamation of frustration echoed out of her room. I looked up from my actions with my pants in time to see her fingers hook under the waistband of her panties and aggressively rip them off her hips. She kept her eyes shut as she raised her hips to allow for herself to remove the offending undergarment. Pulling harshly at her panties, she raised her legs up and flung them to a corner of her room, before yanking her shirt up to expose her breasts. Her legs returned to their prior position, with her thighs clenched around her right hand, circling at her most private of areas.

Another pang of arousal shot to my groin, and I felt more pre-cum flowing out of my dick. Holy fucking shit, Mina was a fucking goddess. As mentioned prior, her average breasts were fitting for her frame, but to see these same breasts naked… they were perky and smooth, and her nipples pert, the areola small. These same nipples were just as taut as they were under the T-shirt, their light brown a nice transition from the honey-fair skin she had. God, she was so fucking hot and I wished she would take me to bed with her. Before I could fully believe in my luck, Mina unknowingly took what might have been her killing shot at my health and well-being.

"Mmmh~ yes~!"

Mina's closed legs from before fell to their sides as she spread herself on the bed. Another rush of pre-cum shot out of my dick as I finally saw Mina's wet pussy for the first time. She was shaved clean, her pink lips spread and glistening with arousal. Mina's fingers were rubbing on her clit roughly, her left hand pinching her nipples directly now. She squirmed and whimpered with each tug on her own nipples, and the sinful words that left her mouth next almost made me moan out loud, had I not covered my mouth quickly.

"Fuck, yes, [Y/N], Aaaah~!"

Mina's middle and ring fingers penetrated her own pussy, as she moaned my name repeatedly. "Mmm~ fuck~ [Y/N]... aaah~ you're so big, so hot, mmmh~" Her fingers thrusted in and out of herself. I could see her drenched fingers each time she pulled out, showing how turned on she was. She angled her hand to allow for the pad of her thumb to rub her clit, and her fingers appeared to curl inside her with each thrust. "Yes! Right there! Mmmf~ fuck!" Her motions seemed to get faster and faster, as she writhed on her bed at the pleasure she was feeling. I gripped onto my bulge, rubbing myself over my briefs. Mina's moaning of my name turned me on so much; my dick was twitching in its confinements. I was barely controlling myself, and I could feel my willpower slowly leaking away. However, I disciplined myself and kept myself from going further than that.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Shit! That feels so good, fuck~! I'm so close, I'm so close, fuck! [Y/N], fuck, [Y/N], I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum I'm gonna fucking cum on your cock, fuck, I'm gonna- aaAAAH~!"

Mina's hips bucked wildly as she thrashed in pleasure on the bed, her fingers fucking herself through her orgasm. I nearly came in my pants at the sight of her, as her loose hand gripped onto the bed sheets as an outlet for the pleasure wrecking her lustful young body. Mina's body glistened with sweat, her flushed skin wet from the sweat that formed from the exertion of her masturbation. She withdrew her fingers from her pussy, raising them to her eyes as she played with the strings of sticky fluid between said fingers. Mina then put her fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting out to clean them of the juices from her orgasm. The smile on her face depicted the afterglow of her orgasm. Her head tilted towards the door after, her eyes opening slightly as she panted heavily. The same pair of eyes appeared to have met mine, and I darted back to my room before I could verify. Panic coursed through my veins, and as I shut my room door too loudly for my liking, I leaned against the wall, face in my palms. I had no idea how I was going to face her if she really caught me peeping on her…

'Tomorrow's problems for tomorrow's me,' I told myself. For now, I had my issues to solve in the form of my arousal, and what better than a cold shower?

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[Mina's POV]

I'd caught [Y/N] peeping on me.

Well… this was mortifying. I'd been loudly moaning his name as I fucked myself and he'd probably watched every second of it.

Shit… his schedule today ends at 4pm… he could make it home in the time it took me to masturbate. How could I forget? Stupid me!

He did seem very happy to watch me though, evident from the hard bulge sticking out of his zipper and the wet spot that formed on his briefs…

How was this now a development in both our lives?

I'd returned home earlier that day, in the afternoon. The stress of the day was overwhelming; my assignment for a choreography was due soon and I still had lots to work on and practice. Furthermore, many other classes I took had assignments due, and I barely had enough alone time to myself as is. I moved to my room, changing from my school outfit to my home outfit, a simple plain white T-shirt and shorts. 'Fuck wearing the bra,' I thought, 'finally I get to be free of it. It's not like [Y/N] returns home soon anyway.'

I made a trip to the kitchen for a cup of water. It was rare to get some alone time at this point of the semester, and the stress was getting to me. As I leaned on the kitchen counter, drinking from my cup, my brain led me down a train of naughty thoughts.

'You're home alone, Mina. [Y/N]'s not here. You're stressed and you haven't masturbated in weeks. What's stopping you now? He doesn't come home early today…'

It was true, I was pent up for weeks and desperately needed a good orgasm. Every day was spent working on my assignments or choreographing something. I needed a release and it had been a while since I'd fingered myself. Heat pooled at my stomach; the need to masturbate had increased tenfold.

I returned to my room, giving the door a half-hearted push, and making myself comfortable on my bed. Rubbing myself over my shorts, I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. My thoughts were a mess at the beginning, but they slowly coalesced into the form of my housemate.

[Y/N] was a solid housemate. Ever the respectful man, he was never rude and unpleasant to anyone he knew, and he made it a point to be especially polite to any service staff he had the pleasure to meet. Every time I went out with him to restaurants or diners, the waiters or waitresses always received the utmost respect from him, and if he could tip them, he could. 'They are doing their best, and I'm sure any bit helps' was his reasoning when questioned. He cared for me a lot, always offering me a listening ear and advice when required, and I will never regret my decision to ask him to cuddle with me once when I was really down in the dumps. He became my best friend and my rock within the year we've lived together, and it wasn't difficult to end up crushing on him. He was able to lead me through my indecisiveness and take my hand through so many issues I'd face, and he knew how to be playful and have fun, such as dissing my many admirers or any stupid characters in movies in humorous ways. This man was my ideal type.

As I felt my arousal grow at the thought of [Y/N], I thought of all the times I saw him shirtless at home. As if it wasn't enough to be my ideal type of man already, being able to lead me and be playful and mature when required, he was lean, fit, and tall. I'd seen him return home after going for jogs, or when he'd work out at home. His body, shining with sweat, droplets cascading down his broad shoulders to his defined chest, running over his beautiful six-pack abs… His thick biceps and triceps…. This man was not built like a bodybuilder; I know my descriptions make it seem like he was one but he was just one sexy lean and fit man. I wonder what he packed between his legs...

My thoughts wandered to the times I've seen him flushed and panting after the exertion of workout, and I wondered if he'd look and sound the same if he was flushed and panting from jerking his cock… I imagined him lying on his bed, jerking his cock. Fuck, I was getting so wet, and there wasn't enough stimulation over my shorts…

At this point, I was breathing a little heavier from the pleasure coursing through my veins. I raised my hips, pulling my shorts off my hips and haphazardly flinging it to the side of the bed. My right hand returned to my pussy, rubbing it all over my panties. My nipples had hardened from arousal over the course of my ministrations and they were now tenting the loose tee I had on. My other hand gripped the sheets, seeking an outlet with the pleasure I felt. Rubbing my clit over my panties felt really good, but I hungered for actual contact. Slipping my hand under the waistband of my panties, I sought out my clit. The first contact of my fingers and my clit led me to buck my hips involuntarily, letting out an "Aaah~". My knees knocked against each other as I clenched my thighs around my hand.

As I rubbed circles around my clit, I imagined [Y/N]'s fingers on my pussy. I imagined his fingers rubbing my clit the same way I was now, as he leaned over me shirtless, lowering himself to bring his lips to mine. I bit my bottom lip, hissing in pleasure, as I imagined him licking at my lips and meeting my tongue with his, frenching me as he pleasured my pussy just the way I liked. God, this fantasy was making me so wet; I felt my juices flowing out of my naughty pussy and wetting my fingers. If this carried on, I'd surely end up wetting my underwear.

My fingers kept circling my clit as I arched my back, pushing my nipples against the thin material of my T-shirt. "Aaah~ fuck~" I moaned, my fist balling the sheets under me. I bit my lip again, keeping my vocal outlet to hisses and releases of breath. I kept circling my clit, refusing to give in to the temptation to play with my own breasts.

In my mind, [Y/N] had stopped frenching me and had turned his attention to my neck. I imagined his tongue running a line from my collarbone to my neck, before he bit onto my earlobe. I imagined him whispering to me, "You're mine now, Mina. All mine…" I writhed on the bed at the thought, leaning my head to the left, exposing my neck to the [Y/N] in my fantasy. As he left butterfly kisses down my neck, I imagined him pulling back up and asking, "Ooh, what's this?" as he reached for my right nipple. I released the tightly balled sheets from my iron grip, timing my movements with my fantasy. Imaginary [Y/N] tugged on my nipple, fondling my right breast over my T-shirt. I could not resist the moans that left my lips, and I let the fantasy run wild as I rhythmically tugged on my nipple, my fingers now teasing the entrance of my pussy, coating my fingers in my fluids.

"Mmmf~ fuck~" The wet, slick sounds of my fingers playing with my pussy echoed in my room, as I prepared to penetrate myself. I was very pent up now, as I imagined myself stripping naked to let imaginary [Y/N] fuck my slutty pussy with his hard cock. I couldn't take my own teasing any longer.

"Aaaagh~! Fuck it!" I hooked my thumbs to the waistband of my panties, frantically pulling them off myself. Pulling up my shirt to expose my bare breasts to the cool air, I began to fondle myself, ignoring the volume of my moans. I spread my legs wide, letting the [Y/N] in my mind see how wet I was for him. At the same time, I circled my clit for a short while more before penetrating myself with my middle and ring fingers, imagining a naked [Y/N] penetrating my wet pussy with his hard cock. I moaned his name out loud at the pleasure from my fingers. My pussy sucked my fingers in, squeezing them in a vice like grip. My tight pussy refused to let my fingers go, and I released a loud exclamation and moan of [Y/N]'s name. I was so fucking wet now and wished [Y/N] was fucking my pussy for real.

"How does my cock feel in your pussy, babe? How does it feel having me fuck your wet slutty pussy?" I began to thrust my fingers in my pussy, my other hand gripping my breasts hard, mimicking the imaginary [Y/N] fucking my slutty body. "Mmm~ fuck~ [Y/N]... aaah~ you're so big, so hot, mmmh~," I moaned out, "you fuck me so good, so fucking good~ aaah~ I need more of your cock~"

I angled my hand to be able to both thrust in my pussy and rub my clit directly. "Yes! Right there! Mmmf~ fuck!" With practiced ease, my fingers rubbed the rough patch on the front of my pussy on each thrust, and it did not take long before I was on my way to orgasm.

I could hear [Y/N]'s gruff voice in my ear as I worked my way to orgasm. "You're mine, Mina. I'm gonna fuck you until you cum on my cock, and I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum. Take my cum, slut." Imaginary [Y/N] began to pound my pussy as I simulated his thrusts through the use of my fingers. My pussy got tighter and wetter with each thrust, each tug of my nipples fraying the tense rope keeping me from falling over the edge. I was so close, so fucking close… I needed to cum hard...

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Shit! That feels so good, fuck~! I'm so close, I'm so close, fuck! [Y/N], fuck, [Y/N], I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum I'm gonna fucking cum on your cock, fuck, I'm gonna- aaAAAH~!"

My pussy squeezed my fingers within as a rush of fluid sprayed onto my fingers and palm. My hips bucked uncontrollably as I carried on thrusting through my orgasm to prolong the pleasure, my free hand dropping back to the sheets and gripping them as I writhed in pleasure, riding out the orgasm I desperately needed. My tight pussy finally relaxed enough for me to pull out, and my lust-addled thoughts brought me to bring my fingers up to let me taste my own cum. I licked my own juices akin to my favorite ice cream, short licks harvesting my cum from my fingers into my mouth. I smiled at how naughty I was, imagining my lovely housemate railing my slutty body, wet and ready for him to fuck, fingerfucking myself to him, and then tasting my own cum. As I lay exhausted on my bed, I made myself comfortable, opening my shut eyes to catch eye contact with [Y/N], peeking through the crack in my open door, squeezing his bulge that stuck through the zipper of his jeans, the wet spot evident on his briefs.

[Y/N] darted to his room straight after, and I could not believe he had just watched and heard me fucking myself while fantasizing about him. Again, I was very mortified. How could I forget he came back early today??

I had so much to think about now… what do I do and how can I face him for dinner tonight?

Flashes of [Y/N]'s bulge whizzed past my mind again, sending a new wave of arousal down to my pussy. Fuck… what do I do now? Groaning in embarrassment, I divested myself of my tee, wrapping myself in a towel, grabbing clean clothes, and going for a shower.

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[Y/N's POV]

The cold shower did not help.

Throughout my shower, I was painfully hard. Every time I closed my eyes, I could hear Mina moaning my name, see her fingers thrusting into her wet pussy, the slick sounds of her arousal ringing in my ears, and the visual of her arching her back, her face frozen in a broken scream, hips bucking wildly as she fucked her own pussy through orgasm, and her naughty smile as she licked her fingers clean.

I sighed in resignation at my current situation. It was clear that I'd have to deal with this issue myself over the next few days and try to maintain a normal relationship with Mina. Opening the door to the bathroom while drying my wet hair, I met Mina's wide brown eyes staring back at me, her bare arm reaching out for the door handle. Looking down over her body, I gasped in shock. Mina had styled her messy hair a little bit, but she was still visually sweaty and sticky from her earlier exertion. However, she was clad in nothing but a towel, her other arm carrying her fresh clothing to change to. My eyes roamed over her body; bare shoulders exposed, the smooth skin still a little flushed, yet so desirable. Her defined collarbones next, then down her bare arms, my eyes darting to her chest and down her torso, to her bare legs. I felt myself grow hard as I stared at the hint of cleavage above her towel, then to her bare legs, swapping between both parts of her body. I looked back up at Mina's face, which was coloured red by a blush. The constellation of moles on her face shone to my eyes, which trailed down each mole before locking on her brown eyes.

She was a work of art. Her parents' masterpiece. Not only was she such a pleasure to be friends with, she was (very) easy on the eyes, and her body was downright fucking sinful. God knows the things I'd do to get to bed her…

"[Y/N]?" Mina's soft voice snapped me out of my daydreams. Slapping a hand over my eye, I exclaimed out my apologies, pulling the door open and letting her in, before running out of the bathroom back to my own room.

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[Mina's POV]

I knew I had [Y/N] in the palm of my hand.

I knew what I was doing wearing only a towel. I knew he would go for a shower straight after, hearing the bathroom door close straight after.

He peeped on me. I wasn't angry that he did, after all, this was a bit of a fantasy of mine and it was turning me on so much knowing he watched me fuck myself thinking of his cock in my pussy. However, he peeped on me, and it was only fair for me to use the same body he peeped on to tease him.

I want to push him to his limit. How much of me can he take before he masturbates to me like I did to him?

[Y/N] has a moderately strong moral and ethical code. On a night where we were both drinking, under the influence of the liquid courage, I quizzed him on what he would do if he caught a girl masturbating to him. I'm sure it put a lot of thoughts to his head, but he had a genuine and serious look on his face when he told me he would not take advantage of or touch himself thinking of it. Those were her private times and if he came across it, he would try his best to ignore it as much as possible, though he did admit that if it really happened, he would not be able to resist watching…

Lesser men probably would have taken advantage of the girl in such a vulnerable state.

He was so cute, embarrassed yet trying to give me a proper answer while attempting to subtly check out my body. It was clear who the girl in his mind's eye was.

Oh yes, his feelings. Clear as day. I wanted him to confess first though. I never got the courage to. :(

Well, everyone has their weaknesses. Lord knows if I found him masturbating to me, I'd watch him too...

I giggled as I turned on the shower. He wouldn't know what awaited him. After all, everyone had their dirty desires deep down, and innocent shy homebody Myoui Mina also had her own perverted desires, and that involved teasing and seducing her sexy housemate until he broke, ultimately leading him into her open arms and into her bed.

As I lathered myself in soap and gave myself a good clean scrub, I thought back to earlier, when I caught eyes with [Y/N]. I focused on his bulge sticking out of his zipper and the wet spot of precum at the tip. He was so turned on by me and my body… My clit throbbed and I felt myself get wet again.

'I guess this is round two for me,' I thought, as my fingers reached down to my pussy again.

"Mmmf~"

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[Mina's POV - Post Shower]

Ah, what a relaxing shower…

I walked over to the kitchen, hearing the sizzle of a hot pan. I carried on drying my wet hair, walking into the kitchen. "Hey [Y/N], good evening," I greeted with a smile. [Y/N] seemed to jump at my voice, looking anywhere but at me, his skin flushed. "Ah! Err… good evening Mina, dinner's almost ready." I smirked, walking over to him as he turned back to the pan, one hand nervously scratching at his neck.

"Yaaah~, why're you so red? Are you ill?" I grabbed [Y/N]'s hand, pulling him to face me before putting my hand to his forehead. "No, you're fine…" I pouted, whining and shaking to act cute for him, "nnnhhh~, you're not looking at me when I talk to you. What's wrong?" I pinched both his cheeks and pulled him to look straight into my eyes as I puffed my cheeks, pout still in full force.

I thought it was impossible for [Y/N] to get any redder. I was quickly proven wrong as he froze for a short while, before quickly darting out of my grasp to attend to the sizzling pan. I whined again, "Oeiii~ reply me reply me reply me reply meeee~" as I poked his arm rhythmically.

"N-nothing, Mina, I'm okay…" He sounded so shaky. I laughed, poking his cheek and leaving to hang up my towel and get ready for dinner. "Tease ya~"

As I hung up my towel, I internally squealed at how cute he was being flustered. I would have never been brave enough to do this, but circumstances now had clearly changed, and I had power over him… the smile on my face quickly turned devious. I would tease him even more soon…

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[Y/N POV]

Mina was killing me. She was out for my blood.

Not only was it bad enough to have the image of her nubile and supple naked body burnt into every corner of my mind and the sound of her orgasm ringing in my ears, she came to the kitchen in another clean oversized tee and shorts. Although this wasn't any different attire at home in the past year, knowing that this was the most comfortable homewear to her, the fact that I knew what she looked like under those layers and how she sounded in her most intimate and vulnerable of times, I could not help but feel a deep lust for her that I had to fight to control. I'd been painfully erect for a while now and I clearly needed to quit thinking about it. To make things even worse, her hair was wet and a little messy still, and a Mina with wet hair and bareface was even worse for my health than a made up Mina was.

I refuse to masturbate to her. She asked me once about what I would do if I caught a girl masturbating while thinking of me. I don't know if she was asking me because of a lack of inhibition due to the alcohol we were drinking, or if it was out of a burning curiosity. She was particularly eager to know my answer though. I told her that I would try my best to ignore it and leave, but… I had to admit I probably would fail and watch…

At that time, I was already deep in crush with her, and my mind instantly wandered to imagining her on her bed fingering herself to me. I could not control myself from checking her body out before answering, and while she adorned a gentle smile as she waited patiently, her eyes twinkled with mirth. Visions of her with a hand between her legs, her grinding her pussy on a bed frame, her arching her back in orgasm, her pussy gushing as she bucks wildly, streams of cum squirting out and forming puddles on the floor… I had to fight these thoughts to answer her quickly before it started getting weird.

I invaded her privacy. It was not right for me to act on the events I had viewed. I knew if she did not know that I had seen what she was doing, I was technically in the clear… and this current notion of not acting on the visuals of her was probably hypocritical, as I had clearly spent many nights in the past year bringing myself to orgasm through imagining her beautiful body...

I did not know what to do with myself.

"Hey [Y/N], good evening."

I felt so embarrassed jumping at the sweet sound of her voice. "Ah! Err… good evening Mina, dinner's almost ready." I couldn't look at her for longer than a second.

"Yaaah~, why're you so red? Are you ill?" She pulled my arm, getting me to face her with her left hand, and raising her right, landing the knuckles of her fingers to my forehead. "No, you're fine…" She began to pout, sending my heart rate up. Stomping her feet, she whined and shook herself, swaying my arm with both her hands on my left wrist. "Nnnhhh~, you're not looking at me when I talk to you. What's wrong?" She pinched both my cheeks, then squished my face in her hands. She locked eyes with me in a mock glare, her cheeks puffed out akin that of a chipmunk or squirrel, and the same pout from earlier still being weaponized against me.

How could I look at her? I was so ashamed that I peeped on her. Furthermore, all I could think of was that the fingers on my forehead were the same fingers that were in her pussy and fucked her to satisfaction, and the same fingers she licked her orgasm off of.

I leaned a bit into her touch, feeling the cold of her hands on my cheeks. The aroma of her buttermilk body wash enveloped my senses, the only sound audible being my heartbeat. I could feel the heat of my face, and I felt so shy and uneasy in her hands. She'd never initiated this type of skinship with me before, and her hands were so smooth, her aroma so intoxicating, and she looked so adorable with puffed cheeks and pout on her face.

"Oeiii~ reply me reply me reply me reply meeee~" She poked me in the arm repeatedly. I felt faint. The pout never left her face and her high-pitched cutesy voice made her so much more lovable...

How could someone so sexy be so adorable?

"N-nothing, Mina, I'm okay…" Fuck, I sounded so unsure of myself.

She giggled, her eyes evidently showing her amusement and mischief. "Tease ya~." She poked my cheek, exiting to the balcony to hang up her towel.

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Mina wasn't done with me.

Dinner was so awkward together since I had been shocked into silence from today. I couldn't even take glances at Mina without a mix of arousal, shame, and shyness. Every time my eyes met Mina's, she would smirk at me.

"[Y/N], are you okay? You're so shy today, did something happen? Hehehe"

… was that a hint? Did she see me?

No, no, no.

No no no no.

There's no way.

I blushed redder.

"You can tell me anything, you know?" She giggled again, a coy smile curving her lips. "I'll try to help you just as you've… helped me…"

My cock strained against my shorts.

Her tone seemed to hint to me that she knew of my viewing of her, but her smile had become half coy and half genuine. I did not know what to feel.

"Okay, thanks Mina."

Dinner was uneventful after as we both ate our fill.

Everything that had transpired today kept replaying in my mind. I really needed to sleep over today. I rose from my chair, getting ready to clear up and wash the dishes.

"[Y/N]!" I felt Mina come from behind me, her arms wrapping around my torso in a back hug. She embraced me tightly, tiptoeing to reach my ear, whispering to me, "Thank you for dinner today, hehe." She squeezed a little tighter.

I could feel her soft breasts pushing against my back. Her hot breath at my ear gave me a shudder, her lips nearly touching my ear. Her scent once again enveloped my senses, and I leaned back into her touch a bit. "Ah! Y-you're welcome, Mina."

I could hear her smile, and next thing I knew, I could feel her soft lips land near my nape, just above my collarbone. I audibly gasped, another shudder running through my body. I whipped around, stumbling backwards a bit away from Mina, my left hand reaching up to the spot she had just left a kiss on. Her lips were puckered slightly, slowly morphing into a smile. "Good night, [Y/N]." She turned around, skipping from the kitchen back to her room.

She was seducing me and I had to shamefully admit it was working.

I blushed. Her boobs were really soft.

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[Mina's POV]

In the safety of my own room, I jumped onto my bed, squealing into my pillow. [Y/N] was so cute!!! I was out to fluster him with just words but I ended up probably turning him on and getting to finally hug and kiss him like how I would in my daydreams.

This man was so turned on during dinner. I did not intend to hug him, but I had a rush of confidence and decided to follow my heart, and I could feel his shudders with my breath on his ear and my kiss on his neck. In my hug, I made sure to squeeze him tight, and I'm sure he felt my chest on his back… I hope he liked that.

I'm so happy he liked what I did today.

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I woke up the next morning, a large smile on my face. Picking up my phone, I viewed the notifications from last night and the early morning.

Text from [Y/N]: Hey Mina, I'm going to school for a consultation session. Will be back at 12pm.

It was 10am now, and on a Friday. I had no classes on a Friday, and neither did he. Tonight was our gaming night, and… now I had three days to break his resolve.

He was my prey now, and I'm determined to get what I want.

Getting up from my bed, I stretched upwards. I had a really good few days to sleep in, and a few days to try to seduce [Y/N]. What's not to love about the weekend?

Heading to the bathroom, I passed by the wall mirror hung up in the hallway. God, I looked good this morning. I had slept the night prior in a thin T-shirt and boyshorts, forgoing the bra for comfort, of course. Sure, my hair was messy from sleep, but I knew for a fact I looked really good today. Snapping a few pictures with my phone, I smirked to myself. I couldn't help but think, 'It's not every day I feel this good, why not take more pics of my body?' Raising my shirt to reveal my breasts, I bit onto the hem of my shirt as I snapped a pic. I then took off my shirt, snapping more pics of my bare chest, before stripping bare and taking more photos of my nude body. I looked so hot. 'Maybe one day I could send these to [Y/N],' I thought, 'Investment.'

Putting my clothes back on, I proceeded to the kitchen for breakfast

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"I'm home!"

I rose from my place on the couch, calling out "Okaeri". As [Y/N] walked into the living room, I stretched upwards, smiling in content at the comfort. When I opened my eyes, [Y/N] was furiously blushing once more, and his eyes were locked onto my chest.

Oh right, I'm not wearing a bra.

Well, I didn't plan this… but sure, I'm gonna make use of it.

"Like something you see~?" I swayed my hips a bit as I made my way to him. Pulling my shirt down a bit to show my cleavage, I bent down a little as I looked him straight in the eye with a smile. I could see him short circuiting; his eyes were locked on my boobs, and he might have actually forgotten how to breathe. [Y/N] shook his head, looking away while pulling my shirt up for me. "You can't do this, Mina! A lady shouldn't be doing this!" Such a cutie, flustered and horny at the same time.

"Nnngh~, why not?" I turned up my cuteness, hugging his arm and pulling it right between my breasts. Coy smile in place, I locked eyes with him, seeing him redden. "Mina, you're not usually like this. What's gotten into you?" I smirked, tiptoeing to reach his ear. "Maybe… I want you to watch me," I whispered. [Y/N] recoiled in shock, out of my grasp, but I just winked at him, pushing my hair up with my left hand, sultrily whispering once more, "Only look at me."

[Y/N]'s eyes were still switching between my face and breasts, and I was sure he could see my nipples tenting the T-shirt. His eyes travelled down to my boyshort panties and smooth milky legs, then to my thigh gap. I was starting to get horny from the pure lust displayed in his eyes as he checked out my body.

I was riling him up as much as he was riling me up, and I loved playing with him like this. Sure, maybe I might be acting very slutty right now, but I know that he wouldn't give in to me so easily, and I want to break his resolve before I take him. I want him to want me as much as I wanted him yesterday, and I want to see him cum for me while moaning my name as he jerks himself off.

I would have never done this if I did not know how much he enjoyed watching me fuck myself to him, but with how turned on he was and how he feels about me, both romantically and morally, I think I'm not going to care too much about image…

"My eyes are up here, [Y/N]," I drawled, "Unless you want me to show you more~" As I prepared to strip myself of my shirt, he grabbed my hands and pulled my shirt down. "NO! Nonono, Mina, that's fine, that's fine."

So red. So flustered. So cute. So… vulnerable.

I giggled. "Come on, let's get lunch! What do you wanna order?"

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I could feel [Y/N]'s eyes roam over my body throughout the afternoon. I made sure to sway my hips a bit more when I walked, stretch more to show my chest, and show more of my legs to him. God, his lustful eyes when he thought I wasn't looking… I could feel myself getting bolder as he watched me.

Maybe I've got an exhibitionist kink… but only for him.

I want him to look at me more…

I snuggled up next to him, feeling him stiffen. He shifted in his seat, unsubtly arranging the pillow covering his lap. "Hehe, you're so stiff… is there something wrong?" He averted his eyes from me, a restless drumming of his fingers tapping a rhythm into the pillow. "No, Mina, nothing's wrong…" He trailed off, as if uncertain of his own answer. Then, in a move of confidence, I straddled him, kneeling over the pillow on his lap. "Then why won't you look at me?" I pouted, resting my hands on his shoulders. He turned to me, before snapping his head to the left again. "Mina! What-?! No, no, stop!" Grabbing his face with my hands, I turned his head to face my eyes. "You can look, I don't mind~"

[Y/N] seemed to have overheated. I giggled, getting off him. "I'm gonna go shower, enjoy yourself!"

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[Y/N's POV]

Mina was making it really hard for me not to jerk off to her.

She probably knows I saw her.

"Maybe… I want you to watch me"

"You can look, I don't mind~"

Coming home to an essentially almost naked Mina was a very… welcome surprise. A braless Mina only in a tee and panties was a dream I'd had for ages. Furthermore, she made sure to get her body in contact with mine, and give me the most amount of time to check her sexy body out.

God, her nipples tenting her shirt and that fucking thigh gap… I just wanted to rip her clothing off and fuck her pussy until she squirted all over the floor and I filled her hole with my cum.

I couldn't stop looking at her nipples, her legs, and that juicy ass in her boyshorts. She was quickly eroding my self control, and I really needed to rub one out soon… To make things even worse, she straddled me, giving me an eyeful of her body and the vision of what it would be like if she rode me. My resolve was quickly eroding, and it hadn't even been 24 hours since I watched her.

Mina's deep "You can look, I don't mind~" rang in my mind once more. I shook my head at the intrusive thought. I really wanted to keep looking, but I didn't feel like it was right to do so. This wasn't the usual Mina I was living with, it felt like this was Sharon Myoui instead, the more confident and sexy version.

Myoui Mina and Sharon Myoui were two sides of the same coin. Mina was the soft spoken homebody that giggled at the ending of spoken sentences, the girl that fluttered her legs when she was elated, waddled like a penguin when she walked, would gush and coo at how cute penguins and dogs were while "vibrating" by jumping and alternating between both left and right feet, and whose eyes would turn into crescents when she smiled her gorgeous gummy smile. This Mina was dorky and usually would be in the background doing something hilarious and cute.

Sharon, however, was the side of Mina when she got serious, when she was determined to obtain something she wanted. Sharon was basically the 'leader' part of Mina, when she took charge and made things happen. This side of Mina appeared if she was put in a leadership role, and she led with efficiency and high standards. This Mina was blunt and determined with endless fire and desire to succeed, and… this was the hottest Mina. She intimidated and aroused me a lot with this facet of her personality, and I… I would bottom for her if she came for me like that. This Mina knew what she wanted, and she knew she would get exactly what she wished for and how to obtain that success.

Now that she had locked the Sharon Myoui facet of her personality to me, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would give in. She'd given me a smug smirk as she left for her shower, and I basically just wet even more of my ruined briefs.

I refuse to jerk off to her.

My thoughts were interrupted by Mina calling my name, waving a hand in front of my eyes while bent to keep eye contact with me.

Oh fuck, she did this on purpose… a hoodie and boyshorts only? And the hoodie is unzipped enough to show a lot of her cleavage? Is she trying to flash me?

Mina smiled her crescent eye smile, no gums this time. "Ah, there we go. You were quite distracted. What were you thinking about?" Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she smirked, seemingly knowing that her giving me and eyeful of her cleavage was causing me to overheat once more. "I'm gonna cook dinner, what do you want?" Mina asked, tilting her head to the right. Before I could give her an actual answer, my mouth moved quicker than my brain could filter. "You."

Oh fuck. Fuck. What did I just say?

Mina's usually soft brown eyes were now hardened with lust and desire. She straightened up, once again kneeling on the couch and straddling me, a leg on either side of my thigh. I gripped the cushion on my lap hard, a rush of arousal shooting straight to my hard cock. Fuck, it hurts… straining against my pants for so long did not feel good at all. She had the hood of her hoodie up when she first greeted me, and now that she was on top of me, she had raised her left hand to push the hood off her as she flicked her hair back. She bit her bottom lip and sank onto the cushion as I quickly retracted my arms to avoid touching her. Her weight fully rested on the cushion as her arms snaked around my neck and she shifted to keep level eye contact with me.

"Oh," she breathed, "are you sure?" Her intense gaze seemed to pierce into my very soul. She bit her bottom lip, grinding down on the cushion in a slow circle, her actions causing the cushion to rub on my cock pleasurably. A whimper escaped my lips at her burning gaze, her lust and animalistic desire to consume her prey evident, and the pleasure from her essentially grinding directly on my cock. One hand of hers slid down to the zipper of her hoodie, then she slipped the zipper down enough to show the valley between her breasts and the lack of a bra.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry!" I pushed Mina off me onto the couch, as I rotated and leapt off. I caught a glimpse of Mina's confused face turning into disappointment as I sprinted into my room and shut the door, sinking to the ground in embarrassment. Oh wait… I left Mina there. In disappointment. 'I have to fix that immediately', I thought, as I opened the door to my room.

"Mina I do want you, you're fucking hot as hell but not like this, I'm so sorry!"

Fuck, what was I saying?

Slamming the door shut, I winced, then rushed to fill the silence of my room with music.

'Ding!'

I looked at my mobile phone. Myoui Mina has sent you a message.

I opened the private chat we had, and threw my phone away in shock.

Mina had sent a picture of herself wearing the same hoodie, and only the hoodie. She sat on the couch, spreading her legs open to show her glistening pussy. Her hoodie was spread open to show her breasts and pert nipples.

Myoui Mina: This could have been yours if you'd just let me fuck you.

'Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!'

I had to look. A whole set of pictures.

The next picture consisted of Mina in the same position, but her free hand spread her pussy lips wide open for the camera.

Myoui Mina: Look at how wet I was for you.

Another picture - Mina now sent a picture of her fingers, wet strands of fluid stuck between said fingers.

A video now.

"Aaaaah~" Mina, in the video, was fucking herself furiously with her fingers on the couch. "Fuck~ [Y/N]~ you feel so fucking good~ fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna- [Y/N]~"

Mina's scream of pleasure was accompanied by the gushing of fluids from her pussy. Her free hand rubbed her clit hard, prolonging her orgasm. Squirt after squirt of her juices shot out of her orgasming pussy, the sound of the liquid splashing all over the floor.

A final voice note.

"I could've squirted all over your cock, [Y/N]. It's a shame I had to fuck myself to an orgasm… I wish you'd been the one to fuck me to an orgasm before filling my slutty pussy with your cum. Think about that, [Y/N]. You could've made me cum screaming your name just like I did in the video…"

--

I could not sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Mina grinding on the cushion on my lap, Mina biting her lips, Mina staring at me with pure lust and desire, Mina's pink pussy, shining with arousal, Mina fucking herself on her fingers, Mina squirting all over the living room screaming my name.

How was I going to sleep now?

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Mina's soft voice. "Oh, are you sure?"

Mina was grinding on my lap again, as she unzipped her hoodie to show me her breasts. "Look at me, babe." She pulled the hoodie off her shoulders, letting it slip off and pool around her forearms and waist, exposing her beautiful breasts for my viewing pleasure. She grabbed my hand, placing it on her left breast. "Touch me."

I fondled her breast, kneading and squeezing it as moans of pleasure left her lips. Mina then brought a hand to the back of my head, pulling me into a torrid kiss. When we broke for air, I bent down to suckle on her right nipple while I pinched and pulled at her left, causing her to grind down harder, which led me to groan at the increased sensations down below. Mina bent backwards, allowing me easier access to her breasts, as she stroked my head, whispering, "Good boy, that feels so good~ mmmh~"

"Stop." I looked up at her in confusion, as she got off my lap. Slipping both thumbs under the waistband of her boyshorts, she pushed them off. Strings of her arousal clung to her pussy and her boyshorts. As she let her underwear drop, she also pulled off the hoodie around her forearms, dropping it on the floor, leaving her naked in front of me.

She straddled me once more, pulling the cushion on my lap away. "Look at how wet you've made me, baby." Her voice was deeper than usual, her lust and desire evident in the breathy tone of her voice as her fingers spread her glistening pussy open in front of my eyes, while she leaned back, placing an arm behind her to support herself. Her fingers moved up to circle her clit, as she smiled slyly. "I wish you'd said yes, [Y/N]." Her fingers moved to rub her clit directly. "You could've stripped me. You could've taken me to bed. You could've fucked me and made me a slut for your cock."

She pushed two fingers into herself, hilting them at her knuckles. "Mmmf~ fuck," She withdrew her fingers, then thrusted back in, repeating the motion. "This… this could've been your cock, [Y/N]." Every alternate word was broken up by a moan as she pushed her fingers into herself. "Instead of… ahhh~ fucking myself- mmmf~ I… I could be- hnng~ cumming on your cock, aaah~"

Mina threw her head back, a guttural moan erupting from deep within her. Her fingers appeared to curl within her, stimulating her G-spot. "Fuck," the curse word was drawn out in a hiss, "fuck, fuck, fuck, that feels so good, fuck~"

My gaze travelled over her body. My hands moved to try to touch her, but Mina was quick to grab me. "Ah, ah, no touching from now on." She snapped her fingers with the hand that she was using to support herself, leaning forward to stare deep into my eyes. Her smile was coy, but her eyes were menacing, as if daring me to disobey. As I tried to move my hands, I found them bound behind me with zip ties to the bed frame. Wait… bed frame??

How did I get to her room?

Mina tipped my chin up, forcing me to meet her eyes. "Only look at me, darling. I want you to watch." She had withdrawn her fingers from her pussy; they were dripping with her juices. She lifted them to her own mouth, opening wide and sucking on her own fingers. I could see her tongue move, swirling around her digits, cleaning her fingers of her own pussy juices before she released them with an audible 'pop'.

My cock strained hard against my track pants. The bulge of my cock was painful, my precum staining through my underwear and forming a wet spot at the tip of the bulge. I squirmed under her, resisting against the ties. Mina looked down at my bulge, a big smile on her face. "I'm feeling generous today, darling. Because you've been so good today, you get to cum." She snapped her fingers once more, and I was now naked, lying on the bed with my arms around my head, still tied at the wrists to the bed. In the back of my mind, I questioned how she was able to manipulate reality to her will like that, but that thought was shelved when she sank down, pushing my cock against my stomach. Her pussy lips wrapped around the underside of my cock, and she began to rub up and down the length.

Mina smirked, her eyes glazed over, drunk in power. "Mmmf~ so hard for me, darling? Were you… aaah~... this hard when you… nngh~... watched me cum?" She ground down hard, reaching behind her to cup and play with my balls. Every few words of hers were broken up with gasps of pleasure. "Did me cumming while moaning your name feel good? Does it feel good knowing you're the reason I fuck myself? That this pussy cums for you?" Her thrusts on my cock were beginning to speed up.

"Mina-"

Mina glared at me, stopping her grinding on my cock. I squirmed, attempting to grind on her for my own pleasure. She raised herself up, just out of my reach. "Shut the fuck up. You're my slut now. My toy. My personal stress relief. You listen to me, and me only. Speak only if I tell you to. Speak up again and I will leave." She then leaned in, her eyes looking at my lips, then to my eyes. Her left hand caressed my cheek, before her thumb ran over my lips. "Be a good boy, and I'll let you cum…" She then snapped her fingers again, and I no longer could speak, just moan in pleasure for her ears.

Mina lowered herself once more, grinding down hard. Her pussy was leaking copious amounts of her juices, making a mess of both our crotches. Slick sounds echoed around the room, her wetness evident both visually and audibly. "Darling, are you gonna cum for me just like I came for you? Are you going to paint yourself white for me?" She grinded down forcefully, her pants turning to whines and whimpers, before turning to actual moans, of which each was interrupting her speech. "Cum for me, toy. Cum for me like I'm going to cum for you. Show me the load you'd put in my pussy. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna… fuck! I'm gonna-"

Mina's hips bucked up, her pussy gushing. The visuals of the first stream of her squirt prompted me to cum myself, my spurts violent. I could only feel the pleasure of my own orgasm; nothing else in the world mattered when everything was whited out. Dimly, I noted Mina's streams landing all over my body, drenching me all over, as well as the bed sheets. When I opened my eyes, I was covered in a messy mix of semen, sweat, and Mina's juices.

Mina's next words were "Wake up."

--

"Blurrgh!" I sat up awake in shock. What the fuck was that dream? Panting heavily, I leaned backwards, attempting to calm down my pounding heart. What the fuck just happened? Wiping my sweat on my brow, I stared at the ceiling in a daze.

As I shifted to kick the blankets away in order to dissipate the heat from my body, I could feel an uncomfortable stickiness all over my body… and even more at my crotch. Sure, I was sweating profusely and very warm from the dream, which explained the stickiness on my body… but on my crotch…

Oh. I'd ejaculated in my pants.

The large wet spot on the front of my shorts was evident enough that my cum had soaked through my underwear.

Fuck.

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[Mina's POV]

Yesterday evening, I sent [Y/N] his first nudes of me. Me fucking myself to a fantasy of him and then squirting all over his living room. If only he'd just given in and fucked me; its not like he didn't want my pussy. I would have squirted on his cock.

Fuck it. I'm gonna break him now.

If he'd just given in, I'd not only submit to him, I'd have been his slut to fuck. Now that he'd resisted me, I really want to break him and make him my slut.

Shy [Y/N], so cute and flustered under me.

Fanning my dirty thoughts away, I prepared to shower and take my leave to the dance studio for practice.

--

"Thanks for today guys! I'll stay back for a bit more practice!"

I waved bye to my fellow classmates, before returning to the studio. While I did intend to practice more, I also really wanted to send [Y/N] something naughty. Locking the door, I giggled to myself.

I was wearing just a sports bra and yoga pants. I snapped a pic of myself, posing with a peace sign for the camera, before sending it to [Y/N].

'I am coming back a bit later, I'm working on something right now.'

Little would he know, I was working on taking my bra off my body. I was now topless in the studio.

'How do you like my body?'

I then decided to work my leggings and panties down my legs, stripping until I was nude. Fuck, I felt so naughty being nude in the dance studio. Kneeling on the ground, I began to snap a few pictures of myself.

'Did you have fun watching me cum?'

I then took a video of myself, running the lens from my face to my breasts, then down to my pussy.

'Maybe next time, all this would be for you.'

Smirking naughtily, I put on some music, set my camera to film, before proceeding to dance in the nude.

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[Y/N's POV]

Mina sent me more nudes.

She was testing my patience, and I wasn't the most patient person in the world when it came to her.

The video of her performing Taemin's Move nude was even worse - those hips, that stare, her thighs, her plump ass, the jiggling of her breasts each time she moved, and… oh my god, when she swung her right leg in a circle and flashed her pussy for the world to see… She was testing me and I was very close to failing.

As I watched the video with my earbuds plugged in, Mina popped her head into my room, waving cheerfully. "Konnichiwa, [Y/N]! Why're you so red?" I was ashamed to say I fumbled and dropped the phone in my hands.

Mina giggled, hiding her beautiful gummy smile with her hand. "Hehehe, watching something… naughty? Something personal?" She smirked cheekily, before announcing, "I've got something on soon, I'll be having lunch outside~ See you!"

I groaned after she left, proceeding for a freezing shower to get rid of my dirty thoughts.

Mina's body is divine.

--

I hummed a tune as the bacon sizzled in the pan. Breakfast for lunch seemed like a pretty good idea, and I couldn't resist bacon.

As I plated my bacon and eggs...

'Ding!'

Hmm, what was this?

Oh, fuck. Mina was sending me pictures again. This time, she was thankfully clothed, but what she wore was just as hot as if she had sent me pictures of her nude body. Her ginger hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she had on a beautiful suit. She appeared to be in the bathroom, seeing that a sink could be seen in the mirror she was using as a photography tool.

Holy fuck.

Mina knew of my weakness for suits. I'd told her before that anyone that wore a suit was hot in my eyes because of how put together they looked. I'd admitted that people in a suit, especially ladies, sometimes made me intimidated and flustered.

A voice note this time. "Hi [Y/N] baby, don't you like how I dressed for you?"

Another picture came in. Mina now had her tie loosened, and her hand was pushing her hair back. The next picture had Mina with two of the buttons on her dress shirt unbuttoned, showing her cleavage, with her tie pushed aside. She had untied her hair, letting it frame her beautiful face.

"[Y/N]-ah, I'm stripping for you now… I know you like it~" A giggle. "Hehe, enjoy~"

Another picture. Mina's dress shirt was now fully unbuttoned, a lace bra cupping her perky breasts, her tie nowhere to be seen.

Even more pictures. Mina with her shirt unbuttoned, now without a bra, showing the valley between her breasts. Mina with the blazer around her biceps, off her shoulders. Mina without a blazer. Mina with the dress shirt now off her shoulders, around her arms, still covering her breasts but exposing the smooth, milky skin of her bare shoulders, and her defined collarbones.

'Ding!' Mina sent another picture, this time of her with the camera held up behind her untied hair, her bare back facing the camera, with her free hand held up in a peace sign.

With each picture, my dick grew harder and harder. She sent her killing blow next.

[ Myoui Mina is initiating a video call… ]

"Hey, [Y/N]~"

Mina was still in a state of undress, the camera held at face level, just enough to catch her bare shoulders and hints of her cleavage. The mirror behind her captured the beauty of her bare back.

"What the fuck, Mina? What're you doing?"

"Oh, darling~ you don't have to be so shocked, it's not like you haven't seen me before." She laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You had so much fun watching me finger myself to you. If I'd known you were watching, I'd have called you in so you could pound my pussy until you filled me with cum and my pussy milked all the cum from your balls."

The absolute filth spilled from Myoui Mina's lips was something I'd never have expected to hear in my lifetime. These few days showed that Mina was more than just my elegant, respectful, beautiful, and considerate housemate; she was also a woman with her sexual desires, wants, and needs, and she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. In this case, she wanted me, and this was her way of doing so, through usage of her supple body and knowledge of my thinking processes and what ticked my checkboxes.

"I still have presents for you, baby. Guess what I'm doing right now?"

"Mina, I… Mina, what?"

"Yaaah~ you're not answering my question~ I'm doing something just for you, baby. Only for you." She winked, giving me a long gummy smile. "I'll let you see, chotto matte yo~~"

The screen shifted, now showing the white ceiling of the bathroom she was in. I heard the sounds of her belt unbuckling, and a short zip sound, before the camera was picked up again.

"Hihi, baby!" She panned the camera down, showing me her magnificent body… Oh. Oh. Her hand was in her pants, seemingly rubbing circles around her clit.

"Fuck~ that feels so good, mmmf~... Baby, I'm touching myself for you again~ This time… let Mommy show you what she does to her pussy when she thinks of you."

A whimper escaped my lips uncontrolled.

"Did Mommy's words turn you on, baby? Are you hard and twitching for me? Whip it out for me, baby. Flip the view. Show Mommy how much you like what you're seeing." Her deep and sultry tone, punctured with the occasional gasp and moan of pleasure, sent streaks of arousal straight down to my twitching dick, now leaking lots of precum. I swapped the view of my camera, pulling my pants down to set my cock free of its confinements within my shorts.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking big… and so wet for Mommy. Jerk yourself for Mommy as Mommy strips for you." Mina propped the camera against the wall, turning around and pulling her trousers down with her panties. She bent over, flashing her ass and her drenched pussy to the camera as I jerked myself looking at her stripping. Mina turned around, placing her clothing out of the frame, standing in the bathroom naked.

"I'm glad no one ever comes here. Mommy can be loud and make a mess, and no one will know but you and me." Her lust-filled tone was turning me on more and more. Mina put her right hand down to her pussy, and her wrist curled up and she bit her lip and furrowed her brow, closing one eye. "Mmmf~, look baby," she put her hands closer to the camera, showing me the strands of her juices coating her fingers, "look at how wet Mommy is showing you what a slut she is. Mommy's a slut for your cock, baby. She wants your cock to fuck her pussy hard, to pound it until it cums and squirts all over you. Mommy wants you to fuck her until you fill her with cum and it leaks down her legs and thighs." She withdrew her hands from the camera, moving them back to her pussy as she picked up the camera and walked to an empty stall with a seating toilet, the cover already down. Sitting down on the toilet, Mina spread her legs, her fingers already penetrating her pussy and curling for her G-spot.

A sigh of pleasure released from Mina's open mouth as she leaned her head back. "Mommy's thinking… ah~... about your cock, baby…" Every few words she spoke were broken up with moans, sighs, hisses, or pants of pleasure. "I wish it was your cock in my pussy right now, baby. I wish you were kneeling and fucking into Mommy's slutty pussy as I spread for you. Don't you like that, baby? Don't you want Mommy's pussy around your cock?"

"Yes, Mina-"

Mina halted her actions. "What was that, baby?"

"I'm sorry, Mommy- fuck!" I jerked myself quicker, feeling myself edging slowly towards my orgasm at how Mina… no, Mommy had, so easily, made me submit to her.

Mina smiled. "What a filthy mouth. Mommy will let it slide this time, baby. Jerk yourself slow and good. I want you to come with Mommy. Not before, not after. Can you do that for Mommy, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy." I slowed my strokes down, disciplining myself to resist cumming first. Precum leaked out of the tip of my cock, lubricating the head. Whatever excess precum dripped to the ground.

Mina's bright smile on her face did not fit what filthy actions she was doing to herself, but that made it so much hotter. "Good job, baby. You're such a good boy. I promise you will enjoy your orgasm later. Hold on for me, okay?" She began to thrust faster and faster, moaning out loud each time her fingers curled over her G-spot. Her palm rubbed her clit with each thrust, slowly pushing her closer and closer to the edge of her release. "How does it feel, baby, to be watching me touch myself for you? Mommy's so wet and so horny watching you jerk yourself for her. Mommy's so happy you're dripping; it shows how happy you are to watch Mommy. Good job baby, I'm close, so close, fuck~"

"Mommy, fuck, I'm so close, so fucking close!"

Mina's sultry voice, broken with pants and moans, echoed from my speakers, "Yes, baby, cum for Mommy, cum with Mommy, fuck, I'm gonna, fuck-!"

"Fuck, Mommy, I'm coming!"

Mina's camera angle had switched to one from her point of view. The camera was now showing the door of the stall she was in, and her fingers furiously thrusting to bring herself to orgasm. Before she could finish her sentence, a long stream of fluid squirted from her pussy, her hand rushing to furiously rub her clit left and right, her squirt spraying all over the stall walls, floor, and door. She moaned gutturally as each stream exited, violent and strong. I could see her toes curling as she achieved her release.

The moment Mina squirted her first stream, semen shot out of the tip of my dick all over the floor. I bucked my hips into my hand, fucking my own hand to prolong my orgasm, as more spurts of cum shot out and created a puddle on the floor. As I collapsed to the floor, Mina's exhausted voice flowed to my ears, "Fuck baby, you came so much for Mommy… Good job, baby, Mommy came so much for you too." Mina's smile could be heard through the speakers. "You did so well for me… Mommy's proud of you. Now go clean up, Mommy will be back for dinner."

"Yes Mommy, thank you Mommy."

Mina giggled, the camera flipping to see Mina gazing at her drenched hand, covered in a coating of her squirt. Mina gave her hand multiple licks from top to bottom, as if she was sucking on a cock, all while her eyes never left the camera. I licked my dry lips, watching Mina clean herself.

"Maybe next time, it'll be your cock I'm licking."

[ Myoui Mina has ended the call. ]

My food was long cold by then.

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[Mina's POV]

As I rested on the toilet seat, recovering from my mindblowing orgasm, I smiled thinking of [Y/N]'s moans and submission to me. Making him call me Mommy turned me on so much that I'd squirted the most I had ever in my life; the stall I was in was covered in my juices. My squirt was flowing down the walls, the door, and dripping onto the ground, forming large puddles, as if someone had just showered.

Watching his cock spurt out so much semen was such a turn on, as well as knowing he'd just fucked himself for me. What an obedient little pet, so turned on and so wet just for me just by listening to my instructions. A good pet deserves a reward…

As I cleaned myself up, as well as the stall, and got dressed, I thought about how to seduce him one last time into my bed. I'm going to milk my pet for all he's worth.

I'm going to fuck him until I'm satisfied. I have waited long enough.

His reward will be my body.

--

"[Y/N], tadaima!"

I unlocked the front door to our shared apartment, dressed in the suit I'd used in our sex session over video. The aroma of fried rice wafted from the kitchen, accompanied by a "Shit!" and the sound of something dropping. Running to the kitchen, I was met with a red-faced [Y/N], picking up two spoons and forks from the ground. "Okaeri, Mo- Mina-ya." I smiled at his little slip of the tongue.

I walked over to him as he went to wash up the dropped utensils. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I leaned into his back, giving him a hug. "Thank you for cooking, [Y/N]." His body was so tense under my touch. He smelled really nice…

"Y-You're wel- welcome, Mina." His nerves were evident in his shaky and unsure voice. Turning him around as he dried his hands, I now embraced him from the front, burying my face into the crook of his neck. I felt [Y/N] finally wrap his arms around me, sinking into me just like I was sinking into his embrace.

"[Y/N]-ah, thank you for today too." I smiled at his sound of confusion, before I caressed his cheek with my hand. "Today's video call. I've never been so turned on in my life, and I've never cummed this hard before. And I did it with you. Thank you." With each word, [Y/N] got redder and redder, and he seemed to tense up, leaning away from me slightly, specifically his crotch. It was pretty clear why, but I did not want to embarrass him at this point. "Hey, don't get shy on me now," I said, flashing my gummy smile, "you've literally seen my naked body more than I've seen yours, from when you peeped on me to earlier today. I should be the mortified one here." Apologies spilled from [Y/N]'s mouth, but I silenced him with a finger on his lips. "It's okay, baby, I don't mind now, and I didn't mind then. However, I really have something I want off my chest now."

I took a deep breath in, then released it.

"Before I proceed with any of my other plans tonight, I kind of want to address the situation you caught me in on Thursday." I bit my lip, fiddling with my fingers. "Yes, I was fantasizing about you, and… I'm kind of ashamed you had to see that. I did not want to have you realise I think of you like that in that manner." Raising my hands to wrap around the back of [Y/N]'s neck, I stared into his eyes. "I like you, and I think you're hot."

[Y/N]'s eyes widened, before he pulled me into another hug, this one tighter than the rest. "Mina, thank you." His smile could be heard in his voice. "I like you too." As he withdrew, his hands trailed down my forearms to my hands, firmly clasping them in his. "I have something to say too. I'm sorry I peeped on you. I know you said you were cool, but I should have done better and not watched you. That was your private time and I should be respecting it, but I watched instead with perverted desires. This has been eating away at me, and I feel so sorry- mmph!"

I crashed my lips into his, yanking the collar of his tee to get him low enough to be able to take my kiss. I felt him lean into the kiss, reciprocating with as much desire for this as I had. As I pulled him closer, our kiss deepened, and my hands wrapped around his head while his arms wrapped around my waist.

We broke our kiss for air. I smiled, panting hard. "You were rambling, babe. It's okay, I'm fine with it. Let's have dinner before the food gets cold." I took [Y/N]'s hand, leading him to the table, draping my blazer over my chair, before proceeding to eat.

Dinner was a relatively quiet affair. [Y/N] couldn't hide his happiness as he seemed to have a dazed smile on at all times, and I was just watching him be his happiest. This was the cutest I'd ever seen him, and for the past year, I had seen so many moments of him being cute - when he was sleepy, when he was focusing on his work, when he was enthusing about his day or his interests, and that one time he cuddled me at my request. This was now the cutest I'd ever seen him and I was content just to watch him bask in his happiness.

I still want to bed him though.

--

As we walked back to our rooms after dinner, I stopped [Y/N] at my room. "[Y/N]-ah, wait." When he turned to face me, a smile on his face, I beckoned him with a wave. Tiptoeing to his ear, I whispered, "Shower with me." The look of disbelief on his face made me laugh. "I mean it, [Y/N], shower with me. I'll wait for you~"

Oh, the plans I have for him, and all of it ends with us sleeping together tonight.

Grabbing my towel from my room after untying my tie, I made my way to [Y/N]'s room. As I strided in, I grabbed [Y/N]'s hand, pulling him from his room. "Mina! I haven't picked my clothes yet! Mina!" I smiled at him as I carried on pulling him towards the bathroom. "You won't need those later, darling." Pulling him into the bathroom, I locked the door, then turned and pinned him against the wall, releasing the control I had on my lust for him.

"Mina?! Wha-?!" I forcefully pulled him in for a kiss, before releasing him and smirking. I rubbed his crotch over his shorts, pulling him for another forceful kiss, but this one softer and slower. His hands were also slowly roaming my body, first around my waist, then slowly moving downwards to knead my ass. Fuck, that felt so good…

I broke our second kiss. "Why don't you strip for me, baby?" I smiled, leaning back on the sink. I could see the arousal and fear rise in [Y/N]'s eyes, and as he set his towel down on the rack. I set mine down as well, before turning to him. "No, really. We're showering. Of course we're stripping. I'll strip too."

[Y/N] slowly pulled off his shirt, revealing inch by inch of his solid core muscles, his pectorals, his biceps, triceps… oh my God, he was so fucking hot. I couldn't help but just stare at the new amount of skin in my line of sight, forgetting to take off my clothing too. When he pushed his shorts and briefs down, I watched his hard cock spring out, and a rush of wetness flowed down my pussy. As he looked up at me, he rushed to cover his hard cock, sticking out in front of him. I laughed, before grabbing both his wrists and pulling his hands away. "It's okay [Y/N], it's natural. I'm wet for you too." He groaned, his dick twitching once. "Mina~," he whined, "don't say that! It's embarrassing…" Smiling, I moved closer to him and tiptoed to give him a peck on his lips. "You're so cute, [Y/N]. And… you're so big…" He groaned again, and I kissed him once more. "Fine, fine. I'm gonna strip now."

I could see his eyes darting to me and looking away as I unbuttoned my dress shirt. I'd already untied my tie in my room. He was very embarrassed and quite aroused as he looked at me undressing; the precum was starting to form at the slit on the tip of his red, angry, hard cock. How would that cock feel in my pussy? That thought made a rush of heat fill my loins. I pulled my shirt off, hands moving to unclip my bra, when I heard [Y/N] go, "Wait." He walked over, putting two hands on my arms, and turning me around. "It's awkward standing there… let me." His hands moved up to the clip of the bra. "Can I?"

Oh, he… that was so lovable of him. Beaming at him, I nodded yes. I felt his hands reach the clip, unclipping both ends of the bra. He aided me in removing it from my arms, and I took it off, turning around to show him my bare breasts. He gasped, eyes wide, staring at them, before closing his open mouth, unable to tear his eyes away. I giggled, tilting his chin up. "My eyes are up here, dummy, hehe."

"You're beautiful, Mina. Oh my God." The compliment took me off guard, my hands rushing to cover my face as I whined. "I'm shy~! Don't say that!" He laughed, pulling on my hands, then planting his lips on my forehead. Putting my hands down to the buckle of my belt, I undid my belt, then bent down, sliding both my pants and panties off me. I noticed a wet spot on my panties, and after I pulled the last of my clothing off and stood back upright, I could see [Y/N]'s red face, his eyes roaming my naked body, and his dick twitched once more, making my pussy wetter. "Let's shower, babe," I said, "if we wait any longer I might not be able to hold back." Pulling him into the shower, I turned on the water.

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[Y/N's POV - Post Shower]

The shower with Mina was uneventful. We were both kind of self conscious, but we got through the shower, albeit with a few lustful stares at each other, and smirks exchanged each time we caught each other. I could not believe my awfully sexy housemate was naked and showering somewhat comfortably with me. With that said, I was aroused almost all the time, watching a Mina with wet hair and droplets of water drawing streaks down the curves of her chest or the valley in the middle of her breasts, running down her toned core, her creamy thighs, her developed calves, and the worst of all - I'd watch some of the droplets run, and they'd reach her pussy… I had to tear my eyes away. I'd caught her staring at my own fit body too. Her hungry eyes ran over my arms, my chest, my core, down my legs, and every once in a while, right at my hard cock. We'd laugh each time we caught the other, but the sexual tension in the bathroom was so thick. It was clear what we would do post-shower, but I was hoping for something soft and slow, which I'd wanted with her for so long.

As I dried my hair off, I looked at Mina towelling herself off, her hair still wet. Reaching over with my own towel, I wrapped the towel around her head, drying her hair for her. She looked up at me in surprise, and all I could do was smile at how adorable she was. It was funny how a naked woman in front of me was the most adorable creature in the world at the moment, and not the sexiest. After we were dry, Mina smirked, and dragged me by the hand, leading us through the house naked. After hurriedly putting our towels out to dry, she dragged me to her room, giggling to herself as she pushed me onto her bed.

I leaned against the headrest of the bed, my eyes widening at how quick Mina was - she was now crawling towards me seductively, her lust and desire evident in her half-lidded eyes. Mina bit her bottom lips, her plump ass high in the air, her perky breasts swaying left and right as she crawled. My half-erect cock slowly hardened and grew, which Mina took notice of, and giggled. As she got closer, she rose up to straddle me, kneeling above my hard shaft. Lowering herself to meet me eye to eye, she wrapped her arms around my neck, putting her lips close to mine.

"Hi, baby." She smiled, my favourite gummy smile, with her eyes becoming slits. "Hey, Mina," I breathed, mesmerised by the juxtaposition of Mina's adorable smile in front of my face and the awfully sinful body she possessed, exposed to all of my sight. My eyes locked on to her thighs, the thick creamy expanse of skin just begging to be touched and caressed, and then to her breasts, which I'd always dreamed of fondling. Mina watched me check her body out for the umpteenth time, before tilting my chin up to meet her gaze. "Kiss me."

Our lips drew closer, feeling each other's hot breath on the other's lips. When our lips met, Mina seemed to push into me, her hands cradling the back of my head and neck while I loosely wrapped my hands around her shoulders. We exchanged multiple kisses, each of them short pecks, as our hands began to wander. Mina brought one of her hands down to my shoulders, then to my biceps, giving them a squeeze. Her other hand moved down onto my other shoulder, and she broke our latest kiss, staring lovingly into my eyes. "Mommy wants it slow with you, darling. Can you be good for me tonight?"

A whimper broke free from my throat as I nodded in submission, my cock twitching once. Mina being my Mommy was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard in my life, and knowing that I'd be her good boy turned me on so much.

Mina's smile graced her features once more, softening my heart once again. "You've been my good boy these few days, taking all my teasing so well. Tonight, Mommy will reward you with her body." She leaned in to touch her forehead with mine, another giggle reaching my ears. "Enjoy your reward baby." Giving me a final peck, she reached for my cock, giving it a tight squeeze, before gripping it and stroking up and down, her eyes once again lustful. "Does my hand feel good, baby? How does it feel?"

I had moaned at her first touch. Finally, there was some reprieve from the pent-up sexual frustration and tension between us for the past few days. Now, she was finally relieving me of some of the pressure I was feeling because of her. Her dainty fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking it up and down, sending sparks of pleasure up and down my groin. Even when she was masturbating me, she looked elegant, as if she wasn't indulging herself in sexual activity with her housemate, but instead, playing a musical instrument. As she stroked, she met eyes with me, expecting my answer. "F-fuck, Mommy, your hand feels so good, oh my gosh!" Mina stroked faster, her eyes gleaming with mischief, as she began to talk dirty to me.

"Mommy's been wanting your cock for a long time, baby. Each time I see you shirtless, I've always wanted to jump you and fuck myself senseless on your cock. Sometimes, I want to be under you as you make me your slut, your cum dumpster, and just a hole for you to fuck. Don't you like that, baby? Hearing me beg for your cum, fucking my tight body as and when you like, in any position you want?" Her hand sped up, her words conjuring mental images that took me closer and closer to my release. "Or maybe my mouth. You could be plowing my mouth, dumping your load down my throat. Maybe even my lubed ass, you could be fucking my ass until I squirt all over the bed and my thighs. Do you want Mommy to be your slut, baby? Mommy could just be three holes for you to cum in, baby. Mommy can be your cumslut, your personal toy to cum in, or cum on. How about that, baby?"

The filth from Mina's mouth was easily the hottest string of words to ever grace my ears. I'd wanted Mina for ages, but I'd never expected her to be this dominating. She began to thumb the head of my cock, spreading the precum at the tip all over. "So wet for Mommy, baby. Are you cumming soon? Do you wanna glaze Mommy with your cum? I'll let you cum on me. Take your choice, baby. Do you want to cum on my breasts, my abs? My thighs? My ass, my back? Choose quickly, baby." Her hand stroked harder, and I instinctively exclaimed "Your breasts!"

"Good choice, darling. Cum for Mommy, cover Mommy with your love!" Mina fell back, spreading her legs to let me flush myself to her as I jerked myself to orgasm. My first shot landed all over her right breast, the second landing on the left. The next few shots glazed her sweaty torso, adding to the glistening of her sweat. Mina watched my cock spurt, delight and lust adorning her features, as she watched her baby dirty her body. Her hand thumbed my cock head once more, collecting the stray drips of cum, before she brought the thumb to her lips, licking my semen off it, as if it were some delicacy. Her other hand began to collect the sticky mess all over her torso and chest, scooping it up and pouring it in her mouth. Her tongue swirled in her mouth, mixing the semen with her saliva, before she sat up, opened her mouth to show me my cum, then swallowing it, before showing me her empty mouth. She giggled, before shifting to allow me line of sight to her wet pussy. Mina spread her labia open. The wet sound of the lips separating sent arousal down to my softening dick. Mina noticed that, and smiled. "Take your rest, baby. Come, please Mommy."

I shifted Mina to rest against me, her back leaning against my body. Placing my head near her right shoulder, I began to kiss her nape and towards the shoulder, teasing her a little. I kissed her up and down her neck, breathing on it once in a while, which got her whimpering and shuddering in anticipation and pleasure. My hands wrapped around Mina's body, one snaked around her core to keep her flush to me, the other firmly grasped her breast, kneading it to pleasure her. I was finally touching her body, and I intended to worship it.

Mina turned to me, her neediness and lust evident in her expression and tone. "Darling, don't tease me. Mommy isn't so patient." I caught her lips in a passionate kiss, my tongue sliding against her lower lip for access. When she granted me access, our tongues met, lazily swirling against the other, as we made out with each other. We broke our kiss, panting. "Mommy, please be patient." I gave her a short peck. "I want to worship Mommy's body."

I returned to kneading her breast as I kissed her neck, sucking and biting on certain spots. I fingered her erect nipple, pinching it and circling it, leading her to moan beautifully, the outlet of her pleasure music to my ears. Knowing that what I was doing was pleasing her turned me on so much. My dick flared to life, slowly hardening against her back, growing in size and girth. This did not escape Mina's notice, as she giggled. "Hehe, someone's happy~" I smiled against her ear, whispering, "I can't wait to fuck your pussy, Mommy, but you'll have to wait." Mina shuddered at my breath hitting her, which I filed as a potential spot to focus on.

I switched positions with Mina, letting her lie on the bed. I cradled her head and placed her softly on the pillow, before I straddled her and began to work on her neck once more, marking her neck with hickeys as she moaned at my ministrations on her neck. I bit on her earlobe and sucked, and Mina twitched at the pleasure, a loud moan escaping her lips. She was so fucking sexy moaning like that, and I felt precum flow out of my tip. Furthering my actions on her earlobe, Mina writhed around on the bed in pleasure, moaning a mixture of "Baby", "[Y/N]", or wordless sounds of pleasure. I began to kiss down from her neck, giving her butterfly kisses as I journeyed to her clavicle. I gave her a few kisses on her clavicle, hot openmouthed kisses as I licked the sweat on her pleasured body. The salty taste of her sweat did not bother me; my objective was to worship her body and make her cum with my mouth and fingers.

My journey down her body brought me to the swell of her bosom, her beautiful breasts begging to be pleasured. They heaved with each of Mina's laboured pants, her pert nipples waving in the air, tempting me to suckle and bite down on them. My dick twitched at the thought, precum once again flowing down to reach the tip, a little bit spurting out and dirtying the sheets. Mina's breasts were gorgeous and I could lose myself playing with them if I was left unchecked. I began to kiss down her cleavage, giving each breasts alternating pecks, licking and tonguing her flesh. Her warm body reciprocated earnestly; she writhed in lust, moaning as I kissed up each breast and around her nipples, but not quite touching them. "Mommy, can I…" my question trailed off as Mina looked up and nodded vigorously, silently begging for me to finally touch her sensitive nipples. When my tongue came into contact with her left nipple, my left hand pinched and tugged at her right, leading her hips to buck as pleasure coursed through her veins. "Aaaah~," she moaned, her right hand coming up to grip my hair. I gave her hardened nipple a few sucks, my tongue flicking it up and down, once in a while giving it a soft nibble. My hand carried on pinching and tugging her other nipple, while my other hand, which was supporting myself, reached over to grasp hers and hold it. "Baby, shit, that feels so good, fuck! Mommy feels so good baby, so so good~ aaah, shit~" Mina was enjoying the waves of pleasure crashing against her body. Her body was so warm, her beautiful features depicting the pleasure of the sexual activity she was engaging in.

I released her nipple from my mouth, blowing on it. The contrast of the cool air and the warmth of her body led her to squeak, as I blew on her nipple, then kissed it. Soon enough, I had swapped to her other nipple, suckling and nibbling the right nipple while fondling her left breast. All of this fueled Mina's desperation to finally have some action below. "Baby, fuck, eat Mommy out. Quickly!" I began to journey down towards her pussy, kissing all the way down her torso, her abs, her hip bones, and then down both her thighs. I spread Mina's legs open, my cock twitching at the amount of juices that was leaking out of Mina's pussy. Below where she lay, there was a large wet spot, and I could see how much her pussy glistened and clenched on nothing, as she begged, "Baby, quick!"

Our dynamics had switched, even though I was still calling her Mommy. I enjoyed the rush of power I had, and I began to kiss and lick down Mina's inner thighs, teasing her once more. I kissed down her left thigh, giving it a few licks, as she panted and hissed in pleasure. Doing the same for the other leg, I spared myself a glance at Mina's beautiful pussy. "Please, baby, eat Mommy, please!" Mina was so desperate she was pushing herself towards my mouth. I smiled, blowing on her clit, as she groaned in frustration. Finally, I gave her a lick around her pussy, tasting her juices but not giving her the relief she so craved. "Baby, please~ Ah~!!" I gave her slit one strong lick, gathering her juices all on my tongue, before swallowing what was in my mouth. Returning to her slit, I began to lick and suck on what I could, which was slowly driving Mina wild, as she grabbed my head and forced my mouth towards her pussy. I gave her a few more licks before I decided to push her quicker to the edge by involving my fingers. As I moved to kiss her clit, I began to rub my fingers over the slit, lubricating them for entry. Each kiss or lick on Mina's clit set off her melodic moans, groans, pants, and hisses. Occasionally, she would moan my name and I would double my efforts on her clit, which would set off small gushes of fluid onto my fingers.

"Mommy, can I put my fingers inside?" I looked up at Mina, our eyes meeting. She smiled and nodded, her smiling face quickly changing to one of pleasure as I penetrated her with my middle finger, thrusting in and out. I returned to kiss and suck on her clit, driving Mina crazy. "Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck! That feels so good, aaah~! Oh my, your fingers… fuck!" Deciding to increase her pleasure, I added my ring finger to the mix, continuing my kisses, sucks, and licks on her hard clit. Each time I thrusted in, I curled my fingers, looking for her G-spot. After a few strokes, I heard Mina squealing, "Fuck, baby, there! Right there! Fu- Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" I focused my strokes to aim at that spot, as Mina bucked her hips wildly with each stroke, pushing my head into her crotch. I decided to swap my fingers with my tongue, hearing Mina's disappointment at the withdrawal of my fingers, then a gasp of delight as I stuck my tongue into her delicious pussy. I licked and sucked from her pussy directly, drinking whatever juices she could offer. My wet fingers rubbed around and on her clit, and I could hear her going "Fuck, if you keep that… if- if- aah~ if you keep that going- fuck- I'm going to cum! Fuck!" Mina's filthy mouth only spurred me to work harder on eating her out - I wanted to drink her in literally.

I began to hasten my motions on her clit, and focus on her G-spot, and only that spot, with my tongue. Mina's hips began to buck wildly, her moans and words building to a crescendo. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! [Y/N], baby, fuck! Don't stop, baby, don't stop! Fuck! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, YESYESYES- AAAAAAAHHHH~~~!!!!"

Mina squirted. Her juices gushed from her pussy, spraying onto my lips and into my mouth. I wrapped my mouth around her pussy, drinking her squirt in. The sweet taste of her juices flooding my mouth sent my lust for her through the roof. Her hips wildly bucking, the shrill screams resembling a whistle resonating around the room, her orgasming pussy clenching around nothing...

Rising from my position between her legs, I crawled onto the bed, wiping my lips with my hand. "Mina, are you okay?" I caressed her cheek, leaning in for a kiss. Mina nodded, exhausted and high off the post-orgasm afterglow, giving me a beautiful eye smile, meeting my lips for that kiss. We made out again, our tongues swirling around each other lazily, basking in each other's company. Mina smiled at me, kissing my forehead. "There are condoms in the second drawer."

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[Mina's POV]

I gave [Y/N]'s hard cock a kiss after putting the condom on him. I rose up to him, giving him a kiss, before pushing him onto the bed and straddling him.

"Thank you for earlier, baby, but now… now you're going to fuck Mommy's pussy until Mommy cums all over your cock and you fill that condom with your seed." I aligned myself with [Y/N]'s cock, slowly sinking down. The tip of [Y/N]'s cock parted my labia, and I began to tease him, rubbing his tip along my pussy lips. He moaned, frustration evident on his face at my teasing. "I know you want to cum, baby. I know you want to fuck Mommy's tight slutty pussy until you fill my hole with cum. However, I call the shots here babe, and I want to see you squirm. This slutty body may be your reward tonight baby, but I'm not such an easy slut. If you please me, baby, I'll make sure you get the full extent of your reward. Ready yourself, babe."

Without warning, I sank down on the entire length of [Y/N]'s cock. I sheathed the entirety of his hard shaft in my naughty pussy, a loud moan erupting from my lips as he stretched my pussy. [Y/N]'s loud "Fuck!" and other curses was indicative enough of the pleasure he felt penetrating me for the first time. I supported myself on [Y/N]'s chest, my teeth gritted at the fullness I felt. Smirking, I cradled [Y/N]'s head, locking eyes with him. "You're not allowed to cum until I'm satisfied. If you cum, I'll make sure, next time, I'll strip you, tie you up, and ruin every orgasm you have. Are we crystal clear, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy." [Y/N] was such a good boy. So obedient, so eager to please. If he kept this up, he'd get to enjoy more of my body next time.

'Pak, pak, pak.' The sound of flesh slapping flesh began to ring around my room as I raised my hips and sank back down, riding [Y/N]'s cock. Moan after moan left my lips, unfiltered. I decided to torture [Y/N] with more dirty talk, just to tempt him into cumming. "How does it feel… ahh~... having Mommy… hff~... fuck your cock, baby? How does it feel- oh, fuck! ...knowing you're Mommy's new toy? Fuck, that feels so good…. You're mine to fuck. Anytime. Anywhere." I could feel myself squeezing his cock harder thinking about how he was now mine to fuck as and when I wanted, and with each time I impaled myself on his cock, he would let out the sexiest moans, his eyes clouded with pleasure and lust for me, tinged with obedience and fear. Halting my actions, I grinded down on him, going in circles as I smiled at [Y/N] gritting his teeth and trying not to blow his load. "You can't come yet, [Y/N]~, not until Mommy's slutty pussy cums on her new favorite toy~."

As I grinded down on him, I leaned over, putting my chest in front of his face. "Suck on the breasts you love, babe. I can tell- ah!" [Y/N] latched on instantly, thrusting up and sucking on my left nipple, fondling my right breast. "Oh my god, fuck, that feels so good! I can tell you've… ahh! You've… fuck, you've wanted this, haven't you, baby? Shit, mmmh~, suck on the tits you love so much, baby. Make Mommy cum." I panted in pleasure as [Y/N] fucked up into my pussy, my hips matching his thrusts. "Fuck Mommy's pussy until Mommy cums. If you make me cum, I'll let you fuck me how you want, and you can finally fill that condom."

[Y/N] kept his thrusts up as he fucked into me hard. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm; his sucking on, paired with occasional biting and pinching of my sensitive nipples sent pleasure all over my body. Sweat dripped down my body, running down my neck and chest, which [Y/N] licked up whenever he decided to attack my neck and breasts with licks and kisses.

"Oh shit, babe. Fuck me just like that! Yes! Right there, yes!" [Y/N] had angled himself under me to hit my G-spot once more, and every thrust he was making was hitting that exact spot. He groaned in pleasure and exertion as he thrusted harder, gritting his teeth and furrowing his brows as he focused on not cumming in the condom once more, pushing himself to ensure I came on his cock.

"Fuck, baby, yes, yes, yes, yes, I'm gonna cum!"

My pussy squeezed down on his cock as I saw white and fell into his embrace. I could feel my back arch, pushing myself towards him, as I trembled and he fucked me through my orgasm, prolonging it.

"Oh, Mommy. Now it's my turn."

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[Y/N's POV]

Mina had her orgasm. Now it was my turn.

I flipped us so I was on top of her now, her legs wrapped around my hips. Mina's exhausted eyes stared into mine in surprise, and a devilish grin met her gaze. "Do you know how hard it was fucking you without being able to cum? Now I get to fuck your slutty pussy." I slowly began to thrust once more, Mina moaning at my movements. "Finally. Finally I get to fuck this pussy the way I like it."

I pushed my cock in her pussy ever so slowly, hearing her groan in frustration as I slid in one slow centimeter by one slow centimeter. "Mommy wants it faster, huh? Fine, I'll give you fast." I began to fuck her with quick, hard strokes, of which each was from head to hilt. "Fuck, baby, fuck, your cock feels so good in my pussy, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god, yes, oh my god-" Mina was slowly losing the ability to make coherent sentences as I gave her a hard fucking. Her vocabulary consisted of the phrase "Oh my God", the words "Fuck", "Shit", and "Yes", as well as mindless moans of pleasure.

Catching Mina's lips in a heated kiss, I kept the pace and power of my thrusts even as we made out once more, her arms wrapped around me as I held her head in my hands and arms. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping her legs around my hips as I fucked her pussy with short strokes, chasing my orgasm.

I decided to taunt Mina just as she'd taunted me so many times. "I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock, Mommy. Does this turn you on that much? Knowing that I'm using your slutty pussy just so I can cum? I've wanted you like this for so long, Mommy, under me, being my cockslut. Does my cock feel good, Mommy? Does it feel good being fucked like that? Like you're nothing but a hole for my cock to fill?"

It wasn't long before I exclaimed, "Fuck, Mommy, I'm cumming!" I'd gone beyond the point of no return through both my dirty talk and Mina's reactions to said talk. She'd looked so pleasured and fucked out, and she could only nod and moan at my words, her pussy squeezing my cock as she got more and more aroused hearing my words. Mina had pulled my body flush against hers as she achieved another orgasm, her pussy milking my cock as I felt my balls tighten and my cock pulse, each pulse firing off stream after stream of thick, hot semen. I'd not been able to last long after I'd nearly blown my load multiple times - once when Mina had begun to talk dirty to me, a few times when I'd fucked into her, and the toughest was when she came the first time. Both of us released guttural moans as we orgasmed in each other's embrace, Mina pulling me in tightly, and as I cradled her head and buried myself in her neck.

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I pulled out of Mina's freshly fucked pussy, my cock easily slipping out of the used condom after. I threw the used condom away, making my way back to the kitchen. Getting 2 cups of water, I returned to Mina's side, placing the cups on her bedside table and pulling her exhausted self up to a sitting position. Mina panted with exhaustion, sweat still running down her body. I ruffled her sweat matted hair, kneeling down to meet her eyes. "Are you okay, Mina? Was I too rough?" Mina gave me a tired eye smile, before shaking her head. "No, baby. It was perfect." She caught me in a slow passionate kiss, conveying what her exhausted brain could not with words. I smiled, offering her a cup of water, which she chugged.

"Come on, babe, let's shower again."

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As I scrubbed Mina's hair, she softly called "[Y/N]..."

"Yes, Mina?"

"It's Sunday tomorrow…" She poked her fingers together, turning to me with her soapy hair. "I know it's not the right order, but… date tomorrow?"

Oh, my heart. She was pouting and giving me puppy eyes. Puppy eyes! Pouting! Poking her fingers together! She was ADORABLE!!!

I ruffled her hair with my soapy hands, smiling. "Of course, Mina. Date tomorrow." Mina grin equalled that of the power of the Sun, and she "vibrated" excitedly. I brought her into a tight hug, the water running over us.

"Let's finish up and go to bed, Mina."

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The next morning, I woke up to Mina straddling my body once more. "Oh- uh.. wha-? Good morning, Mina..?"

Oh, she had that glint in her eyes… and she was gripping my morning wood.

"Baby, I see you're happy to see me~" She rubbed up and down the length, pulling it out of my shorts. "Get ready for Round 2, baby~ The date can wait..."

"You're mine until I'm done with you."

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