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Mmmmm, i sent a request but im not so sure it processed though, since tumblr is a bit weird sometimes, so could i request a part two for the poly!solangelo x child of poseiden!reader? you know how in the last olympian percy an annabeth share an underwater kiss? well what if reader has like a secret hide out cave near cabin three but the only way to get to it is by going underwater, and its like really pretty, theres fairy lights, blankets, pieces of pearls and coral laying around, shells just here and there, jewelry, chest full of tresure(nobody knows where it came from probably from poseiden tho-(cause favoritism))and theres like this pocket of water where you get into and out of the cave, etc, etc, so reader decides to take solangelo underwater and into the hide out cave, the three of all explored the sea and then when they got to the cave, reader(whos still a merperson peeping out from the pocket of water) gifts the two the most beautiful pieces of pearl jewelry so they can all be matching and its just very very fluffy in general!!!!
poly!solangelo x child of poseidon!reader (merperson) part 2
-You could see Nico’s hesitation as you lead the two boys towards the lake. You had told them that you had a surprise for them. It's crazy to think that it had been a week since the three of you had been in a relationship and it had been nothing but bliss.
-Of course you had been friends before all of this but now that you were dating you wanted to show them your special spot. Normally this is where you would go if you wanted alone time, so it was very special to you. But you were willing to share it with them. “It’ll be ok I promise.” you reassure Nico, gently squeezing his hand before you jump off the dock into the water with a splash.
-Will can’t help but laugh as he shields himself from the water, Nico getting the brunt of the splash but sighs heavily as if annoyed but you could see the faint smile on his face. “Guess it’s our turn!” Will yells as he jumps into the water pulling Nico with him by his hand. Both of them cause a large splash as well making you laugh happily.
-With both boys underwater you make a bubble of air for them to breathe. The last thing you wanted to do was drown your new boyfriends... Content with your work you take their hands leading them to the deep part of the lake through a hole at the bottom. That was where you kept your secret cave. The three of you make your way up into the cave that had fairy lights, blankets, coral and a beautiful treasure chest.
-”Wow…” Will says in amazement as their bubble pops once they reach the shore. You have to stay half in the water as you have your large tail. “This is my little hideout.” you explain with a smile seeing the two of them look around. “I know I call you a crow but you’re really selling it.'' Nico says as he lifts up some jewelry from your chest. “Hey!” you complain, making Will laugh.
-”It really is beautiful.” Will says with a kind smile that makes you blush. “This isn’t actually the only surprise I had…” the two of them do look back at you in curiosity. You dive going to your hiding spot and bringing back your gifts, a black pearl bracelet and a yellow one slipping the black one onto Nico’s wrist and the yellow onto Will’s. “There. I figured we should match…” you explain with a little blush.
-”I guess this means we’re official.” Nico says with a fond smile as he looks over the pearls. “Thank you, it really is beautiful.” Will says in hushed amazement. Nico and Will nod to each other and you can’t help but wonder what they have planned. That’s when Nico leans down kissing you gently on your lips. While your heart was fluttering and eyes wide open Will kissed you as well leaving you speechless for a few seconds as that was your first kiss, or well kisses. “W-Wait we have to do it again I had my eyes open.” you plead, making both boys laugh.
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Grailfinders #313: Percival
today on Grailfinders we’re finally getting back into the swing of things with one of the guys who actually found the grail, Percival de Galles. He’s an Oath of the Crown Paladin because of course he is, but he’s also a Hexblade Warlock to get a little bit eviler thanks to his holy spear. I don’t trust those pointy bastards after singularity six I don’t care how many good deeds this one’s done.
his build breakdown’s below the cut, his character sheet’s over here.
next up: Tamamo’s not
Race and Background
Percy’s background gets a little funky in the lostbelt, but for our purposes we’re summoning the og Percival, who’s just a normal man. Just an innocent Human. that gives him +1 in two stats like Wisdom and Charisma, as well as a boost to Animal Handling and the feat Heavy Armor Master, reducing all incoming physical damage by 3 points per hit while wearing heavy armor. look at that man’s tits, I 100% believe they could stop arrows.
Other Percival is of course a Knight of the Order, giving him proficiency with Persuasion and Religion. man literally watched a guy get raptured, I’d take his word over a priests’ at this point.
Ability Scores
Percival’s highest score should be in Charisma. look at him. look at that beautiful boy. do you really think he could do you wrong? and that’s how he gets ya. after that is Constitution. shielding others with your body is all fine and dandy, but I’m sure you’d like to survive doing so, right? third is Strength- it’s weird we’re saving your main attacking stat for third, but you’re fighting to protect others more than doing big damage. don’t worry, the damage will come. fourth is Wisdom, you need to be a little discerning to live in a faerie world, after all. that means your Intelligence isn’t too great- he’s got a head for strategy for sure, but I don’t think schools were fantastic in faerie Britain or sixth century england. finally, dump Dexterity. you mostly wear heavy armor anyway, and we had to give you some kind of weakness. that’s also why the lance of longinus is an actual lance in this build. a spear would be easier, but we’re already making a paladin/warlock build, let’s not push things too far or the DMs might get antsy.
Class Levels
1. Paladin 1: if we’re gonna have that heavy armor, we’ve gotta start off in the heavy armor class. as a paladin, you get proficiency in Wisdom, Charisma, Athletics, Insight, and not a billion things at once! yaaayy!
you also get a Divine Sense, letting you know the location of nearby celestials, fiends, and undead a couple of times per day. that’s probably why obebe doesn’t stick around too long in Londinium, huh? you can also lay on hands as an action, healing peeps and curing dizeeps. or poisons. you get 5x your level hp per day, and you can spend 5 points to heal a poison or disease.
2. paladin 2: at level two you get your Dueling Fighting Style for an extra two points of damage with a one-handed weapon. unlike most weapons, the lance doesn’t get weaker when you wield it one-handed. that being said I guess you can pick the Great Weapon Fighting style if you expect to be off your horse more often than not but why would you ever do that? that’s why we’re giving you the horse in the first place! in the future.
you can also cast Spells now, using your charisma to prepare and power them. I like Protection from Evil and Good on account of it protecting you from fae, very important stuff, but since you can swap out your spells every day, it’s not a huge issue. it’ll give your extraplanar enemies disadvantage on attacks and give you immunity to their charms, frightens, and possessions. you also get command and compelled duel for free! the latter’s kind of redundant, but you can only challenge stuff once a short rest, so it’s cool.
if you’d rather go on the offensive, you can use your spell slots to power a Divine Smite instead, dealing radiant damage alongside your usual stabbing. get it now before wotc rolls out their “we’re ruining everything” patch!
3. Paladin 3: at level three you can finally swear your life to your king, becoming a paladin of the Crown. as a crownadin, you can channel divinity in two ways, either issuing a Champion Challenge to everyone nearby, keeping them from moving too far away from you if they fail a wisdom save until you are knocked out, dead, or more than 30’ away from them. you can also Turn the Tide as a bonus action, giving every bloodied creature within 30’ of you whom you choose a little bit of extra hp.
speaking of health, your Divine Health makes you immune to disease, so have fun never having to worry about covid. god I wish that was me. you can also Harness Divine Power once per day, spending your channel divinity to regain a spell slot. your CD recharges on short rests, so having that extra spell or smite can be really useful!
4. paladin 4: at level four you get an ability score improvement, so bomp up that strength to really huck that spear around. right now its just a regular lil dinky lance, but don’t worry. ï̵̳͍̺͛t̵̡̪͎̹͊̏̚'̴̤͍̞̿s̷̫̥̀̔ ̸̥͔̟̘̺̾̌̐͋̋c̵̨͎͚̬̏̋̈́́̄ͅo̵̺̞̾̆m̵̬̹̮̓̾ͅì̸̧͈͚̬̾̅n̵̨͕̰̅̂͋͗̿͜g̶̮̹̪͋́͊͊
5. paladin 5: fifth level paladins can make an extra attack each action for two attacks at a time! you can also shield an ally with warding bond to take half their damage for them, or you can fairy out the truth with zone of truth. you can also find steed now, so bam. horse. mission complete. you can also turn your lance into a magic weapon if u really wanna, but we’ll get something more permanent later.
6. paladin 6: sixth level paladins can make an aura of protection around them, adding their charisma modifier to all saves you and your buddies make as long as you’re conscious. it’s kinda like charisma, in a way. I mean it’s literally your charisma, but we’re referring to the FGO skill here.
7. Paladin 7: a seventh level crown paladin can use their Divine Allegiance as a reaction to take all the damage a nearby ally would instead. if you use this with warding bond, this will actually delete half the damage an effect was supposed to do, though you can’t reduce any damage you take from this with your heavy armor.
8. Paladin 8: at eighth level you can bump up your Charisma for stronger challenges, auras, and other spells. trust me, this’ll be worth it.
9. Paladin 9: ninth level paladins don’t get anything too special innately, but your third level spells are pretty cool. Aura of Vitality lets you use your bonus action to heal a creature each turn, while Spirit Guardians lets you summon an angel to protect you. That’s not necessarily in-character, but it’s cool enough you can probably twist “protection of the grail” to justify it. you can also remove curses, create food, or even revive fallen party members with third level spells. all in all, a super useful level!
10. Paladin 10: at tenth level, you make an Aura of Courage that blocks allies from being frightened near you. though some may fake it just to shelter against you.
11. Paladin 11: our final level in paladin, level eleven gives you an Improved Divine Smite, letting you deal extra radiant damage with each attack for free. now it’s starting to look like a real sacred spear! speaking of…
12. Warlock 1: since you’re wielding a semi-sentient spear that gives you extra power, that makes you a Hexblade warlock! with this, you become a Hex Warrior, which doesn’t do too much to help you, but it does let you pick one weapon a day to use your charisma to attack instead of your strength or dexterity. obviously we intend for you to use this on your lance, but it can apply to any non-two-handed weapon. lances have the special property, not two-handed, so we’re all good!
if you really want a wolf dead, you have to hit it with a Hexblade’s Curse. with this, you can spend a bonus action to curse someone for a minute, during which you can add your proficiency bonus to attack rolls, have a doubled chance to crit, and killing the target heals you.
you also get another set of spell slots which use your charisma, but these recharge on short rests! I’d pick up Blade Ward to give yourself resistance to physical damage for a turn. it takes an action to cast, but when you’re soaking up hits for an ally, it’ll help a lot. Friends is also a great cantrip to grab, Percy just seems like a really personable guy. faeable? whatever.
for your leveled spells, Shield is always useful. an extra five AC for a whole round, plus immunity from magic missile. you can also make a Wrathful Smite as a bonus action, dealing psychic damage instead of the usual radiant and making a creature frightened of you for up to a minute if it fails a wisdom save. shield is, unfortunately, somatic, so we can’t use it too easily just yet, but we’ll get it ready in time.
13. Warlock 2: second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, allowing you to customize your eternal servitude to a talking stick. we’re saving one for next level as per usual, but Beast Speech will let you talk to Kuntry pretty easy. I’m like 90% sure you can talk to her in the lostbelt because she’s a faerie, but whatever!
also if your DM lets you ride your horse like you’re using your own movement, pick up Expeditious Retreat to make your ride truly magical, letting you spend a bonus action to dash instead of your main one. or even with your main one, if you truly feel the need for speed.
14. Warlock 3: at level three you take on the Pact of the Blade¸ the only pact hexblades ever seem to take for some reason. you can also take the Improved Pact Weapon invocation now, so we’ll explain the whole shebang at once. you are now able to summon a magical weapon of just about any kind to your hand as an action. it counts as a +1 weapon, though you can attune another more powerful magical spear to your pact if you want- the ritual for that takes an hour. you can also cast your spells through the weapon as though it were a focus.
you can also cast Shatter now to blow stuff up. your noble phantasm is anti-fortress, so it would feel weird not having the option to break walls.
15. Warlock 4: at level four you get another ASI so max out your Charisma for the strongest… I mean, everything really.
you also get a spell and a cantrip this level but tbh they’re not super important to the build, go with your heart.
16. Warlock 5: at level five warlocks can cast third level spells, like Tongues. speaking to everyone was a pretty jesusy sort of thing to do, and you’ve got his blood all over your spear, right? good enough reasoning tbh.
you can also Eldritch Smite now as a bonus action, adding a little force damage and knockback to your next attack by spending a warlock spell slot. now you can perform the legendary triple smite! set up a spell smite on your previous turn, then eldritch smite and regular smite on your next turn! 100% satisfaction guaranteed.
17. Warlock 6: at level six a hexblade warlock can create an Accursed Specter by killing a humanoid, turning it into a specter that follows your commands until the end of your next long rest. this ability is the sole reason we don’t go higher in hexblade that often, but everyone in LB6 is either a fae or a construct, so he might be able to do this, I guess?
yeah this is entirely because we need other stuff down the line, please ignore this level. aside from getting Intellect Fortress that’s pretty cool. it gives you resistance to psychic damage and advantage on mental saves for up to an hour. Percy’s got good magic resistance; this is a known fact.
18. Warlock 7: at seventh level you get fourth level spells, plus a new invocation. Fiendish Vigor isn’t anything too fancy, just lets you add some temporary HP to yourself for free. the real winner this level is Staggering Smite, which adds psychic damage to your lance and forces a wisdom save. on a failed save, the target has disadvantage on all attacks and checks for a turn, and it also can’t make reactions that round. perfect for getting another ally out of harm’s way.
19. Warlock 8: for your last ASI, grab the Tough feat for an extra 38 HP now, plus another two at level 20. the one real downside of this build is we couldn’t focus on constitution as much as I’d like in a tank, but this will help a lot.
your spear can also emit a Sickening Radiance, which deals radiant and exhaustion damage in a 30’ radius around a point you pick, while also preventing creatures in the area from being invisible. just don’t get too close to the spear while you’re doing this, and- oh, you have to hold the thing to use it? that’s rough.
20. Warlock 9: ninth level warlocks get fifth level spells, and if Rhongominiad can make a Wall of Light so can Longinus. we also finally get your invincibility skill thanks to Tomb of Levistus. Once a short rest as a reaction to taking damage you can seal yourself in ice, giving yourself 90 temporary HP to block the hit. Until your next turn you have a vulnerability to fire damage, can’t move, and are incapacitated, so this will drop your challenge. Still, living to fight another day usually trumps keeping an enemy who almost killed you around. all these effects end when the ice melts at the end of your next turn.
sure it’s not literal invincibility, but that’s almost a whole wizard’s worth of body armor you can pull out at will!
Pros and Cons
Pros:
having a maxed out charisma stat plus a champion’s challenge makes you great at locking enemies in place, forcing them to focus on you instead of your squishier party members. you’ve also got tons of ways to reduce the inevitable damage from doing so, with heavy armor master dulling any physical hits and your huge save bonuses keeping you from getting too hurt by magic.
when it’s time to attack, you can hit hard, with three smites in a single attack and a doubled chance to crit from your hexblade’s curse giving you some serious firepower against the big boss. if you can manage to get advantage, that gives your attack whopping 1 in 5 chances at critting.
Normally paladins only really have physical and radiant damage to work with, rendering them pretty useless against anything that resists the latter. thanks to your little dip into eternal servitude, your damage variety is a lot more well-rounded, making it easier to hit whatever you’re fighting.
Cons:
lances are bad. if your DM’s fine with the multiclassing here just stick to a spear- having disadvantage on anything within 5’ of you sucks.
Tomb of Levistus is a powerful survival tool, but it eats up one of your turns and breaks a lot of your spells and effects. if you were already having trouble surviving against something you challenged, I doubt your party will be thrill that you let it loose while you chill for a bit.
you have a slim margin for error. you don’t have a ton of spell slots to use, and your best features only work once per short rest, so if you play sub-optimally you can seriously waste a lot of your potential. no pressure, I’m sure you’ll do great against the infinite Morgan army.
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What's the most memorable thing from childhood? Yes! Its mean nicknames. And You know the boys had some of the meanest nicknames at school.
Bo's would obviously be "little BO peep" vincent would def had been called "vinny" like the lacky character from the god father. But Lester! definitely had it the worst. I know vinny has half a face, but with a name like "lester" 🥺 boi was doomed. You know elementary school, he had people making nursery rhymes about him "lester, lester, who would of guessed her, has a boil, but lets it fester"
And it kinda goes with how the boys act now. Bo was nicknamed after a girl character so he has to be all MACHO now. Vinny got pushed around and probably hassled like "eyyy Vinny, imma Give ya an offer you can't refuse 👌" so he just goes with the flow of things, as long as he can do art he seems happy. but poor sweet lester. That boi got called "les,,,than human" to his face. That ball of sunshine has no idea how wonderful he is
Lester definitely brings up stories about his old "friends" from school and tells you about some of the old nicknames they gave him. you just have to stop what you're doing, and give him a hug. Lester probably tells" funny" stories that he doesn't even realize are horrifying until he looks at you and sees your stunned expression. Thankfully bo walks in halfway thru the story with "yeah. Then Me and vincent kicked their ass. We all laughed afterwards but they never did that again"
Lester deserves all the love in the world but i also wanna see more big brother! Bo and Vincent.
No bc some kids can be so damn cruel?? And this especially hurts me bc the boys were already going through so much at that time 🥲 Lester definitely deserves all the love in the world, and I can never get enough of the boy's big brother-little brother dynamic
Bo would have definitely gotten very pissed off and lashed out if anyone called him that- and to his face, no less. Talk about constant school fights with this boy. He doesn't care if he gets in trouble, he's making an example out of anyone who takes a jab at his masculinity.
Vincent just kind of ignores it/purposely isolates himself to get through the day. His biggest insecurity is his face, so anything else they may mock him for seems kind of pointless to waste his energy on, but it does eat away at him after so long if he's being honest.
I imagine Lester started out as one of those always happy kids; full of energy and laughter and constantly getting himself into some kind of trouble. The epitome of 'boys will be boys'.
Big brothers Bo and Vincent shielded him from what they could growing up in the Sinclair household. Lying to him in order to cover up for their parent's abuse where they could, and telling him wild stories to keep those innocent stars in his eyes. They did their best to distract him; encouraging him to play outside in order to avoid their parents altogether, so it's no wonder he grew up to be very outdoorsy.
I think Lester was a very eccentric kid; had a bone and rock collection, caught bugs to show them to people, a professional tree climber, a certified Louisiana swamp explorer- the whole nine yards :') Even as a boy, he was never afraid to get dirty, especially when it was so fun!
All good things must come to an end though :(
Bo and Vincent couldn't protect him from everything, and kids at school began to ostracize him when they weren't full on harassing him; the cruel nicknames, dramatically covering their noses when he walked past, shaming his interests, avoiding/ignoring him, never inviting him to anything. He shrugged it off best he could, still convinced himself they were friends, but it hurt. It all hurt like hell, and his lively smile was constantly being wiped off of him for a very long time during those years. He hid it from his brothers, willing himself to believe they didn't really mean it, but deep down he knew better- it's just too painful to confront truthfully.
Now as an adult he'll laugh, his smile wide and his laughter tense as he retells some of his childhood memories. Making fun of himself back then and mentioning all of his 'friends'. You're sure it's become a coping mechanism of sorts, but hearing the way they treated the love of your life is heartbreaking.
At first he's shocked when you begin to comfort him with plenty of physical affection and words of affirmation on the occasions he speaks about it- such gentle, loving treatment feeling so foreign when he had expected you to laugh with him or take it less seriously. It may take a good long while, but those defensive walls of his will begin to break down, and he'll start to heal properly with your love and care.
Bo and Vincent hate hearing him mention any of it, it makes them feel like they failed to protect him- especially Bo. So they always try to adjust the focus of those memories to how his big brothers sure took care of those assholes!; Wanting him to forget everything else 💔
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Ninja Daily: Vapors 95
"Hey, hey, Shizune-chan! That's you, right?"
She tried not to startle at the oversized, yellow and orange monstrosity hopping in her face. Instead of tossing the thing through the window, she clenched her fingers ever-so-slightly around her coffee. "Yes, toad-san?" Shizune greeted politely. This wasn't one that she recognized. Either Jiraiya had made a new friend, or this was one of Naruto's summons.
"I have a message!" His chest puffed out importantly, and then deflated. Meekly, he added, "It's bad news."
Shizune tucked her coffee in her elbow and unceremoniously scooped the amphibian up, ignoring the way he fussed. In flawless whoosh of chakra, she pulled a Sasuke. Tsunade looked up even as she elbowed her way out from behind the wall of potted plants, holding the messenger toad aloft like a squishy shield from her mentor's possible irritation.
Tsunade outright groaned. "What's the pervert done this time? He's only been gone-"
"It wasn't him!" the thing peeped up, wiggling out of Shizune's grip to land on the desk and grin up at Tsunade. "I'm Naruto's friend, Gamatatsu. Nice to meetcha, baa-chan!"
Shizune took a moment to wonder what would happen if Tsunade flattened someone else's summon, because her fingers were gripping the book in her hands with enough force to turn them white and it would only take an instant for her to lift it and make him into goo… The moment passed, thankfully, and Tsunade let the disrespect slide.
"Is something wrong?"
Gamatatsu slumped down sheepishly. "Ah, yes. I forgot all about that. Yes!" He seemed almost triumphant about remembering what he'd come to tell them. "It's terrible. Right after Naruto and his friends got back to Grass country, actually. When they found…" He trailed off, and then corrected, "No, that's not right. When they didn't find who they were looking for? I dun know, something about Kumo and Kiri? I get those confused. Anyway!" He hopped straight up, as if for emphasis. "They weren't where they were supposed to be! It turned out they tried to go into Ame, and a bad man came! Naruto found a Chuunin and his grumpy friend healed the Chuunin which was pretty cool, but I don't think there's anyone else left."
Tsunade was slightly white, though whether she counted this as a disaster or a near-miss because her people had been gone at the time was hard to tell. Konoha's teams had been running back and forth for supplies and messages, since they were by far closest to where the teams had tracked a team of Akatsuki and Konoha had the most information about the organization.
"They're all dead?" Tsunade confirmed numbly, although her tone left little hope for correction. The way the toad shrank back was answer enough. "Did Naruto know what happened?"
The toad shook his head vigorously. "Not exactly! The Kumo team decided to follow their targets past the border. Yeah, I think it was Kumo."
"But hadn't they been told to wait outside?" she demanded. That was what Kakashi had said was the consensus when he'd left with his team to ask for further orders… She'd sent him back out just yesterday, there was no way he should have already arrived in order to aid in a situational re-assessment.
The toad shrugged. "I guess they got too eager," he confirmed quietly, a little more solemn than before.
'And it got them all killed.' Tsunade swallowed, hard. "Is Naruto certain that there was just one assailant? How did this Chuunin survive?"
"He must-a been some kind of monster!" Gamatatsu confirmed with just a bit too much cheer. Toads were irrepressibly good-natured, and right now it grated. "I dunno why, but the man let him go!"
"Do we know anything else about this assailant?" Tsunade demanded. "Was he Akatsuki? Was he marked as Ame? Did all this happen within Ame, or did he follow them out of the border?"
"I don't know!" the toad crossly interrupted, stomping one filthy little foot on her nice mahogany desk. "I wasn't there, and neither was Naruto. The Chuunin didn't say much about what specifically he used except that he used all the elements, but he said the guy claimed to be a god."
It took a moment for that to sink in.
'So we're dealing with a very dangerous lunatic,' Tsunade realized tiredly. 'Someone who is dangerous enough that we will definitely not be sending anyone in Ame until we have re-evaluated the situation.' …And had Naruto even bothered to try to train his summons to work as information aids? That report was terrible, and she knew that Naruto knew how to make a report. That information was all but useless. And why had it gotten to her so late?
That question was answered easily enough, though the conversation gave her even more of a headache. Naruto had thought Jiraiya was still in Konoha, and sent the toad to report directly to his mentor. At that point, Jiraiya had decided to go meet the teams to provide reinforcement since he was almost there, and sent the toad to Tsunade on foot.
After that, the damn thing had gotten lost. She hated toads sometimes. Thankfully, humans were better at carrying accurate and timely messages.
"Shizune, get Aiko," Tsunade ordered tiredly. Her apprentice had probably already predicted that and left without a fuss.
She had to wonder… For this news, should she really be relying on a messenger? It might be best to dust off her fancy hat and have Aiko Hiraishin them both to the Raikage to tell him the news herself. Hopefully, he wouldn't take her unexpected arrival as a possible assault and would be reasonable, despite having previously specified that news should be relayed through Aiko.
…No, that was a stupid idea. He wasn't going to be reasonable at all. The Raikage was a gibbering moron, and she wasn't just saying that because he'd snubbed her.
Tsunade was apologetic about making the girl endure the Raikage's temper, but she had Aiko go out to Naruto's team, return the witness to the Raikage, and then kept her occupied running between kage for the next four hours.
The Raikage was indeed outraged, but he agreed to send out another team immediately to replace the one lost. Gaara risked Temari, Kankuro, and Baki for the mission as backup, which was more of a sacrifice than it sounded, despite only being one team. Mei's team was still intact—they hadn't been working directly with Kumo—and so they were merely informed, though the Mizukage was concerned that now was the optimal time to hunt down her loose jinchuuriki before Akatsuki got him.
She had a point, but it was hard to want to send out another high level team on a risky mission. Mei was irritatingly persistent about it, and equally insistent that it made sense to send Aiko.
'Probably because she doesn't want to risk her own people', the Hokage thought uncharitably. She managed to swallow the automatic retort.
At that point, Tsunade had to send Aiko out with Shizune to get lunch, because she didn't know how to convey her initial response through the girl in question and needed some time to think.
It was easy to tell that Aiko was chomping at the bit to get back out in the field, and she would be an asset to a retrieval team hunting a jinchuuriki, as both a tracker and a method of restraining him. But she was more valuable in village as an emergency communication system and emergency transport for any jinchuuriki who got into trouble in the field. Aiko could be ambushed and killed if sent out in the field, and the sad fact was that there were Jounin who were comparatively disposable. If she was safely in the village, she could be used as a resource over and over again to mitigate losses.
Instantaneous communication like what she'd been abusing today was an unparalleled development. The closest thing they had before was communication through summons or messenger birds, which was a complicated mess and had a lot of limitations. The ability for Kage scattered across the continent to communicate within minutes was far more valuable to a campaign than one inexperienced Jounin's presence out in the field. Aiko probably hated it, but it was true.
Still, with Tenzou out with Kakashi, Aiko was the best resource they had available for restraining jinchuuriki. The girl's skill set could have been plotted out for that specific purpose—Tsunade wouldn't pit her against a bijuu, or even most S class shinobi (or some A class, if she were to be honest) but her speed allowed her to use her undersized but efficient chakra chains to restrain one humanoid target with piteous ease. On the other hand, if the jinchuuriki were in an evolved form of their bijuu's chakra, or if the beast itself was in control, Aiko would get ripped to pieces.
'Why am I dwelling on this?' Vexed with herself, Tsunade rolled her neck and took a walk around her office, which degenerated into pacing. 'Her whole fighting style revolves around getting in the first hit and taking down superior opponents before they get their bearings or analyze her attacks. I can hardly claim that sending her against one jinchuuriki is too much of a risk when I know damn well she's good at it. Terumi is right in that it needs to be done. With Hiraishin, Aiko could get the boy trussed up and delivered to Mist in a sixth of the time it would take anyone else, and spend minimal time outside of the safety of the village.'
It would just be a phenomenal waste to lose Aiko on a mission that didn't absolutely have to be performed by her.
On the other hand, she should have some faith in her shinobi's abilities to fulfill the mission. Aiko couldn't be confined to the village indefinitely, in a practical and literal sense. Really, there was nothing Tsunade could do to keep her in boundaries, unlike other shinobi who at least had to factor in the danger of getting caught sneaking out as an impediment to mischief.
She didn't like admitting it, but at this point, she only had control of the teen because Aiko allowed it. That control was tenuous at best. If she continued to give Aiko orders that the girl found unpalatable… well, eventually she would crack and rebel in some way. Anyone would. And once she'd disobeyed once with no repercussions, why would she continue to obey?
Running a village full of strong-minded individuals was difficult enough when they had reason to respect and fear her displeasure. But Aiko was like Naruto and Sasuke in that they knew her too well to think that she would penalize them for anything short of murder.
'Damnit, I'm too soft,' Tsunade sighed crabbily. 'It shouldn't matter that Aiko is unhappy with the situation. I know that what I should do is make sure she doesn't break the rules regardless, not let her go blow off steam because I sympathize with her.'
But she was going to do it anyways. If she needed a message carried urgently, she could always recall Aiko. And it wasn't necessarily that dangerous for Aiko to be out and about wandering the countryside, if Akatsuki had no way of knowing where she was. A small team could move quickly to locate Utakata and bring him in long before Akatsuki could possibly know she'd left Konoha. Besides, they were all ensconced in Ame at the moment.
Aiko's face visibly lit up when she was told to convey that Mei was getting her way, despite the fact that enough time had passed for Kumo's team to be ready and that she was subjected to the indignity of carting them out to meet Konoha's team.
'I wouldn't be that happy about acting like a land-boat for sassy kumo-nin', Tsunade noted sardonically. Especially since they really seemed to despise Aiko. But whatever, it wasn't as if she'd never been subject to ignominious usage of her hard-earned medical skills. Not every necessary duty was dignified.
The news of the day was downright tragic, but Aiko still had to fight down a grin. She was finally being let out on a real mission. No matter how cute Fukiko-chan was, teaching just wasn't high-energy enough to suit Aiko's needs. If she'd spent one more week looking at the inside of Konoha's walls, she might have completely snapped and just started screaming.
It was sort of like being claustrophobic, or getting cabin fever. When a person routinely traveled hundreds of miles every month, sitting around one city was maddening.
(Visiting international offices didn't count. For all the effort she expended, Gaara's office might as well have been next door to Tsunade's with Mei's on the other side. That wasn't really a trip).
"I'm hunting jinchuuriiii-ki," Aiko sang tonelessly under her breath as she packed, dancing around her apartment as she worked. It was probably for the best that there were no witnesses, because she did not in fact, have 'the beat'. She nearly tripped over Mitsuo, who startled awake and gave her a reproachful glare without getting up off the floor. "Wake up, lazy thing," she chided good-naturedly. "We get to leave!"
Granted, she had no idea who she was working with, or if she was working with a team at all—Tsunade probably wouldn't send her out alone, right?—but they were just going to have to cope with dogs. Because she wasn't leaving them behind. She had no idea how long the mission would last, after all. They might find him in a day, or it might take a week.
"That reminds me," Aiko said under her breath, dropping unceremoniously to the floor and picking up one of Mitsuo's paws to peer at the soft pads at the bottom. "How are your feet?" She rubbed at the pink flesh. "Is this callous enough for you to keep up on a long run in open terrain, you think?"
He was willing to try, so she summoned Hōseki and let Mitsuo explain the situation while she got ready. Packing was a short affair, due to the fact that she was really just stuffing several outfits into storage seals and putting them as a page marker in inside Icha Icha Tactics (it was a classic) with the oft re-used seal that had her camping equipment.
She changed into blue shorts and a thin grey shirt that opened at her throat (to cover her newest tattoo) and barely brushed her thighs (to enable freedom of movement when running). Aiko contemplated her flak jacket for a moment, but ultimately left it. For her, that was more of a formality and an impediment than an aid. Those jackets were damn heavy. The lighter she was, the faster she was. She was better off trying to not get hit than hoping the jacket deflected blows. The only physical weapons she took were her sword over her back and the thin blades hidden in her boots—the thigh pouches for kunai were irritating, to be honest, and she wasn't interested in that today.
A braid would take more time than she was willing to invest, so Aiko tugged her hair back in low twintails and secured them tightly. Her headband was already on her forehead, so she merely tightened the knot and all but bounced out the door, sliding down the railway to escape her apartment and taking to the rooftops immediately. Hōseki gave an indignant bark, but raced behind as best as she could while Mitsuo gave a self-pitying sigh and leapt right after them.
Tsunade rolled her eyes, but Aiko could tell she wasn't really grumpy about Aiko being there early with Hōseki cuddled in her arms and Mitsuo nuzzling her side.
"You're just sickeningly cute sometimes," Tsunade critiqued sternly. Still, she deigned to scratch Mitsuo behind the ear when he came close enough to investigate her perfume. She only waived him off when a polite knock announced an arrival for debriefing, and a Jounin who Aiko had never actually spoken to sauntered in.
"Aoba," Tsunade greeted, which conveniently enough answered her next question (which would have been, 'who the hell are you, sunshine?'). "Thank you for coming on time. Not early, not late, but at the time that was specified." Aoba seemed to give Aiko a curious look from behind his red-rimmed sunglasses, but it was admittedly hard to tell.
'Complainer. There's nothing wrong with being eager to go. Would she have preferred I take after Kakashi?'
Reluctantly, Mitsuo returned to Aiko's side as the Hokage explained the situation to Aoba. Aiko hardly needed to pay attention, as she'd been playing at 'messenger pigeon' for the last few hours. The details were uninteresting, but still she was excited. She was going on a mission! Outside the village!
"Uzumaki, kindly attempt to show more decorum than Mitsuo-chan is," Tsunade drawled. Aiko noticed for the first time that she was grinning and fidgeting, but didn't feel ashamed. She had a lot of energy, damnit, and hadn't been able to really burn any off in a long time. Which reminded her.
"Do I need to stop on the way out and let Fukiko-chan know practice is cancelled?" she wondered aloud.
Tsunade rolled her eyes. "I think I can take care of it," she said with practiced patience. "Aoba, you'll be in charge of this mission and primarily combat support if the situation degenerates. Hopefully, Aiko will be able to track this Utakata down and he'll come quietly, but if not, distract him so that she can immobilize him."
Aiko tried to work up indignation as the slightly skeptical look her partner leveled at her at that moment, but couldn't force herself to care. She was fucking awesome even if he didn't see it. And to be fair, this wasn't exactly the best display of her professionalism.
Then again, neither was the way that she initially left him in the dust when they rocketed out past the gates into the free, clean air of Konoha's forests. It took a disgracefully long time for her to come down from her cheer-induced high to realize that he was trailing a little too far behind her. Sheepishly, she circled back and let him take the lead.
"I apologize, Aoba-san," she forced out before she could be scolded. "I was just happy to run. I've been in the village for months straight."
He heaved a sigh, but dismissed the apology mildly enough. "That's quite all right. Just don't do it again." After a moment's pause, he cautiously asked, "So, is it true that you have the Hiraishin?"
'Well, everyone knows that, I thought.'
Aiko blinked twice before she realized what he was really asking. "Ah, we could cut out quite a bit of time, couldn't we?" she realized sheepishly. "Stop for a second, please." He furrowed his brow slightly, but did as she said. Aiko took note that he wasn't doing a good job of defending his position as top dog, but let it slide this time in favor of dropping to pick Hōseki up to her chest and tangling her finger tips in Mitsuo's fur. "We should start looking for the trail in Tea, right?"
"Ah, yes." He fidgeted slightly, as if about to ask what was going on. In lieu of explanation, Aiko pulled on a tag in Mist and two along Konoha's border, and sighed in satisfaction at how accurate her slingshot was.
"Be right back," she assured, rubbing her nose against Hōseki's before setting down the little dog and flickering back to Aoba's side. He was still looking at her old location, so she purposefully gave a little kick at the forest floor to garner his attention and held out a hand in his direction. The unspoken order was that he should take it, of course.
Aoba gave her a very skeptical look. Aiko blinked innocently and cocked her head to the side.
"Don't you want to hold my hand?"
Of course he didn't. He was a 34-year old man who probably thought she was a silly, hyper twit. If she were him, she'd avoid contact like the plague. Maybe he really did think she was contagious.
At the way she faked hurt, he heaved a put-upon sigh and gingerly took her fingers.
Teasing him like that had been an amusing diversion, but now she was actually somewhere she could work. Aiko briskly shook his hand off, all business, the instant that she rematerialized next to Mitsuo. "What town was he seen in again?" Aoba seemed to be dumb-founded at the sudden switch while she unfolded her map, so she impatiently prodded the paper with her finger. "I need to see the location to get a comparison for where we are," she slowly explained, as if to a child.
He didn't like that much, but obligingly enough helped her find the right settlement on the map. She could have found it on her own with time, but it was really much faster for the person who had a general familiarity with the layout of Tea country's infrastructure to point out the location. Aiko folded the paper up and tucked it away at her hip pouch.
The Kiri informant who had noted Utakata's passing was definitely not eager to talk to them, but eventually, he directly shared what he knew and what he suspected. The details of when Utakata had left town combined with the direction he'd gone in and what he'd done in the village was enough to set Aiko off on a theory. He'd been four days ahead of them, so any messages from an informant who'd spotted him since wouldn't have reached Mei yet. So Aiko left the dogs sitting in the informant's house and dragged Aoba off to apologetically ask Mei for the information to access whatever informants she had in two neighboring areas. She wasn't thrilled about exposing more resources, but obligingly enough gave up four names so that they could continue the search.
By that point, Aoba was looking distinctly queasy. He brushed off his front and hurriedly stepped away from her as soon as they were back in Tea. "You know, that technique was much less jarring when your father used it," he informed her in a tone of mild reproach.
All she could do was shrug. "No idea why," Aiko lied. It was probably because she wasn't as good with it as he'd been.
The withering look he shot her implied that he agreed about her comparative lack of skill, but it didn't bother her. Wasn't like he was any better, was he? It wasn't much of a shame not to be as skilled as a kage, parent or not. She'd inherited stunning good looks from him, not an intuitive understanding of his techniques.
To let Aoba's stomach settle, she didn't argue when he took off for their first interviewee at a run instead of letting her take them there quickly. She'd assumed that they'd come up with nothing and have to check the others, but once the white-haired mist plant had been convinced that they weren't there to assassinate him (and stopped throwing flowerpots) they found out that Utakata had indeed passed through… and he'd meandered over to a local teashop.
Once directed to the booth he'd had by a baffled but indulgent proprietor, Mitsuo picked up on the scents of the last ten or so people who'd sat there. Aoba had looked frustrated at that news, but Aiko wasn't surprised when her ninken confirmed that only one of the trails led directly out of town.
"Most people live here, ne?" she explained idly as she brushed past her superior officer. "Wouldn't have reason to leave all the time." Hōseki gave a superior-sounding huff, as if to ask why this useless man was even here. Aiko replied with a straight-faced yap (learned from Kakashi's most mischievous ninken) that probably shouldn't have been repeated in public. Mitsuo laughed, though, even as Aoba rolled his eyes and very deliberately didn't ask what the conversation was about.
From then on, it was a conventional hunt—if a hunt could ever be so called. The tree cover had given out into ambitious shrubs (she couldn't call them trees, none of them broke twenty feet in height), which let a marvelous breeze whip across the hill land and through her thin clothes. Tea country really was a marvelous place, Aiko thought, enjoying the heavily scented air from the wild plants that grew everywhere. It was heady, like incense, but fresh and natural instead of stuffy and smoky-hot.
Utakata found them before they found him, which shouldn't have happened. Maybe she just wasn't paying enough attention. Maybe he was just that good.
It would be a long time until Aiko forgot the swell of self-loathing that froze her muscles at the instant when she saw an iridescent glint off a strange round item in the grass and realized her ninken didn't see it in time.
She attempted to call his name, but it came out an incoherent bark. At least the sound conveyed alarm.
Mitsuo made a jerking aborted dodge and went down with a pained yelp, his momentum carrying him in an ungainly flip that fluffy white dogs were clearly not built to undergo. In another circumstance, the perplexed look on his doggy face would have been hilarious. As it was, it was overshadowed by the cracking sound that immediately followed when he whumped to the dirt.
Hōseki rocketed forward to engage the enemy with a growl as Aoba exploded into a cloud of crows that barely avoided the second small, glistening explosive bubble. But Aiko had skidded to a stop and flung herself over Mitsuo's downed form, frantically checking for breaks in the leg that he held aloft with a whimper. If Utakata wanted, he could have tried to take her out right then—she trusted that Hōseki would distract him, but he could have tried.
He didn't. "What do you want?" His footsteps were light, accompanied by the rustling of what sounded like expensive fabric. "Why are you chasing me?"
She didn't spare him a thought. Aoba could handle it.
Aiko kept her head bowed and tried to calm Mitsuo, soothingly rubbing at his back while he cried. It was a definite break, and he wasn't much more than a puppy. He'd never had a broken bone before.
"Have you heard of Akatsuki?"
She wasn't interested in the conversation at all and let it become a rumble of male voices, background noise rather than something important. If Utakata attacked, she'd kill him, and to hell with the consequences. She might kill him for this even if he didn't attack. Until then, Mitsuo was more important. "It's alright, you did well," Aiko mumbled, trying not to cry. He lifted his head and tried to lick her soothingly but couldn't reach, so she leaned in and let him lap at her cheek. "Go home, okay? Or- Or do you want to go to Tsunade-sama?"
Surely he had good medics at home, but really he deserved the best. She probably wouldn't mind being asked to heal such a good dog, would she?
He managed to convey that both of them abandoning the mission would be a little extreme, and gave her one last doggy kiss before ending the chakra thread that tied him to Tea country side for his own home.
For the first time, she glared up at her target in person. Utakata was a good-looking man, or at least she'd thought so when she'd seen the black and white picture in the dossier. In person, however, his hair was stupid and the lazy set to his eyes made him look unintelligent instead of discerning. Also, what was the point of wearing a kimono if you were going to let it hang open all the way to your hips? It was highly impractical for a shinobi—he could only be doing it because he thought it looked cool. Poser.
"What are you staring at?" Even his voice pissed her off. It was a smooth, disinterested tone. It sounded as if he didn't have the time of day for her, even though he'd been the one to initiate conversation.
"An asshole," Aiko countered calmly. Aoba's face fell at that particular bit of bluntness, but she didn't care at the moment. "Because no one else would try to blow up a puppy as their first target. Do you maybe want us to wait while you find a bunny-rabbit to kick or something? I have time." She gestured expansively at the greenery around them.
He had the grace to look a little flustered. "That was not a puppy," Utakata denied. "That slavering beast had to be at least five feet tall."
Slavering beast? She was going to turn him into a bloody smear. Mitsuo was an adorable little love, and probably twice as clever as Utakata was. And at least Mitsuo had manners, even if he did lick his plate.
"He's a growing boy," Aiko huffed. Hōseki gave a warning growl that seemed to startle Utakata into remembering that there was another dog present.
"I think that's enough," Aoba cut in sternly. "Please be calm, Uzumaki-san. I'm certain he did not intend to harm your friend. Now, Utakata-san. We really have to insist that you at least consider returning with us. This is for your own safety, as well as that of everyone in the Elemental Countries. Akatsuki will stop at nothing to capture jinchuuriki. I'm sure that you are formidable, but no one man can stand against half a dozen S-class shinobi. This is folly. The Mizukage offers your protection and amnesty."
His lips thinned further, if that was even possible. "I care not what my former village wants," Utakata denied. "I can avoid Akatsuki."
"Yes, like you avoided us," Aiko pointed out sardonically. "It took me less than a day to track you. We spent maybe three hours start to finish, not accounting for when we stopped for tea. Frankly, you're not that stealthy. You've just been low priority until now."
Utakata gave her the strangest look—perhaps the right word was evaluative. "Uzumaki, he said?" Suddenly, his voice had a slight lilt. He shook his head slightly and let his eyes flutter all but closed. His tone lowered dismissively. "I expected someone a bit more impressive, if you're really the girl who supposedly defeated the Nibi and escaped the Akatsuki."
'There is a huge difference between defeating the nibi and defeating the nibi jinchuuriki, you insufferable dodo.'
"Learn to live with disappointment," Aiko informed him crisply. "I'm not here to impress you. I'm here to convince you to return home where you're safe using my wit and charming personality, or to hit you over the head and drag you back to Mist over my shoulder."
The look he gave her was absolutely withering, and the response sardonic. "I wish you the best of luck with that endeavor."
She just shrugged, eyes hard. The breeze that had seemed so nice before while they ran carried a stifling, biting heat now. That may have just been her poor mood, however.
"Please, Utakata-san," Aoba sighed, probably cursing teenagers in general. "We do have you out-numbered, and this doesn't need to become a fight. I would prefer not to use force."
Utakata shook his head slowly. "I can never return to Kiri," he informed them. His tone was light, but Aiko imagined she heard a bitter undertone. "They only wish to use me what the power I contain."
'Well, duh,' Aiko thought rather uncharitably. It wasn't pretty, but that was what it meant to be a jinchuuriki. It was what being a shinobi was in general, really.
But he continued. "I cannot and will not trust any who hail from Kiri."
She blinked. That didn't sound right. "No one from Kiri?" Aiko confirmed a bit skeptically. "That seems like a big generalization. It's like saying that you can't trust anyone who prefers udon over ramen."
"My own teacher betrayed me on Kiri's orders," Utakata informed her rather snidely. "Who then could I trust?"
"That sounds more like a problem with your teacher in particular than with Kiri," Aiko countered genuinely, sitting down and bracing her elbows on her knee. Aoba seemed perplexed, but she ignored him while she cradled her chin in a palm and observed their target thoughtfully. This was a bit more interesting. "He definitely shouldn't have done that, of course. My teacher would have told Konoha to go eat dirt if they wanted to sell me out."
Of course, Kakashi might not be exactly representative of the average or healthy individual. But she'd do the same for Fukiko. Hell, she had essentially thumbed her nose as a higher authority for Fukiko before she'd even met the kid. That was what it meant to take responsibility for guiding a young life.
(She ignored that the thought made her feel guilty for passing ROOT off onto Tsunade. A master-apprentice relationship was one of the best vehicles for guidance precisely because it was flexible and personal. She could hardly mentor a large group of adults).
But he shook his head, eyes narrowed. "No. The entire concept of masters and apprentices is fundamentally flawed," Utakata rejected her argument. "I will never again be an apprentice."
"Well, yeah," Aiko rolled her eyes. "You're too old now. But you could be a master and treat your apprentice in the way that you think they should be treated. That's the dangerous and wonderful part about that relationship—it's so personalized to the individuals who enter into it."
"It gives unnatural authority to one individual." However displeased he was, Utakata seemed passionate enough about this topic that he moved from the deceptively languid posture that hinted he was about to bolt away at any moment to something stiffer and more genuine. Aoba kept his mouth firmly shut, gaze darting between the two. Aiko took that to mean he was going to let her have a try at talking sense into their target. "The master and apprentice relationship is reliant on inequality. It subjugates one to the other and allows the master to overrule the apprentice, who is should be his equal, as a fellow sentient being."
'I'm sensing a lot of baggage here, and can't help but note that he didn't say fellow human,' Aiko observed. 'He must be on very good terms with his bijuu, then. This isn't just about his teacher. It's tied into his state as a jinchuuriki.'
She was sympathetic to that, actually. Making jinchuuriki was completely unethical. Of course, so was murder, and she did plenty of that if the circumstances were right. "I agree that all sentient beings are created equal and should be treated equally, but the primary function of a master-apprentice relationship is not reliant on inequality," Aiko calmly rebutted, letting her eyelids slide mostly shut and observing his reaction.
What the hell, why not try philosophizing at him for a while.
"It is instead intrinsically attached to hierarchy, which is neither good nor bad. We all live in hierarchy, unless we never deal with others." That was a mild jab at his wandering loner act. Judging by the brow he arched, Utakata caught it. Aiko unapologetically gave him a playful little smirk. "The pack can't function without hierarchy. We'd just be wild animals." Her tone was innocent, but the implication was clear.
That jab he actually quirked a smile at, slightly hostile though it was. "And that's not a form of oppression? The strong forcing their worldview and agenda on the weak?"
Aoba looked bored out of his mind.
"Only when perverted," Aiko sighed, as if he was droll for even trying to make that connection. "All interaction is cooperative, at its core."
"Your naivety is charming," Utakata drawled in a tone that said it most certainly was not, looking down on her. "But you are incorrect."
She raised a brow and inserted as much scorn as possible into her next words. "I'm wrong?" Aiko repeated mockingly. "My, that sounds an awful lot like you're falling back on your original statement because you can't think of a rebuttal."
"It's not worth my time." Utakata gave a little jump, and—
"That's not terribly practical," Aiko mumbled under her breath, absolutely flummoxed as he attempted to escape via bubble. It was really pretty, she supposed, if a bit conspicuous. And it wasn't what she thought of first when defensible transport came to mind. It almost had to be permeable, and bubbles weren't exactly known for being sturdy in the first place.
She badly stifled a snort. This shouldn't be amusing, it really shouldn't. It probably indicated that he had a very dangerous, unique set of techniques that he could do terrible things to her delicate person with. In fact, he'd been living as a missing nin for a while, which was a notoriously hard life. He shouldn't be underestimated.
Still...
'Glinda, you're leaving far too early! Don't I get some shiny shoes out this deal?'
Luckily, her captain was able to force down any amusement more easily than she was. Perhaps he just had no sense of humor, but she'd forgive it. Someone had to deal with the fact that their princess was floating away to another castle, after all.
Aoba flung his arms out and what appeared to be (in technical terms) a ginormous cloud of chattering crows flew out and up at Utakata. They easily invaded his personal bubble and harassed him. The strain on his face as the first one broke through the glistening water let the Konoha shinobi know two things.
The bubble was indeed designed to allow physical objects to pass through, probably so that he could attack.
And it would be a pain for him to escape if birds were harassing him the whole time, which would force him to choose between killing the hundreds of annoyances and maintaining his sphere.
He chose to let the bubble pop, flitting to the top of one of the ambitious bushes and starting off west at a dash.
By that time, Aiko had stood up and flitted after him, only letting Aoba leap in front of her as an afterthought. The birds abandoned the bubble—which was good, because the tiny bubbles hidden inside the large burst transport detonated and sent a few unfortunate stragglers drifting to the ground in bloody feathers—and dove at the jinchuuriki from above.
She hoped they'd poo on his hair. Utakata twisted slightly to face them, revealing that he'd pulled some strange flute-like device out of his kimono and lifted it to his lips.
It probably wasn't to play get-away music, so Aiko was ready to bolt to the side regardless of the fact that she would fall further behind when a trail of green, glimmering bubbles shot out from his device at unpleasant speed. Despite her preparation, she felt the whoosh of air disturbed by their passing, and she'd had more time to react than her temporary captain who had been in front of her.
'Holy cow, Aoba is kind of a badass,' she realized, when her eyes registered that her companion had chosen the path less traveled by leaping over the bubbles like he thought he was a bird himself. That left him in the air and unable to dodge for a crucial moment, which could have ended him if the bubbles had been able to change trajectory—but they didn't, and he flipped in the air like a world class gymnast and continued running when he hit the ground without losing any speed. He immediately flung three short blades—Utakata dodged them all without even turning around.
The green bubbles were apparently an acid. Aiko wasn't any sort of expert, of course, but the sizzling sound and nearly immediate collapse of greenery behind them was a pretty good clue. Aiko lost just a foot or so of distance when she had to gather just enough concentration to form two winding chakra chains and trail them down each arm, but Aoba had caught up and moved to knock Utakata down with a swipe to the back of the neck.
With preternatural speed, the jinchuuriki swept around in a rustle of fabric and easily swung under the blow. Aiko could have sworn that he was smirking and his eyes were amused, but it might have been prejudice. His reflexes were inhumanly good. She knew that he would use the change in momentum to swing around Aoba and knock him over from behind, then dart over to her. With both of them immobilized, he would flee before they could regain their bearings. Or try to, at least. If he didn't really mess her up, she'd be able to catch him if she dropped the chains, and she didn't think he actually wanted to kill them. He'd been pulling his punches so far.
Shame that he forgot about the angry dog, who was also inhumanly fast. Hōseki probably weighed only about thirty pounds, but when she strategically applied that weight by latching onto Utakata's right ankle as it twisted without even attempting to slow, it had the humorous effect of bringing him down into a destabilized splitz. He might have recovered from that if Aoba hadn't knocked into him an eighteenth of a second later, wide-mouthed and clearly trying to dodge.
'That looked painful,' Aiko observed cheerfully, pinning Utakata with a messy pool of blunt chains as soon as Aoba's momentum had carried him in a roll of limbs over the now very disgruntled 19-year old jinchuuriki. He made the mistake of jerking, which gave her all the room she needed to slip the chains around his body and wrap him up like a caterpillar.
"Wow, that was embarrassing," she commented loudly. Hōseki spat out her mouthful of flesh and gave a loud bark through teeth that shone with blood.
"Oh, shut up," Aoba groaned, pushing himself up to a seated position. His glasses were crooked enough for her to see that his eyes were dark colored before he hastily adjusted them.
Aoba coughed uncomfortably and broke eye contact, though Tsunade raised an eyebrow. "It went acceptably," he half-asked, half informed.
"Well, that's convincing," Tsunade drawled sardonically, tapping her fingers against her desk. "Did you have complaints about the way that Aiko did her job?"
That had never happened before, but then again, she only seemed to work with a small group of people. And it wasn't as if that scruffy mentor of hers didn't have his share of infuriating habits. Some of them could have rubbed off.
"No, of course not," Aoba denied professionally. "She located the jinchuuriki and did manage to subdue him after I brought him down."
His tone on the last five-or-so words was odd, but Tsunade was already rolling her eyes and moving on with her life and report. "That's nice. So Terumi has him, huh? He didn't come quietly?"
After he was done, she sent him out and had Aiko come back in. Aoba was enough of a professional that he didn't let on that he was wondering why their debriefings had to be separate, although he certainly was.
Really, there was no reason she needed two debriefings on this mission. But acting as though she did would provide an excuse for ha—
'I need to give the cloak and dagger routine a rest,' Tsunade scolded herself as Aiko slipped in and gave her a curious look. She didn't feel obligated to explain that she'd forgotten she no longer needed to hide things from Danzo. It was just a force of habit not to openly meet with Aiko without an easy explanation. Perhaps it was the topic of this conversation that had moved her mind in that old pattern. "I have a present for you," she wryly informed Aiko.
Aiko was smart enough to be wary. Or maybe she'd just noticed a pattern.
"You're no fun," Tsunade grumbled. Still she pushed her chair back far enough to retrieve a sealed envelope from one of her drawers and held it out. "Well go on, take it." As soon as her hands were free and Aiko was stepping back, running her fingers over the paper consideringly, Tsunade sighed. "I think you need this information right now. It's what I've had put together from Danzo's records," she explained. Aiko's expression instantly became inscrutable, which made her wince a little. It was a reflexive reaction to thinking about Danzo and ROOT, probably. What had been done to that girl?
Those thoughts were useless, so Tsunade waved them away and trudged forward. "Since at least some of them have decided you're their new boss, I thought it prudent that you have some sort of idea who is out there." It might have been funny under other circumstances to think of Danzo's devotees flocking hopelessly to the woman who'd shut him down, but the lingering possibility that someone would figure out she wasn't really Danzo's chosen successor was worrying. When that happened, would anyone figure out that Aiko had been involved in his death? If they did, they'd want her head. She should at least know who to be wary around.
There was no need to explain that to Aiko. The girl clearly knew what was being implied, and gave a grateful bow.
Tsunade waved her off and out of her office, before getting the guilt-driven urge for a drink. She had a piece of hard candy instead, and tried not to think that she'd single-handedly managed to arrange the possibility that a group with about a hundred combatants within the city would want a teenager dead. If news of Aiko's association with ROOT and involvement in its downfall came out, no amount of well-wishing would change the fact that Aiko would be deader than a doornail. Konoha's walls didn't protect against inside threats.
'Maybe I should take Jiraiya's advice,' she thought glumly.
It had seemed impossibly cruel when he'd first suggested it. These ROOT shinobi had been wronged by Konoha's oversight. How could she possibly justify sending them out on dangerous missions and hoping they would die so they weren't her problem anymore?
What she wanted to do was feel them out individually and have them rehabilitated. But there was always the risk that someone would fake compliance and raise the alarm with their fellow ROOT. Danzo was gone, but they still had his procedures to fall back on, and they were a formidably sized force. It would be utterly impossible to go after them all at once, whether it was to help them or arrest them, and it would only take one of them to raise the alarm.
'I don't want to kill them,' Tsunade thought a bit helplessly.
That had never been what she'd wanted. Having Sai around as one of her bodyguards made the guilt from her thoughts even worse. He wasn't a bad kid. Surely there were others who could be saved, and assimilated into Konoha's forces. Maybe they would assimilate on their own, given time.
But on the other hand, maybe they wouldn't, and then she would have an uncontrolled traitorous faction with unknown objectives operating within her village. She really should inform ANBU and the Jounin, so that they at least knew about the threat. But that could only lead to a military clash. Not only would that be a horrific waste of manpower when they needed it badly, but it was the exact situation she had been trying to steer away from.
Having them report to Aiko worked to stall for time, if nothing else. They were used to taking orders. If they thought nothing was wrong, then hopefully they would just naturally be integrated into the village proper when she didn't send them out on excessively militaristic missions (and really, building bases in foreign powers was too aggressive. What had Danzo been thinking? If he hadn't planned to eliminate the local authorities, he would have been found eventually).
She did have to admit that Jiraiya's solution was neatest, provided she could trust them to fulfill whatever missions she sent them out on. A lot more people could die on missions without arousing suspicion than could be disappeared from within the village. If most of the ROOT only knew one other member or so, it might take quite a while to realize what was happening. And their numbers would be significantly lessened when they did.
Tsunade heaved a groan and put the matter aside for now. She wasn't getting anywhere by re-hashing the same problem over and over.
"You look like the cat that got the cream," Chouji's mother remarked, idly playing with the red stud in her right ear.
Aiko shrugged, before remembering that wasn't considered a particularly polite response. "I went for a good run today," she explained.
Chouji made a face, shaking his head vigorously. "Dad, you have the oddest friends." He gave her a conspiratorial wink to show he meant no harm. "You invite her over for dinner, and she talks of such stomach-turning things," he complained.
"Bah." Choza settled at the head of the table and gave Aiko a faux-stern stare. "Young lady, in this household, we don't speak of such things at the table."
Baffled, she blinked twice before realizing he might be partially serious. "Running?" she clarified.
The only person remotely close to her age gave a solemn nod, looking uncannily like his father when he did so. "Or at least, you can't talk about running for fun. Even Ino doesn't do that."
"Oh, little Ino?" His mother (whose name Aiko had completely forgotten and so was desperately hoping someone would mention soon) queried. "I haven't seen her around here in so long, how is she doing?"
And Chouji flushed a brilliant red, sticking his chopsticks into the table on accident and bumping his fist into his plate. That was bad enough, but then the damn thing flipped and ended up on his lap.
It wasn't particularly kind, but Aiko joined in with snickers when Choza burst out into laughter. Chouji pouted, even as his mother patted his hand sympathetically and tossed him a napkin to clean up his lap.
"Don't make that face, son," Choza managed to chide. "There's nothing wrong with getting flustered by a pretty girl. Just try not to do that in front of Ino-chan."
Chouji was still beet red. His expression implied he would rather do a great many terrible things than have his parents tease him about a pretty girl with an outsider looking in. "Excuse me," he choked out, before fleeing with surprising grace for such a big teen.
Aiko pressed her lips together to keep from smiling and refrained from offering comment.
"Well, we've embarrassed one teenager," Akimichi-san said cheerfully, reaching for some sort of dessert in a sugary frosting. "How may we make you uncomfortable today, Aiko-chan? Are there any cute boys in your life?"
"I plead the right not to implicate myself in a court of law," Aiko deadpanned. Of course, that wasn't a thing here, so the looks she got in return were odd. At least no one pursued it further.
"That aside, have you decided about what you're going to do about the small council seat?" Choza changed the subject. "You're going to have to resign from the large council, even if you choose to defer this offer."
"I'll somehow soldier on without that on my calendar."
Choza's lips twitched, but he waited patiently to a response to his actual question.
Aiko hesitated for just a moment, feeling oddly like this was a test, and then bit her lip for just a moment. "I think I'm going to accept the appointment," she admitted with just a hint of grouchiness. "If I really hate it, I can make Naruto or Karin my representative later. But it would be churlish to reject a good-faith offer. Politically speaking, it wouldn't look good for me to turn my nose up at something that a lot of clans covet. I'd hardly make any friends that way. Besides, there are actually contentious issues involving Uzumaki, and it would be irresponsible to abandon a possible tool to advocate for the others."
Naruto was an obvious issue, of course, as the jinchuuriki. Some people were never going to like him, and even those who did might still see him as a weapon before he was a person.
But he wasn't the only problem. Karin was a foreigner—no one liked those very much. She'd had enough trouble at the hospital with people refusing to work with her to make that clear.
And then there was Hinata… Kami, where to start there? She had no idea how she was going to sit in meetings with Hyuuga Hiashi and not implode from the sheer awkwardness of it all, but she was going to have to figure something out. Hinata had a tougher skin than she'd had when they were children, luckily, but she wasn't immune to the fact that a lot of people disliked her for snubbing the Hyuuga in exchange for a rather disreputable family.
In other words, she had a gaggle of silly bastards who needed someone to look out for them. Besides, the small council hardly ever met except in emergencies when the Hokage wasn't available to give direction. Considering the potential gain available, the commitment required would be small.
Choza looked unduly proud at her responsible decision. "That's very mature," he praised quietly. A genuine smile seemed to peel ten years off his face. "I think that you have a pretty tight grasp of the mentality a clan head needs."
Aiko attempted a smile, but it probably came across as vaguely nauseous. At the look her poor job garnered, she hastily tried to explain. She didn't want him to think she was ungrateful for his tutoring, but, "I don't know that I really feel like a clan head, or even a clan. I know that the Uzumaki are a real clan," she explained, waving her hands apologetically. "I just… I don't understand how I fit in context with that history. I didn't grow up with it. and what I have now hardly feels like a clan. It feels more like I'm taking care of my little brother and his friends. I don't mind being responsible for them, but it doesn't seem like…" she paused, struggling for words.
Sympathetically, Choza helped her, suggesting, "It just doesn't feel quite legitimate, does it? I can imagine that it might be hard to come to terms with a history you're unfamiliar with. You don't have the same sense of where the clan has been and where it's going that you should." Empathy was written in his features, and his voice lowered as if he was sharing a secret. "I don't know that I would feel any differently, if I didn't have that history as guidance. Perhaps you need to spend some time familiarizing yourself with your roots. The Uzumaki taijutsu and fuinjutsu are lost, and the names of people you've never met will hardly be inspiring, but it might help to see how they lived. That sort of thing."
Aiko smiled politely, but she didn't think reading the sparse histories available was really going to help. Konoha had a fair bit of information on how the Uzumaki had interacted with them—records of services rendered, famous friendships, and things of that ilk—but nothing that could tell her what it had been like to be a clan.
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We know in Canon, Boa and her sisters created a lie in order to hide their history with the Celestial Dragons and how they got their devil fruits. Did they do something similar in your Pokémon AU?
Ah!!!! Anon!! You just made me realise who the “big bad” is in the Pokémon au
Oh it was so easy… lmao im stupid as fuck thank you
If you’re the same person whos been sending all of these asks recently you’re so big brain, your synapses on point they must be very healthy 💪🏽if not youre all cool peeps thanks for hanging out with me im really grateful you guys stick around
the marines and the world government and pirates dont really exist in this au obs hahdvdb but i was hinting that the league committee was sus, sussy as hell but i didnt have much else to pad this concept out
General concept is there’s a big “calamity” incoming for this story, what it is i still dunno but the league committee is absolutely at the center of it all, as is the general??? Government? We have to assume theres a political presence in pokemon?? So we have a overarching government power and they oversee the entirety of the grandline and the islands i guess and theyre in cahoots with the league committee
So there’s this concept that trainer’s and their bonded pokemon can “sync” when they mega evolve , this phenomenon is present in other “gimmicks” but for the sake of mega evolution being the first big game changer of its kind and Ash having ash-greninja as a alt form im going to use this for the au
This means a variety of things but mostly what kind of bond is needed for this perculiar sync to occur? How strong is it, is it emotional attachment? Or not?
The boa sisters were experiments, for this phenomenon, the result was a sense of detachment for all of them, specifically hancock as she seemed to have the most promising temperament for this special bond
As a result, Hancock does not use mega evolution, she despises it and maybe as a shield, to protect herself has built her empire and gym (she is the 5th? Gym leader) over a dynamax spot, the gargantuan size of her pokemon helps her feel safe and thats all she is willing to say about any of the competitive battle tactics she likes to see her pokemon tower over the challengers so she feels in control, at all times no matter what
Marco and Ace can use mega evolution and their bonds with their available Pokémon who can evolve this way are stable, trusting and loving, this is the best possible outcome for a mega evolution bond sync, this is what every top tier trainer should be aiming for if they want to utilise such a powerful form
Sabo however is like Hancock, he’s got potential, and it helps that he’s highly attuned to his Garchomp
There’s a second tier to mega evolution where a trainer and partner pokemon sync so closely its hard to tell where their personalities start and end, for Hancock she was experimented on with charizard mega stones (she has a great fear of dragons…) she became violent as did the bonded charizards, but the bond was forced and painful and left a scar on their minds
For Sabo which many would say is a good relationship, becomes more bestial, taking on Garchomp’s hotheaded animal mind so that Chompy can become more level headed, its like a trade in a sense, Sabo takes the animal impulse from Garchomp so he can become more rational, this is because mega evolved garchomp are violent, uncouth beasts that should never even have such a demonic temperament, without a good trainer they’re unstoppable creatures out for blood
Basically Sabo becomes a bloodthirsty feral bastard so Chompy can use his mega form without fear of hurting anyone, any physical changes on either is most likely a trick of the light but there have been photos of Sabo with slit pupils thrown around the forums
Luffy also has potential too but he doesnt know it yet, he currently has no mega stones or pokemon who can evolve this way
#op pokemon au#pokemon au#xam writes#long post#sorry!!!#let me know if you want this under a cut i cant do it on mobile#for some stinky reason
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So there’s these Jews...
in my family tree. Chile...
This is one of the wildest shits I’ve come across.
In the midst of chattel enslaved people classified as negroes or mulattoes building the United States from scratch and generating the country’s longstanding economy through forced free labor, Simon (an Ashkenazi Jew)
and Philipena (a Sephardic Jew)
scurried their asses to the "Golden Land of America” for opportunities, to escape persecution and whatever other shit was going on in Europe. That same ol’ raggedy ass, worn out line still used today. Anyway. They made their way to Ellis Island before it closed down, settled in New Jersey for a hot moment before moving to South Carolina because Philipena peeped Simon getting involved with Russian anarchists. His comfort zone.
Now why SC? There were Jews there like in other southern states, but high in number for Sephardic Jews like Philipena (my guess since she picked it). Simon opened a business called Simon Brown’s Sons, making shoes and boots; helped to establish a Sabbath school in Augusta, Georgia that he would send his kids too; owned $7,600 in real estate (about $160,000 in 2022 dollars); and was a “farmer” aka he owned enslaved negroes and mulattoes who labored the land that would eventually amass to 5,000 acres after enslavement. Did I mention he enlisted in the Confederate Army but was later captured by the Union after stomping with Robert E. Lee?
Don’t take this as the Union being the “good guys.” Their hands been dirty and bloody too. After all they’re the ones who created the Devil’s Punchbowl concentration camp in Mississippi to starve and curb the population of over 20,000 negro and mulatto women and children who were then classified under the federal status, U.S. Freedmen, which the descendants (Black Americans) are still under today. Oh wait. Rewind. Did I mention that Phillipena shielded their house from being torched by Union soldiers during the Civil War by waving a masonic flag from the porch? Yes, bitch. Them people. The commanding officer spotted the sign and rerouted.
Simon’s ass is in three books, including The Jewish Confederates by Robert N. Rosen, Dark Hours: South Carolina Soldiers, Sailors, and Citizens Held in Captivity during the War of Southern Independence, 1861-1865 by Randolph W. Kirkland, Jr and a Virginia Encyclopedia about his capture at The Battle of the Weldon Railroad.
Him and them sons of his were featured in a number of newspapers (I’ve counted 20 so far) after some shit popped off. It’s featured in the book, Carnival of Blood - Dueling, Lynching and Murder in SC 1880 -1920 by John Hammond Moore.
So what happened?
John Gribben, an Irish immigrant in his 40s who was the town marshal, wasn’t fond of Jews. He would post letters about his feelings and pry open and search through Simon’s deliveries. Looking for what? Liquor. On Aug 28, 1894, John pried into the clothes package of Simon’s 22-year-old son, Solomon. Simon pulled up on John, accusing him of persecution before they got to loudly arguing. Simon’s three sons rolled up leading John to tell them he would beat all their asses.
Twenty-year-old Isadore stepped up beating John’s ass “against the wall of Geo. A Still’s store,” per one of the news articles. How would John get out of this one? Pistols were drawn and them crackas had a whole shootout like they were in a western. John caught one to the left shoulder and another near the heart, entering the left lung. Mothafucka staggered and died in the store he got his ass beat on the wall of. Solomon caught a head shot, one in the chest and one directly to the heart. Signed sealed and delivered to their makers. Au revoir.
That trial was a damn riot. Not a literal riot just wild. Simon’s son, Herman, was on trial for being the one whose gun delivered the kill shots to John with Simon and Isadore listed as the accessaries. A news article about the trial delves into and I quote “the influential Brown family” history. So you know how that trial went. Acquitted. That wouldn’t be their last case like this one involving the damn South Carolina Supreme Court. I don’t even have the energy to read it. More shenanigans.
Did I mention that that side of family tree ends up dipping into the Rothschild tree? Them people. I just…
So how does my 3rd grandmother end up in the picture after emancipation bringing forth a child by one of them sons? It wasn’t by choice. You catch my drift...
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They can look like us is really hesitant to say it's me and it should be because it's not me I'm not a mutant and I don't mutate and turn into a rock guy for real or acting and they do and you'll never guess who's who here it's a big mess the rock guy is apparently John remillard that's why he's singing ouch, and my grand nephew kind of giggling a little she knows what he's doing he's got a case of the warts, and he's getting a little himself because he didn't get it Brian is a big flavor and it's obvious and BG is extremely flexible and yeah Trump you have evil things attached all over you and it gives you armor. And he knows a bit about it it's just like the Shriners and you went there and he spent some money and he investigated and we saw him doing it and we didn't like it and he is a breath hold diver not one peep out of them the whole time. And there's some other things so he wasn't there personally. She can get invisible and have shields she's always doing that but really the whole point is they're actually doing it and there's two sides to this coin or three and he says it's the edge that you all worry about. But it's rude if you look at it and we are trying to figure it out all the time and he says there's two movies and they sort of lead to War of the worlds it's not really sure how it's in New York and the silver surfer opens holes and supposedly you can see ships and bja thinks they're opening up holes and they have the dumbass doing it it's kind of funny because that's what's really happening. It looks like a trick and it's power and it's an illusion and it kind of stupid people but they have a lot of fun doing it to each other then telling each other what they did. Is on pretty soon and they going on grabbing chips he says and they're offshore with 5 million chips and that's how they get there apparently after the fantastic four and they're pretty they're way out there at 400 miles but they're threatening everybody and he did on his own big they moved it up there fast so that's what they're up to me and p is going to hit tonight and it's coming up pretty quick we have to get ready they're getting suited up and I'm not going I want everyone to know that it sounds like a time thing to do and they are
Mac daddy
I'm going to become encrusted with stuff and come here and crush you CAA and Dan and he says you become encrusted because we do it so you come down the road and to become a diseased piece of s*** now he said the last part and I agree but I don't believe it and I'll probably die doing it or trying to do it he says and it's true too so I get an attitude and then get hit and he doesn't care cuz I'm stupid. I gather there's something happening to me over and over I'm going to the matrix people say and they traced it a few times they have video something I figured out something they can't stop me from being an a****** that's what he's using and I tried not to be and it's almost impossible and everyone can't stand me cuz I keep taking stuff and ruining it and say it could be people that are captured in the tron facility cuz he says they use the light The matrix to get information have you degrade things and they used to try and facility to run your body without you there so they take stuff after they derig it they don't need to use the matrix after you've taken the ringing out and so I get that not many of them makes sense she's probably to the trying facility it says they're up there now in Calgary trying to get the weapon system and they might harm some of the saucers with it and blame Jason and myself so he may as well go up there and open it up for him says he's up there already and we're not following that at least to be another step I get that so merry Christmas everybody in bah humbug
Trump and Sarah really we mean it bah humbug but we're supposed to defend ourselves it says he's not doing bad at it he's alone I guess we look like crap and stupid this is horrible we suck
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Many things change over time, but my terrible taste in names is not one of them
That being said, these Pokémon all deserve a better trainer than I
#trash chat#guess who got shield peeps#pokemon swsh#pokemon shield#btw my trainer is named valencina#but thats just for my first playthrough#i already have an actual trainersona lmao#ALSO I FEEL BAD FOR BEATING HOP ALL THE TIME R HE E E E E
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Friday (AG!Peter Parker x reader)
This is a tickle fic.
I literally don’t even understand how I haven’t written for this beauty before. Especially since he’s my favorite Peter Parker, I don’t understand. But NWH launched me RIGHT back into my obsession with him since 2016😭 so let’s go. Also thank this man right here for giving me motivation to actually write something finally. Takes place anytime before NWH
Warnings: Fluff, tickles, being late to class I guess lol, and I have no idea how college works so this may be very inaccurate (For example: Dorm rooms have a living room and 2 bedrooms)
You knocked on your boyfriend's dorm room twice. You heard the tv stop and footsteps going to the door. Harry pulled the door open with a sleepy smile. He had bags under his eyes and his eyes were red-ish. "Hey y/n/n."
You lifted a pair of Nike shoes up. "Hey Har. Were you up all night playing on PS4 again?"
Harry chuckled and shrugged. "Left his shoes again, huh? I don't get how he manages to leave your dorm with no shoes on time and time again." He laughed, stepping aside to let you in. He may not get it, but you do. He's jumped out your window to fight crime leaving everything else behind plenty times. You've got to give it to Peter though, keeping that big of a secret from his room mate takes skill. Especially with a room mate who constantly stays up until the late hours of the night.
Walking deeper into the living room you see a bunch of wrappers around the floor and the couch, proving Harry had been up. "Welp, just came to drop these off for Peter. I'll be back maybe after class-"
You stopped in your tracks when you noticed Peter's backpack still on one of the chairs. "Where's Peter?" It was a Friday and you had a free day today but Peter still had one class in the morning to attend.
"He's in his room." Harry shrugged nonchalant, putting his headset on and sitting back down to play his game. You sighed and went into Peter's room to find him knocked out.
"Really Peter?" You whispered to yourself. You went over to him and gently shook him. Nothing. "Peter. Peter. Peter!" You yelled. He was taken out. You gently straddled his waist and swept some hair covering his eyes. He looked so peaceful and pretty. But he had to get up. You launched your hands under his arms and wiggled your fingers to tickle him. Instantly, he flinched awake with a started gasp.
'Holy...What?!" He spluttered, hugging himself to shield himself from your hands. "What the heck, Y/n?" He groaned, his voice raspy and heavy with sleep. He relaxed and laid back down when you didn't try to attack him again. "I should get you back for that."
"Peter don't you have a class this morning?" You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.
Peter nodded and draped an arm over his eyes. "Yeah, I do. Just one today." You rolled your eyes and cleared your throat.
"Ok let me rephrase that. Don't you have a class this morning that you're late to?" You asked again. Peter lifted his arm from his face and peeped an eye open to look at you.
"What do mean....what.." He looked around lost and caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. "Oh man I'm late. Damn!" You hopped off him as he scrambled out of bed and ripped off his shirt, running to his dresser and hopping around trying to put his jeans on. "Crap I'm gonna get in trouble if I'm late again, this is the 4th time this week." He rambled to himself, shooting a web across the room to fetch his laptop and another to fetch the book he needs for today's class. He was turned around to put his shoes on and you tossed him his phone from his bed and he caught it easily, shoving it in his pocket. After putting his shoes on, he jumped up ran up to you, quickly kissing the corner of your lips. "Thanks for waking me up, bubs. I'll come over after class." He said, running towards the door.
You picked up a random shirt that was on his bed and threw it to him. "Shirt, dummy." You chuckled, knowing he didn't even realize he was shirtless. This boy. He gasped an "oh!" and sent you a shy smile. You threw yourself back on the bed with a smile. "Thanks. I'll see you." He left not a second after, pulling his shirt on and grabbing his backpack on the way out. "See ya, Har." With that he slammed the door and left.
"Byeee." Harry hummed, not even realizing that Peter was already gone. You stayed on his bed for a couple more minutes, laying in his spot where it was still warm. You scrolled on your phone for a few minutes before getting back to your dorm.
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Your room mate was off campus at her boyfriend's house for the day so it was just you for the next 2 hours until you heard a knock at your door before opening. Peter couldn't afford to come to your window while the sun was out and anyone could see him. So he took the long way in. Like a normal person. He walked into your bedroom and smiled. "I'm back! You miss me?" He said, walking over to you.
You looked at him and widened your eyes. "Peter... Your shihihirt!" You burst into giggles, covering your mouth to hide them. "Has it been like that the whole morning?!" You gasped. He looked down at himself and pulled on his shirt. It was inside out. "Oh sh*t.." He hummed in confusion, smirking shyly at the sound of your laughter. "Are you laughing at me?"
"And no one ever told you anything?!" You shook your head. Peter sighed in annoyance.
"Ugh, those little fakes."
You shook your head as you laughed. "Only you, Peter Parker. Only you." You giggled, wrapping your arms around him and patting his head to tease him. He squinted his eyes at you as he tried to hide his smile.
"You're teasing me. I know it." You laughed harder as he playfully pushed you away and fixed his shirt. "You know, my shirt wouldn't have been inside out if you had just told me before I left." He said, trying to pin it on you.
You dropped your jaw and looked at him. "Do not start. You left the room before I could see you put it on so don't you dare think about blaming me for that." You playfully scolded, poking his belly as you walked past him to sit at your bed. He sighed deeply and laid on your bed next to you. "Yeah ok, it is my fault." He hummed. "What do you wanna do today?"
You hummed, thinking. You turned to look at with with a smirk. "We could go shopping for an alarm clock for you." You suggested, biting your lip to contain your smile when he looked at you with side eyes.
"Are you gonna tease me all day today-" He started. You opened your mouth while raising your hands in defense.
"IIII'm just saying an alarm clock could serve you good so you don't have to manually set up alarms on your phone when you could forget-"
"Noo,, you're just making fun of me because I can't get up on time-"
"I'm not- well...." You gave him a pointed look and he gasped, making you belly laugh.
"I knew it- I could have gone to class shirtless and saved myself the embarrassment but you threw me the shirt. You did it on purpose. AND you purposely woke me up late so I'd be too distracted to notice the shirt was inside out!" You were dying of laughter.
"No I didn't-" "This was your plan all along." "Let me finihihish!" "You're just like everybody else, you're just out to embarrass me and tease me about everythi-" You brought a hand up to cover his mouth. "That is nohohot what happened and you know ihihit! AHH!" You squealed when Peter's arm shot under your arm, making you pull your hand away from his mouth. "I know, tickles, right? I was gonna let it slide that you tickled me this morning but after all this, I don't think I can anymore." He shook his head and pulled you to his chest, locking you in.
"Wahahait! Peter I wasn't teasihihing!!" You wiggled around trying to get out of his hold.
"What- so, you're really gonna sit here and lie?" He asked, raising hi eyebrows at you, making you melt into laughter. He couldn't hide his grin. "That's what I thought." He quickly dug his fingers into the middle of your belly, smiling at the sound of your desperate laughter.
"Nohohohooo!" You cried, kicking your legs out and tucking them to your chest.
"Does it tickle, bubs?" He teased in a babying voice. "Is it too much to handle? It tickles too much?” Peter laughed when he felt you melt into him as you got weaker and weaker.
"STOHOhohop! Thihihis isn't fahahair!"
"It's very fair, it's completely fair." He turned over, partially laying his weight on you and having you face down to the bed. He dug his thumb into the back of your lower ribs; one of your most sensitive spots making you scream and slap at his arms as much as you could with the position you were in. "Dahahamn ihihit." You cried, hearing Peter laugh along with you. You felt him place vibrating kisses down your neck, adding to the torture and causing you scrunch your neck up. "Peter, the neighbohohors!!!!" You whined, embarrassed that they could probably hear you getting tickled to pieces by your boyfriend.
"What about them, bubs? You embarrassed? Huh? You're embarrasses that they hear you laughing?" He teased, squeezing your hipbones. You nearly broke out of his hold with how much you flinched at the action.
"NOOO PETER LET ME GOHOHOHOOO! YOU'RE EVIHIHIL!" Peter had to laugh out loud at your outburst, continuing his assault on your hips for a moment longer before turning you on your back and grabbing your wrists, straddling you like you did this morning. You immediately knew what he was doing and your heart dropped. "DOHOHONT!!!!!" You yelped, fighting against him to keep your arms down.
"Just one last thing, one last thing." He asked; though it wasn't really a question.
"No Peterrr. Dohohohont I'm gonna diiie." You whined, throwing your head back in defeat when he successfully held your wrists above your head. "Nooo." You pouted, hoping your puppy eyes would get to him. But all you got was a teasing chuckle.
He mimicked your pout and baby talked you again. "No? No tickles?" He traced a finger lightly over your underarms, making you burst out into giggles and pull at your wrists. "Not even a little bit? Just a little? No?" He began to lightly scratch under your arms, switching back and forth between the two. You fell into silent laughter from how embarrassed you were and tried to turn your face to hide in one of your arms, shaking your head laughing. Peter almost broke character and burst into laughter but he held it in. "Can I just...." He caught you by surprise and dug into your left underarm making you scream loudly and kick out your legs. It only lasted a few seconds before Peter fell beside you in laughter.
"Ahhhh, that's so hilarious, you're too adorable." He sighed happily, scratching under your chin making you scrunch up with a yelp to prove his point. You slapped his arm and turned on your belly and hid your face into your pillow, panting heavily. "Awww you're gettin' all shy on me now?" He teased, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheeks repeatedly. You both laid in a comfortable silence until you spoke up. "I don't even wanna go anywhere now. You took all my energy." You groaned, giving him a playfully pointed look. Peter smiled as he looked into your eyes.
"That's okay, we can just lay here all day if you want. Watch movies, eat, fall asleep." He shrugged. You smiled and buried your head into his chest, nodding. After a while of letting a movie play in the background, you both fell asleep in each others arms until the afternoon.
#ticklish!reader#tickle fic#tickle fight#ticklish#avengers#marvel#peter parker#andrew garfield#spiderman x reader#spiderman#marvel mcu
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Just yesterday I saw NaruHina fans mocked SasuSaku fans who gloated because of Sasuke Retsuden manga adaptation, saying that it's not illustrated by Kishimoto and as they thought Kishimoto loathes to draw SasuSaku, since SasuSaku is the only pairing that didn't show up in Book of Lightning, (Akamaru story spin-off that was written and illustrated by Kishimoto). Since they implied that NaruHina appeared on the comic, I tried to give a look but unlike ShikaTema, SaiIno, and even ChoKarui whom we can see their happy face when they're talking with their spouse, NaruHina only show their back and Naruto barely looks like Naruto. There are no smile or a face at all, and compared to other couple NaruHina has the most distance with each other. I guess that NaruHina fans should realize that Kishimoto hates drawing NaruHina as well 😂😂😂
We really didn't need to go to Book of Lightning, Anon. Kishi never liked that ship and he will never draw anything for them. Even if he draw something, he would make it into something vulgar. He showed his distaste in Volume 64 cover page itself.
Look at our Hero and our best 'Heroine'.... They are sharing glances... They are holding hands. Romance overflowing from their eyes. I guess every NH peeps will have this poster hanged in their Room. ****Only under the condition of removing the Background Picture****
Because, Neji was standing behind in a form of a Bird and shielding them (The manner of his death) ... And inside a Cage, no less, that was created by Juubi. In Short, A Symbolic representation of Neji's dying as a Caged Bird.
A Poster which says a lot about how Hinata got her man. But not in a pretty way. No can enjoy this picture completely. Because of the background. The Author goes out of his way to shit on a poster where his Main Character and so-called Heroine standing together...
Whereas go and have a look at SNS posters, in most of the pictures you won't have anyone. Just them alone. Looking at each other. (Refer Chapter 485 and Chapter 486 and many more)
And to further add more salt,
In the Poster, we saw Naruto was holding Hinata's hands... But even that comforting moment was screwed by this Idiotic Author by turning it into a thirsty moment at the expense of Neji's corse.
2 birds in 1 stone.
And NH peeps think Kishi likes to draw NH??? LOLOL. Let me tell you, if you ask Kishi to draw this couple again... You will see some disturbing necrophiliac moment again with Hinata, but this time who-knows-which-dead-body-would-excite-her!!!!... NH peeps better pray that Kishi should never draw anything for their couple.
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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…"
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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."
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"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.
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"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.
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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.
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"[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.
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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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Malcolm Spellman and Kari Skogland have both been quoted as saying that Bucky needed to atone for and bear the consequences of his actions as the Winter Soldier, despite the fact that he had no control. As deplorable as that attitude is, let's put it aside for the moment and apply the principle of accountability to Howard Stark. He (and Peggy) hired Arnim Zola, brought him into Shield, and Howard was aware that Bucky was held in captivity and used as part of the Winter Soldier program (as shown when Howard recognized Bucky in 1991, when he was supposedly dead for 45 years.) Does Howard's murder at the hands of the Winter Soldier not constitute poetic justice, whereby Howard bears the consequences of his involvement at the hands of the weapon whose creation was enabled by Howard's own complicity? Why does Spellman speak of Howard as a victim, but Bucky as a criminal?
Because Spellman, along with half of the MCU writers, don't see Bucky as a victim. Someone getting killed is an easy visual to understand. Someone being strapped down and electrocuted/electrotherapied until he didn't know who he was...is apparently too abstract a concept for people to grasp. But given Spellman's argument sounds astonishingly similar to every Tony Stan's stance on it - "even if he couldn't control his actions it's undeniable he's the one who did it" - I think the issue is these people don't want to accept that Tony was wrong in attacking Steve and Bucky, hence they justify Tony's actions with that. My response to that as always is: Tony needs to go after the people who ordered the kill and not the mindless weapon used in the assault.
I think @ifandomus and a few other peeps meta'ed this in the past. Howard's hit - if we take the Watsonian view and not the Doylist "wow what a convenient plot device" view - is 99% staged for shock and attention. The hit took place in plain view of a camera. WS was lying in wait near where the camera was set up, and ambushed the car when it got close to the camera. Cameras on rural bushy backstreets are not common back in the 90s. This isn't even an oversight by the assassin, this has to be intentional. The entire murder sequence took place in front of the camera and then WS calmly walks up to the camera and shoots it: so he knew where it was, waited until he completed his kill (even though it was clear neither of them were in the condition to escape and besides with WS' accuracy he can take it out within seconds without having to walk close), then showed his face plainly to the camera before destroying it.
I also think, in this context, the poetic justice is probably manufactured. Someone had sent WS without his mask to kill Howard. Of course, there was always the chance that Howard would die on the initial impact, but when he didn't - as seen in the video - he was able to see the WS unmasked and recognised Bucky. I don't know who Howard had offended, but the dramatic irony of sending the super soldier that Zola, who Howard had admired and saved (his brain), had created to confiscate the super soldier serum Howard was carrying. Someone had a message for Howard, and for whoever the recipient of the video was. The brutality of the method of murder would also support this. There were a hundred ways an assassin of the WS' ilk could have killed Howard and Maria, but he did it with his bare hands. It's as though someone wanted to say "here is the weapon you helped create, and here he is killing you with his bare hands because he has been made this efficient and inhuman".
Is there poetic justice for Bucky in killing Howard? I mean we can only guess at how much Howard and Shield enabled Zola, but what's available is fairly incriminating. How much did Bucky beg for it to stop only for his tormentors crush even that will out of him? Howard begging Sergeant Barnes to stop before he was also crushed into silence does make it come a full circle, although I doubt Bucky himself sees it that way.
Edit: thanks @feralgoblintea: the original Howard meta here.
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𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗮
𝗣𝘁. 𝟮 - 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁
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tags; college au. angst. confession. fwb. drugs. fluff if you squint.
The first thing you registered was the light buzzing - no, vibrating of Suna’s phone. Much too dazed by your sleep, you didn’t wonder who was blowing up his messages this late at night. Raising up the sheets to shield your naked body from the cold, you tried to get some sleep, but Suna’s incessant tossing kept you from doing so.
You finally turned to him, eyes squinting at his illuminated face. “Why the fuck is your screen so bright?” You groaned and nuzzled into his chest, wrapping an arm around his bare torso. He merely chuckled, quickly putting away the phone.
“Why so cranky, you just woke up,” despite speaking in hushed sentences, his voice still dripped with mocking. Suna placed his hand on your hip, and though it remained in its station for a few seconds, he soon started trailing his fingers along your waistline.
“Can you even call it waking up? I didn’t sleep at all,” he cocked his head at that, bringing you in closer to him. “I guess I’m at fault for that.”
You smiled quietly, clearing your head as much as possible to get a wink of sleep, though you knew he’d be up and going soon. It had been a few weeks since the...incident, if that’s what you could call it. Nothing changed, really, for better or for worse. Sometimes he was more careful around you, but your relationship was only good for sex. That’s what you had to remind yourself, right? But everything remaining the same was what bugged you. You knew better than to demand more because this was never meant to go past fuck buddies. And while he started coming to you slightly less high, sometimes even seemingly sober, you knew better than to get your hopes up.
With your head like this on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. Steady. Steady, while yours seemed to always mess up and skip around him. And yet with the slow rhythm of his heart, of his breathing, you surrendered to sleep.
When you woke up again, the sunlight was already rudely peeping past your curtains, and the other side of the bed was empty. Still adjusting to the light, you looked around the room slowly, filled with a strange relief when you found Suna dressing up.
“Practice?” You rubbed your eyes carefully, putting on a hoodie and wobbling when you stood up to reach him. He smiled arrogantly as he ran a hand through his hair, proud of the mess he made of you.
“Yeah. I gotta stop to get something on the way, so I’m heading out now.” His voice was still raspy from sleeping, some of his locks awkwardly falling over his eyes.
Though you wanted to smile at the sight, you knew he was talking about his plug and picking up shit from him. It wasn’t that you judged him for smoking - if that had been your preference, you would’ve known better than to get involved. You and Suna started out as friends, and you had been good friends for a long time at that. Some of the boys on the team always smoked together, and you almost always happened to be there with a few other girls, sometimes even taking a hit you’d be offered. Some of those girls were flings you’d never see again, others were girlfriends. But you were just a friend at the time, not thinking much of the tall and laid-back middle blocker.
“Will you be there tonight? For the party, I mean,” he spoke casually, sitting down on sheets that now smelled like him. “I’m not too sure. I have an assignment due, and I have to be up early tomorrow,” he nodded from his place, tying his boots. You hadn’t been going to many parties lately. The semester nearly ending meant your workload was accumulating, which also meant seeing Suna less. It was at parties and gatherings that you really got to see him, anyway - he was always busy with volleyball and zooted out of his mind most nights he was free. Your thoughts were abruptly cut when you felt his lips press against your forehead, finding an apologetic smile when you looked up.
“You’re starting to bore me,” he joked, but it still made your smile falter. You wanted to give yourself a good slap; since when had you become such a crybaby?
“I’m gonna go now, don’t miss me too much,” Suna stood in the door, offering a charming wink.
“Bye, loser,” you smiled back before shutting the door right in his face.
You had tuned into your laptop to absorb every piece of information from the lecture, or at least try to, as you sat in the library. A quick glance at the clock told you it was nearly midnight. Surprisingly, the library was open all night for students to study - go figure, maybe they guessed most procrastinate until the night thereof. You were taking a few sips from your drink when your phone lit up for an incoming call.
“Rin?” You spoke quietly, not bothering to decipher what the background noise was on his end.
“Baby! You picked up,” his voice was lighter than usual, a mixture of sweetness and relaxation. Suna was the type to become touchy when he was intoxicated, whether by alcohol or drugs. His hands wandered everywhere and he became extremely affectionate, even cuddly, though it was mostly him grabbing your ass. You had only ever seen it for yourself; it was what he did when you were around, and you didn’t have the heart to ask what he did, or who he did it with, when you were absent.
“What’s up?” You let out a sigh as you leaned back in your chair, fingers toying with the straw of your cup.
“I wanna see you,” he spoke and you guessed he had walked out of whatever room he was in.
“I’m studying right now. I told you, remember?”
“Mm, yeah, yeah, you did,” Suna grumbled before a sharp noise echoed through the line, followed by a curse.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just knocked some shit over. Anyways, come on, just take a break.” You took in a sharp breath, wanting to knock your head against the wall. You knew when to say no, but when it came to him that never meant it was easy.
“I really can’t, Rin. If you just want a girl all over you, call someone else,” you flinched at your own tone, stupefied by the coldness of it.
Whilst you were pondering the source of your sudden anger, Suna was chuckling, probably shaking his head. “Hey, hey, where’s that coming from?”
“Well, I’m just giving you a disclaimer. I’d love to be there, but my grade for this class is desperately crying for help,” you laughed, hoping to cover up whatever that had been.
“So what? I just call someone else?”
“If that’s what you want right now,” you frowned, a detestable panic rushing through you. It was so stupid to even suggest so in the first place, what were you hoping to accomplish? Maybe you just wanted to check for yourself what happened when you weren’t there to satisfy him.
“Unfair, much?” He sighed, and you wished you were facing him right now, if only to catch a glimpse of what goes through his mind.
“How?” You ventured with a gulp, heart pounding against its cage.
“You’re the only girl who doesn’t sober me up,” your stomach twisted onto itself at the smirk on his voice. You felt sick yet couldn’t point down the reason why - there were several. You being foolish enough to even think of this fact as a confession, him only calling you because he just wanted his high to last. Was he using you? The thought raced through your mind, along with a few scenes of you laying next to him.
“Hey,” he blurted out seriously. Between you only remained the loudest silence you had heard.
“Hey,” you were utterly breathless, struggling for air as your lungs closed up and rebelled against your will. You wondered if this was truly so shocking. While you were in the back of his hair, this fear was always forced to the back of your mind. You had knowingly mistaken every moment for more than it was.
“Are you o-”
“I need to go, actually. I’m still at the library, so I should head home. Have fun, yeah?”
Before he could even reply, you ended the call, gripping your phone so tightly that your knuckles went white.
The ride to your apartment was loathsome, to say the least. Not even the loud music could keep you away from your thoughts long enough. You turned the engine off and made your way to the elevator. In the process of searching through your backpack, your phone almost slipped from your hands when you jumped in surprise, startled at the arm sticking through the closing doors.
Your heart dropped when they opened up to reveal a panting Suna staring right through you.
“Rin, what are you doing here?” You stammered when he pressed the button to your floor, nearing your figure.
“I came here to see you,” he was still slightly out of breath, eyes scanning you as if they were searching for something. Had he run for so long?
You took a look at your handwatch and cringed. It was late, but not late enough for him to come knock at your door.
“Thought you’d be busy until later,” you replied dryly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“Yeah, well, change of plans.” His sleazy eyes never left you, and you regretted not taking the stairs.
“I’m sorry I made you come all the way here, but you should go-” You stared at the hand wrapped around your wrist that pulled you closer until you stumbled forward.
“Don’t do that.”
You chuckled viciously, a sound that bruised him. “Sorry I’m not really in the mood to have sex right now.”
“You know that’s not what I’m here for.” Suna started to be visibly frustrated, or at least you thought so by the strength with which he was gripping the pole behind you.
“Then why are you here? That’s all we’ve ever done, Suna,” the name rolled off your tongue awkwardly, and as distasteful as it was for you, his flinch made it clear that he disliked it even more. The elevator doors opened and you walked out, straight to your apartment with the hopes that he’d stay behind.
“Oh, so now we’re back to the last-name basis?” You felt him right behind you, his heavy breathing audible.
“I’m sorry, okay?” You half-assed the apology as you struggled with your keys, the slight shake in your hands slowing you down.
After stepping inside, you turned just in time to see his shake head.
“Why are you being like this all of a sudden?”
Your eyes rolled back at his indifference. How could he be so dense? Was he feigning innocence like this was a game to the both of you? It may have been for him, but not for you.
“I don’t know!” A step towards him and you were already too close. You felt claustrophobic from the way he hovered above you. “Maybe because I feel fucking stupid? I know there’s nothing between us, I’m well aware,” the laugh that formed in your throat was bitter, yet it didn’t compare to the tightening of your chest. “But this just isn’t what I want anymore.”
Suna looked at you as if you had gone insane, unaware of the slight craze in his amber eyes. “What do you want?” He grabbed onto the door, stepping forward until he had cleared his way inside.
“Not this, not whatever you want out of me.”
The grin on his face, unlike his usual striking ones, branded an emotion he had never worn before. “Which is?”
“Making you cum while you’re high, apparently,” you sneered back, tearing his hand away from the door.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding,” Suna gritted through his teeth, slamming the door shut. You groaned, debating how hard you would have to smack his head with your backpack to give him a concussion.
“Oh, am I? You said so yourself.”
“You’re twisting my words,” he pointed his finger at you accusingly, fuming with every breath.
“How so?” This time you didn’t back off. Instead, you hit his chest, resisting the urge to claw at it so he’d at least keep a distance. “If you care to explain, go right ahead!”
“I never said that’s all I want,” his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to keep calm, which was turning out difficult for the both of you.
“Right, because only seeing you after you've smoked wasn’t enough of a message. I don’t even see you throughout the day!”
“How is that only my fault? You never told me you wanted something else, and you were as happy to fuck as I was whenever I knocked on your door.” You could only scoff at his words, amazed he could even dare to try and blame you.
“You know damn well this isn’t on me. I'm not the unavailable one, I'm not the one that's always gone until it's convenient. I'm not the one who barges in and acts like they own me, or did you forget about that already?” You had begun to scream out without realizing, but the rage you felt burning through the cracks of your heart was urging to be released.
Suna stood there quietly, staring at you with distant eyes, like he was too busy making sense of his own thoughts to even mind yours. When the clock ticked away and he had still not spoken a word, you inhaled, bracing yourself.
“Listen, this was nice. And I’d like to stay as a friend, so let’s just leave it at this. If you had plainly admitted that all you ever wanted was sex, I would’be been slightly better now.” The words were calculated and detached as you held onto the sleeves of your cardigan.
“You’re not fucking getting it, it’s not just the sex that I want,” Suna finally mumbled, but your hand was already placed on the knob.
“Well it's all you ever cared to ask for.” You opened the door and stepped away, unable to look anywhere but at the floor.
“When I said I didn't wanna leave you, I didn't mean- I meant…” each word was a separate struggle, and you lacked the strength to bear it any longer.
“What did you mean, Rintaro?” You only offered a tired smile as he stood there once again like a fish out of water. A silent challenge he never took on.
It only took you a few seconds to decide to push him from behind towards the door. You were angry, and heartbroken, and definitely not okay, but something like this was not worth losing him over. Despite everything, he had been a great friend before.
“Have a good night,” and with that, you spelled away the image of the tall brunette you came to adore.
You were still dripping from your long shower, the robe you wore doing little to collect the water before it hit the floor. It was early afternoon, not even 24 hours after the fight, yet it felt like an eternity had passed. You hadn’t heard from Suna at all, and a part of you wondered if you would soon or if he would disappear for a while. Shaking the thoughts away, you walked over to the kitchen to grab a drink when the doorbell rang. You frowned, scrambling your brain for anything your friends had said about coming over, but you were sure none had the plans to visit. The moment you opened the door, the scent of musk and ginger washed over you.
“Please don’t shut the door on me, you seem to have taken a liking to it,” he blabbered out as soon as your eyes met. You hesitated, shifting your weight on your feet.
“What are you doing here?”
“Give me a chance?” You frowned, scanning his face for ulterior motives but all you found was honesty. Despite it, your stomach sank at the sight. Though you didn’t know if you had wanted to see him or not, you wouldn’t have imagined it would be this hard.
“Rin, really, what are you-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, too bewildered to properly speak. Another glance at his face told you he was sober - he even looked more put together than he usually did, though it looked like his volleyball uniform was under his outerwear.
“For someone who was so upset, you should at least give me the opportunity,” he joked tediously, ignoring the dense air that had formed between you two.
His smile was rueful, and genuine from what you could see. “Just...let me do this properly. Dress up and let’s go to my game,” he announced, hints of timidity teetering his voice.
You simply gazed at him, lips forming a thin line. “What are you doing? Just- what are you planning?”
“Nothing!” He swallowed down, raising up the hand that was holding two bags. You raised an eyebrow at it, unamused. “Here, I got you something.”
Receiving it from his cold hands, you looked carefully into it before digging through it. “You’re joking,” you hissed, dangling the pink lingerie in front of his face.
He was smug, toying with you for his pleasure as always. You would have too if you had not been in this situation.
“It was a joke. That’s not...really what,” he quickly delved into the other bag, holding out a small, black box. You surveyed it before cocking your head, taking it from him and opening it. The necklace inside was pretty - beautiful, actually. But you didn’t want his money, you wanted him, which was likely a harder request. “It’s not gifts that I want, Rin,” you sighed, now painfully aware that he would never be something you could predict.
“I know that, angel. But I never treated you, or did something nice for you, and most guys do with, you know,” he trailed off, eyes darting away from your face.
“My problem is you only calling me when you’re high. That issue won’t be solved with gifts,” you massaged your temple, slowly becoming a mess as you tried to put the pieces together and figure out what he was doing.
“I’m not a damn addict, princess. It’s not all I fucking care about,” Suna swore as he leaned against the door frame.
“I know that! I never said you were, but you can’t just go from only giving me that to acting as if you actually want us to be something more. So tell me, how am I supposed to feel?” Though your voice nearly broke, you held onto the door - determined to at least stand your ground. You had been clear with him. You had specified you couldn’t do this anymore, so the least he could do is respect that.
His eyes narrowed for a moment, glimmering ever so briefly that you wondered if the change had been a figment of your imagination. “Listen— I've never,” his chest trembled with a breath before he continued. “I've never been in love with someone, alright? I don’t know how it fucking feels, and that was the last thing I planned on doing. And don’t get me wrong, I was hooked on you from the very beginning. But then suddenly you're the only person I’m attracted to,” Suna’s voice was uncharacteristically weak, threatening to crack at any moment. “And believe me it wasn’t for lack of trying, because while my dick was inside someone else, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to see you. And I didn’t- I don’t know how to process that, all that you fucking make me feel. I don’t even know if I want to process it at all, if I’m being sincere.” His lips lifted into a pained smile that didn’t reach his tormented eyes. “But when you ended that call, you sounded so hurt I panicked. And I don't have a plan, and I'm rambling, and this is probably the most I’ve ever said at once, but if I know something, it’s that I can't let it end here,” his throat bobbed but his steps to you were resolute. You almost turned away when his hands cupped your cheek, spanning the skin delicately.
You couldn’t find your voice for all it was worth. It was hard to tell whether your brain was working faster than your heart.
“You say that, but,” you jerked when you felt a tear trickling down your cheek. Suna’s fingers stuttered undecidedly, but his thumb wiped away the salty trail. “Assuming you truly felt that way, you never acted on it. Actually, you acted very differently,” you hiccuped, biting the inside of your cheek in shame.
“You want me to be honest with you? I feel like such a mess around you, like I might explode. It’s easier to deal with that in certain situations. Hence me restricting our time with each other to me being high,” Suna murmured, shrugging a shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I was scared all the good I’d ever do for you is a nice fuck. What if that’s all I get until I mess up? You’ve got it so together and I’m here, not even able to talk about my stupid feelings.”
You gaped at his pale face: the beautiful carving of his features, the slight quavering of his bottom lip, the long eyelashes framing half-mast eyes.
“You mean that?”
He laughed at your simple question, likely expecting more after everything he had let out. You wanted to give him more, but you were unable to, still trapped in your fear that it would all be fake.
“I do. And I’m sure it can’t just be me who feels like this.” With a look at you, he pinched your cheek gently, looking for an answer.
“It’s not just you. Obviously,” you grumbled disapprovingly. It was pretty obvious to you, but he still smiled sweetly, the frenzy in his face slowly fading.
“I’ll probably miserably fail, but I at least wanna try. I wanna do this — with you. So please let me. And if it’s not enough for you even after that, then I won’t waste your time anymore. But give me the chance.” His hands lowered to your jaw and neck while he spoke the words, forcing you into a retreat.
“Rin, do you even know how relationships work?” You scoffed, quirking your eyebrows at the boy.
“Yes. No. In theory?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his response. He really was awfully cute sometimes.
You eyed his waist, reluctantly deciding to wrap your arms around it with a heavy sigh. “I’ll probably regret this and get my heart broken.”
“Hopefully it’s not your heart that gets broken,” Rin quickly added, looking down at your body with a sneaky grin. You glared at him, hiding away the smile on your lips.
“You know we have to like- go on dates. During the day and all?”
He nodded like this was a work interview and he was expecting the question.
“Okay, so get ready. Let’s go to my game,” he signaled over to your room given your bathrobe, but you could only stare at him cautiously.
“I mean it. Come cheer for me,” Rin leaned down to you with the whisper, reaching your eye level. You nodded, rushing to get dressed once he planted a kiss on your cheek.
“You know,” he started off casually, grabbing your hand. “I might’ve cried if you hadn’t come back with me.”
“Oh, really?” You smirked at him, curiosity filling you.
Swiftly noticing your mood shift, he explained. “Well I talked to some friends...for advice, or whatever. So if I had showed back alone, those two jerks would’ve never let me hear the end of it.”
He squeezed your hand as laughter soared through you, your free hand traveling to your abdomen when it began hurting. “Seriously?” You added when you managed to control the laughter, gaining a glare from Suna.
“Seriously.”
When your eyes had returned to the road ahead of you, he lifted your intertwined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of your palm.
“I’ll do this, so just don’t complain anymore okay?”
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8/30/21 Loft Notes
Got the trash out, cans rebagged
Cleaned up and refreshed Cheeto and Cotta's feed station.
Dove palace is clean.
Lulu is 8 weeks.
Flint is 6 weeks and getting his first shots tonight.
CT4-1 is 3 week old.
And SC3-2 is 2 weeks.
Who ever said an armpit application of ivermectin is less traumatic on the birds than dipping has never had to handle Pants and Todoroki.
Both tippler boys put every ounce of their strength into trying to break or dislocate which ever wing I was trying to hold up.
Having to hold body down, wing up, and feathers back so you can see bare skin with one hand to apply by dropper with the other while a furiously strong bird is fighting to bend the wrong way to get put of your grip is a little slice of hell That said, it was much easier on the other birds.
Either tipplers in general or these specific two are fucking nuts.
I have full two hand control over them in a bucket and can much more easily prevent them from hurting themselves.
I do mean Pants and Todoroki are absolutely batshit!
Scared ferals put up less fight thinking they are going to die if they don't than these two angry over a minor annoyance.
Patron: "The person who told me that breeds MOFs, every one of which he probably hand raised. If the ivermectin sheep drench works otherwise then you could figure out a different location to access skin. Avio Ekto/Endo drops recommend under the feathers on the back of the neck."
I've experimented with endo ecto drops.
Don't waste funds on them. I can tell you conclusively they always leave enough lice to continue the infestation.
I have not tried the Ivermectin application, and there is no way an outside source of lice can reinfest them in my QT room, so it's ideal for experimentation.
Patron: "That's the experience I had with Scalex. GLPR uses it, but it never completely got rid of the lice on my birds."
I really have to be paranoid aF about parasites.
It may be easier to apply on either side of the base of the neck for fractious birds like Pants and Todoroki.
I'll try that next week.
Patron: "I suspect some populations have become resistant."
Very likely.
It may be that the dosages for a lot of these OTC were initially accurate.
And they have not been updated as resistance is gained.
Permethrine is hard to develop resistance to because it isn't just neurotoxic.
It's also caustic until it dries.
So lice are fucked both ways on contact, but that's also why you have to be very careful mixing it.
Woo!
Charlie has gotten a LOT stronger!
God bless Pants, doing the Angel Wing Strut like he just returned victorious after beating my ass.
Domino got dose 4 of the Ro-sec-metro nidazole combo.
Three days remain.
Satin tread Danica.
Scan is loudly declaring himself a cock.
I've washed the window mirror swing and weight stones.
Replaced the screen, mats, and bricks.
Mucked the back 1/3 nest boxes.
And sifted the back 1/3 of the sand
Satin just tread Suki
I just noticed I haven't seen Hoss today.
There are a lot of birds, and she's inclined to hide from me, but I can usually find her after a few minutes.
I checked the garbage bag, just in case.
Thankfully not there...
Well shit.
I can't find her.
The last time I remember seeing her for sure was that entire week it just poured buckets.
She may have ducked out when I was trying to get in with a heavy bag of feed I was really having to fight to keep from ripping in the middle.
Most places are closed right now, but I'm going to call around to the shelters and any place that might intake a pigeon and see if any one has found her.
She's always been kind of terrible, so I didn't think anything of Nettle doing absolutely all of the feeding.
She usually keeps as far as she can away from me, so I didn't think anything of not seeing her either.
Huh
Tha fuk's going on with this Suki peep?
It might be spread?
I guess we'll have to see when their tail and shields come in more.
Wukong is a weird mix of T-pattern and light check.
On his right side, he looks T-pattern, but like some one colored in light check at the center of his shield.
The left side has a much more even gradient from light at the center of the shield to T-pattern at the upper edges.
We'll have to see in a few days whether or not the peep is Spread
Cotta's pre-bedtime ritual
We spent $92.10 at Foys on 200g. Metronidazole powder ($24.00), 100g. of Avionidazole ($29.00), Carnitrix 10 tabs, 50ct. ($28.00), and shipping ($11.10)
Bringing our PayPal Balance to $99.80
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GAWdf Illumi’s freaking hot
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You could always tell the rich ones, even when they tried to dress down, blend in.
This one wasn’t even particularly hiding his fancy shoes, the nice watch that peeps out from under his sleeve.
Plus, anyone with hair that nice, that long and pretty and well-groomed?
They gotta be rich.
You’ve been following him for about five minutes, a slender man in a long sleeve shirt and jeans - casual, simple.
He looks like a pretty rich boy, smooth skin, nice hands, manicured nails. Probably hasn’t ever had to lift a finger in his life, been able to pay his way.
You’re hoping he has cash on him, but if not, the watch will do. You’ve done this enough times, in enough cities, that you can estimate the price it’ll fetch pretty easily.
This should definitely be worth your time.
Slam him against a wall once you’re in a nice, secluded area, shake him down, hold your knife underneath his chin, press down juuuuust hard enough so that it bites, maybe cuts a little. Show him you’re serious and in-control. No funny business.
The man hasn’t even noticed you following him, which is good. But it also shows that he’s got too much confidence, feels protected by his money, never had to keep his head on a swivel, never had to watch out for any malicious individuals that might be roaming the streets.
He turns a corner, disappearing from view for a moment, and you quicken your steps. Rich boy’s heading into a generally deserted part of town, at least this time of night. You wonder for a second, just a second, what he’s doing out here. Looking for trouble? Meeting a friend?
It doesn’t really matter, not to you.
But as you peek around the corner, you expect to see the slim man, walking along without a care in the world, that pretty black hair swaying behind him, halfway down his back.
He’s nowhere in sight.
You step fully around the corner, look around, searching.
Where did the man go?
You walk quickly now, trying to keep your ears open for the sound of his near-silent footsteps ahead of you, eyes peeled for that shiny dark head of hair. Maybe the man ducked down a side street?
You’re so focused on what you want to see, that you fail to see the danger until it has you pinned.
Literally.
Needles press against your shoulders, threatening - not yet breaking skin, but pressing close enough to keep you flush against the wall. If you tried to move, you’d be punctured.
The man had slipped into a dark alcove, one of those doorways that was shielded from view, meant to create safety from rain, or a romantic moment where one would steal a kiss after walking their lover home.
Eyes as black as night, large and round like an owl’s blinked at you, the man tilting his head. “Were you hoping to mug me?”
His voice is melodic, or well, it could be. The potential’s there, for it to be sweet, simpering, alluring. Right now it’s flat, bored, uninterested.
There’s a needle, long and thick, being held flat against your face, pointed upwards at your eye. You can’t breathe.
“If I were anyone else, you might’ve been successful. Interesting.”
Those owlish eyes slipped downwards, assessing your body and it’s dingy, worn clothing. You wished you could make yourself smaller, escape from that gaze. It felt so invasive, yet all he was doing was looking.
But you didn’t dare move a muscle.
“Should I kill you?” The needle on your face slid upwards, and your breathing quickened as it inched closer to your eye. Too close for comfort, too close, too close, too-
“You’re very quiet. I suppose you won’t be begging for your life then. That’s nice, usually there’s quite a bit of noise.” The man paused for a moment, thinking. “And tears too, I guess.”
A thumb brushed against your cheek as if he was checking for wetness, trying to discern whether you were crying. Finding none, there was a moment’s pause.
You still couldn’t breathe.
“Odd.”
Shutting your eyes, you awaited death. you had no doubt that this was going to hurt. The needles applying pressure to your shoulder would pin you in place, then the needle on your face would be driven through your eye.
Hopefully it’d be quick.
The man heaved a sigh, although it sounded as if he was merely acting put-upon, and not truly annoyed. “Fine then. Come with me, I’m in need of stimulation.”
Your jaw almost dropped, eyes snapping open and bulging in their sockets as the man tucked his needles away. His movements were efficient and effortless, and you finally register your mistake in targeting the man. He wasn’t some common pleb.
He was someone who killed.
Wait, what did he say about stimulation?
But now your wrist was held in a vice grip, the long-haired man easily dragging you out of the alcove and along behind him as he resumed walking. His hands were cold.
“It’s been a while, so the chances of me hurting you are... likely.” His legs were so long, you had to take three steps for his every one, trotting along behind him in order to avoid getting dragged.
“I could just ignore my body’s urges, but I’ve found that I’m more efficient when basic needs are met and adequately satisfied.”
“Basic needs-” You mumbled, eyes on the ground in front of you, the concrete sidewalk whirring by. Calling for help would be pointless - there was no one around.
The man stopped in his tracks, and you bumped into his back abruptly with a small “Ooph-” before you could stop yourself. He turned.
“Nutrition, hydration, shelter, and companionship. Basic needs.”
Your mind filtered through his words. Nutrition, hydration, shelter....
Sex.
The long haired man, clutched your wrist a bit tighter. It hurt. You had felt the solid muscle thrumming under his skin when you had bumped into his back. There would be no escaping from this man.
“My name’s Illumi. Yours isn’t necessary. You’ve been smart so far, I would suggest you keep that up. Let’s go now.”
There was no mincing of words. Illumi blinked once, as if affirming to himself that you weren’t going to be stupid by trying to run or scream, then turned and resumed walking.
You just hoped he wouldn’t kill you when he was done.
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When It’s Over
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)
Word Count: 2,762
Warnings: canon level violence
A/N: back w cheek to cheek😌 there's some heavy inso from the fight scene from fatws w walker so peep that👀 as well as some linked references to past pieces!
MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST
The near-silent sound of the door clicking shut wakes you up. While you know if there was some kind of actual threat there’d be alarms and lights going off because of F.R.I.D.A.Y. 's security measures, your body still tenses at the unnatural sound.
Why is someone in your room in the middle of the night? Unless -
A sweaty and musky smell floods your nostrils as the intruder hunches over your body, burying their face into your neck and breathing in deeply before pressing a soft kiss. Bucky’s home.
You turn over and place your hands on either side of his face to kiss him properly but you pause when his face feels unnaturally wet.
“Is that sweat? Why are you all wet?” You whisper into the darkness, reaching over to turn on the lamp on your bedside table.
You gasp when the light reveals Bucky’s face, neck, and hair drenched in blood. You eyes roam the rest of his body to see his tactical gear in the same condition.
“Jesus, Bucky, who were you fighting?”
He smirks, fatigue clouding his features, “You should see the other guys.” Your eyebrows scrunch at the sound of more than one person as he reaches into one of his pant pockets, pulling out a wrinkled piece of paper.
He hands it to you and turns away to begin stripping off his dirty clothes. You unfold it carefully so as to not rip it or mangle it up further to reveal your list, with all of the names crossed off harshly and a new one added at the bottom, a name not in your handwriting nor in your memory.
“Is this what you were doing? Who is the last name? I didn’t write that.” While you're upset he lied to you, you feel an indescribable sense of relief wash over you, a feeling you don’t think you’ve ever felt before. No more HYDRA after you. No more handlers. No more guards after your blood, your powers.
“The soldier who shot you. With the metal arms. I destroyed everything that even looked a little bit like a serum in every building I went to, so I think he’s the last super soldier. Or at least for now. I hope.” He tells you, finally down to his underwear. He’s still breathing kind of heavily, probably from pure exhaustion. He’s only been gone for six days and he took out all the names on your list. Did he even sleep?
You’re still holding the list in your hands when he emerges from the bathroom, freshly showered. He uses his towel to scrunch out as much water from his hair as he can and tosses it in the pile of dirty clothes. He pulls on a pair of underwear and doesn’t even bother putting on actual pajamas, approaching the bed.
“I promise we’ll talk about everything tomorrow. He’s supposed to be in Minsk. I’m so fucking tired…” He sighs, trailing off, taking the list from your hands and placing it on the nightstand, turning off the lamp.
“Where is that?”
“Belarus. Above Ukraine.”
“Oh.”
“I’m sorry for waking you up. And for not telling you, I didn’t want to -”
“Shh, don’t apologize. We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m just glad you’re home.”
The thought of technically being free hasn’t hit you, it hasn’t even begun being processed by your brain yet. It probably won’t for a while, a few days, maybe weeks. No more HYDRA.
Bucky slumps into the mattress next to you, not even getting under the covers, too tired to adjust his position. You get out from under the covers as well, pushing yourself up against his back, spooning him like a backpack, trying to pull him as close to you as possible.
In less than a week, he got rid of everything and everyone you’ve been afraid of for years. People you had nightmares about, that hounded your every thought every single hour of every single day. He got rid of them for you.
He grabs your hand that rests on his chest and brings it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on it.
No more fear.
...
Bucky sleeps for fourteen hours, into the following evening. He wakes up to the smell of toasted bread, the crust around his eyes pinching at his skin until he brings up his right hand to rub it away. He sees your back at the counter and after another deep inhale, smells acidic tomato and smoky bacon.
Sandwiches for lunch. He glances at the clock to see the time as 5:18. Sandwiches for dinner.
He lets out a long yawn as he sits up, left arm reaching up to scratch at his head, hair feeling knotted due to the fact that he fell asleep with it wet. I need another haircut soon.
He gets up and walks around the kitchen island to greet you, despite missing most of the day. You turn to face him as you hear his footsteps approach and reach up to plant a long kiss on his mouth.
“I have mornin’ breath,” Bucky mumbles against your lips, hands resting gently on the tops of your shoulders as he feels your hand wrap around his naked waist.
“I don’t care. I love you.” You kiss him again and again, harder and harder each time.
“Babe,”
“You freed me.” More kisses.
“Huh,” He giggles against your lips, finding your affection amusing, but unknowingly needed.
“I love you. Thank you. You freed me, you saved me.” You repeat, kisses smacking in between your words.
He thinks back to the mangled list he tossed in your direction last night, how he came home covered in blood in an exhausted haze. You freed me, you tell him. From HYDRA, he understands.
“You don’t thank me for nothing,” He pulls away, hands cupping your face in order to temporarily stop your kisses, “I love you. I’ll do anything for you. It’s the bare minimum.” He tells you.
All you do is stare up at his blue eyes. As though he’s Atlas, holding up the world underneath your feet. The bare minimum. How he’s ruined you for any man or person at all with the way he treats you, the way he loves you. You don’t look away from him with your loving stare as he steals a piece of bacon off the pan on the stove before turning and going into the bathroom.
...
You, Bucky, Sam, and Joaquin occupy the small jet on the way to Belarus.
“Who are we fighting again?” Sam asks, half-serious, as he adjusts the shield on his back.
“His name is Jean-Baptiste Allaire. But I don’t think he knows that.”
“...Am I supposed to know who that is?”
“A bad guy.” Bucky answers this time.
I suppose that is all he really needs to know.
Soon enough the plane lands and the three of you go off, leaving Torres in the jet to monitor and wait in case there’s a need for backup, eventually ending up in a dilapidated building. You assume it’s a facility used to house the soldier, if Bucky was able to trace him back to here. They probably keep him away from the major facilities with most of the guards to limit the risk of him dying during raids or other compromises, you think.
“Be careful around this guy.” Bucky warns Sam as you get closer, approaching the building, slowly walking down a long hallway in order to find anything that would signify him being here.
Bucky slows down, causing everyone else to slow down as they approach the end of the hallway, allowing the only option to turn to the left, revealing a large cell, the soldier sitting in the corner.
A flash of confusion flashes across his face before it disappears, an emotionless expression replacing it as he stands, the whirring of his metal arms being the only sound as he approaches the three of you, ready to fight.
The three of you back up down the hallway to allow more space, but it doesn’t last long as he begins to attack, launching himself at Sam to start mindlessly fighting.
The soldier and Sam throw punches at each other and you run over to help, but as you come up to them, he whips around, grabbing you by the collar of your tactical vest, and throws you across the room with one swing.
“Woah!” Your body smashes into a wall, a loud creaking sound coming from the metal of his arms as your body makes impact and slams to the ground.
“Shit!” You groan, getting ignored as the three men fight each other. He’s strong as fuck.
Your vision stops spinning and you stand, a shield whizzing past your head, nearly decapitating you, and lodging itself into the wall behind you.
Bucky’s already got blood all over his face from fighting him, and you take a wild guess that the soldier has some sort of serum that’s the same or stronger than Bucky’s in his body.
He grabs Bucky and flings him to the side, his body crashing into the cell he was originally in. A metal pole with wires wrapped around it stands in the middle of the small cell, which Bucky’s body slams into, electrocuting him and knocking him unconscious.
You remember Bucky explaining to you one time that he was always going to be a lot more sensitive to electrocution and shock therapy after what HYDRA would do to him, regardless of how super he is.
You look to Sam to see the soldier straddled on top of him, throwing punch after punch into his face, then moving to tear off one of Sam’s wings with his bare hands, sparks flying around them.
Suddenly something flows through you. Not something; anger. Pure rage. You realize that this guy is out to kill and it’s like a switch has been flipped. You're reaching over towards the wall and ripping out the shield, throwing it as hard as you can and hitting the soldier in the side of the face.
You march over while he’s distracted and disoriented by the blood pouring out of his head and kick the side of his face, knocking him over and off of Sam. You use the same leg to kick at the shield that’s now on the ground, flipping it up into your hands, and slam the flattest part down onto his head, using it to block the punch he throws.
You toss it to the side and straddle him yourself when you get a split second of a chance, him hitting you with a gnarly punch - a Bucky-level, super-soldier punch - but you hit him back, ignoring the fiery hot pain that explodes in your face. Though not as strong, you feel your fists break his nose and crack his cheek bone, his blood making your hands stickier and stickier as you punch and punch and punch.
“Don’t! Touch! My! Friends!” You yell in between punches, using both your hands to slam down at the same time, blood dripping from your own face from his singular punch.
You slam both hands onto either side of his face, and in a second, you realize you’ve tapped into his brain. His arms drop to the ground beside his body and you’re in complete control.
Never have you ever tapped into someone’s mind so quickly. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the fiery anger of seeing your friends getting hurt that made it so easy.
You smile wickedly, laughing in his face, “Now, you’re mine.” You pant through your teeth.
“51, don’t.” Bucky groans. You glance up to see him on his hands and knees now, still feeling the after effects of the electricity, small sparks jumping from creases in his arm. You look over to the side to see Sam also leaned over on the ground, looking at you. Waiting.
They’re not scared of you, but they’re… wary. Everytime you’ve controlled someone’s mind, they’ve died. The man from prison. The scientist from the HYDRA video. Dead in a second because of your powers.
Bucky looks at you and he sees the same girl from that video years ago, one of few survivors of a HYDRA facility, smiling with blood caked in between the cracks of your teeth, pure powerful energy running through your veins.
The soldier lays underneath you, unmoving. You look down at him again and his eyes are pooling with fear. An understandable feeling for someone who’s aware of what’s happening, who’s present in the moment, but has zero control of their body. A feeling he probably knows very well being under the control of HYDRA.
He probably came into the picture after Bucky’s escape and the initial fall of HYDRA, a sad soul that was captured and forced to comply. A job that used to be yours. Tortured, arms torn away, and mind blended until he didn’t know anything other than to fight.
“I wasn’t gonna do nothing,” You reassure, “Maybe just… have him jog around the block in his underwear a few times. For fucking up my shoulder and all.”
You release his face from in between your palms, forcing his head to slam back onto the concrete floor.
“Don’t. Move.” You point at him with a bloody finger.
You take one final look at him before standing up off of him and turning to walk back in the direction of the jet.
“I’m not waiting around for the feds,” You mumble, exhausted. Your face is pounding less and less and just going numb altogether, which you don’t think is a good sign.
“Go after her,” Sam tells Bucky, “I’ll call Torres to come over and help me. And reach out to Shuri, see if there’s anything she can do to help him.” The soldier remains unmoving on the ground, eyes shooting around the room wildly, but body stiff as a board.
Bucky gets himself up, grabbing the vibranium shield and handing it back to Sam, who’s still groaning on the ground. It’s not easy fighting super soldiers, Bucky imagines. It’s not like Sam has mind powers.
He walks out of the building to try and catch up with you.
“Hey,” He says, gently reaching for your arm to pull you back towards him.
The blood from your shattered nose has now pooled down your chin and neck, soaking your tac gear. Bucky tilts your face up with barely any pressure. A thumb brushes across your face and you wince, but try not to move so he can assess you.
“I think your cheekbone is broken.”
“My fingers,” You all but whimper, bringing them up from your sides.
“Also broken. At least six of ‘em,” He presses and pulls along each of them, ignoring your wincing and pulls on your right middle finger, a pop sounding and a loud groan coming from your mouth, teeth clenching so hard you think you’ll crack them, “Five. That one was just dislocated.”
“You guys will help him, right?” You confirm, Bucky still gently roaming his hands along your body to check for major injuries.
“He didn’t do anything,” You whimper, and Bucky looks up to see tears in your eyes.
“Babe -”
“He’s not evil, he didn’t mean to do anything,” You cry, and begin to sob, your emotions overwhelming you.
“He didn’t, baby, we’ll help him as much as we can. Right now, we need to get you to the jet so we can go home and get you to the MedBay, can we do that? Can you walk, want me to carry you?” He coos, hating the sight of his girlfriend in both physical and emotional pain.
You sniffle and close your eyes, ducking your head, and Bucky takes your silence as a plea to be carried, gently scoping you up bridal style and carefully walking back in the direction of the jet. He hears a few more sniffles as you curl into his body, nuzzling into his jaw, as you close your eyes and try to ignore the pain in your face as much as you can.
“Can we go out tonight? To that little Italian place we went to that one time?”
“If you’re not too tired or in too much pain, sure, baby.”
“And a movie?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I’ll wine and dine you real good.”
“Red wine or white?”
“We can have that pink raspberry one you like. The one that tastes nothing like wine.”
“Ugh, don’t make me smile, it hurts.”
“Sorry. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
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