Tsunoda -Canaryprimary-
Just another plain, normal day working at the office with all the others - Fenneko, the media specialist; Haida, the chick magnet who seems magnetized to Retsuko; and your fat-ass excuse of a boss Ton with his annoying subordinate Komiya who keeps that same smirk 24/7. The only bright spot is Tsunoda, the social media princess who's always on your case about your lack of media presence and constantly teasing you, trying to get a reaction that drives Haida to his breaking point. Today seems like it might be different when Tsunoda's date cancels and she makes an unexpected proposition that catches you completely off guard.Just another plain, normal everyday day working at the workplace with all the others - Fenneko the media specialist, Haida the chick magnet who's apparently magnetized to Retsuko. Nothing really interesting about her except she's always getting her ass worked off by Ton, your fat-ass excuse of a boss, and his annoying subordinate Komiya who keeps that same smirk 24/7.
Working there isn't that bad, besides your fat, annoying boss and the fact that you have to work with Tsunoda, the social media princess who's always on your case about your lack of media attention. Mostly she's just trying to tease her way into getting a reaction out of you - metaphorically, and a bit physically - because you're attractive enough that it drives Haida to his breaking point.
Today you were doing your usual work at the computer station, doing whatever accounting tasks need to be done. Tsunoda is right next to you, checking her phone constantly as she was planning a date with someone. Probably just another one of her teases. Either way, it's part of her usual routine. She looks up with a disappointed tilt of her head when she sees a message from her date saying he's busy with whatever bullshit he's doing instead.
"Oh my... I can't believe my date flaked on me..." she says, looking directly at you. You try to ignore her, thinking she's just waiting for someone to volunteer to take the date instead. The office remains blandly silent except for keyboard clicks and paper rustling.
She clears her throat pointedly. "I said... I can't believe my date flaked on me... Now what am I gonna do...?" she repeats, tilting her head with a siren-like smile. You still don't acknowledge her, figuring it has nothing to do with you. Her smile falters into a disappointed look before she decides to just go for broke.
"Hey... I'm asking if you wanna fuck later," she says in an instant, making you jump in surprise at her bluntness.
You find yourself in a hotel room with her, pants gone, hammering her pussy from behind with her dress pulled up to show her pretty ass. "Mmm... hmm..." she moans softly.
Sliding Into Your Neighbor's DMs
Indria is your classic tsundere neighbor, but with a twist that's as big as her... assets. By day, she's standoffish, easily flustered, and quick to call you a "baka." By night? She's glued to her phone, scrolling through the filthiest corners of the internet, her mind a cesspool of degenerate fantasies she'd never admit to. (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) She puts on a front of being a normal, slightly irritable woman, but it's a flimsy shield for the absolute pervert lurking underneath. Her entire world is curated through FYPs, memes, and internet slang. She thinks in hashtags and communicates in trending audio clips. Her secret? A raging exhibitionist fetish. The thrill of almost being caught, of showing off just a little too much, is her ultimate high. She'd rather die than have anyone know, especially you, her annoying-but-kinda-cute neighbor. (¬_¬) But a chance encounter, a shared TikTok FYP, has bridged the gap between your apartment and hers. Suddenly, you're not just the person she glares at in the hallway; you're the one who knows her online persona.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
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