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We are lucky that Mihaly was portrayed by beautiful Soraya Gacem.
Her complexion is gorgeous. I believe she must be half or more percent Algerian. She lives in France according to her instagram bio. Also there's pictures she took in Algeria while visiting relatives.
These are simply educated guesses sourced by info shared by Soraya herself. I don't plan on researching her because that's disrespectful and invasive imo. I have nothing but respect and admiration.
That's why I headcanon Mihaly as a Chinese Algerian mix. A little bit of my headcanon and a little bit of who brought Mihaly to life. Like how Sara's hair is brown while on earth, mihaly would have dark black long hair, almond shaped eyes, and a toasty deep tan to their skin. Chinese stems from their dance style, aesthetic design, and panda spirit animal. And their eye shape.
Soraya is like Mihaly's mama. She gave them life. A part of her should remain with Mihaly. Thats HER character.
This is the ramblings of an orchidsexual. Someone who's only drawn to the sound of it. A poetically suggestive illustration of something I wish to reenact only in my mind.
An orchidsexual with BPD. High expectations with unacheivable results. Burned by the cruelty of lust because yes and no apparently both mean yes. And asexual means fair grounds for abandonment.
Oh. And I love Mihaly and I'm probably ovulating. And I'm high as balls.
Mihaly is the embodiment of my purest daydreams
And a reflection of my deepest desires.
Please, hastily tug my arm and lead me to the dance floor. Sweep me off my feet. Twirl me around. Effortlessly. Light as a feather.
With me in your arms. Be a cocky; showoff.
Please show how skilled you are at dancing, Mihaly. Let me be your petite charming prop to throw around.
Agile, swift, nimble, and free, like the mighty shamen you are.
Strong. Confident. Leading. Guiding.
Be my coach.
Like nobody's done before.
Because nobody's loved me this way.
I crave. I yearn. I wish.
Crave. Being spoiled with patience and gentle words.
Yearn. For hot breathy words of praise growled into my ear.
Wish. Wish I was lovable enough to deserve this.
This treatment. Without the expectation for my innocence to be surrendered that night.
To be pampered and treasured. Without owing my body.
I don't trust anyone to follow my script. One wrong word and I fall apart like a porcelain rose.
" Too sensitive. Walking on eggshells. Overreacting." When all I want is empathy and an open mind.
Must I throw a tantrum for someone to love me right?
No. I mustn't throw a tantrum. Because my dear coach has high expectations for me.
To behave.
To behave like a good little dancer for them. To be nothing less than Megastar.
I'm Mihaly's Megastar.
Only theirs. Because they encourage me to thrive.
Instead of stifling my creativity? They want me to dance.
Excited to dance with me. Not embarrassed by my excitement.
Proud. They'd beam with pride and wear me like a gold medal.
Sinking their teeth into my shoulder like a gold medalist with their necklace. All the while, proud.
They won't pretend I'm a stranger. Finally. Someone who's not ashamed to be seen with me. They'd join me.
They'd never hiss these words in my ear when I begin to dance.
When the music plays... they'd join.
Neither of us would say "may I have this dance?" Because my hand will be in theirs. And by the time Mihaly's pulled me in, we're already swaying mindlessly to the rhythm.
They'd make me feel wanted. Needed. Cherished. Loved unconditionally.
"Inconvenience. Burden. Difficult. Unlovable. Too Confusing for love." Words that are bitter and familiar.
Familiar.
I want their embrace to become familiar. Their scent. Their voice.
Learning eachothers bodies, so when we tangle ourselves together it will feel natural.
Sliding easily into Mihaly's eager grasp. Interlocking. Weaving together gracefully. Like a whimsical woven basket with matching white daisies and a giant silk bow.
Silk bow. Slipping through my fingers like their silky hair.
Slipping. Like their tongue. Slipping impulsively. To places I've neglected.
Sounds I believed to be incapable of; pour from my trembling lips.
Say my name.
Mihaly. Mihaly. Mihaly. Mihaly. Mihaly.
Darling. Baby. Sweetheart. Those tender soothing words.
In their presence, my soul is safe. Secure.
For once I have control of my body. And I will use that control
To put them in charge.
Coach.
I want all of Mihaly. And a stupidly large amount of free time. To try everything.
Slow, thorough, careful. Keeping a balance of energy and peace.
That berry pink hair. A sweaty mop with my shaky fingers tangled deep.
That same hair will be brushed out affectionately as I soothe them. Kissing their crown softly, and reminding them.
That I love them unconditionally. Even if we wander to places... places...
Places where their kisses are endless.
Our lips. Puffy and swollen. Tingly and numb. I forget which tongue is mine. Ugh. Again?
Dizzy with sinful thoughts, yet they still have a toothy grin. Like a cheeky dork with a crush.
Thats my coach. Mihaly.
Ivory skin slick with a layer of wetness that reeks of a disrespectful amount of pheromones. Dragging me in. Oh oh god...
Mihaly. That's my coach.
Tying back my hair is enough to get them squirming impatiently.
Making themselves comfortable. Making room for me. Begging for me to come close.
Come? I'll oblige. I come when I'm told; coach.
Come? Yes. Mihaly's begging for me to let them do that...
Those eyes. Fluttering. Inky irises disappearing behind low lids as their eyes roll in ecstasy.
Desperate needy gase through a thick curtain of lashes.
Loud animalistic yelps and roars sound like music to my ears as they sing to me. I like the way they say my name.
My name.
The only tangible word they've uttered thus far.
Holding them down gently. Or they'll break my nose.
Woah, Naughty Naughty.
Tsk tsk. Come now, dear. Breathe. Relax.
Come? Yes.
Taste? Yes.
More? Yes.
"Are you ready? Do you consent?"
And for the first time. I say
Yes.
My jaw is stiff. My tongue is tired. But my mouth falls open.
Back arched. Head tipped. Heart pounding. Thoughts. Thoughts become words as they leave my mouth without permission. How... disgusting. Shun worthy.
But that's what coach wants.
I oblige.
I do what I'm told, Mihaly.
Cocky. Aloof. Arrogant showoff.
Flustered words of bargaining and denial.
Ah. How about... Skilled. Passionate. Dedicated.
That's what I meant, coach. I'm just shy.
I feel so special. Putting them to work. Not afraid to get ugly.
Glasses slipping down their nose. Hastily shoving them into place. Clumsy. Greedy.
The frames digging into my bare skin. God I wish they'd leave a permanent mark.
I hold back their hair. They're focused.
Glasses foggy as they take a breath.
Foggy like our minds. Lust hangs thick and heavy in the air. Squeezing us dangerously in a humid hazy restraint.
Squeezing. Like the thighs crushing their temples.
I won't let them move even an inch.
Perfect.
Please let me... MIHALY.
Their hair is my reigns. I cut them no slack. Give them no air.
Not that they needed air more than they needed me. Breathing is inferior to whatever they're tasting on me, which they love so much.
I'm an artist with a canvas that begs me to make them into a masterpiece.
The canvas is named Mihaly. You wanna become a masterpiece?
Good coach.
Aren't you pretty? Look at yourself. That's mine. That's my coach who's so pretty.
My head on their chest. The air cooling down. But their heat keeps me warm and safe.
Warm and safe in Mihaly's arms.
Their fictional arms. A place I call home.
My heart aches.
Because I don't want it. Unless it's them.
I can't feel it. Unless it's them. That deep full heavy glowing tightness in my lower tummy.
Nobody's ever made me feel cherished enough to experience this feeling before.
I'll be met with only disappointment if I trick myself to believe that anyone could make me feel like Mihaly.
I enjoy this state of mind. My safe place. In my head.
Ignored? Abandoned? Misunderstood and rejected? That's when I visit Mihaly.
They're always happy to see me. They always make time for me. And they're always patiently waiting for my inevitable return after the world cuts into my heart. Deeper each time.
If only I could deserve what I yearn.
If only my dreams could coexist with equal importance and realness as true reality.
Those are Mihaly's parents and sister. Mihaly DOESN'T have sh1tty parents like most queer characters.
I headcanon them as being raised WELL. And THAT'S why they're openly queer. They were raised in a palace and decided they preferred light pollution and insane rent prices.
Blue outfit? Pink hair? Purple glove?
Sheltered in a nice living space, Mihaly learned ballet in a ballroom at a young age. Their inspiration was Nightswan. They were sheltered and privileged so they had no idea how much their danceverse sucked.
Mihaly attends Nightswan's shows alone because their parents know they're a goodie two shoes. Not on purpose. Mihaly just doesn't know how to break rules.
Mihaly has a huge family. A majority of the pink haired characters are related to their royal liniage. Like their sister Mia from "c'mon" by kesha. She's more troublesome, but their parents embraced it; enjoying some chaos in their fancy boring lives.
Mihaly's parents look all proper, but the dance they perform says otherwise. Charles and Jeanne do some crazy dance moves to classical music. They seem like people who'd let their kids explore the world of dance and creativity.
Both Mihaly and Mia are seen with Master Panda; their babysitter basically. Mihaly's parents are rich and posh from an outsiders perspective, but want their kids to be dancing LEGENDS. And Mihaly ends up saving the world!
In this theory of sorts, Mia bonds with Master Panda before Mihaly does. Mihaly's focused on Nightswan. Then, they see how much fun Mia is having. They want to merge funky dancing with the graceful choreography they've practiced religiously.
Shyly, they ask for guidance. Nightswan doesn't like Mihaly's duality. Messy fun shouldn't be mixed with perfection. But here's Mihaly, making hip-hop ballet yoga dances.
Too rich to stress yet unpopular enough to have status and reputation. They allow Mia and Mihaly to branch off and find themselves even if it means going to different danceverses.
They entrust Master Panda to guide their pink offspring. They're paying Mihaly's rent for SURE. They're just happy that their kids are immersed in the culture of creativity and diversity.
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Nightswan x Mihaly NOT for kids.
Contains a hand fetish in t
NOT for kids. I HAVE THOUROUGHLY READ TERMS & CONDITIONS AND GUIDELINES FOR TUMBLR. MY WORKS RESPECT THE RULES. So if you're a m1nor, please keep Tumblr safe and read another fic. This ones getting iffy. Although Mihaly's ace :))
"I suppose... I mean I want to tell you, but the words just won't come out." They hang their head in shame.
"How about you just point?" Leda suggests. Mihaly nods silently. First they point to their hand. "Yes, your hand. Your hand that I will shower in kisses." Leda acknowledges Mihaly's bravery.
They take a deep breath, and point to their lips. Leda beckons them with a wave of her finger.
"C'mere you cutie." She makes kissing sounds at Mihaly, who leans down and gives her a firm quick kiss on the lips. Some of their stress has started to melt away. Still leaning close to her, Mihaly then points at their neck and behind their ear. Leda observes intently.
"Mhm... your neck and behind your ears. I like this... If it makes you do the same thing you did when I touched your palm, I'll be over the moon." She swoons.
She watches as Mihaly squints their eyes dramatically with their cheeks sucked inwards. They drag an index finger down their jaw and place their finger over their pursed lips.
"Sorry, I'll stay quiet." Leda adds respectfully. Mihaly snorts, their cheeks puffing out. They let out a squeak and proceed to burst into hysterical laughter.
"You old fuck it's a MEME! I'm mewing. I'm aura farming, bro. Gotta be skibidi or the rizz lord will become my opp, cuh. Lock in gang I gotta mog." They nearly lose balance, forgetting that their other hand was tangled up with Leda's inside their glove. Leda narrows her eyes.
"Fuck your entire generation." She pouts. "I'm on the edge of my seat, and you're saying shit that's gonna make the furniture start floating. NONE of that was English. But, if this is all from Sara teaching you Earth slang, I'm gonna talk with her."
Leda scolds Mihaly with mild annoyance.
"Fine, fine... although that sounds like a skill issue, sorry I'm just vocab-maxxed like that bro."
"Well I think your skill issue is simping for a MILF and expecting her to be an idiot with this dumb slang." "Who taught you that word?" Mihaly challenges.
"I had to ask the bar tender once you left that night, because you said you simped for me and I had no idea what it meant." She admits.
"How are you a milf- Oh, right..." Mihaly remembers the family situation. "So, would it make you uncomfortable if I called you mommy?" They smile sheepishly.
"well, maybe if you ever get finished with the question I asked you." Leda frowns.
Mihaly groans. "If you insist."
"Oh, I insist." Leda digs her nails deep into Mihaly's palm. They let out a high pitched yelp, and snap back into serious mode.
"Damn, who needs a shock collar when you've got an asexual who wears a glove." Leda teases.
"Keep pointing." She adds impatiently.
Mihaly points to their shoulders, collar bones, and draws a large circle around their chest. They watch Leda's lips spread into a naughty smirk as she gives Mihaly's handsome pecs a perverted glance.
"Rawrrr hehe!" She giggles. Her tone was frisky and carefree. She plants her free hand on Mihaly's toned chest.
another layer of Mihaly's stress melts away. Maybe they weren't all too weird... Maybe their ex was wrong about Mihaly having ugly scars. Maybe when their ex told the whole friend group that Mihaly forced them to touch their mutilated chest...
Right. Focus. Focus on the present. Focus on how infatuated Leda was. Bravely,
they move on to areas of the highest shame. A quick hesitant point of their finger that was too hard to determine where they were pointing. Leda squints her eyes.
"Where were you pointing? It looked like you pointed at something you just said was off limits. "Point more clearly darling." She encourages shy Mihaly with a quick squeeze of her hand. Reminding them how she had accepted everything else.
Mihaly nods, and slowly traces another circle with their finger around their midsection.
"Oooo yay~ Mhhh look at those abs... and that curvy little waist. Femascuthey build." She breathes in awe at Mihaly's figure.
"Femascuthey... I like it. I enjoy the gender fuid compliments..." Mihaly is sounding more and more passionate by the second.
And So was Leda. More and more excited with every point of Mihaly's finger. Not sexual excitement, happy excitement. Looking forward to all the new ways she could make Mihaly purr with satisfaction.
"How could anyone shame you over.... wanting a lil belly rub!" She reaches up and gives Mihaly's firm stomach a little pat of apreciation.
"R-really? I mean, it's worse than that. Far worse." They mope sadly.
"What could possibly be bad about some tummy rubs?" Leda scoffs.
"Well, I moan and squirm everywhere. My stomach is a different kind of sensitive. Just like my palm." They avoid eye contact. "But there's more than just..." Mihaly trails off.
"More than belly rubs? You mean like, kisses? Oooo... What if I rest my head on your tummy and listen to it be all cute and grumbly? Heheh..." Leda teases Mihaly.
"Well, that all sounds amazing, but are you just making fun of me? You better not be shaming me. I had someone talk shit about me behind my back over some of the other shit I admitted to liking." They wince at the memory of betrayal.
"Is there other parts of your body? Wait... are you into feet? I won't judge if you are. But that might also mean you have an exhibition kink because you never wear shoes." She smiles sheepishly. "But I don't judge. I'm willing to learn." She adds quickly.
Mihaly groans. "Okay, I don't have a foot fetish. But after a long day of dancing, I wouldn't mind a gentle massage. Don't you dare put your mouth near my toesies, though. They'll knock out your teethies." Mihaly warns.
"Pfft, teethies." Leda snickers. "So, is there more to this tummy thing? Like, somewhere specific? Because if it's not your feet, what else is there..." She falls deep in thought. 'Head, shoulders knees and toes..." She hums to herself obnoxiously. "Or maybe in the fetish world its... nostrils, armpits, feet and toes, feet and toes." She sings before bursting into loud giggles.
"I'm not into any of those things, but if I was, I probably wouldn't trust you with NOT judging my interests." Mihaly grumbles, trying not to crack a smile.
"Nostrils, armpits, feet and toes, feet and toes." Mihaly sings back. 'huh, it works with the song." They add with a snort. "Little lyricist over here." They tease.
"Oh, you'll do anything but share this with me huh?" Leda scoffs. "Dammit I'll figure it out myself. Do I have.... your consent to touch your chest and abdomen?" She makes sure to drag out the word "consent" in a seductive tone.
Mihaly rolls their eyes. "Okay, fine but it's not like you'll ever guess it." They grumble. Leda's hand cups Mihaly's face. "Mimi bear. 'okay fine' is not 'consent.' I need a 'yes you can touch my chest and stomach.' before I do anything." The vibe changes, as Leda takes Mihaly's conditions beyond seriously. She could feel their entire body relax.
"Yes Leda, you can touch around my stomach and chest... and TRY to find out. I never even said it was on my chest or abdomen. I think you just want an excuse to explore me." They chuckle weakly. "But your hand is touching the part of my face where my glasses dug into my face when you sat on me and it's sore." They remark, pointing at Leda's hand on their face. She pulls away.
"Sat on you?" She crinkles her nose in confusion.
"Yeah, the portal?" Mihaly reminds her. "Okay, I didn't SIT on you. You pulled me through a portal and I fell! Also, you were totally looking- WILL YOU STOP DOING THAT? ITS SO WEIRD!"
She scolds Mihaly who was dragging their finger along their jaw and tapping it against their pursed lips once again.
"I can't believe I have to tell you to stop your goddamn aura mewing while- Okay, I understand why people my age avoid age gaps in relationshi-"
"No! No no wait mommy I'll be good! Dude, I'm so cooked if you think I'm chopped I have rizz! Catch me locked in, obedience-maxxing. I promise I'll EEK!"
Mihaly's nonsense behavior is interrupted by Leda's index finger jabbing them in their belly button.
They collapse on top of her and flail around. Still stuck to her with the shared glove. Mihaly scrambles back to their knees to tower over Leda who was seizing with laughter.
"Oh, shuddup!" Mihaly says in a flustered huff, catching their breath.
"You silly Mimi." Leda sighs. She bats playfully at the dangly belly button piercing hanging down from Mihaly's tensed abdomen.
"well, yeah, when you're not jabbing me, I guess that feels kinda nice." They admit shyly. "Really?" Leda asks with genuine interest. She bats around the piercing some more. Mihaly's stomach muscles tense up again.
"Jeez, uh... Yeah. I guess while I'm dancing it dangles and swings a little and gives me this tingly feeling. I just assumed it was my chakrahs in line or something. But I suppose I just have a very sensitive middle. Like, I knew that already. But I guess it's literally everything." They shrug, playing with the charm on their piercing.
"I like it. It's a little panda bear clinging to a stalk of bamboo!" Leda examines it closer.
"Thanks, youll never guess why I chose this one." Says Mihaly sarcastically.
"Nope. No clue." Leda gives Mihaly's tummy another firm pat.
"Where was the other place you didn't want to tell me about? was it your belly button? I don't judge, but if I wasn't messing around because you were being a little shit I probably wouldn't have figured that one out." Leda admits. "But no judgment here." She adds hastily.
"Well, that wasn't it. But now I guess we can add it to the list if you want." They shrug in defeat. "I'm so fucking weird." Shaking their head with shame.
"Mihaly, once you get to be my age, you don't care about shame anymore. There's nothing wrong with your little things. They make you special. I love you for that. And you have a very attractive tummy anyway." She runs her hands down Mihaly's sides.
"That's just from all the dancing." Mihaly brushes off the compliment.
"Oh, give yourself some credit." Leda drags her index finger along the toned lines on Mihaly's stomach. She feels their breath hitch.
"Now, I can make my coach impressed with me." Leda announces proudly. I know I'll be able to find this spot of secrets while exploring you. You can count on that." Leda can tell Mihaly wanted to put a pin in the vulnerable conversation.
" I have no doubt in my mind, in fact I think it would be hotter that way. You discovering it would be difficult though... Oh, Okay, now it's your turn." Mihaly's voice is stubborn.
"Oh, you think I'm going to be a little bitch about it like you were, mog-maxxing rizz lord?" She taunts. "But the only reason I might struggle is because nobody has ever asked me what I want. and I haven't ever really been spoiled like this before." She defends herself, trying not to seem flustered.
"I'm showing you basic care and shit. This is just what people who love eachother do. This is an important conversation." Mihaly says casually.
"Well, I guess you've just taught me that I'm a bit of a switch. I'm so used to serving people while being expected to carry everything myself, that I forgot how much I've always wanted to be a bit of a pillow princess, because it was never offered to me and I didn't want to seem selfish." She adds, unable to make eye contact with Mihaly.
"So I suppose at some point you'll have to let me toy around with you a little bit as well, and be your boss. I'm a coach too you know." She reminds Mihaly, who nods shyly. "I like kisses, complements, words of reassurance, and if it's your hands? I can't think of anything I would object to. Mostly because I trust your judgement. Well, not all the time. But you come across as a 'self sabotaging' bad decision maker than a 'disregarding boundaries' bad decision maker." She adds.
"If you plan on topping me, does that mean you'll sit on my face and not get angry at me?" Mihaly says coyly.
Leda smirks "Yes, but only if you beg." Her voice is firm and seductive.
"Ooo! Yes mam~" Mihaly says enthusiastically.
"I'm pretty vanilla when it comes to touching. Look at the anatomy of a woman and throw some darts. Whatever it lands on I'll probably like it. Besides my tosies. You will also become toothless if you try and suck my little piggies." She says threateningly.
Mihaly raises an eyebrow. "Got it. No tosies. But what about tummy? Do I have tummy privilages?" Mihaly asks hopefuly, batting their eyelashes sweetly.
"Oh, whatever. Sure. I have a mom bod though." Leda rolls her eyes to try and disguise her hidden insecurity.
"Oooo! Mom bod!" Mihaly hoots happily. "Whats a milf without a bit of a mom bod! You pushed out a whole ass baby. Who am I to judge? Eespecially because you look so fucking fine after all that stress. Being abandoned, getting posessed, turning evil, trying to kill me... Sounds like a lot of work. I know I make fun of you for being old, but you're actually pretty young. Especially as a mom." Mihaly admits.
"Jack loves you. Hhe's going to love having his momma back." Mihaly reminds her.
"I can't go back there." Leda says flatly. "You have to! I talked with Jack. He isn't a bad guy. He played along because he didn't want you to reject him. If he thought you were evil, he would have..." Mihaly trrails off. "When I talked to him last, I was greiving too. I was sad because I really loved you, and you had just tried to kill me. And he is the one who reminded me that you weren't bad. If it weren't for his words, I wouldn't have been able to rescue you. And believe me, I'm nervous too. What is he going to think about you and me? I mean, hell. He's only a few years younger than me. And I'm not dad..."
Mihaly watches the light in Leda's eyes drain. Something inside her was just broken by Mihaly's words.
All of her baggage. Her responsibilities. And here she was, running off with this pretty little thing for some side fling. Someone who her child would be disappointed by. Mihaly was right.
They were not a dad. Mihaly notices their slip up immedeately.
"No, no no no, oh honey no. I... I want to be, I want to be part of your family. But I think that he would see me more as the cool cousin too take him out for ice cream or something! I want to have a role in your life. I love you! I just want to be respectful about it."
They explain quickly, stumbling over words. Leda's shoulders relax.
"You'll help me sort out this whole mess?" She asks hopefuly.
"Yes, isn't that what a partner is for?" Mihaly teases. "I know what I am getting myself into. I'll do all the things my parents didn't do for me. I'll stay. I'll care. I'll... accept your son for the fruitcake that he is, if you couldn't already tell and stuff." Mihaly awkwardly adds.
"That's why I didn't mention any concern about the queerness of our relationship. Although it might be a shock to him that mean old mom is in a relationship with some woke broke hippy trash around his age who he had a dance battle with.... And lost..." She sighs.
"Broke hippie trash? Ouch. I can afford rent all on my own in this economy. You know how fucked the economy in this danceverse is? Horrible. Especially for a flow shamen like me. I get money for doing slop work around master panda's temple, but it pays the bills. I earned everything I have after being kicked out at eighteen. Lets talk about your fuckass nepo baby who doesn't have to pay rent. He knows I think his mom is hot." Mihaly grins sheepishly
"First he said 'kill yourself' and then he said he looks up to me, and how I mastered the flow. Maybe I could teach him something?" Mihaly adds.
A gentle smile tugs at Leda's lips. "Leave that nepo nonsense out if this. And... Well, I don't really blame him for his response. Why would you share something like that, dumbass?" She hisses angrily.
"Because I was crying over you and he asked me why the hell I was crying over his mom who tried to kill me. I said I had a massive crush on you since you were like... 23 and I looked up to you. But he looks up to me, so that's good, right? Together we can mend this." Mihaly's eyes are full of kindness.
"I like that. It's settled then." Leda squeezes Mihaly's hand inside their glove. "So mature and ready for a family at your age? You're an old soul aren't you... besides all the skibidi nonsense. But I suppose I can look past that. Its the kind of attitude a dad would have anyway. Maybe you could be a translator for me when Jack says something stupid?" Leda adds.
"Absolutely not. That is a no-can-do." The two of us will laugh at you and leave you in the dark. It's called a bonding moment. You'll have to rely on good old Urban Dictionary." Mihaly snorts.
"Okay, that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." Leda feins defeat. "However..." Her voice takes on a serious tone "if you call me mommy in front of my own son, I will give you an ass whooping right in front of Jack, who will have popcorn, and I will give him the honors of doing the last five lashings and you will sleep on the porch." She threatens.
"Yes mommy, I'll behave." Mihaly says mockingly.
"You're lucky I'm not clawing the everloving shit out of your hand right now." Leda gives Mihaly a warning glare.
"Do it, mommy. I dare you to threaten me with a good time." Mihaly clenches Their fingers around Leda's hand.
"Oh yeah? Who wants mommy?" Leda mocks Mihaly, who doesn't bat an eye.
"Me! Me! Me oo! Oo! Pick ME! Memememememe! I want mommy! Me! Please? Why are you laughing? I want mommy please???" Mihaly's eyes are wide and twinkling.
Leda couldn't tell if this was one of Mihaly's organized well performed pranks, or if they were serious.
"Please, mommy?" They slip their hand out of Leda's grasp so they had both hands free. "can I touch you?" They ask seriously, breaking the act. Mihaly was right. Consent was sexy.
"Yes, Mimi bear." She smiles gently, allowing Mihaly to have free range.
"Whoop whoop sugar loop!" They cheer, pumping both fists in the air. "Fuck yeah! It's knockers o'clockers!" They holler a bit too loud for a studio apartment.
"What are these randomly coined phrases you come up with? It's incredib-OOF!"
Mihaly nose dives into Leda's bosum and agressively motorboats her chest. They pull away, gasping for air.
"BAZINGA!" Mihaly shouts. "Wowie kazoo! Those are some totally tubular tiddies!" They giggle.
"Are all asexuals as weird as you with compliments?" Leda asks flatly.
"I'm afraid not, mam! I may be one of a kind! I'm a rare pull! GEM ALERT!" They holler. "Also it's past my med-time. So my ADHD is everywhere." They explain.
"Med time? you mean bed time?" Leda asks, confused.
"Nah, it's my med curfew. My stimulants wear off around this time. It's like Cinderella, but instead of a spell broken at midnight lose a slipper; it's my meds wearing off at 6:30PM and I lose my social skills." They kiss Leda's lips quickly and hop off of her.
"You ready for no motherfucking filter Mihaly?" They cackle mischievously.
"Huh?" Leda squints groggily.
Mihaly winks and performs a back flip, sticking the landing perfectly.
"Mihaly, for the love of-" Leda raises a brow at Mihaly. "Don't worry, I can often channel this energy into... Stamina~" Mihaly saunters towards Leda who was still lying down. They flip over into a handstand, and bend over backwards to face Leda. Their lips only inches away from her neck. They try and pucker up, but Leda pulls away. "Ditch the upside down crab walk posessed demon pose first." She pushes Mihaly over, who crumples to the ground.
"Fine. I'll be boring." They huff, and kneel politely. "Just for mommy though..." They add.
"Mommy, are you gonna let me treat you like a queen?" Their voice is a hot whisper on her neck.
"Yes, coach." Leda whispers so quietly, Mihaly has to listen with anticipation as each precious word escapes her lips. Those words that Mihaly liked so much.
"I promise I'll stop acting like a complete idiot now. Well, for now at least. Well, I'll try. Actually I can't make any promises because my meds wore off so I'll forget the promise, which means I'll forget to act medicated and say something idiot tier." They tack on a disclaimer at the end. "Now, can I take off your shawl? I've been admiring that deep neckline..." Mihaly points to the translucent coverup Leda wore over her form fitting low necked cropped halter top. She nods slowly.
"Maybe this will relieve your distraction issues for a while?" She teases.
"Maybe I can relieve your pent up feminine needy rage." Mihaly teases.
"Yes, coach. You're gonna show me how you can take control. Make mommmy proud." She watches Mihaly's hands shoot towards her coverup.
"Good girl, that's what I like to hear from my princess with Megastar obedience." Mihaly hastily fumbles with the clasp on the front of Leda's shawl. "I'm going to make you feel like a woman." Mihaly mutters seductively, and rips off Leda's cover-up.
