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kingwu · 9 months ago

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sharing a little thing that @worldly-diversity (writing as Mako) and i (writing as wu) did back in 2020 through tumblr IMs so it’s pretty short and rough, but it ends up really cute.

it started off as like us jokingly talking about wu just being dumb and not knowing boundaries like of course wu would just straddle mako's lap because he's a dumbass and then we started to rp it out lol

"Would you stop it already?" Mako huffs softly.

"Stop what exactly?" Wu hummed.

"Just-" He groans annoyedly, trying to put at least some distance between them but failing. It's making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and he doesn't know what to do about it.

Wu huffed back and shook his head as he climbed off of Mako's lap and plopped next to him instead, crossing his arms. "You gotta learn how to use your words, Mako." He wasn't going to admit that he enjoyed the tension there, but he didn't really want to push it if the firebender was actually uncomfortable about it.

"Yeah? Well you use too many of them." He retorted mullishly, arms crossed. It's a weak blow, really, but there's this itch he doesn't know what to do with, and Wu wasn't helping, it's making him frustrated. It's not that he really minded though, the warmth of the young king on his lap surprising but not negative. But it did make him uncomfortable in his inability to understand what the hell was going on.

"Because I know how to use them!" he waved a matter-of-factly finger in the air. "How else am I supposed to hold the position of the Earth Throne if I didn't, hm?" But to Mako's point, he was still talking too much. After another huff, Wu glanced sideways at his companion, noticing he was still red in his cheeks. The royal peered up at his face as he placed a concerned hand on Mako's knee. "Sorry. You okay?" he asked, his tone softer this time.

The sudden touch jolted Mako from his internalized thoughts, to the point of loosening the arms that had until then been tightly crossed in front of his chest. "I- Yeah, I'm fine... Thanks." He felt a little bad for snapping at the prince now, the urge to make it better manifesting, though he has no idea how to go through with it.

As quick as a switch flip, Wu's mood changed and the smug expression he wore most of the time was back on his face. "Good. Like I said, worry and all that gives you premature wrinkles," he remarked, lightly papping Mako's face again. He totally missed Mako's flinch as the oblivious king he was. "But like I said, you really need to say what you mean. How else is someone going to know?"

The sudden change brought an annoyed twitch to his brow, the strange urge now easily squashed. He refrained from retorting though, only giving half a shrug. "I'm just not very good at expressing myself, I guess, but I haven't really needed to either."

The king let out another huff -- the firebender brought out a lot of them --, a little exasperated at how much in common Mako had with a brick wall emotionally. "Then how do you know what you want, huh? You gotta treat yourself sometimes!" He accentuated the last few words by lightly slapping Mako's knee along with them. "Don't you just ever want to reach out and grab whatever you want in the moment?"

Mako jolted slightly with the touches, though Wu's little speech went in one ear and out the other. He was the one with restraint, the most of it next to Asami when it came to the new team avatar, so no... He never did things like that. In fact, following such desires sounded like a monumentally bad idea... "Well... Don't you ever know how to hold back?" Not knowing how to answer, he returns with a question of his own, despite silently admitting to himself that Wu's open behaviour is part of the other's charm. Ah, not that he's actually charming or anything--!

"Of COURSE I do!" he admitted with a scoff probably a little too quickly. "Do you know how large my wardrobe would be if I didn't?" To add to his dramatics, he rolled his eyes. "But youuuu," Wu jabbed a finger at Mako this time, "didn't answer my question. When was the last time you did something for yourself, hm??"

He couldn't help the mildly amused snort that escaped him at the other's comment, the superfluity of it so very typical of Wu. Still, he tsk's softly under his breath at being called out. " I guess... not since I dated Asami and Korra..." His job didn't leave much time for personal frivolity and neither did he have the means for such things. And ever since he'd been contracted to work for Wu, well... Time to himself or privacy were concepts he'd had to say goodbye to... Still, not being left to wallow in his thoughts was good for him, he figured. "I'm not really the type of guy to just do whatever anyway though... I've got responsibilities."

In the moment Wu was exercising his ability to hold back as he tried his hardest not to sigh again. Sometimes he just felt like shaking Mako as if it would jostle some sort of wake up call that would let him know it's okay to not always be on-the-job. "Look, I know that being my bodyguard is, like, a round-the-clock sort of thing, but since you've started, nothing wrong has happened while we were here," he motioned with a hand at the Presidential Suite that they were in, Wu's place of living for the past couple of years, "so you can just relax, you know? Take it easy. You deserve it."

"Yeah, but..." He lightly gnawed at his lip, arms uncomfortably at his sides, not liking being idle unless they’re crossed. He sighed, finally glancing over to the other, though whatever emotion is in his eyes is difficult to make out. "I feel like whenever I take my eyes off of you, something bad happens. I mean, remember the incident at the restaurant where Kuvira's goons captured you?" That was supposedly safe, and yet... He can't help but worry.

While Mako's concern was very touching, the king rolled his royal eyes instead. "Yeah, that's because you weren't with me. I'm right here right now, clearly in your sights." This time he didn't hold back a frustrated groan as he slumped down in his seat. "Look, what I'm saying is that when we're here, alone, you can loosen up! Take it easy! It's a Presidential Suite, for spirits' sake, Mako! Unbutton and unwind!"

Wu did have a point... In an attempt to appease the other, mako uncomfortably slumped in his seat before raising a brow at the other. He wasn't about to unbutton anything- "Happy now?"

Of course 'unbutton' was just a saying and he wasn't expecting any buttons to move, but in any case Wu also wasn't expecting Mako to slump down with him, so immediately he burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as he did.

Naturally, the laughter immediately caused the firebender to bristle, posture growing tense again as he glared at the other. "What's so funny?!" He certainly didn't appreciate being laughed at... Especially not when he was trying to humor the other and making an effort.

It took him a bit to come down from his laughing fit, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye as he finally did. "Nothing, nothing! You just caught me off guard is all," Wu said, still trying to stifle some giggles. "I'm just so used to seeing you all straight-laced and everything that seeing you sink into the couch like that was, uh," he paused for a moment not knowing what word he wanted exactly. "Kinda cute, I guess?"

He was frowning at the other with mild annoyance right up to the moment Wu coined the term he'd been looking for, catching Mako entirely off guard and even making the usually stoic male blush slightly, although he'd brush it off as surprise. "Cute. Seriously?" He rolled his eyes, brushing it off as a joke, or trying to at least.

"Yeah! Cute! Like, you know when a ferocious polar bear dog basically turns into a little puppy when it's not being on guard? Like that." Once again, Wu was rambling too much to notice the soft pinking in Mako's cheek at his words.

Mako can't help but snort at basically being compared to Naga. Still, clearly Wu has a high opinion of him, to liken him to a ferocious animal... "Uhh, thanks, I guess? I'm no puppy though..." The petulant comment slips out unbidden despite himself, not having meant to give Wu any extra ammo.

Imagining Mako as an actual puppy almost made Wu dissolve back into giggles, but, again, he exercised his restraint. "What are you then?" the king leaned an elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand with a mischievous smile gracing his face as he awaited Mako's answer. If anything he was glad to see him loosening up at least a little.

"Uhh..." Well fuck. He's no good at this whole analogy thing, but 'puppy' itches at his pride. Wu staring him down like this, all expectantly is making him feel nervous somehow, and he doesn't have an answer to offer...

"I'm jooooking-- you don't have to answer that," he snorted and waved the hand his chin was on as if dismissing it. "You're Mako and that's all that matters."

Somehow... That easy certitude into who Mako was to him brought another small blush to tanned cheeks, not having expected the honesty of the comment or his own reaction to it. "Thanks Wu... You're a good guy, y'know.." He's not usually one to dole out praise, but the strange feeling demands some sort of recompense it seems

Through this oh-so-casual conversation focusing on Mako's need to loosen up, the last thing Wu was expecting was to be thanked and then complimented, which made him pause a moment from surprise. Immediately he grinned back at the firebender. "I know. You're not so bad yourself," he joked as he lightly elbowed Mako in the side.

He chuckles softly, letting Wu jab at him before reasoning over to ruffle his hair, kind of like he'd done to Bolin like a million times. It's the most relaxed Wu had probably ever seen him.

Normally, the king would've batted away anyone's hand from touching his carefully styled hair, but Wu let it slide as he was too distracted by Mako's soft laughter, barely even noticing the warmth in his cheeks as it was his turn to blush. "S-See?" he stuttered a bit. "You do know how to relax!"

He had expected a small playful tirade about messing up the royal hair, but he instead spots the blush, wondering why Wu is having such a reaction. He lets it slide with a small grin though. "Well of course, I wasn't born in work mode." He teases with a small smirk. "Hell, I used to be in the triads way before we joined pro-bending"

Wu gasped dramatically, holding his face with both of his hands as he did. If him being silly was an invitation for Mako relax a little more, he was going to play up the theatrics. "You? A gangster?? And they let you be on the Police Force?"

Mako couldn't help but be amused at the other's antics, raising a brow at him playfully. "What, you think I don't look tough enough to be a gangster?" He shook his head with slight amusement. "To be fair we only did minor jobs for Shady Shin and his ilk, we were never really members. It was a long time ago, either way. I don't think Chief Beifong really gave a damn unless I was actually fucking up on the job." He grinned fondly. For all that she was tough as nails, Mako did respect her greatly.

The king furrowed his brows a little, trying to figure out what he meant by a long time ago -- the two of them were in their early 20s and it didn't occur to him that the Triple Threats would hire teenagers; he wasn't deeply interested in the underbelly of the city. "I mean, granted, you're the best on the beat, which is why I hired you after all."

Mako rolled his eyes slightly at that comment, the atmosphere seeming to change a little again. Maybe this whole opening up thing wouldn't work out very well... They've certainly gotten closer over time, but being hired because he was the best on the force? It makes him a little uncomfortable... Maybe it's the thought that Wu wouldn't have given a shit if someone had been 'better' than him on paper, he'd have picked someone else for the job and Mako would just be doing same old... He's been looking after Wu long enough now that not doing it was weird to him. "I guess so..." He muttered, realising he was supposed to answer.

Quickly sensing the mood change, Wu's royal brow wrinkled under his still-tousled bangs, confused to how his accolades about Mr. I-Have-Responsilbities' work ethic made it seem like they had taken two steps back. "You 'guess so'?" he echoed. "That was compliment, Mako! A pat on the back for a job well done!" He accentuated it by literally patting him on the back of his shoulder -- since the rest of his back was still against the couch. "Back then I didn't know that I'd gain a treasured companion as well," he said a little softer.

"Oh..." He honestly doesn't know what to say, realising his mistake. Wu sometimes said thoughtless things, but that didn't mean there was thoughtlessness in everything he did, and he sometimes still managed to forget that. Never mind Mako's not exactly good at any of this stuff, talking about his feelings, whatever. It's just not his game, and way out of his comfort zone besides. He looks much calmer now, but he doesn't know what to say either.

The king let the silence between them hang in the air a bit. He then gently nudged Mako's side and whispered, "Psst. This is the part where you go: Yeah Wu you're awesome too wow." As he said the second part, he stuck his fingers through his curls, pulling them up a bit to mimic Mako's hair, furrowed his brows, and made his voice a little more gravely in a poor attempt to sound like him. Once it was done, he let go of his hair, which just flopped in front of his face as he laughed at his own impression.

Mako chuckled softly and playfully poked him in the side, a small grin on his face. "A dork is what you are." He teased, not feeling the need to bloat Wu's ego any further than he already did today. Still, this is nice, and he does appreciate Wu making an effort to not be annoying, if that makes sense. He knows Wu can be mature and sensible if he wants to be, it's just that he doesn't usually want to be that.

He couldn't help but laugh along, folding a little as Mako poked him. Wu retaliated by bumping his shoulder against his. "That's 'Your Royal Dork-ness,' to you, good sir," he said, putting on a faux pompous air that didn't last very long as he grinned again, just knowing the fact that he made Mako laugh again.

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sophierequests · 2 years ago

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the ring // holiday event

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Pairing: David Kostyk x gn!Reader

A/N: Everybody say thank you to Lizzie (@juneberrie) for giving me this idea.

Summary: David's Christmas present turns out to be a bit more valuable than the reader had expected.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 700

Warnings: Proposals, couples being happy??

David was nervous. In all honesty, nervous was an understatement. He was anxious, afraid, jittery, skittish, uneasy, and basically every other synonym for the word nervous that there is. The worst thing was, that he didn’t even know what exactly he was nervous about. Was he nervous about saying something wrong? About having picked the wrong moment? Or was he just nervous about potentially getting rejected?

The only thing he knew is that he was eternally grateful that you accepted his offer of spending the first day of Christmas together. It made things easier for him. He didn’t think that he would have been able to pop the question with every single one of your shared friends around. As much as he loved them, only the thought of that being a possibility made him tense up.

But now he had no excuse for pushing the inevitable any further. You had spent the entire evening baking and eating Christmas cookies, having a lavish dinner, and eventually settling down on the couch to have a glass of wine and unwrap the few presents you got the other.

His hand fidgeted with the small box in his pocket, anxiously waiting for the perfect point in time to do what he had been waiting to do for what felt like ages. It had taken him almost four months to be satisfied with the ring. He had occasionally put in all-nighters under the ruse of simply having too much work to do. Instead of slaving away at some random project however, he spent the night planning and creating the perfect ring for you. It was a secret he kept from basically everyone in his life. Not even Genya or Nikolai were aware that he was planning to propose. They had all suspected that he might do it sometime soon, but him proposing on Christmas was something no one suspected. And you didn’t either.

“Saints, David these are so cute!” you grinned as you unpacked the soft pair of Fabrikator-made gloves he had thrown in as a disguise for the actual present he had been planning to give to you. T

“You’re always complaining that your fingers are threatening to fall off whenever you come to visit me in the workshops. I thought these gloves would at least keep you from freezing to death on your way to see me,” he replied, one hand still on your other gift.

“My fingers shall remain on my hands for another day,” you laughed, putting them on the table next to you. “Thank you, David. I love them. You know me so well.” You leaned forward to hug him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek which he happily accepted.

“I’m glad. I was worried you didn’t like the colour,” he replied, his voice hitching a bit on the last syllable. He knew that you would like the colour. It was your favourite, after all. And it was also the same colour as the stone he put into the prong of the ring.

“Love, are you alright?” you asked, slightly caught off-guard by the tenseness he emitted. He had been acting strange for the entire evening, but you had just chalked it up to the stress the holidays brought with them.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You’ve been so nervous today, is everything okay?”

“Actually, there is one thing I need to ask you.” Now or never, he thought, straightening out his back to feign the confidence he wasn’t feeling. You gave him a quizzical expression, suddenly feeling uneasy at his sudden change of demeanour.

“Uhm, of course.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time now, and I am quite nervous to actually go through with this. I’ve never been good at decision-making. I’m constantly trying to push any monumental decisions back as long as I can. But there is one decision I’m very sure of and that I’d like to make a bit more permanent.” All the puzzle pieces seemed to fall into place when he slid off the sofa to get on one knee. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

You didn’t even manage to get out a proper response before falling into his arms, engulfing him in a tight hug he hadn’t quite expected.

“Is that a yes?” he asked sheepishly, tightening his grip on your waist.

“Of course it’s a yes!”

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1tsjusty0u · 9 months ago

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another quastion. how does zelda feel about the castle. pre and post calamity. have people gone into the castle after the calamity and could she sense them/how does her telepathy work/what can she see if anything

HM!!!

ok so. this had me rethink a Lot about my zelda because. trying to tie her into the story and/or give her thematically relevant motives/problems is Specifically Hard with the theme i chose (if you can even call it a theme). and also i had to go over what she would actually think in her situation and it. not really tying into how she thought of it beforehand. im still going over it honestly and canon botw makes this so much harder why did they Do That…. this especially complicates her father and hers relationship at least from normal fandom standards but at the very least i can deal with that

castle time ok!!! pre cal its mostly just her house. one that has stupid rules sometimes but otherwise shes doing pretty great!!! the sheikah tech are extremely abundant near the castle, both seen in the memories (including the champions dlc memory) but also makes sense given where the sheikah tech was buried to begin with. her relationship with her father gets. More Strained as time goes on. to be clear he does care for her and the whole reason he bans her from the tech in a memory is so she can prove to everyone how she isnt a failure. the problem with that though is that he prohibits her only real solution to her powers, the one tangible thing that Can stop the calamity. id also feel like at he end of conversations he would ask about her training which could lead to arguments. shes still able to infodump things to him (only really more towards the beginning though), which he takes more to heart once hes dead. and he kind of has to unban her from the sheikah tech at one point, nearing the calamitys arrival. it leads to a Hell of an argument from both of them because he Wants to keep her banned or grounded more than ever before, but well. circumstances have changed. but back on topic castle wise everythings chill. most of the knights or soldiers cant go into the castle having like. 2 rooms where they are allowed, and the guards are just like maids and such to her. theyre there and they dont intrude Too Much. gestures to the post she doesnt want to Not be a princess she doesnt want to be a Failure of a princess, and the castle doesnt really remind her much of that. her room might..? but theres no signs to that when you go into it when its broken and such. there isnt even a goddess statue in there. so. yeah! i may add that? BUT ANYWAYS.

post cal!!! mixed feelings. on one hand? Anger. anger that the calamity revived There, angry that it came early when she was so close, angry that the payoff she hoped for never came and she had to do all of that only for the castle to get destroyed and 100 years to pass and her friends to die. she doesnt think she did it for nothing, but shes Close to thinking that just by proxy of how events happened. she needs to go in there eventually to retrieve Her Stuff (plushies, printed photos that werent taken by purah, diagrams, books etc) and it just. messes a bit with her how everything is destroyed and how the grass and trees are all dead from malice and guardians. if she rebuilt the monarchy she’d likely leave the old castle in ruins, building another one in a different location, leaving the old one as a monument of sorts to What Happened. she wouldnt view everything as her or links failure she’d just view it as a stupid stupid moment that didnt have to happen but did anyways. especially because she Has Her Powers Now. she got to the springs she has her powers shes a Princess. she didnt fail at what she was supposed to do, its just her monarchy is a failure rather than her if that makes sense??????????? she has no place to Be a princess after she spent so long trying to be one. an ending that wasnt worth it. so the castle is generally unpleasant to be around. shes upset about everything being destroyed but also pretty mad about it. she keeps it there more to hurt herself than anything else. she thinks its a reminder and in part it is its just not a useful reminder of any kind . not to say the monarchy was good mind you just the circumstances in which it got destroyed, Especially For Her, werent great!

people have gone into the castle after the calamity!! or at least before link wakes up but during when zelda is still fending ganon off. that mostly aligns with canon surprisingly as npcs can tell you how they Used to be able to get into the castle for gear but now theres monsters all over the place. i think that ganons malice was still there and the cocoon was also still there he just was less actively fending off the castle because there was no need. priorities 🔥🔥🔥. i..! think she could sense them, but not really realize it was them for lack of a better word. like she knew someone was in the castle but she either was A not able to focus on it too much or at all or B could focus on it but had no idea What It Was. like it couldve just been a feeling when someone was in the castle but she’d have no idea thats what that feeling came from if that makes sense. once link wakes up shes able to focus on other things more outwardly but still focuses more on ganon. her telepathy i think works based on ganon and sheikah tech alerts :] like for example theres apparently a control unit for the towers underneath the castle. if ganon was using that accidentally then zelda would also have a tie to that just by proxy of being eaten by him. its like. she could visually see or audibly hear something change, and that goes for when the divine beasts yell when you come near them and she warns you of them if you havent talked to impa or when ganon yells when you come to the castle. she was able to wake you up to do the shrine of resurrection letting out an alert of some kind. how it works or even if its connected to the castle at all i dont know though. maybe a hivemind or a message system like the divine beasts? where the shr actually the shrine of resurrection Is Technically a divine beast so it could absolutely have a messaging/alert system. how it gets to the castle i have no idea. either the castle is also a divine beast or theres a main control unit under there. or the alerts from the SoR get broadcasted across the main tech that needs it, though i dont know why theyd do that… but the tower is more straightforward thats connected to the castle. the five minutes after playing she just has no idea what links doing and tells him to head there out of necessity . the divine beasts yells are just Loud and more loud to her specifically because ganon has a hand in that. ganon yelling is self explanatory. how shes able to talk to link telepathically to begin with ? no clue. it probably has something to do with whatever her powers are or how zeldas of the past were able to use telepathy, but its more likely just a result of her powers. i think she more or less found out via ganon though. either he can also do that or she just. kind of Had To after being eaten.

for what she sees….! thats tough. i saw a comic once that had zelda be able to see through hylia statues, which is cool however thats kind of bogging her down to being hylia 2.0 which. she isnt. and also considering her Issues with hylia i almost feels mean. she Could be able to see through the divine beasts possibly ? whether im doing that is up for debate though. Though it could make for some accidental horror? like having a divine beast constantly Facing Your Direction no matter how far away you are, or when its moving in a circle it suddenly just doesnt turn and either stands and stares at you or goes towards your direction. horrifying and i dont think zelda would be able to do that (more looking through them rather than controlling them) but i like divine beast horror. anyways considering the divine beasts have consciousness? i dont know if she’d be able to. do that. like hijack it just to see whats happening

inside ganon she can actually see things.! not from the outside mind you but its not just pitch black. whether its a different world, pure malice, just sheikah tech, is up to debate. or up to how i design it honestly i need to figure . that out. but yeag. i shall draw it once i have an idea of it

also please note how she feels about the castle is . Subject To Change. i feel like a conspiracy theorist trying to make her work here. but for now!!!!! yeah!!!!!! im going to try to expand her when i expand the champions. or when i decide how the relationships are going to work and what works better . 👍

#wreath of the bild #HI. THIS WAS TOUGHER THAN IT SHOULDVE BEEN

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skylermadness · 1 year ago

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A Minute in March (Ricky Matsui TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: March 31, 2022)

Original Description:

Say hello to the very first Dimension 20 TF in the world (probably)! This is a very long story I wrote alongside a friend of mine and I am so happy to finally share this! Ricky is honestly such a great character and to bring forth TF into him is something I am proud to do, especially something that ended up being 16 pages long in the end. This was definitely meant to be a silly thing since Ricky is frequently called Mr. March in the series, so I thought why not write a TF into him in March! I spent the past three months watching Dimension 20 and honestly it has been one of the best experiences I've had in a while! It is SUCH a great series and I fully recommend others watch it! Special thanks to my best friend for all the help editing this! They spent a lot of time doing so and I thank them so much...

New York City.

The Big Apple.

A massive, metropolitan cityscape, home to towering skyscrapers, landmarks and monuments of all kinds, and a bustling population of over 8 million people- a city that never, ever sleeps.

Though, if we were here to go over every single one of them and what their deal was, we’d be here all day, amirite?

We zoom in and find ourselves deep underground- this subway station is a crowded one, choked with people on their morning commute to work, just the same as our target… there.

Aaron Pearce, a man in his early 30s, wearing a dress shirt and tie, only slightly stained slacks, and a pair of loafers. He had been living in New York City for roughly a month at this point, having been sent here on a business trip by his company. It was a bit… jarring, at first, especially after having lived in a suburb for most of his life on the other side of the country- getting used to a life in the city where he’d see more people in a single day than he’d seen in his entire life up to that point could be uncomfortable at best, and downright suffocating at worst when he took the time to think about it.

But he’d settled down, for the most part. Gotten used to it as the weeks went on. He didn’t have the time to dwell on it, anyway- and honestly, who did, in this city? He had work to do.

Suitcase in one hand, half-eaten bacon egg and cheese bagel in another, and phone squashed precariously between his ear, chin, and shoulder, half wishing he had an extra hand to keep the darn thing from falling to the ground and cracking again. Aaron’s eyes wander listlessly across the crowd of New Yorkers sprawled out across the subway, waiting for one subway line or another. Just like he was. …And that meant he was a New Yorker himself, didn’t it?

Well… he wished it felt that way, at least.

Aaron hastily swallowed another bite of his bagel to promptly respond to the co-worker on the other end of the call, who had just posed a question with the natural expectation for an answer.

“Yeah, I’ve got everything ready for the presentation today.” He mentally ran through the list of what he had planned for said presentation at work, then while he’s at it, jumped to another project he was working on, also for work. A moment later between the call and more bites of his bagel, Aaron idly looked down at his watch, and sighed. “Do these trains ever come on time?” A soft chuckle escaped his chest as he asked. He already knew the answer.

“Not a chance- it’s a miracle we barely even get to work on time at all!” his co-worker, Marshall- also in New York on the same trip- laughs from the other end of the line.

“Yeah- though, I could swear it’s never too late, y’know? Honestly, it sort of has it’s charm like that- at least its inconvenience is consistent, right?”

“Sure seems that way. Personally, I genuinely believe it’d take nothing short of a literal act of magic to get these things to work on time.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, a smile finding its way onto his face. “Yeah, and your taxis are so much better.”

“Hm, sounds like someone’s jealous they didn’t integrate well enough to figure out how to taxi like a normal person.��

Aaron shoved the last bit of his bagel in his mouth when the conversation lulled, letting his gaze drift over to follow the subway tracks and across all the waiting people. He found his own thoughts slowing as he chewed- a short moment of respite. That did not come often in his new routine.

Even rarer, did it come, when there was only a single thought on his mind.

Shuffling his items around his now partially free arms to hold his phone properly again, Aaron swallowed his bagel quickly and spoke up, breaking the call's silence.

"You ever think about living here… permanently? Outside the business trip, I mean."

There was a short pause on the other end of the line, before Marshall answered him.

"A little, yeah. I won't lie, there's a lot in this city that beats home hands down, but the public transit really stinks. Can't stand it."

"Really? That's your only problem with this place?" Aaron snorted. He wondered if Marshall counted taxis as part of that judgment.

"...I mean, pretty much? Why?"

"I just think-" Aaron broke off and sighed. "I don't know… this is just such a nice place. Maybe it's the atmosphere, or the different weather from home, but- I just wish we didn't have to leave at the end of March."

"You sure the paycheck bump isn't starting to get to you?" Marshall joked. "Come on, you know how much of a chokehold the company's got on our work shit. No chance they're letting us stay any more than we have to so they can drop our salaries back down again."

Aaron blustered out a frustrated sigh. He knew that…

"Please, I'm being serious."

"Fine, fine, alright. …I wouldn't mind if I could stay living here for a bit longer either, I'll be honest. The food's great here, and my place is only a block away from the mall. That's walking distance! Crazy, right?" There's a sigh on the other end of the line. "I still don't think it's likely at all that the company would let either of us stay for longer- but hey, if it were to happen anywhere, it'd be here in the city of dreams now, wouldn't it?"

There was no inflection in the end of Marshall's sentence outside the humor of an intended joke, but something about it had a feeling rising in Aaron's stomach that he couldn't parse. He opened his mouth to say something, but a sudden rushing of air and pressure and people announced to Aaron that his train had arrived, and snapped him out of that slight daze.

"Oh, the sub's here, gotta go."

“Well, if you want to hang up that much…”

People started walking past Aaron towards the open subway cars, and he hastily gathered his work supplies to follow.

“I’m not going to be on my phone in the middle of public transit, that’s basic public manners.” Aaron shook his head as he approached the train. “I’ll see you at work today, but do you wanna meet up for coffee sometime later too?”

“Sure, sounds good to me. Work’s got me by the wringer, but I’ll let you know when I’d be good to go. See ya at work, Pearce.”

Aaron’s phone hung up without fanfare, but it left him with a slight pause before he moved further.

“The city of dreams, huh…” he whispered to himself, feeling the weight of something he somehow knew he could hardly understand settle on his tongue. The thought did not leave his mind as he boarded the train.

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The subway car was just as crowded as the station had been, as usual. People took their seats or stood when necessary, smooshed up next to each other or having others jutt into their personal space, but they all mostly kept to themselves, retreating into their own personal bubbles as best they could amidst the uncomfortable arrangements- more unspoken public transit manners. Aaron followed suit, hastily opening up his suitcase and laptop inside it to work. His eyes ran over a PowerPoint file he had open, that he had been working on for two weeks now- an important, critical asset, highly crucial for the growth of the company and the industry as a whole.

…Or so the daily emails asking about progress updates went on and on about, as if the mere assurance of the company’s benefit from all the work and polish Aaron put into this would make the process any less of a dull slog. It’d be over soon, though, he just had to check for edits one last time before he arrived at work.

Aaron focused in on his laptop, too engrossed in his work to notice anything else that might have been happening, just as the rest of the passengers were. Not one of them noticed the near invisible wisps of something beginning to flicker through the air, trailing down the length of the subway car, gathering together with more and more wisps until they had become a swarm distorting the very air. Not a single passenger saw the little motes of motes of golden light, the same color as the sun shining through and between the city skyscrapers, floating past in the same direction, bobbing gently among the invisible current.

No one saw, and the movements of the passengers on the subway car began to slow, gently, gradually, before being left absolutely still. Aaron began to fall still in turn, his mind attributing the sensation of time passing strangely to one that occured whenever he was working hard on something, and his attention slipped off of it without a second thought. But before he could fall victim to this strange fate his fellow passengers seemed to have fallen into, however, a new feeling rose in his chest instead- his stomach jumped like he'd gone over a speed bump too fast. But wasn't he on the subway, not in a car?

The rising pressure in his chest blurred his vision, and he rubbed his eyes a little in reflex. His vision cleared just in time for another golden orb of light floating just past his eyes- that he could see.

Aaron's eyes flew wide open with shock as his gaze shot around the subway car, taking in the glowing golden lights, the wispy distortions, even the almost absurd lack of reaction from the other passengers.

Aaron distractedly shut his suitcase and laptop, his excessively checked and double checked presentation the furthest thing from his mind. He stood up, and lurched a bit- the subway car was still moving, and he quickly adjusted himself before he lost balance. Looking around at the other passengers, Aaron realized- gradually, haltingly, as if he were in a dream- that the others were not moving at all, or even breathing… like they had been frozen in time.

Aaron was not sure where the idea had come from, but it did made sense, in the moment. Something strange going on with time would certainly explain why a stop hadn't been called in so long.

Aaron walked down the aisle hesitantly, yet firmly, the subway car once familiar, now liminal. He stood against the wispy current, feeling actual pressure pushing against him, like a particularly strong wind.

In response the sensation in his chest grew, then bubbled up, and he blinked and gasped aloud. Whatever dream-like state he had been in, and whether it had only began when he stepped onto the subway or it had lasted for his whole life up to this point, he was awake and aware and alive- there was fear, and trepidation, and apprehension, but carried anticipation among it all.

He reached the head of the car and watched the motes of golden light with cautious eyes. By now the wispy current had caught enough golden light of the orbs in its wake and refracted it, scattering it around and almost seeming to bathe the car around him in a warm golden haze. His skin and work attire stood out among the gold, the lone figure moving in a frozen gold world. Just to check, he waved a hand in front of a passenger he was walking by, and did not receive an annoyed glare in return.

Aaron shuddered and let out a sigh. The liminality of the space was starting to get to him.

“Keep it together, come on.” He clapped his hands on his face and looked back through the subway car one last time. His eyes ran over the golden haze, the very air rippling and distorting in consistent enough ways as the ocean tide would, the numerous passengers frozen to the spot mid-movement, and stepped through the door to the next car.

Peering through the doorway, Aaron saw that this car was in much the same situation as the last, with time seeming to stand still for all but the tide and the subway cars themselves, still rushing through the dark. No one else experiencing the same phenomenon to talk with, as he'd silently hoped for. When asking himself what exactly had caused all of this, Aaron was truly at a loss. It could be all just a dream, that had been his first guess, or maybe some sort of work-stress induced hallucination, but it felt a bit all too real to be simply that, he knew he was just fooling himself trying to believe it wasn't…

But wasn't the only other alternative that this was all real?

Aaron went cross eyed as something passed in his vision too close to his face, snapping him out of the train of thought. Another larger mote of light, among thousands of others the size of golden dust, gently carried by the invisible current down the line of subway cars.

"What… are you?" Aaron's voice was barely a whisper, as if he was worried he'd startle it away if he spoke too loud. The light only continued to bob in response, like some sort of drunken gnat.

Whatever it was, Aaron was almost certain it was connected to the time stop. He didn't even know what they were, but curiosity was beginning to get the better of him. Aaron reached out, and closed his hand around it.

In an instant, a scene so vivid and real he could have mistaken it for one of his own memories flashed before his eyes.

The building was burning. Smoke choked the air and the flames snapped at him from all sides. A child was clinging to him as he bolted through the ember filled halls, the air laid thick with heat. He was forced to swerve and dodge as a charred beam of wood collapsed in front of him, but he stayed calm, he knew what he had to do. Something- what he had- he had to do to-

Aaron gasped and stumbled back, a headache hitting him and forcing him to release his grip. The golden mote of light still hung there in the air, though almost seeming a bit more subdued, while Aaron reconfigured. "What… was that? It almost felt like…"

He trailed off as his gaze caught on the orb of light again. His panic subsided as he gazed into the golden glow, and felt… compelled to touch it again. It wasn't finished yet, he somehow knew. Incomplete.

He took a few steps forward, and his heartrate quickened as he reached out a hand and grasped it once more.

-He knew what he had to do to save the kid.

How familiar the vision felt, how real the sensations of adrenaline and determination shooting through his veins while it played out, how foreign it should have felt but didn't even feel wrong that it had placed him in the first person perspective, it almost felt like…

"…Like a memory…" Aaron breathed, letting it play out within his mind once more.

His breathing quickened, and with each breath something began to settle within him. At first was the feeling of warmth- not scorching and ravaging, like the memory of fire had been- but a gentle warmth enveloping him, like someone bigger and stronger than him that he knew with a certainty would protect him no matter what was wrapping him up in a protective, caring hug.

Aaron somehow felt more comfortable and safe than he'd felt in the longest time- but his breathing didn't relax. His breaths instead began to deepen and strengthen, seeming to fill out his body as it began to grow. His frame expanded, shoulders broadening and shaped itself out into a sculpted, almost intoxicatingly masculine form. His shirt very quickly seemed to stretch taught under the pressure as his chest barreled out, and almost sent him doubling over. Pectorals inflated and solidified into thick slabs, together forming a massive shelf that hung over a set of hard abdominals pushing forward- all visible through his shirt, straining at the buttons.

Still carefully drinking in everything the memory had to offer, Aaron absently reached up his free hand to loosen his tie, to the relief of his neck thickening to match the proportions of his new frame. The sleeves of his dress shirt began to tighten in turn, the delts and biceps and triceps swelling and further filling out the projected shape of masculinity his shoulders had established. His larger, stronger lungs began to find- not difficulty, but rather resistance, in the form of his dress shirt- now seeming almost comically small on his larger, powerful torso.

Aaron groaned and rubbed at a building headache, inadvertently releasing his grip on the mote of light and missing that it had completely disappeared from the space it had been in when he grasped it. He undid a button or two of his dress shirt- god, he could have sworn it felt fine this morning- and glanced around at the golden haze, even more of the bobbing golden motes of light drifted down the line, carried by the tide.

"There's so many-" His throat went dry and closed up, he coughed a bit to clear it and tried again. "There's so many more of these little things, huh…" Wait- was that his voice? Did it sound different than before? It did sound different, didn't it- it was deeper, and there was an inflection in his voice that he couldn't place.

Aaron walked through the fog of gold and amidst more of those glowing golden lights, watching them closely. Part of him didn't want to bother with them further, they were most definitely related to what was happening to the other passengers. But that part was drowned out the more he thought about that memory, and how comfortable it had felt. It had been of an extremely dire situation, yes, but there had been an overwhelming sense of positivity and optimism emanating through the demeanor he held and the way he carried himself. Like he could save the day. Like everything was going to turn out alright. Like…

"Nothing bad is ever going to happen to us…" Aaron whispered to himself, finishing the thought. In an instant, with reflexes he had not ever thought himself capable of before, he reached out his arm and his hand snapped shut around another mote of light floating lazily past him. His eyes widened at the sight of his new defined, muscled arm before he was swept up in another memory.

Smoke. He could smell it on the wind, even just the faintest traces of it, miles and miles away from him and his jurisdiction. A series of scenes flashed soon thereafter, of dashing through the streets of New York, of diving into the freezing waters of the New York Bay, of swimming at what must have been nigh-superhuman speed- the ferry wasn't fast enough. All powered by that strong, ever present desire to help, and to save whoever was in danger, that simply permeated his everyday life. That sense of…

Of…

"…Civic duty…"

Aaron's arms swelled further, bulkier and muscular, as the memory continued to play, accepting it as his own. The musculature of his arms was left rock solid and truly bulging out of the sleeves of his dress shirt. Strong enough for hugs, of course, and strong enough to protect. His hands followed suit shortly after, widening palms and thickening fingers to match his larger arms, and Aaron felt the power, his power, surge through them. The strength his upper body carried was very clearly not a brutish type- but rather, a kind one.

More memories began to play- if Aaron could wrench his focus away from the visions playing in his mind, he'd see the motes of light gravitating towards him on their own, rather than aimlessly following the tide, bringing their own distinct memories- now his. As the lights began to coalesce, Aaron felt another feeling rise within him, like a light illuminating in his chest and coursing through his body, that shined the same gold as the dust around him. The light of warmth, comfort, civic responsibility and duty filled his body and mind, and he couldn’t help but relax as the light made its home in his mind. Had he been clenching his jaw so hard this whole time? Aaron rolled his broad shoulders and thick neck, smoothing out all the kinks that he’d been used to from hunching over a computer for work all day, and found his face slipping into a more relaxed grin. It was all of a sudden even harder to be worried about the “critical asset” that he needed to prepare for his work- he wanted to help people, more than anything, and the only thing the presentation would do would be helping the company. And the company wasn’t a person- so it just wasn’t as important to Aaron anymore, his priorities shifting with his demeanor as that civic light filled his mind. The train of thought made perfect sense to him.

The memory of swimming through the New York Harbor returned, and in the memory… he reached the remains of a burnt down house, somewhere on an island that he’d smelled the smoke of miles away. Aaron recalled the details that came after- there were no casualties, thankfully, and the friend of his that had been living in the house had been safe elsewhere at the time of the fire-

“Wait, I… no, that’s not right…” Aaron stepped back, laying a hand on his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut. The memories were foreign, of someone else’s life, the memories were his, they were real and he’d lived through them, the memories were changing his mind somehow, the memories were confirming who he was- thoughts swirling around in his mind almost made him dizzy. Rather unhelpfully, in that moment he registered that his body was largely different from before, to which all he could think to react with was slightly furrowing his brows and uttering, “That’s definitely not right either…”

But something about it did feel right to him. All of his apprehension and fear when first approaching the lights had all but completely melted away, and he didn’t want to fear it either, anymore. He wanted to embrace it.

He lifted up a hand, smiling a bit as he took note of just how big it was, and felt around his body a little- squeezing his wrist, then his arm, occasionally trailing a finger down the noticeable indents his arm muscles had carved into the sleeves of his poor dress shirt. His hand drew over to above his heart, where the warm feeling felt the strongest.

Not because it was also where most of his massive pectorals were. Nor did he leave his hand resting on said pectorals for more than just a few moments. Nor did he play with them.

Thankfully because of the spot Aaron left his hand, he felt his chest expanding further sooner than he would have otherwise, giving him enough time for his large hands to clumsily undo the rest of the dress shirt’s tiny buttons before disaster struck. And not a moment too soon- Aaron’s eyes widened in awe as his abdominal muscles chiseled out into a rippling 8-pack, and the shelf formed by his pectorals jutted out even further, reaching their peak- at least, the result of all the hard work and working out he’d taken to get there. He was almost tempted to flex, just to show off his gains- but given the state of his strained clothes, that likely wasn’t a good idea, for now. He took to tracing his fingers around more of his bodily muscles like he did with his arms, instead- and while it did feel a bit silly and self indulgent of Aaron, it also felt… fine. There was nothing wrong with showing off his body like this- even unprompted on the subway, though he himself did feel a bit guilty for it, this was New York- people have seen weirder. Hell, he’d seen weirder, even before he was inducted into the Unsleeping City.

But nonetheless, it was all starting to feel more right. It was starting to feel like him.

It really was him.

The conclusion seemed to unlock something within him, setting off another wave of changes- this time to his work attire rather than his body. The ever-faithful dress shirt still barely clinging to his body was finally allowed its rest, as it loosened and reached over his uncovered torso to hide it again- buttons disappearing and shirt halves joining together by themselves, shirt collar disappearing into a plain shirt neck, sleeves rolled up and turned to a clear blue hue while the torso of his shirt stayed a clean white- the new nice, casual t-shirt was still quite snug enough to be… pretty revealing.

His tie undid itself and slithered down his shirt and through the belt loop holes of his slacks, though to his surprise it instead lost color and mass until it was nothing but a white string- the use of which became apparent as his pants changed next. Aaron’s nice slacks lightened from black to gray and the fabric softened to cottony material, becoming a comfortable, loose pair of sweatpants- with a white drawstring quickly tying itself into a knot at his waist. He found himself smiling softly as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his new sweatpants, reaching much deeper than the slacks could carry.

The pair of loafers he wore were last to go- the slick, black cloth reshaping into something more useful, well-worn, comfortable. Aaron held out a foot to watch as the changes settled in, a roughness inlaid in the material, the laces tied messily, a tongue emerging from the top as they formed into a pair of black, yellow, and white sneakers, perfect for walking or running places easily, and safe for swim in water with. It’s good to be prepared, especially after an incident like last time.

Aaron set his foot down and let out a content sigh. His pants and shoes felt a bit big, but he didn’t doubt that would be resolved soon. He glanced down the length of the subway car in both directions. Most of the little light orbs in this car were gone, having been attracted to the man almost magnetically and absorbed, but there were still some stragglers hanging back around toward the car he had come from. He nodded to himself, “Well, might as well finish cleaning up while I’m here.”

The next few seconds could not pass quickly enough- he took step after step towards the door, and the motes of light began to draw closer to the man in return, eager to gather around him and be absorbed, in rapid succession than slow, one at a time, like they had before.

Memories played out again and again, but this time the man neither winced nor closed his eyes to think about them separately, consciously. Locations, people, contexts, so much was being given to him, the unfamiliar becoming natural, the strange suddenly making sense. It was a little headache inducing, but he wasn’t afraid. He knew he was going to like his new life… or rather, he liked his life, craziness and all. That was what he meant, right?

While the floodgates were broken and memories poured in, the rest of his body made to fit the rest of what had already been changed. Each step he took, his leg muscles grew larger, thicker. Strong quads and hamstrings and bulging calves, perfect for running or bringing help to those who’d need him. His sweatpants seemed less and less loose as his legs grew- his glutes in particular growing to fill out his pants quite nicely. At the end of his legs his feet grew larger, filling out the sneakers properly with their size.

One last sensation began to well up in the man’s large chest- one that he quickly recognized as his own magic aura of protection, emanating its calming presence as it always did- but for some reason, the man felt he could really feel its effects on himself, as if he hadn’t felt it for a while. He laid a hand on the door back to his old car, his eyes flicked back to the haze tinted gold. He didn’t need to activate his divine senses to recognize it as raw umbra bubbling up from the World of Dreaming again, like in the months leading up to Null’s attack on the city. But why was it here now…?

Another deep breath, calm, warm. He could bring it up with the friend he was meeting up for tea with, if it struck the man as concerning enough. That’s where he was going that he decided to take the subway to travel to, right? It’d be nice to see them again, his friends’ names on the tip of his tongue.

He let his eyes close and felt a bit of numbness run through his skull, as his facial structure reconstructed himself. His head grew a little larger and wider to fit the rest of his body proportions, jawline shifting into a handsome, masculine one. So many little touches, in his nose, his ears, his chin, preparing him for the man he was ready to become. His hair deepened to jet black, the style eagerly shifting from combed to short and messy, endearingly so.

The signs of a lifelong New Yorker set deep into his face, his posture, his attitude. His old knowledge of the inner machinations of corporate enterprises faded into a network of important safety information. His suddenly renewed affinity for maintaining his personal fitness and helping others with their own brought a smile to his face as he pushed open the door.

Ricky Matsui walked back into the subway car, back towards his seat.

He couldn’t really remember why he’d gotten up in the first place, but those questions were pretty quickly dismissed when he saw the golden-tinted raw umbra still permeating the subway car, all the passengers still stuck in time.

…He wasn’t sure what to do about that, still. Whoops. Although- there was at least one noticeable difference that Ricky hadn’t noticed from before when he entered the car.

Stumbling around down the aisle, knocking into time-frozen passengers and snarling at anyone they touched, was a werewolf. They had coarse, brown fur covering most of their body, and a thick mane of slightly more well groomed fur surrounding their head, though it had seen better days. Bits of fur poke out of holes from their denim jacket, undershirt, and severely torn up pants, though some may have been from intentional styling as such rather than accidents. They also seemed to be missing a shoe, revealing a large clawed paw.

If the lack of reaction from any of the passengers were any indicator, the werewolf seemed pretty out of place. It could be another manifestation of anti-populi, which Ricky could dispatch here and now if that was the case… his eyes flicked over to his silver bat he’d left at the side of his seat. For one strange moment, the thought of swinging it like a club to attack someone almost seemed absurd and silly- before he blinked and remembered that’s how baseball bats were used in the first place. He shook away the strange thought and returned to the most pressing matter.

It didn’t really seem likely that they had to do with anti-populi, though, since it seemed to be localized to just one person. Ricky sniffed the air with his enhanced sense of smell, and tasted the smell of alcohol coming from the creature’s muzzle. Poor guy must have been pretty drunk, and badly handling it- he might be the violent type, based on the way he was acting. But maybe if Ricky could just calm him down a little…

Ricky cautiously trodded towards the seat the werewolf had collapsed into, and sat down in the open empty seat next to them, actually a few seats down from where he got up from. Throwing up Calm Emotions on top of his Aura of protection, he opened with a simple “Hey.”

The creature’s eyes focused in on him from where they were darting around erratically. They growled for a moment, then sputtered in a guttural, yet vaguely Irish accent, “…hey.”

“You, uh… doin’ alright?”

They snarled instead of answering, and irritatedly scratched their arm, inadvertently adding a few more rips to their jacket.

Ricky hummed. That was pretty stupid of him to ask. “What’s your name?”

The werewolf practically scowled at him. “Jawbone. Jawbone O’Sss..” his speech slurred a little, “...ssh..shaughnessey.”

“I’m Ricky Matsui,” Ricky reciprocated, giving his full name back, with a smile and a thumbs up. Something about the gesture tugged a bit of a smile on Jawbone’s muzzle, but he turned away and scratched himself some more, and harder. Ricky raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to talk about what’s got you, uh, real bummed?”

“‘m drunk on a train, fer one thing,” Jawbone glanced around at the subway car and its frozen passengers. “Wrong train, too. I tried to get off before it started moving, but too many people got in the way and nobody even looks at me when I ask for directions. Nobody ‘til you now, anyway…”

“Yeah. I think something weird is going on, on top of all that? In like, the magic kind of weird, I mean. Uh, you’re really scratching yourself a lot, are you good-”

“Allergies.” Jawbone snapped, growling at the other passengers again, who remained blissfully unaware. “Apparently these arseholes don’t seem to know it’s polite to conceal their silver in public spaces!” Jawbone raised his voice through the sentence and spat out the last part.

Ricky’s thoughts immediately jumped to his magic silver baseball bat and winced.

“Uhh, hold on-” Ricky leaned back over to his seat and knocked over his bat, and rolling it under the seat it was leaning against. Thankfully, that was the only thing he had brought with him on the subway. “Sorry about that, realized it was at least partly my fault-” Ricky startled a bit when Jawbone just seemed to start crying at the gesture. “Hey, hey, it’s okay!’

“It… it really ain’t,” the werewolf choked out between sniffles, “This entire day has been utter shite. First I forgot to take my meds before heading to work, hoped I wouldn’t get sensory overload, got sensory overload, you know how it is. Didn’t bring any backup medication on me either, so I had to improvise and tried snorting some drugs I had on me to help, but didn’t- turns out something I thought was cocaine was actually something else I’d never even heard of before, that I’m not even sure was drugs! No idea how I got to this place, I don’t know where the hell I am, and as best I can gather I’m not even on a train bound for out of the city!” Jawbone began pouring out, Ricky doing his best to support Jawbone physically before he collapsed from a stroke, or something.

Ricky rubbed Jawbone’s shoulder, and when he didn’t resist, brought him closer into a consoling hug. “I’m sorry, that sounds really messed up.”

“Ricky, you’re… the only person who’s actually noticed me and talked to me this… entire time,” Jawbone sniffled between hiccups.

A soft, golden glow began to emanate from Ricky’s hand as he rubbed the werewolf’s shoulder. “Hey, I bet I could help you. I’ve lived in New York all my life, I’ve gotten the hang of the subways pretty well, I can help you get back on track, once we hit a stop and I, uh, know where we are at the moment.”

The sniffling began to slow as not only Ricky’s calming, civic aura helped wash away Jawbone’s anxiety and fears, but even the mundane act of someone offering to help in his time of stress helped bring Jawbone back from the angry, hostile mess he’d been earlier.

“Yeah… yeah, I’d like that…” The werewolf looked up at Ricky’s face one more time, with a look in his eye that was likely meant to look different when not drunk and potentially high. “Gods, annyone ever tell ya yer hot as Ffffffffffffffuc-k?” Jawbone popped that last -k out loud in his mouth, then groaned to himself. “Uuuugh, ‘m usually way better at this, even when smashed, I swear…”

Ricky laughed in spite of himself. “Sorry, I’ll have to ask my partner about it before we think of adding a third.” He’d give Jawbone the chance to make a better first impression than this encounter before he made any solid judgments himself, too. “But yeah, I do get recognized a lot as Mr. March from the Firefighters’ calendar. Or at least, the 2019 version…”

The two of them sat there and talked for what felt like hours, Ricky talking about his friends, and Esther, and his time being a firefighter, and Jawbone told him about some wild and often drug filled escapades, rattling off lists of drugs so many drugs and the amazing partners he’d had in the past, surprising Ricky that Jawbone had apparently settled down and was a dad himself too- well, Ricky wasn’t one yet, but he would be one very soon- and gotten a job as a school guidance counselor. Jawbone hadn’t itched or scratched once, and Ricky’s aura seemed to really calm him down. He felt so calming, even talking to Ricky was a soothing experience.

As time went on, or rather didn’t go on, it was a surprise for the both of them when the train sounded the soft ding that played before a stop was called. “Now arriving, Elmville Station.”

Jawbone’s wolfish ears perked up. “Elmville… that should be my stop…”

Ricky grinned and gave his shoulder a little shake. “Hey, that’s great! Maybe you weren’t on the wrong train after all.”

“I uh… maybe.”

Jawbone stood up, a little shakily, as the subway began to slow. The doors opened once fully stopped, and Jawbone made to walk over, but paused to give Ricky a wave of departure. Ricky beamed back at him and gave a wave back. With one last pang of warmth in his chest, Jawbone only slightly stumbled leaving the cars- onto a station platform that looked to have been built outdoors in the open air, that Ricky didn’t recognize. It almost looked more like a classic railway station than a subway stop.

Ricky wasn’t given too much of a chance to dwell on it, though, as the doors closed and the subway began moving again. Ricky watched as the golden haze of raw umbra finally began to dissipate and the other passengers began to move again, continuing about their business as if nothing had ever happened. Ricky didn’t have any business to work on himself, he was just there for the ride to Pete’s tea shop-bookstore, but he was glad that everyone in the area was safe.

…There was a strange sense of finality that hung in the air, now that he was back in the waking world, but he couldn’t tell why or what for.

He shrugged.

“At least this would make a nice story to tell Cody.”

As if on cue, the train dinged and Ricky’s stop was called. He didn’t know what that feeling meant, or what caused it, but somehow, he was almost certain it wasn’t a bad thing. A part of him that seemed to know better than he himself did seemed to prefer it, even. Whatever “it” was.

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“Dude, wait, so you’re telling me you saw a werewolf on the subway and he was just. Chill?”

“Yep. I mean, no, he was pretty down on his luck, but he turned out alright when I helped him out.”

“Dope… that’s got to be like, the coolest werewolf on a subway story I’ve ever heard. Even though I only knew of one other before this one.”

Ricky was definitely right, Cody did end up hooked hearing about this experience of his.

“Yeah, and he told me a lot of stories about doing crazy stuff while on a lot of drugs- some of which sounded made up, but like, I don't do drugs myself so I couldn't tell anyway."

"That’s so cool, dude. So wait, like- if he was on the wrong line, you think he might've been from Jersey or something?"

Ricky sighed. “Honestly, I hope not. I don’t think I could take Esther to go visit him if he was, even if I was sure I wanted to.” He shook his head. “But I dunno. Part of me was thinking it could have also been anti-populi, but it seemed a bit too localized for that. Maybe it’s just weird dream world stuff?”

Their friend Pete arrived from nearby, pouring them refills of tea from his arcane focus teapot, which also served just delicious tea. “Might be- but I think it might have been part of something weird going on instead, I’ve been getting some weird vibes between the Waking and Dreaming worlds lately.”

Cody looked at Pete in surprise. “Damn- you think it’s that serious?”

Pete nodded. “I was gonna message the group about it earlier, but I was bit busy to do it until you reminded me just now, actually.” He pulled out his phone and started texting with one hand, preparing to close the shop with the other. “You guys up for checking it out today?”

“Yeah, my shift at the Fairyland park ended an hour ago, so I’m good to go. You, Ricky?”

“Yep, I’ll text Esther and let her know.”

Even though they were only in the researching and planning stage, a glow of anticipation lit up in Ricky Matsui’s heart. The time to once again help and protect New York City from danger he could feel was fast approaching, and he could not wait to stand together with his fellow Heroes of New York to do so.

#character tf #human tf #transformation #male transformation #muscle growth tf #tf

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baconcolacan · 2 years ago

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Hello again, thanks for answering! It almost gave me something when I asked the question, but now I think it's not as scary as before, well I have more questions! I'm sorry if there are many, and I apologize if my English is not very good.

1- Ok, we know that R!Tord would keep memories in case R!Tom died, but in the future no one would wonder who was that person for the Red Leader? I mean, the recordings, the painting, the monument and having a country blown to pieces out of nowhere? I guess people would think it was the Red Leader's couple, right?

2- What would be the reaction of the generals if R!Tord had told them the reason why he wants R!Tom?

3- Why I think that the one who is going to end up killing General Weth is going to be R!Tom?

4- The red soldiers are not going to wonder why R!Tom is still alive?

5- I know that this question will probably be answered in future chapters, but will R!Tom be able to freely roam the base? And please tell me that R!Tord will give R!Tom some clothes so he doesn't freeze to death.

6- What would be the reaction of Hillarson and the old unit of R!Tom to see that the Red Leader is "In Love" with R!Tom (I say "in love" because that is not love)

7- Where are Susan and Tomme Bear?

8- In some future we will see Mark and Eduardo?

Oh! and My girlfriend and my friend are proud that I sent you the questions,because they know that I am a very nervous girl and they probably knew that I would never send the questions, by the way my friend has one:

Now ask him how I can force my friend to see regimen and if he answers the comment, I read regimen.

Thank you for taking your time to answer my previous questions, Take care of yourself!

Ayyeee! Hi bud! Its nice to see that you dont think its scary to ask me things anymore hahaha answers below!

Well, people will wonder why Tom was so important, but I think they wouldn't really press for details in fear of Red Leader lashing out. Still, some will suspect that he was a lost love or some such, not that they'd try to confirm it anyway.

Well, shock, most of all, but they won't linger on it too much. RL's whims are very erratic, so at this point they would have already been used to it. So the shock will only last for a moment then they'll just accept it.

Hm, dunno.

They will. But you know. See above.

Hmmm. You'll have to wait for that :]

Hilarson would have a fit, because he knows how bad it would be to have RL's undivided, obsessive, attention. Same goes with Tom's old unit, which I hope you mean the 9th Norway Corps, as they would also do whatever they can to keep Tom away from the RA.

Susan is at home, Tommee bear might be as well.

Uhhhhh, well, I dont believe so, as Regimen will focus mainly on Tom and the other guys.

HAHAHAHA AND NO PROBS CHUM! I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to ask me questions :D

And as for what your friend said, I dont think I can force anyone to read the fic ahahaha, Im not that kind of dude. People can choose whether or not they want to read Regimen, as the story does deal with darker topics, so I wouldn't want to make somebody uncomfortable if they dont like what the tags say :PP

Thanks for stopping by again!!

#asks #lobosforeveranever #regimen ao3 #I feel so bad for regimen since Im fixating on other aus rn kdjgfdjkgm

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d2sejanus--plinth · 10 months ago

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@rimeoverreason sent "You want to kiss me, don't you?"

Attending those parties was always boring. Sejanus knew why Coriolanus luxuriated in those so showily, he was all sharp, shining smiles, perfect poise, mingling with everyone, making connections, he knew what he was getting out of it. He’d been the relegated plus one for a while now, and he knew what his role was, to keep an eye on Coriolanus, mostly from afar, mix and mingle with other guests if possible, but not lose sight of the other man. He wasn’t the assigned security, not really, but he didn’t mind filling that role. Coriolanus looked handsome in his black suit, a red rose pinned gorgeously to the breast pocket of it, his hair slicked back. His sheer presence was demanding attention, he felt monumental, and people flocked to him with ease. Sejanus nursed his first drink of the night, something absolutely vile that he decided will also be the last drink of the night; he was wearing a similar suit to Coriolanus’, more gray than black, and the collar of his dress shirt felt oppressive around his neck.

Someone had approached him earlier with the intention to flirt, but he rejected her politely, those dark, wide eyes of hers filled with disappointment immediately. It was still strange to be openly desired. Ever since he’d more or less settled into the Capitol, outwardly, anyway, and ever since he associated more with now the most promising presidential candidate, he found himself put out with the attention. Even patients were flirting with him occasionally, and he found it most bizarre and disconcerting. He didn’t need these people’s attention. He didn’t want it, he never did.

The only person whose attention he vied for was sitting across from him, some distance away, charming his way into people’s hearts, a virus seeping into your blood and festering, taking over, making itself unforgettable into the very fabric of your being. Sewing itself to it, wriggling under your skin, reaching tendrils into your brain, suffusing everywhere. Hm. Maybe that was only his personal experience, but either way, he could see that the couple Coriolanus was making conversation with were absolutely starstruck. Throughout the evening, there were hands on his forearms, pats on his back, on his shoulders, even a pat to his cheek that Coriolanus took in stride with a brilliant, perfect smile. Something prickled at Sejanus’ skin. Something familiar, something ugly and grotesque.

When he reached Coriolanus, still with the same glass of whatever it was in his hand, maybe he forgot to disguise what took over him at the moment, because, in a breath, Coriolanus said, you want to kiss me, don't you? If he was hearing this back when he was eighteen, he would have been thrown into a tizzy. He would have been panicking at being found out. But, he was not eighteen. “What gave it away?” his tone was even, and he smiled, hopefully alluring. “Take five?” Or twenty, or thirty, he was desperate to get out of here. Usually, Coriolanus wouldn’t agree, because he wanted to take full advantage of these parties, any gathering where he could expand his social circle, seize up enemies and allies alike.

But Sejanus was hungry. The sharp claws of hunger in his chest scratched at him, went into his throat. There would be no relief if Coriolanus refused. He didn’t let him refuse. Before long, they were locked into one of the rooms, Sejanus grabbing his waist and then pinning him down to the lavish bed. He had no idea whose room this was, nor did he care. His weight fell heavy on top of Coriolanus, and he forced his thighs apart, tugged his thigh over his hip, aching where they met, such a crude, recognizable ache. He burned, his breath bitter and warm over Coriolanus’ lips. “Do I still look like I want to kiss you?” he kissed down the side of his neck instead, and the column of his throat, licking at the quickening pulse there. He knew he couldn’t mess Coriolanus’ appearance too much, and holding himself back was one of his worst skills. Finally, he gripped Coriolanus’ jaw in hand, pointedly, and he kissed him, slick and wanting. He kept going even as his chest burned, even as he felt that he was suffocating and they were trying futilely to wrench breath from each other. If they were dying as their lips mingled, Sejanus couldn’t think of a more gorgeous way to go.

#rimeoverreason #<you want to kiss me>

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lucygraysboy · 7 months ago

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“how come it’s so hard to believe we haven’t? how many have you seen, hm? how many?” billy playfully taunts, tempted to dig his fingers into her sides and tickle her mercilessly, just to hear her laugh once more. of course, he refrains, but it amazes him how comfortable he feels around her. “not counting yourself, lucy gray.” he has to clarify, still thinking about her cheating when asked about her favorite color. “why, thank you.” and just like that he’s a blushing beanpole, just glad he’s no longer eating or he’d choke. pale blue eyes avoiding these captivating chocolate hues as he briefly wonders if maybe she’s just making fun of him, a sheepish smile blooming on his lips. “wouldn’t put it past her,” he huffs, his face cooling down at the mere thought of that goat. then again, it’s just an animal and has every right to be wary of strangers. “what’s her favorite snack? i think i should apologize for nearly dying in her bedroom and can’t go empty-handed or she’ll never forgive me.” as soon as he feels better, he’ll try to make amends with shamus. for lucy gray’s sake, but also because he doesn’t want to be disliked by a goat. “it sure is.” he’s got a good idea about how the horses are feeling. after all, she’s tended to him, too, fed him, made him a friendship bracelet… and he’s already falling in love with her.

“that’s very sweet and brave of you, lucy gray.” both, overcoming her fears and trusting a man she knows so little about. he’s so deeply touched by her words, especially the last part, that he can’t help but melt on the inside. she doesn’t look like the kind of girl who puts her heart into other people’s hands easily, unlike him, and so he understands just how monumental this moment is. a sincere smile playing on his lips, he doesn’t dare taking her hand into his again, but he does bring his bracelet-clad wrist even closer, until the beads are clanking softly, colliding gently with each other. “and i promise to never let you down or lie to you.” the words leave his mouth before he can actually think them through or realize he’s already lied to her in a way when he refused to tell her about his journey, how he’s on the run because he’s a wanted man. “then we’ll take one of them out for our first trip.” the more he listens, the more his heart breaks for her. he feels so very guilty for hiding his real identity, and she’s here confiding in him, sharing a piece of her own soul. god, he is a horrible man, after all. “having your mama’s horse must mean a lot for you. i think i already know which one you should learn on.” the one that belonged to her mother. it must be a sign, he thinks. “wednesday afternoon,” he repeats in wonderment, nodding his head in a silent thank you. that means he’s been on the run for almost two weeks then.

laughing softly as she explains the saying to him, it suddenly makes so much sense that he intends to remember and use this phrase. “agreed. took two cultures to find the perfect words to describe her, if that doesn’t tell you what kind of person she is…” he trails off, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows to amuse her. god, he loves hearing her laugh. “no more snakes down her dress then, lucy gray.” or that man will find a way to hang her, billy thinks but doesn’t dare say out loud, the unspoken words turning into worry and sadness in his bright blue eyes. she’s so kind and full of light, it was all a harmless prank in the end… but he knows how powerful, corrupt men are and a shiver runs down his spine. “better to stay away from her altogether than get whipped in the streets.” there’s no more humor in his voice, only fear. if she’s messed with the mayor’s daughter, she might be in serious trouble when said mayor ever crosses paths with her. billy doesn’t tremble easily, but this thought alone makes him nauseous. “i’m so happy you like it, but no, thank you, lucy gray. i’m never taking mine off. i hope they bury me with it.” so he’ll be able to keep it forever forever. he gently pushes the plate with the last roll towards her, smiling invitingly. “i think now is the perfect time to split it between us, don’t you agree?”

"and why not? neither of you seen a girl drag somebody, just because they're heavier than them?" lucy gray amusingly smiled, she knew it wasn't an everyday occurrence but she wasn't too good to do it like most women who acted like they couldn't lift a finger. "well, i think you're a swell lookin' beanpole. nothin' wrong with bein' one. even though, you look like a strong beanpole to me." amusement lingered on her face as her eyes trailed over his figure, smiling sweetly at the dark haired boy. "oh she won't, just as long as you don't mess with her." doe eyes playfully rolled, giving him a dismissive wave of her hand. "that's true, that's why shamus is so defensive." the brunette quietly laughed, because he just validated why shamus rightfully acts the way she does all while trying to call her mean at the same time. "well, that's a good point isn't it." a sweet smile pulled at her face at the way he says that... if she's tending to them, they love her already. she sure loves them.

"alright, that sounds like a good idea. one i'm excited for. i trust what you're sayin' and i'll trust you." about the horses, at least. and knowing how to tame one. he sounded well knowledged, didn't sound like no crap talker and the idea of sharing the horse makes her feel a lot more comfortable. her father though...if he found out, he'd lose his last piece of mind, she couldn't help but anxiously remember in the back of her mind. "spirit and sundance is the calmest, i'd say. one's the beautiful white horse that was my mama's and the other is a beautiful light brown horse." she'll take him around to meet them when they get the safe chance. "it's wednesday afternoon, darlin'." lucy gray answers, understanding why he questions it. "i did know what a gnome looks like but never knew all that. now i do." thanks to him. and thanks to him, that's what mayfair always will be in her head which is a hilarious idea. "it is, it's the lord's day so sinning then is extra sinnin'." the brunette explains, then eyes lit up in curiosity at what dryshite meant before she grinned in amusement the longer she listened.

"i never heard that before. –now that's the perfect sentence for mayfair." a soft laugh sounded from her as she looked down at their wrists put together, remembering she should keep quiet but it was a difficult task once he put it like that. "yeah, her dad was fixin' to be mayor. he probably is by now." she remembers how livid he was to the point he was hunting her down trying to get a hit or several in. which was another significant moment in her life where men proved themselves to be monsters. "it's beautiful and the most perfect piece of jewelry i ever saw. thank you, billy." thinking of monstrous men... and then this one made her a bracelet. he was gentle, like only a little boy would be. it made her heart swell the longer she stared at the bracelet then shyly she forced herself to look back up, gently taking the scissors from him and putting them back up in the basket to distract herself.

#billysgirllol #ikr?? 😭 this alone makes them so interesting 😭 and so cute!! and meant to be!!#omgosh yes please!! tomorrow morning so probably neither of them will get much sleep tonight 😂#billy in the closet listening for footsteps and trying to estimate how fast he can throw himself under the bed for his gun 😂#HMM 🤔 we’ll 100% figure something out!! he could lie and tell it’s for a friends funeral or something but it’s much more shady than that #OMGOSH RIGHT?? I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE BEFORE YOU POINTED IT OUT DJDJDJ #they have this in common too 😭 people think they’re bad but they’re actually good 😭 they only do questionable things when they have no other #choice and have to either defend themselves or their loved ones or are serving much needed revenge

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raisin-shell · 3 years ago

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Okay so here goes : For Donnie 22. "Give me the camera 60 Roof top 97 cuddling 151 Do you know how a turtle takes his mate .

First one up is miss @nikitaboeve with some Donnie love. 💜 let’s get right into it! NSFW/SMUT/SEX possibly some language I mean it is Donnie. DonnieXfem reader.

Dinner had been perfect. Your techy beau had surprised you for your three month anniversary with a romantic candle lit meal beneath the stars and above all the hustle, bustle and amazing lights of the city. The two of you had grown so very close in your relationship, you staying the night and often sleeping away in his bed while he typed away on his computer or he coming over to your place for fajita Friday every week. Your long talks into the early hours of the morning about literally anything not to mention he’d come to your every beckoning call when something wasn’t working properly or you needed some extra input for your own personal projects for work. Donnie was always there. He had never gone into this much depth as far as your meetings which did have your mind reeling.

Nevertheless, your excitement overflowed as you began snapping photos of the beautiful scenery, photography being something you had just started to pick up. He’s right by your side, pointing out all the cities greatest monuments and buildings for you to capture on film. Well… okay so digitally but you get the jest. The two of you stand there huddled as close as possible, full from dinner and cozy, scrolling through the photos. You looked up to your love in amazement.

“Donnie…. This is absolutely breathtaking. Not just the scenery but the dinner and everything.”

You grin uncontrollably, he slipping his head down to yours and planting a soft sensual kiss to your pout.

“There’s… well um actually there’s more.”

Up until this point you and Donnie had never had sex. Nearly. VERY close. But still. The tall terrapin always told you he wanted to wait until the absolute perfect moment. He giggled with a soft snort that you always adored as he stepped back, arm still around your waist and free arm extended towards a small cozy dimly lit corner. There was a thick blanket spread over the rooftops surface accompanied by many lush soft pillows and glowing candles. Without warning the tall genius gently guided you over to the area.

“Let’s lay down and star gaze a bit hm?”

His voice was soft as honey as you followed suit, making yourself cozy along side his body as you both sank into the softness. You couldn’t help but curl your back against his plastron, dipping your rear against his lap as the two of you cuddled beneath the star light. Idle hands begin to softly cup your hip sending a bolt of heat to your core as they slipped up your torso between the valley of your breasts as he pulled you into his embrace tighter. Your cheeks pinked, flushed with emotion or was it the wine? Or him? Oh it was definitely him. His lips fell to the curve of your neck, your back craning a bit to the sensation as a soft sigh puffed from your lips giving him all the right signals. Your hand reached up, cradling him just behind his cheek as his kisses deepened into suckles that left you gasping, thighs rubbing together for the much needed friction.

You hadn’t spoken a word to him. Not a solid one but your body kept speaking volumes as his hand slipped beneath your blouse relieving you from the garment and exposing your skin to the fresh moonlight. Even through the midst of all the high tension, Donnie was a skilled ninja after all. He still noticed the device in your hand.

“Give me the camera.”

He purred against the shell of your ear as if it weren’t a demand… he took it easily unknown to you that he had set it to record. He placed the camera in precise position onto an air vent just as quickly as he turned his attention back to you. Both hands had wrapped around you now, both kneading and pawing at your breast still concealed by your bra, a deep shade of purple. His color. Fingertips began to curl beneath the fabric as you arched your neck in the most decadent approval. The bra was off in seconds leaving your nipples, perked and full on display for him as his lips reached yours and his hands took their first squeeze of the tender orbs, thumbs and fingers pinching the firmed buds sending shock waves through your body.

You arched your back intensely, ass rolling against the now thick rod building beneath his trousers as his hands traveled downward to your belt. All to easily the terrapin unclasped the leather, ripping it swiftly from your body as his lips still feasted upon yours. Your body felt like it was on fire amidst the cooler air topside. Your hand gripped around his wrist guiding his long digits beneath the now loosened fabric, eager to feel his touch. With ease he slipped his hand down, his finger sliding right down the center of your soaking wet slit as you moaned against his kiss, all the permission he needed before sliding his digit deep into your core. Your lips ripped from his as a repressed moan escaped your throat shortly met again by his talented tongue.

His hands began tugging down your pants revealing the soft plump ass that had been teasing him for so long before as his lips pulled away from yours and made a slow trail to the back of your neck. He lifted you upward with ease to your knees, his tongue still lapping feverishly against the back of your neck as he held you into position and started to unbutton his trousers. Your neck craned fully backwards as you felt his long steeled cock slip along your wet folds, his head striking your clit sending jolts through your body that caused you to jerk to the sensation. You felt his fingers spread and dig through the back of your skull gripping your hair and pushing your head back down.

He growled lowly, panting and huffing as he lined the head of his cock up with your tight entrance. You could feel your heart pounding, your breath hitching with anticipation as you somehow managed to arch your ass even further in the air for him.

“Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?”

He purred and growled into your ear causing your body to tremble. He slickened his cock with your warm juices some more, even slapping his shaft against the wet softness just to prove how wet you truly were. A soft chuckle rumbled from his throat as he slid himself in, stretching you slowly. Your mouth pursed out in a silent cry. The fullness of it. The thickness and then… holy fuck the length. Your guts began to ache in the most delightful way as he fully bottomed out, letting himself sit inside and pulsating his head for you to feel.

He grunted as his fist full of your hair pulled backward and he began to jut himself into you. Your body screamed, as well as your vocal cords as his hips slapped in precise timing against the soft padding of your ass, each thrust digging deeper into your femininity.

“Oh my my god!!! Donnie!! Ohhh FUUCKK!!”

You gasp as your head tilts towards the stars and the tech genius watches the screen on the camera, making adjustments with his free hand. You feel the length of his arm lift you upward and his hips twist towards the camera, his hips still jutting from beneath you, the camera catching the full picture of his lengthy rod piercing through your tight little cunt as you continue to wale.

Donatello adjusts the camera to focus directly on you cunt, placing his thumb and finger in a pinch around your clit as his free finger flicks and strokes the centered bead and he continues to strike his lengthy rod deeply within you. You body becomes a matted mess. Nails clawing at whatever can be retrieved, moans aching any ears that could hear and your body pulsing in ways you’ve never felt as ripples of ecstasy begin to rush and gush from your tight hole.

Donnie who had his eyes on the cameras screen the whole time sees the strings of wet pearls begin glide down his cock sending him to his brink as one final thrust enters you and it enters you deep followed by a rippling pulse that left you reeling. He gently laid you back down in the covers softness, tending to your body and sprinkling soft kisses to your skin as you come down from your high. He reaches up and turns the record off, handing you your device with a warm satisfying grin on his face.

“From behind.”

#alittletworaph

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coffeebanana · 2 years ago

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Adrino pining!!!!!!! Please tell me more!!!!!!

In response to the WIP Game! I don't have much for this one so far, but I've been wanting to write something for this pairing for a while and this idea popped into my had at some point in the last month or so. Essentially an aged up, post HM, and they were roommates fic where Adrien and Nino are those friends who act like a couple, joke about being a couple, and confuse people into thinking they're already dating...which Nino is totally fine with until he realizes he might feel something more, and suddenly can't tell if Adrien's being sincere or if it's all just part of the act. I have a very small amount written that I'll share here, but this is written in present tense which I have a complicated relationship with, so it'll almost certainly change. (Plus this was basically...me info-dumping to myself so I could get a feel for things and calling it prose.)

For Nino, falling in love with his best friend sort of starts as a thought experiment. It's probably not how most people fall in love—with an almost clinical sort of detachment at first—but it's not something he's unfamiliar with. It's sort of how things happened with Alya, because he never thought about dating her until he did think about dating her, and then...one day he just knew. One day loving her felt right. The memory of loving her still feels right, just not as immediate as it once was. They had a good thing going, and they still talk all the the time. They just...wanted different things. They changed. Nino's pretty sure he and Adrien want the same things, but with him...falling takes a bit longer. (Or at least, getting over the denial takes a bit longer.) Probably because they're adults now, and there are a hundred different things to overthink and misunderstand and agonize over. Or maybe it's because he and Adrien have been friends for years, and Nino will never forgive himself if he somehow screws that up. It might also have a lot to do with the fact that he and Adrien live together, and the last thing Nino wants is for Adrien to feel uncomfortable in his own home (again). Whatever the reason, Nino can pinpoint the moment when it starts. It's nothing monumental, just a lazy Friday night where they spend too long sifting through movies on Netflix. Nothing seems to hold their interest, but eventually they land on some anime film (Nino knows it'll make Adrien smile). And then Adrien gets up to grab some popcorn, playfully shoving Nino off his shoulder so he can stand up, and somewhere amidst his laughter, Nino just feels warm. Then he thinks about that. He watches Adrien walk into the kitchen, the same way he has a hundred times before. But this time Nino sees things differently

#in progress #ask response #miraculous ladybug #adrino #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #fic in progress #if means i'm starting over from scratch when i find time to start working on this #because akjdej honestly i have a completely different idea of how i want to start this now #but i included the snippet because vibes? idek

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mattydemise · 2 years ago

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Midday. 13:03. 3rd September, 2022.

Brief moments of brilliant sunshine today but the breeze still carries an arctic razorblade. Just got back from a ride. Will never not feel awkward wearing a helmet. Safety is sexy? Hm, I suppose it’s sexier than brain damage, a shattered face, and breathing tubes. Looking forward to consistently warmer weather so I can ride in shorts and a t-shirt. In the process of minimising everything in my life. Removing the superfluous. When I cut to the core of things I don’t actually need much. Even the amount of clothes I own is disgusting especially considering how little of it I actually wear. I know there’s a few people here that could probably attest to that. I’m always on the fringe of being stylish and fashionable but I’m more about simplicity and utilitarianism. Black coffee, black jeans, black t-shirts, and some shows. It’s really that simple. My massive brand new gaming PC I built but very rarely use. In reality I only need my laptop! My ultimate goal in life is to finally be free of my smartphone but that's a challenge I’m not quite ready to tackle yet. The utility of it is what I’ll miss. Being able to take photos and videos on the go. Voice recording notes for my novel. Perhaps that’ll be a goal for 2023, which is coming disgustingly quick. 2022 has been a year of monumental change. It’s like the great Stephen King said, “Get busy living, or get busy dying”.

#mattobsidian #writing #words #thoughts #text

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fyeahaudiodrama · 1 year ago

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Man, this is definitely something I've thought a lot about in passing over the years of both creating and being a fan of audio fiction, and I think you've already hit on some of the big items I've thought about regarding:

A. Audience size - the percentage of people who actively participate in fan culture out of the total audience is always going to be very small, so if you have a show that's only getting a few hundred/thousand downloads per ep, the number of active fan creators is going to be probably less than you can count on one hand - which is also probably going to discourage them from making a ton a fan content too. Fan creators often need positive attention to keep creating as well, so if there's only a small sphere cheering them on (especially in terms of fanfiction, which the creators might not even allow themselves to read) they might not keep up with those projects.

(This also ties into a bit of an A.1, which is audience growth and how much can your audience grow and engage new members based on your existing materials. I feel like non-visual mediums already start two steps behind visual ones in this respect. We don't have gifable moments to grab peoples, or comic panels to share, and we have to be extremely good about clips we share if we want potential audiences to spend the time of day to even turn the audio on. Gifs and fanarts can actually be a huge attractor into new fandoms - I know I've started multiple shows or movies just because I saw a really great gifset and I wanted to know "what's going on with that" - and we just have less to inspire that kind of creation in the first place)

B. Audience distance - it can definitely feel weird to be creating fan content for the works of someone you know personally; knowing the original creator could actually look at your interpretation of their work and be weirded out or say "hm, not really what i was going for." Because weirdly enough, fanworks can wind up feeling even more personal than original works sometimes. They really are like "hm, i have seen your work as a whole and started fixating on this one particular character or ship or theme and will now create my own hyper-concentrated monument to this fixation. Yes I am posting it publicly but if you judge me I will weep." I know there are some people who are way too gung-ho about going straight to creators for their approval or recognition of fanworks and interpretations, but for many more, I can imagine not having that reliable distance between creators and themselves would be a deterrent.

And to me, the big one C. We're getting what we need, combined with the D. of We need more room to play - the most engaged fandoms out there are almost always going to be the ones that feel like they're always just on the cusp of getting what they want out of character relationships and plots. That's where fanworks come from, after all - rarely 1-to-1 recreations or continuations of canon, but the what-ifs and the wouldn't it be greats AUs and the "author's dead, my canon now." And outside of that, it's also creators inserting themself into the narrative in some way - OCs and self-inserts and MCxY/N. So yes, it's partly the "we're getting what we need," because these are shows made largely within our creative control and already meant to fulfill our desires, not something picked apart by a studio until its the barest bones of itself, stringing audiences along with questionable creative decisions meant to keep them frustrated. But I think it's also that, given the nature of audio fiction - both in how relatively small in scope some of them can be out of production necessity and in how personal they can feel, given their proximity to original creator - some fan creators can just wind up feeling like "well, this is clearly already its own thing and I don't have a place in this"

(And there's also the framing device aspect of audio fiction that many of them still adhere to in some sense - it's just harder to imagine the wider world of this show when you mostly hear of it through a few perspectives from a very limited setting)

Where are all the Audio Fiction Fandoms?

To be clear, this isn't me complaining, and I know, there are plenty of fandoms for audio fiction podcasts and the like.

But I have always found it weird how few shows get the big, self-sustaining kinds of fandoms, the ones where there's always at least a little trickle of fanfic and fanart. So weird, in fact, that I've been thinking about it on and off for the last 5-6 years, and I have a few theories I'd like to share with y'all as to why, and to see if I can't get some feedback from the audio fiction fans on Tumblr.

Theory 1: Audience Size

The first theory is mostly about demographics - fundamentally, a fandom has to be large enough to sustain itself, and only a certain number of audience members are going to become the kind of fans who make fan works, so ultimately, an audio fiction show needs to get popular enough before fan works start appearing.

There's plenty of support for this theory, of course - Welcome to Night Vale, Wolf 359, The Adventure Zone and The Magnus Archives are titans in the fiction podcast space, and indeed they have big fandoms. But, with that said, there's plenty of other podcasts that are just as big that don't have fandoms, so this can't explain it all.

Theory 2: Audience Distance

This one is similar to the first, but subtly different. A few creators in the space I've talked to have noted that they'd never make fan works of their friend's shows - that feels weird, like deliberately treading on their friend's work. They don't have this feeling when playing in big fandoms, or fandoms where they don't know the creator. This implies to me that fans need a certain level of distance from creators in order to feel comfortable playing with that fictional space. While this is less the case now with the fall of Twitter, a lot of shows, for better or worse, used social media as the primary pillar of their marketing, as well as using Patreons with special access as part of their monetization strategies.

In short, it's never been easier to get close to the creators of your favourite shows, and for smaller shows, the most exuberant fans - the kinds who might make fan works - are also the kinds of fans who will take those opportunities to get closer to the creators. In short, there just might not enough social distance for fans to be comfortable creating works, not at least until the audience grows sufficiently that a creator simply cannot be that close with their entire audience.

This theory I'm not so sure about these days - this one is probably a lot more dependent on the generation of fandom you belong to. Older generations of fandom are more likely to have this queasiness around creator closeness, because they were creating in a time where fandom was a shadow realm, desperately hidden from The Powers That Be, and "No Copyright Infringement Intended" was carved into fan works as an eldritch attempt at legal protection.

Theory 3: Audience Age

To be clear - there are fans of all ages out there. But it is clear to me that fandom trends young, and part of that is just the time needed to participate in fan culture - creating and consuming takes a lot of time, time that tends gets scarcer and scarcer as you get older (there are obvious exceptions of course - stay-at-home mothers have consistently been a major force in fandoms!). It's possible that audio fiction fans just tend to trend older, and thus don't have the time available to create and consume fan works.

Honestly, I'm not sure how relevant this one is - Audio fiction is becoming more popular with younger audiences and slowly shedding the "old fuddy-duddyness" that surrounded it when I was first getting into the space. And, ya know, there are audio fiction fandoms out there, so obviously either the youth aspect of fandom isn't a thing, or it is, but audio fiction audiences are still trending young anyway.

Theory 4: We're getting what we need!

A lot of academic discourse often focuses on the idea that fandoms create for a reason - and that reason is often to focus on parts of a fiction that the original text, for whatever reason, doesn't. The most obvious form of this is the many, many, many examples of ships and erotic fanfiction. You, as a fan, watch a show, see something between two characters, and get frustrated that the show isn't giving you more of that, won't make what is clearly obvious to you, explicit. So, you consume and/or create fan works that help relieve that tension instead.

Or, in shows where the focus is primarily on plot advancement or action, you feel a desire to get to know the characters better - you see the stirrings of these characters, you want to know them better, but the show just isn't the type of show to give you that slow, character-heavy scene/episode that you know would give you exactly what you need, so, again, you go consume and/or create fan works to fix that.

It's very possible that a lot of audio fiction is already built to give these sorts of fan audiences what they want. There's already romantic relationships, characters are openly queer, the nature of the audio medium means that character-heavy scenes are something that the medium directs creators towards, so there's already a lot of character engagement. So, for many fandoms, there just isn't much need to create fan works - there's no tension between what the show is and what it could be.

Theory 5: We can make our own at home!

One interesting theory is that one reason that people make fandom is because, fundamentally, the creators understand that they're not going to be making a film, or a TV show, or a book. They have creative urges, and they're not in a situation in life where they're likely to overcome the enormous barriers to entry in mainstream media, so, in combination with the stuff in theory 3, they play in other people's worlds instead. They know that there's already an audience who will consume their work (they're part of that fan community, after all!), so they can get that validation of creation without needing to create their own TV show or film or book, etc.

Podcasts, however, are different. Now, it's not true to say that podcasts have low barriers to entry - to create a podcast, there's a lot of skills you either need to learn yourself, or find collaborators with those skills. But, those barriers to entry are much lower than visual media. At the very least, audio production is significantly cheaper and less complicated for an equivalent runtime.

Better, podcasts have absurdly low barriers to publication - There are no gatekeepers to satisfy, no distributors you have to convince. Once your thing is made, pretty much no one can stop you from distributing that work. You don't even really need to pay for a podcast host - there's a few free podcast hosts now. So, once you've done the work, pretty much nothing stops you from publishing said work.

So... If you're a creative fan, who loved a show but thinks you can do better? Well, you can! You don't need to play in other people's spaces, you can be inspired by the podcasts you listen to to create your own original work, in the same medium and genre.

What do y'all think? Which of these feel right, which of these feel obviously wrong? Are you part of a audio fiction fandom? What does your fandom feel like to you on the inside? As a audio fiction creator, it's kinda hard for me to get into the inside of fandom culture, so insider perspectives would be super neat for me, so please reblog this to anyone you feel might have an interesting perspective on the whole thing!

#sorry if this is like #only moderately coherent #i just think a lot about fandom dynamics sometimes #long post

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goddess-of-green · 4 years ago

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Hey hey could I request a oneshot (or maybe hcs?? You pick) where the reader isn't really loyal to konoha and is kind of pessimistic (but is still a konoha ninja) and during the kyuubi attack they're just kind of,, standing on the hokage monument, watching the village crumble, [in which obito sees and confronts them] Thank you!!

Ooh, this one is interesting

Warnings: Mentions of violence, morally ambiguous reader

It was strange, Obito noted, that you weren't lifting a finger to save your village.

You wore a Leaf ninja headband.

It wasn't proudly placed on your forehead, but it was in clear view nonetheless. Securely wrapped around your bicep.

Had you not been wearing it, he wouldn't have even thought you were affiliated with the village.

You showed no signs of distress, sitting calmly on the hokage monument as you watched your village being torn apart by the Kyuubi.

You watched with an apathetic gaze, eyes focused but unemotional as your home was ravaged by the demon fox.

Obito noticed that you also seemed unaffected by the Kyuubi's potent chakra. While many would be suffocating under the force of its bloodlust and killer intent.

That either meant you were a force to be reckoned with, or there was simply something wrong with you.

It could be either, really. Obito mused, as he noted your dissociative state in response to the attack on your village.

Time was fleeting, Obito reminded himself.

There was only so much time before Minato would find him and want to fight him. Though he was... hesitant to leave you.

He couldn't help the curiosity that tugged at his heart, impatient and insistent as his human nature called for.

Obito generally squashed down his humane feelings and desires. Libido, regret, and curiosity were among the more dangerous feelings that he tried insistently to repress.

Though as he watched you, ever apathetic as you gazed at your burning village, he convinced himself that interacting with you was worthwhile.

"Hm, what's this?" Obito called as he appeared next to you, using that deep Madara voice of his.

You only glanced towards him, before returning your gaze to the chaos. Either previously sensing him or just simply unaffected by his appearance.

"You don't care what befalls this precious village of yours?" His tone was less genuine and more mocking, but only so to hide the real curiosity that bubbled in his chest.

You were silent for a long moment, and he almost wondered if you were going to answer at all. Finally, you sighed.

"Precious is a strong word. I would not say that this place is of great importance to me. Not nearly as much as the metal plate on my arm suggests."

Obito tilted his head, his gaze falling on your ninja headband again.

"Then why do you display such symbols, hm? If you truly are not tied to this place, then what is keeping you?"

Your gaze returned to the masked man beside you, and you stared at him for a long moment. As if looking through him, analyzing him. It was nearly uncomfortable.

Finally, you looked back to the village.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Obito drew closer to you, tilting his head as he thought over your words.

"What do you mean by that?"

And then, your lips tilted upwards. The first expression you had shown since he encountered you.

"This place means nothing to you, isn't that right? Else you would not have released such a demon upon it. And yet... you keep coming back to it. Whether to dwell on past relationships and mistakes, or to glean information from people you once cared for."

Obito's eyes widened. How could you possibly... ?

He took a moment to respond, reigning himself in and assuring himself that you were only grasping at straws. Surely you didn't know how very close to the truth you were.

"Hm, I'm sure you don't know what you are talking about. Though, you are correct about one thing..." Obito said, moving closer to you as your eyes remained on your village.

"This place and the people that inhabit it don't mean a thing to me."

And then he was jumping at you.

You knew too much. If there was even a chance you knew about his identity, you had to be taken out.

But what Obito didn't expect was to freeze, only inches away from you, his hand still outstretched as he prepared to grasp you.

You had not moved from your spot. Not even spared him a glance as he tried to attack you.

And suddenly it all made sense.

The potent chakra of the Kyuubi, his overwhelming killer intent, and even the distress of your dying village; none of it reached you.

Like some sort of barrier, all of this negative energy just filtered right through.

And he was proven correct then.

You were a force to be reckoned with.

#naruto #obito #obito uchiha #obito x reader #obito uchiha x reader

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mochegato · 4 years ago

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Colossal Debts

For @maribat-secret-santa-2020. Timinette and platonic Jasonette requested.

Jason owed him big for this. Tremendously. Monumentally. Colossally big. This was Tim’s night off. His night to relax at home… with a few cold case files and maybe video games. No family, no obligations, no playing nice. Just him, alone. Not even his friends were going to be over. Just relaxation. But nooooo. Jason called and coerced him into helping him, or more specifically one of his drunken, loud-mouthed, idiot friends. Make no mistake just because he let Jason coerce him into helping, that in no way meant he wasn’t going to collect big on this. Tremendously. Monumentally. Colossally big.

He scanned the room looking for someone who looked like he would be a friend of Jason’s but didn’t see anyone who stood out as an obnoxious jerk. If Jason made him come all the way down here for no reason, Tim was going to make him take his nights for the next month. He yanked his phone out of his pocket to give him a call only to have the phone start ringing before he could get past the lock screen. Speak of the Devil… He pushed the answer button and opened his mouth to ask Jason what the hell, but Jason spoke before he could.

“Where the fuck are you?” he demanded. “You said you were going to the bar.”

“I am at the bar,” Tim hissed back. “I’m looking for your friend but I don’t see anyone that stands out. Are you sure he’s still here?”

“I said ‘her’, dumbass. And yes she’s still there. She just called me saying she was going to walk home since you weren’t there,” Jason growled back. “I swear to God, if something happened while you were fucking around…” he gave an aggrevated sigh. “Look for a woman who looks completely out of place in a seedy bar and way the fuck out of your league. Someone who seems like pure innocence and sunshine… drunk sunshine, very drunk if her friend is anything to go by. Probably pouting and sitting back down after I threatened her to get her not to leave on her own.”

Tim scanned the bar again and saw a petite woman slump into a chair at the end of the bar and drop her head on her arms dramatically. “I can’t see her face, but black hair, small?”

“Probably. Her name is Marinette. Don’t call her small to her face unless I’m there to see you do it. And Tim?” He waited a beat to make sure he had Tim’s attention. “Mistreat her in any way and I will throw parties in your townhouse every night during your entire three month stay in the ICU.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it.” Tim rolled his eyes. Jason could at least come up with a somewhat new threat. “One wrong move with your drunk girlfriend and you’ll kill me.”

“Not my girlfriend and I won’t be the one to do it. There will be a line. She’ll be at the front of it.” He hung up without further explanation.

Tim sighed and made his way over to the woman he was pretty sure was Jason’s “friend”. He sat down next to the woman close enough to make sure she knew of his presence but far enough away not to invade her personal space.

“Not even remotely interested. Thank you, next.” She mumbled into her arms, lifting one of her arms to clumsily wave him away.

Tim cocked his head to the side with an amused smile. She had an adorable French accent. “First time I’ve been turned down before the person even interacted with me.”

“Exciting day for you. Congratulations.” He was pretty sure she was slurring her words slightly but between the mumbling into her arms and her accent, it was hard to tell.

“Thank you.” He nodded to her even though she couldn’t see it. “I’m Tim.”

“Don’t care,” she singsonged in an annoyed voice.

Tim gave an amused snort. At least she was an amusing drunk. “I’m Jason’s brother. He sent me to come pick you up. I take it you’re Marinette?”

Marinette’s head popped up to take him in and she immediately regretted it, dropping her head back down with a groan. “Too fast. That was a mistake.” She kept her head buried for a few moments to let the blood settle before slowly turning her head to face him, still resting her head on her arms. Tim’s breath hitched slightly when her eyes met his. Her eyes were bright and brilliant and utterly captivating. She was looking at him with a soft smile. “So you’re Jason’s brother. Not what I was expecting. Which one are you?”

“Tim,” he repeated with a smile.

“Oh, you’re the smart one.” She nodded with a teasing smile. She raised her head slightly to see him better.

Tim scoffed. “I’m surprised he didn’t say the annoying one.”

“You’re all the annoying one.” She gave him a knowing smile, as though she was letting him in on a joke. Her face suddenly turned serious and penitent. “Thank you for picking me up. I’m sorry for whatever threat he used to get you to come. He’s always been so overprotective. I’m sorry you got caught up in it.” She smiled gratefully at him and Tim’s heart skipped a beat at the sight.

She suddenly straightened up in her seat and turned back to her empty drink in front of her, frowning at the sight. She moved the ice cubes around, searching intently for liquor she hoped it was hiding. “I’m sorry for interrupting your night.” She turned back to him with concerned eyes. “Oh! Did you have plans for tonight? Were they fun?”

“Uh, no.” He looked down sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just relaxing.”

“I’m sorry. Oh, you should get a drink! You can celebrate with me. You can’t celebrate without a drink.” She motioned wildly to get the bartender’s attention. She was suddenly very excited, her grin incredibly wide and all signs of weariness and serenity gone.

Tim stared at her for a few moments trying to figure out how to respond. “No, I’m good,” he said calmly, trying to bring her emotional levels back down. She pouted at him and gave him puppy dog eyes. Tim looked over to her drink to keep from looking her in the eyes. He needed to distract her, and himself. “What are you celebrating?”

“My company! I just officially launched my company on Monday! Isn’t that so cool? It’s so cool.” She nodded to herself. “Oh! We should have a drink to celebrate.”

“Yes, very cool. Congratulations,” he confirmed.

She narrowed her eyes at him and huffed. “I know you’re just patronaging… parrotizing… patronizing! Patronizing me, but I’ll take it anyway because you’re one of the only ones to say it. So, thank you very much.” She gave him an overly wide smile. “You should get a drink to celebrate!” She exclaimed excitedly, eyes opening wide as though she just thought of it.

Tim chuckled. “No, thank you. I’m good and we should probably cut you off too.” He handed his card to the bartender. “I’d like to close out her tab, please.”

She pouted at him, her euphoric mood suddenly plummeting along with her shoulders. “But it’s a celebration.”

“Is this man bothering you?” The bartender eyed Tim suspiciously.

“He doesn’t want to celebrate with me.” She sighed and slumped onto the bar again, resting her chin on her arms. “Nobody wants to celebrate with me. Even my friend left,” she reported morosely.

“I was sent to take her back to her home,” Tim assured the bartender.

She kept a skeptical eye on him and addressed Marinette again. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” Marinette looked up at her with a confused look. She looked over to Tim again. “Oh, right. No. Yeah. I’m fine. My brother sent him. If he tried anything, Jason would cut it off.” She returned her unfocused gaze to the bartender. Suddenly she straightened up, hands grasping the edge of the bar almost knocking over her empty glass in the process. “His hand! I meant his hand. He’d cut off his hand! Not…” she surreptitiously looked Tim up and down. She slumped back down into her seat and hid her head in her arms again. “I’m not drunk enough to finish that sentence.”

The bartender nodded with a chuckle and left to ring up the tab.

“So… brother?” Tim prompted her laughing.

“Hm,” she hummed in confirmation. “Self-proclaimed.”

“How did you two meet?”

“Bar fight. In Paris.”

“Of course you did. Did he step in to protect you in the middle of it, start it, or both?”

She scoffed at him. “I started it. Actually, legally, I didn’t start it. The guy who grabbed my ass started it. I just finished it. Jason pretended to be my brother to the cops and made sure I got home safe. We hung out a lot after that for…” she eyed him critically, “… reasons,” she finished uncertainly. “The brother title stuck.” She looked around the bar, eyes drifting from one thing to another with no apparent link. “Stupid cover. Brother,” she scoffed. “His French wasn’t that good.” She turned to Tim with a bewildered look. “And do we look alike? Even a little bit?”

She scoffed again and faced forward, moving her arms to rest them on the bar with a thump but missed the bar. The momentum threw her forward and her reflexes were just a beat too slow to stop herself from crashing into the bar. She braced herself for the impact but instead felt a soft, warm embrace halting her movement. She looked up at her savior in awe. Tim looked down at her with a soft smile. “Careful. The bar moves.”

Marinette blushed as she settled back on her seat. “Thank you,” she answered quietly, looking away from his eyes.

Tim nodded and moved back to his seat, but kept his arms around Marinette until he was certain she was stable. “So was the reason you hung out so much after that so he could cover for you in more bar fights?” Tim joked.

Marinette hummed affirmatively. “I know you’re being condensate… condescend… joking, but kind of. They seem to follow us. Or maybe it’s just fighting in general that I can’t get away from.” She frowned at the bar, remembering something that Tim desperately wanted to know more about. He didn’t like the frown on her face. He wanted to get her to smile again.

“I wasn’t trying to be condescending or patronizing. Promise. At least not towards you. Jason, yes absolutely. But not you,” he spoke with sincerity in his voice.

She stared at him wide eyed for a few moments before looking away shyly. “Okay.”

As if to accentuate her earlier point, he heard loud yelling halfway down the bar. One man stood up and started shoving another over something Tim couldn’t quite make out. Tim jumped out of his seat and reached for Marinette to get her to safety. He’d just come back later to get his card. Protecting Marinette was more important right now.

Marinette brushed his hands away inelegantly. “We’re fine here. That guy there, with the glasses? He’s going to jump in any second now. That’s going to push the fight in the other direction. Once he jumps in his friend is going to jump in too. They’re going to be fum… stum… fighting around that big table there. One of them is going to be thrown on it. Probably glasses’ friend. That’s going to get Curly, the bald one? Curly was the bald Stooge right?” Tim opened his mouth to respond but she was already moving on. “So Curly’s going to jump in, right? Once he’s in the bartender is going to pull out that bat and probably the gun she keeps under the bar and stop it, ‘cuz she likes him.” She looked around in panic. “Don’t tell anyone! That’s a secret. I think.” Deciding nobody was around to hear, she slumped back down and continued her narrative. “The fight will move away from us until the bartender ends it.”

Tim eyed her skeptically and turned to watch the bar fight unfold. His mouth dropped as it happened exactly like Marinette had predicted. He whipped his head around when he heard a loud bang next to him. “Oh my God someone stole my phone!” she whisper shouted to him, searching around frantically.

Tim looked down to the source of the noise, something hitting the floor, he sighed disbelievingly. He bent down and picked up her phone she had dropped and handed it back to her. “It’s right here.”

She looked between him and the phone a few times. “Oh my God,” she whispered out, “you stole my phone.”

Tim stared at her for a few moments and started laughing incredulously. She could predict the events of the fight, incorporating observations of multiple figures, inputting social relationships, attitudes, and physiques, but she couldn’t figure out she dropped her phone. He looked at her fondly for a moment before furrowing his brow when a thought occurred to him. “So… you were here with a friend and your friend just left you alone?” It seemed incredibly irresponsible considering her current state and honestly, Tim was a little worried about what Jason would do to the friend when he found out.

Marinette scoffed. She turned her head to give him an insulted look. “You think he’s better at taking care of me than I am?” She straightened up in her seat to her full height attempting to look more intimidating and faced her body toward him. “Even drunk, I could handle myself as well or better than him.”

Tim held up his hands in mock surrender. “No. I am not doubting your capabilities,” he tried to placate her. “I’m just saying having more than one person, especially when drinking is involved is safer.

Marinette stared at him for a few moments deciding if she thought he meant it or not before seeming to come to the conclusion he meant it. She nodded at him. “Agreed. To be fair though, he…” She raised her arm up, propped her elbow on the bar, and sloppily plopped her chin on her hand, staring at him intently. “…you have gorgeous eyes.”

Tim gaped at her and blushed, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. “Than…”

“To be fair,” she continued not letting him finish his expression of gratitude and returning her glossy stare toward the bar. “He wasn’t exactly sober either and his girlfriend was caught in that rogue attack across town and he was too worried about her to think straight. That’s probably why you’re here instead of Jason anyway.” Tim whipped his head around to see who was close enough to hear her, but almost the entirety of the bar was focused on the remains of the fight. There was nobody close by, but she was drunk enough to suddenly start announcing things loudly enough for everyone in the bar to hear. He really, really needed to get her out of there but they were still waiting on his card and the receipt.

Marinette suddenly furrowed her brow and looked down at the bar top. “Oh. I don’t think I was supposed to say that.”

He tried to fix her with a stern look but it came out softer than he intended. “What did you mean by that?”

Her face quickly morphed to a blank expression when she faced him again. She blinked a few times. “By what? I don’t know what I said. I don’t know anything, not a thing. Mind completely empty.” She tried to tap her temple to indicate where her brain should be, in case Tim needed the visual reminder, but flinched back when she accidentally poked herself in the eye instead. She scrunched her eyes shut and turned toward the bar again. “And filter completely missing,” she tried to mutter under her breath, but instead said it just as loudly.

Tim stared at her for a few moments uncertain how he felt about her clearly knowing their secret, or at least Jason’s and having the will but clearly not the ability to keep quiet about it. He burst out laughing, deciding giving into the absurdity of the situation was the best response. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?” He nodded to the bartender who just returned his card after dealing with the fighters.

“I know,” she announced in an exasperated voice and throwing her arms out to the side. “You would think I’d be better by now. You should hear… I really like your smile, too.” She smiled sweetly at him.

Tim smiled self-consciously. “I like yours too.”

She beamed back at him and turned back to the bar. “… hear some of the excuses I’ve come up with.” She turned to Tim with a desperate look on her face. “I once said I had to water my hamster. I don’t even have a hamster.” She looked back to the bar again and slumped back into her seat. Her face turned sad. “I want a hamster.”

She waved her arms wildly as a thought occurred to her. “Wait!” She looked at him with panic in her eyes. “If Jason’s your brother and my brother… does that make you my brother too?”

Tim stared at her for a second. “No. Not even remotely.”

“Are you sure? Transitive properties and all.” She looked at him uncertain.

“I am absolutely positive. In no way could you be considered my sister,” he promised.

She sighed in relief, relaxing back into her seat with a contented smile. “Okay, good. You should get a hamster.”

“I think it’s time to get you home,” he said shaking his head and getting up. He reached out to help her up and support her.

She looked over at him stricken. “Oh no, I made you uncomfortable! Do you have a pho… phoban?” she scrunched up her face in concentration. “Phobia!” she announced proudly. Before leaning into Tim. “Do you have a fear of hamsters? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have brought them up. It’s okay, you don’t need to get one.”

Tim fought the smile that wanted to appear on his lips at her concern. “No,” he assured her.

“Oh.” She looked down trying to come up with another reason for his sudden decision to leave. “Did I make you mad because you hate hamsters?” She asked in a very serious tone like that was the most rational next explanation.

He didn’t even fight the smile and chuckle this time as he wrapped his arm around her waist to help her toward the exit. “No. I have no opinions on hamsters at all.”

“Well that’s just sad,” she dismissed him and curled into his side, allowing him to guide her outside. After a few steps she stopped and stood up straight. “I annoyed you!” she moaned ruefully.

“No.” He ran his hands up and down her arms to calm her and get assure her he was not upset. His breath hitched when she turned her watery, shining blue eyes to his, pausing his hands as he got lost in her gaze. He shook his head to focus back on the task at hand, not hitting on the beautiful, sweet, funny, interesting, drunken friend of Jason. “It’s just getting late and I think you could use some sleep,” he said gently.

“Oh… okay,” she answered slightly dazed from his gaze as well. Her gaze shifted to take in his face. “You’re very handsome. You have great hair too. Does it naturally do that?” She reached up to touch his hair, but jerked her hand back so violently she would have fallen over if Tim wasn’t supporting her weight. “I am so sorry. That was not okay. I forgot you’re just here because Jason asked you. I don’t know you and I can’t just touch you without your permission.”

Tim looked down pointedly at his arm around her waist but she completely missed the look. She groaned and hid her head in her hands. Tim tightened his grip around her waist and continued leading her to his car. “It’s okay. I’m glad I came down and met you. And, if I was offended I would have tried to move away instead of leaning into it. You can touch my hair if you want,” he assured her. “And anything else,” he muttered under his breath.

She looked up at him with a cute look of wide eyed confusion. “What?”

“What?” he answered back just as innocently. “Um… So… You and Jason are close?” He asked carefully trying to distract her while he opened his car door for her.

She hummed noncommittally. “As close as Jason lets anyone get. He’s like the big brother I never wanted. I think I was adopted against my will.”

“Oh?” He prompted as he closed the door. He needed her to stay awake so he knew where to take her. And it had the added benefit of allowing him to get to know her a bit better… and possibly blackmail on Jason.

She hummed again when he got in on the driver’s side. He watched her fumble with the seat belt as she spoke. “Something about the dead heroes club?”

He froze. He snapped his eyes to hers. “You were a hero?”

Her eyes bugged out and snapped up to his. “Noooo, what?” She looked back down at the belt latch, trying a few more times to get it to click. She huffed after a few more tries. “Reverse polarization.”

“What?” Tim asked her trying to figure out where the hell that had come from.

“Reverse polarization. That must be it. The… the square part is repelling the other square part. That’s why I can’t get it to work.” She nodded to herself. “Reverse polarization. They don’t want to be together.” She paused for a moment. “If that isn’t some kind of symbolism… I don’t know what for, but something.”

Tim gave an amused smile and pushed the latch into the buckle. Marinette gasped and looked at him in awe. “How did you stop the polarization?”

“Magic,” Tim answered looking away, fully realizing there would be no way to explain the lack of magnets involved.

Marinette gasped. “You’re magic too?” She stared at him excitedly for a few moments before her face scrunched up again. “You guys aren’t magic. Batman doesn’t like magic. You lied.”

Tim stared at her, thinking very carefully about his next words and running through all the things she just revealed. First, she knew he was a bat. Second, she knew Batman didn’t like magic. Third, she said ‘too’. So either she knew someone who was magic or she was magic. Fourth, she had taken him seriously and thought he was lying to her. He decided the last one was the immediate issue. The rest could be dealt with when she woke up in the morning. Or when he could corner Jason. “Sorry, it was a joke. I didn’t think you would take me seriously. I’m sorry for misleading you. It was not my intention,” he promised solemnly.

Marinette studied him and cocked her head to the side and finally nodded. “Okay. I don’t like liars. Even though I am one, but I don’t like it.”

“So why do you?”

“Have to,” she shrugged.

“Because you’re a hero, like Jason?” he prompted again.

“Hero’s not the right word.” She shook her head jerkily. “You don’t have heroes.”

Vigilante,” he suggested.

“Yes!” She looked excitedly at him then realized their conversation. “Nooooo.” She looked straight out the windshield. Tim focused on the road as well and pulled out into traffic. “I was never a vigilante,” she continued absentmindedly.

“Were you a hero?” he asked again. “A hero that died and came back?”

“Hm? What?” She raised her eyebrows at him as though seeking clarification. “I’m sorry my English isn’t very…” she screwed up her eyes to think, “… well.” She nodded proudly at herself.

Tim scoffed at her. “Your English is excellent. You have to focus to mess it up.”

“Aww, thank you!” she beamed at his praise. “I haven’t been speaking it very long.”

He opened his mouth to press the subject but decided that wouldn’t be fair to her. He wouldn’t want someone to take advantage of him if he were in a weakened state. He wouldn’t do it to her. “Where do you live?”

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the door’s glass. She rambled off her address. Tim chuckled lightly. “I meant here… in Gotham. Not France.”

Marinette’s eyes flew open. “Oh! Um.” She frowned to think about it. They hadn’t been living there very long and she remembered more by sight than by actual address. “6th street. No 7th. 8th? 9th. Definitely 9th. Sorry,” she smiled sheepishly at him and closed her eyes again. “No!” she jumped forward, “27th!” She looked away and frowned. “No, that’s not right either.”

Tim sighed and tried not to smile at the cute faces she was making. He decided this was absolutely fruitless. The only solution would be to call Jason. He picked up on the fourth ring with an annoyed voice. “No, you can’t date her.”

“That was not the question. And also, fuck you. Where does your girl live?”

“She’s not mine and why don’t you ask her?” After a beat, he amended himself. “Actually, she is. She’s mine. You can’t date her.”

Tim scoffed at him. “She already said you adopted her like a little sister. B rub off on you, Jay?” He smirked as he drove knowing exactly the face and gestures Jason was making to that. Before he could respond, Tim continued, “She doesn’t remember her address.” He looked over to her. Her head was resting on the glass again and her eyes were closed. Her breathing was even and her mouth hung open slightly. “And I’m pretty sure she just fell asleep. I can link to the batcomputer and look it up, I guess.”

“NO! I don’t want B to know about her yet.”

“Why,” Tim asked suspiciously, the previous conversation about magic popping into his mind. It could be just Jason being Jason and wanting to keep everyone at arm’s length or it could mean something was going on with this woman and he didn’t want Bruce to act on it.

“Because it’s B. I want her off his radar as long as possible.”

“That tells me exactly nothing.” He rolled his eyes. “Is she dangerous?”

“Only if you try to grab her ass or try to hurt someone. I just don’t want Bat dad getting his hands on her,” he explained, his growing annoyance clear in his voice.

“So, she is a hero, a magical one.” Tim nodded at the confirmation.

“No…” Jason answered tentatively. “… It’s complicated. And I’m not going to explain it. Just… take her to your place for tonight.”

“Why my place?”

“She needs some place to crash. She’s a good person. And you want to hook up with her despite me telling you to back off.”

Tim nodded his head to the side in acknowledgement. He wasn’t wrong. And if she slept at his place tonight he could keep an eye on her to make sure she was okay and maybe talk to her in the morning. “Fine. I’ll take her to my place.”

“And Tim?”

“Yes?”

“You sleep on the couch.”

“You know I have a guest room, right? A few, in fact.”

<><><><><>

The next morning came earlier than Tim was prepared for. He really wanted to stay in bed for a few more hours, but he was afraid of Marinette waking up in a strange bed and freaking out with nobody there to answer questions. He dragged himself out of the guest bed and started making coffee for them. He would have started breakfast for them, but he didn’t know how long she would be sleeping and he couldn’t cook. He just decided he could order some food to be delivered when he heard shuffling from the kitchen entrance.

He looked up to see Marinette in the doorway, nervously rubbing her arms, an anxious smile on her face. She looked absolutely beautiful despite being a bit rumpled and disheveled. “Hi,” she waved awkwardly.

Tim gave her a disarming smile. “Hi.”

She looked around uncertainly. “Um… if you don’t mind me asking… Where am I?” The apprehension was clear in her voice.

Tim smiled calmly, trying to reassure her that she was safe. “You’re in my townhouse.”

“Right, right. Cool. Cool.” She shifted nervously. “And we didn’t?” She motioned vaguely between them.

Tim’s smile widened at her expression. “No. I slept in the spare room.”

“Oh thank god.” She let out a relieved breath. “I didn’t think we did considering I’m still dressed but… Oh, no offense to you. I just…”

“Weren’t yourself or able to make responsible decisions last night?” He asked with an amused glint in his eyes and a smirk. He motioned to a chair at the counter.

“Yes.” She sighed out, grateful for his understanding. She suddenly straightened unnaturally stiff and studied him apprehensively for a few moments. “You say that like you know I wasn’t making responsible decisions last night. Tell me I didn’t do anything I should regret or be embarrassed about last night, please.”

“Other than saying you wanted to jump me and get married and have babies in a house filled with hamsters?” he offered innocently.

“OH MY GOD!” Her face turned bright red faster than she could bury it in her hands to hide it.

His laughter boomed out of him. “I’m kidding. I’m totally kidding.” He only laughed louder when she gave him an absolutely adorable pout.

“That was not funny. You’re mean.” She sat down in the offered chair with a huff. “Stop being mean to the hungover urchin you housed for the night.”

His laughter calmed quickly and he had the decency to look guilty. “I’m sorry. You’re right. That was mean. You were perfectly polite and sweet all night. You didn’t do anything embarrassing at all. The only thing I would be embarrassed about in the morning was telling me my eyes were pretty and I was handsome. Which isn’t even embarrassing, I’m just easily embarrassed. It was very nice to hear though.”

The rosy color returned to her cheeks as she studied his eyes searching them to see if he was telling the truth this time. She must have found that he was because she looked down and nodded. “Yeah, drunk me is very honest.” Tim blushed slightly at her admission. “I swear I’m not usually like that. My friend and I were just celebrating and things spiraled.”

Tim nodded in understanding. “Congratulations again, in case you don’t remember me saying it last night. You never said what kind of company it is.”

“Thank you.” She gave him a grateful smile. “It’s a fashion company. I’m a designer. I’m really excited to finally have a store front up and running.” She looked around his townhouse, really looking at it for the first time. “Um… no offense. Who are you?

Tim chuckled. “And drunk you has no memory retention.”

“I am so sorry,” she moaned into her hands.

He chuckled. “Don’t be. I don’t drink often but when I do, I’m pretty much the same, and significantly less cute in the process.” Marinette blushed and looked down to try unsuccessfully to hide it. “I’m Tim. I’m Jason’s brother. He asked me to pick you up last night since he was helping with the rogue attack.”

“He was?” She looked at him, the picture of innocent confusion.

“Oh, sober you is much better at acting dumb than drunk you.” Tim commented with a shake of his head and handed her a cup of coffee. “I’m impressed. I would have believed that if I didn’t know better.”

Her eyes widened at him. “What did…”

“Just that you knew Jason was a vigilante. Is there more?” he asked with a teasing smile.

She opened her mouth to deny it before she thought better of it and narrowed her eyes at him playfully. “You were going to be nice to the hungover urchin. I’m too hungover for mind games.”

“I actually never said that. But I’m willing to make it up to you.” He offered her a charming smile and leaned across the counter toward her. “Want to go get breakfast? My treat. We can talk and get to know each other… if you want.”

Marinette beamed at him, “I would love to.” She suddenly got a mischievous glint in her eye. “How pissed do you think it will make Jason?” Tim hummed noncommittally. Honestly he wasn’t sure. Jason seemed surprisingly okay with Tim bringing her to his house, but Jason was also extremely overprotective of the people he cared about so…

She leaned forward conspiratorially with a devious grin. “We should take a picture that makes it look like more is going on and send it to him.” Tim raised his eyebrows in surprise. Did she just… “Actually, maybe not.” She waved away the idea and leaned back in her chair again. “You’d be the one that would have to deal with the aftermath of that. That wouldn’t be fair and Jason can be an absolute asshole when he’s being protective.”

“Jason would hate it. Let’s do it.” Tim’s expression morphed to match her previous grin.

Marinette’s face brightened with excitement. “Really?”

Tim nodded, “I am always up for messing with my brothers.”

Marinette looked away shyly. “Okay, well, I was thinking you could take a picture of me kissing your cheek and send it to him? If you’re okay with me doing that.”

“I am absolutely okay with you kissing me,” Tim nodded, pulling out his phone. His cheeks colored quickly when he realized what he said. “I mean…”

“Ready?” she interrupted, the slight blush on her cheeks the only indication that she had heard him.

He nodded mutely and positioned the phone to take the picture. He nearly dropped the phone when he felt her soft lips brush against his cheek. It took a moment for him to remember he was supposed to be taking a picture of the kiss, not just enjoying it. Too quickly, she pulled away, looking at him with expectant eyes. “Did we get it? How does it look?”

He stared at her dumbly for a few seconds, still recovering from the kiss. “Um, right,” he turned to view the picture. “You look gorgeous. It! It looks gorgeous. I’ll just… I’ll send it to Jason.” His fingers fumbled through the screens to send the picture. Would she mind if he set it as his screensaver? It wasn’t creepy if the picture was her idea, right?

“And… could you send it to me too?” she asked timidly.

He looked up at her in surprise and quickly gave her a happy grin. “How about you take one with your phone. Maybe I can kiss your cheek this time.”

Marinette’s cheeks turned bright pink. She bit her lower lip and nodded at him. Tim grinned as he leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek. Maybe he owed Jason instead. Tremendously. Monumentally. Colossally big.

#maribat #maribat secret santa #timari #timinette #platonic jasonette

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leboutique-lily · 4 years ago

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Hey I just read a fic and omg. I'd like to request a Jungkook smut. a virgin going through all the bases nervously but excited and obviously very horny and wet. he fingers her and then when he feels how wet she is he just has to taste her. he makes her squirt eating her out and then he fucks her with his big cock 🥵 and she's so small, but takes it and just about cries and begs to cum again and then he finds out her daddy kink and makes her squirt as she screams Daddy and then aftercare pls🌸

A thousand years later, here I'm. I'm so sorry sweet anon, life carried me away... but here I am, hopping that somehow you find this 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Here it is ❤

° Boyfriend!Jungkook》female!reader

° Smut, Fluff, Jungkook (cause he's a warning)

° Kissing, nudity, one little bite, orgasm control, oral (female receive), hand job, light dirty talk, daddy kink, squirting, penetration, fingering, loss of virginity, sweet sweet jungkook, than teasing jungkook, then sweet jungkook, nice reader I like her, so much blushing.

• This is unedited in a level that I can't even comprehend. I'm sorry!

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BLUSH

Hot.

A burning feeling spreading across your checks, the carmine color tinting the soft skin and bringing amusement to your beloved.

The sweet boy seated beside you, gigling from your flustered state - one that he brought upon you, for a fact - too happy with himself for being the one able to make you melt like an ice cream on the Saara desert.

He love the red dust on your face, going down your neck, the way you can't keep eye contact or talk without stutter and tumble on your words. This are the moments that he lives for. You on the other hand just want to dig a whole to the other side of the world and dive on it.

The reason why you're at this state? Well this time, a movie.

You guys were watching some good old action movie, then it went from punches and dynamite (yeah) to other explosive actions.

The couple on the screen started a heated make out session that move on to a very... hot as hell fuck. There was legs and arms and skin everywhere, but what cough your attention was the dominance that the male oozed, soft but present.

Jungkook is a very observant young man, he can catch every nuance and every flick of reaction from you. You were there, certain that you were keeping your cool, a nice and blanted face to a normal thing such as a hot steamy sex, kind of loud too.

But, girl... you were so wrong. He could read you like an open book and he couldn't resist to tease you. He loves teasing you.

"Are you okay there, baby?"

That sly smirk and amused tone that he failed to hide getting on your nerves.

"Yes. I'm totally fine, why wouldn't I?"

You know when you try to sound light and confident but instead end it up like what despair would sound like? Yup, that was you right now and you know why? Because you know once your little shit of a boyfriend catch that, you wouldn't hear the end of it. And that my friends, was what happened.

"Oh... I don't know baby. You seem a little... tense? You know? Is there something that is making you blush like this?"

"B-Blush? No, no I'm not blushing Kookie! Pfh... blushing.. " a very fake laugh coming along with the disastrous sentences you've just spilled.

His smile just growth more, he was leading you exactly where he wanted.

"Oh but you are baby... aaaaall the way down here" he said with his finger suddenly tracing a line from your cheeck to you cleavage. Your skin awakening with a shiver from his touch.

With your eyes closed in concentration you forced the words out.

"It's.. it's the warm weather Kookie. It's hot in hear."

"Well, that's strange baby, cuz you see... we have the AC on and like... 15 minutes ago you said you were freezing."

His bunny like smile and big eyes shining in his little victory.

"I.. I don't.." and that my friend is all that left those pretty lips of yours, just mumbling words with no sense, making your boyfriend hold you in his arms cooing at how adorable you looked flustered.

"Cute" his giggle following the little statement.

°•○•°

Later that night you couldn't take that damn scene from your head and maybe imagining how Jungkook's hands would feel against your skin in that way wasn't helping that much.

He was in the shower, putting that majestic voice to good use and all you could think about was how much you wanted to hear your name in a raspy tone falling from your boyfriend's lips. Listen to me here... girl, that monument of a man hovering over you, with hunger eyes and a huge- Oh, okay... calm down.

One would look at this scenario and think of one simple solution, have sex. But things were not that simple... it could be actually, but your overthinking mind wouldn't allow you the pleasure of the peace of mind.

You never done this before, the sex part. Hot make out sessions (Oh yes), the heavy breathing and his hands grabbing the supple flash of your ass was definitely one of the best things in the world. But everytime things got a little bit "too hot" he would sense your nerves and stop without you even have to say so. That was Jungkook, always attentive of the details. But tonight something shifted, you feel this need almost like a itching that you can't reach. But he can.

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't see Jungkook getting out the bathroom drying his hair with a towel while a bigger one is wrapped securely around his waist. Damn. You startle from your thoughts and automatically start to stare at his figure, the little drops of water that escaped the towel running down his torso, his gorgeous abs, down to the hem of the towel reaching his... oh it must be pretty.

Stop, what are you thinking?!

"Baby..?" He's looking at you with curiosity all over his face.

"Hm?" You eyes never leaving his crotch area.

He chuckled at your unmoving eyes, a dumb face. But so cute. He was dying to test something and now seemed a really good time.

"Babygirl." He said in a lower voice. Your body reacted instantly, eyes shooting up at him. His face at least.

A small smirk taking place on his lips at the way your checks started to get rosy again. God he loved that adorable pink shade on your skin...

"There's something on that beautiful mind of yours. Would you care to share with me baby?"

"Oh. Hm... n-nothing Kookie, I was just... it's nothing really"

Don't get me wrong, you're confident. But when it comes to anything to do with Jungkook all your resolve seems to crumble. Fast. He was starting to get worried, so he approached you and took a seat facing you. The fresh and light smell of his soup and his shampoo enveloping your senses like a drug.

"What's wrong baby?" His doe eyes searching any sign of distress on yours.

He waited for your answer but you couldn't formulate any word. You wanted to say that you were ready, but without melting down on the mattress.

"Y/N you know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you" his voice so gentle that you felt guilty for getting him so worried over you.

"I know Kookie, you don't need to worrie... I just - I want to tell you something but I don't know how or apparently don't have the courage to do it now." You laugh trying to light it up the mood.

"Its okay baby, take your time. There's no rush" he takes your hand in his. The ink decorating his skin marvelling you, you feel that he might not be rushing you, but you need to spit it out.

"I think... Jungkook, I'm ready." You say in one breath.

He looks at you as if trying to figure it out what you mean by that and you can see in his expression when he understand. His eyes go wide and he let out a quiet "oh" from his rounded lips. 'That's why she's so nervous' he thought.

"Oh baby, are you sure? You don't need to do anything you don't want to, I can wait, for as much as you need." You interrupt him before he keeps going.

"Jungkook, I'm sure, really. I want you..."

The last part barely a whisper, but his ears catch it. His eyes darkened at your words, shy and small, but he can feel the truth behind it.

Shifting closer to you, you feel the warmth from his body - he's always so warm- his smell surrounding you and his hand holding your chin to make you look at him.

"Say it again. Louder." His voice is more assertive but still sweet. His stare makes your stomic seem to be full of butterflies, a shiver runs down your body.

"I want you Jungkook..." you muster all the voice that you can find in that moment.

You barely finish talking and his lips are on yours in a passionate kiss. Sweet but passionate, just like him.

His hands finding solace on your waist, pulling you closer and taking you in his lap. Like magnets your fingers go straight to his fluffy hair, the soft long locks in a deep brown making pretty waves between your digits. His hands on a much more feverish manner, descend to grip the flesh of your hips and tights, up your back on your neck and repeating everything as if trying to cover all your body with his touch at the same time. As if this was the only chance that he would ever get to have you like this, even knowing that the thought if far from the truth.

When he pulls your hips closer, you can feel his hardening cock covered by the towel, pressing on your clit lightly but enough to send little shocks of pleasure through your body. You gasp in his mouth, hands tightening on his hair earning a groaning sound to fall from his red lips.

He slowly turned your body and laid you down on the soft sheets, his body hovering over yours. The atmosphere seemed to change a bit, his eyes tender locking you in place, hypnotizing you while his hands were delivering sweet touches on your checks, it felt like he was trying to memorize everything, everything detail of you, of this moment.

His lips sealed the dulcet feeling that was in the air, slowly and sensuously. It felt... so good...

Kisses trailing down your jaw, behind your ear and down your neck, the feeling of his hair against your skin, his warm tongue coming out to lick little blooming flowers on your clavicle.

His hands find the hem of your pajama shirt while his eyes asked for permission. Your nod was enough for him right now, and soon you were half top naked. Your first reaction was to cover yourself, your arms trying to hide your hardening nipples from your boyfriend's eyes.

He was not going to allow it, you're to beautiful for him...

"No baby, don't hide from me. You're so beautiful... so perfect for me."

He said moving your arms from your breasts, laying your hands down.

His eyes scanning ever piece of skin exposed to him, he wanted to devour you whole. Every little piece... but he had to be patient today, above all days. There would be plenty of time to ruin you in the future.

He lowered his chest to yours to whisper in your ear

"I've waited so long to see you like this and I would've waited much more... but I'm so happy to finally have you, all of you.. "

His low voice sending shivers down your spine making you whine quietly at his words.

He's lips were on one nipple before you could notice him moving, catching you of guard gasping in surprise, while his fingers played with the other one.

The warm and wet feeling from his mouth addicting you immediately, his tongue lavishing the taut bud sucking it in waves, such a amazing sensation.

Your hands grabbing on his strong arms for support, you were panting already and all he did was kiss you and play with your nipples. Kind scared if you were going to survive this.

"You like this baby? Hmm? It feels good?"

As you're going to answer him, he sucked the other nipple in his hot mouth making you moan instead of speak.

"So sensitive.."

"Answer me babygirl, you like the feeling of my tongue? My mouth sucking this pretty nipple raw..."

""Y-yes, Kookie it feels so good" you somehow managed to answer him.

'Let's see what else she's gonna call me until the end of night' he tough. Eager to confirm his suspicions.

With a pop he released the sore bud and trailed his fingers down your belly, one hand firm, holding your waist in place and supporting your arched back.

His fingers meet the hem of your panties, tracing the line of elastic on the cotton, you tights pressed together in anxiety and in seek of some relief. Then he trace a line down your pantie covered center, feeling your slit below de fabric, the soft wet patch forming there from how wet you were getting.

The little electric waves that his light touch was providing you already got you hooked.

"Can you open your legs for me baby?" Your legs were still shut providing him almost no space to work, so you opted to let them part instead of saying anything because seriously, you're in no condition. Slowly he moved aside to give you room and put one of your tights on top of his leg, keeping you open.

"You've soaked through babygirl... is this all for me? Hm?" Your mind had already succumbed to his touch, his words were just an addition to the trap he lured you in, but that didn't stop the blush from coming.

He loved how you looked right now, so small with those big eyes looking up at him and your pussy all wet. It was his dream coming true.

Without waiting anymore he got your panties off and back to his position, you felt his fingers parting your lips, messing with your slick. The moan you let out at the feeling made his cock twitch, you sounded so fucking good.

Your sensitivity was his favorite thing, how every little thing he did got you squirming.

You could feel the wetness dripping down your cheekbums, his breathing on your ear showing that he was not doing better than you.

The tight circles on your clit driving you wild "you're so fucking wet, holy shit baby... can you hear it? How delicious you sound.."

"Kookie... it's so good"

"I know baby... you feel so good too." Then he pressed one finger in slowly, the intrusion surprisingly good. "There you go... such a good girl" He was going as slow so he could to give you time. To help you relax, he wanted you to feel good, in your time. No matter how much his cock felt like it would explode, this was about you, his words whipered to you, making you whimper in pleasure, thrusting in you entrance, once he felt you relax he add another finger making the strech bigger. Your head was thrown back, hands gripping his arm and the sheets, moans thrown to the wind in bliss.

"I need to taste you" He said in a frenzy, desperate to feel you on his tongue. The sounds of your wet pussy were gonna hunt him every night and his mouth on your cunt too.

His soft lips made a bee line to your bellybutton, changing for a straight path down to your navel. He looks up at you, those doe eyes now vivid in a dark almost black color. Keeping his eyes on you, he planted a soft kiss on your mound, and kiss after kiss down to the center of your pussy. The only moment he closes his eyes is when he gets right at your entrance and a fresh wave of you scent hits his nostrils, awakening his hunger even more.

"I can smell you... - already anticipating your reaction, he holds your legs apart - you smell so good baby." He delivers a long lick to your folds "And you taste even better.."

You whimper at his crude words, they are bold but he says it in such a sweet manner. He seems to be in the perfect balance, dirty and sweet. Rought and delicate. Firm but gentle in every gesture.

"May I taste you, baby? Please... I'm dying to feel you on my tongue for so long."

You nod you head so fast that gets you slightly dizzy. The eagerness overpowering the timidness.

He chuckles at you reaction, how can you be so cute and so fucking hot at the same time?

His eyes unwavering on yours, as if trapping you on his spell. You only notice how he maneuvered your body when you feel the skin of your tights meeting your torso. Then you realise how exposed you are.

"Jungk - " before you could knowledge your shock, he gives a long warm lick from bottom to top on your sex. His eyes never leaving yours. He thrives in the gasp you let out and the way your eyes close in pleasure. Your taste dancing on his tongue like Ambrosia, he decided that this is how he wants to spend his days, buried between your legs.

"So sweet. I knew you would taste so sweet baby..." he's lost in his own world. The bubble he created that consisted on him and your pretty pussy. He fucking loves it.

He dives in for more, holding your legs firmly to your chest, face buried in your pussy and eyes gauging every reaction that he gets out of you.

The feeling of his tongue tasting every corner, every crevice... the firm point of it driving you mad with kitten licks on your swollen clit. Your hands are the picture of despair, grabbing the sheets, his hair, his arms, your hair. Everything he does elicits a shock of pleasure, you feel so warm and so needy. You need more.

"Kookie, please... "

He keeps working you on, slurping on your juices. Hands grabbing the soft meet of your tights, preventing you from running from him.

You feel so warm, so wet and so soft. He loves the way you move for him, how sweet your moans sound on his ears, how you clench around nothing, gushing more of your delectable taste just for him, then he feels your hand tugging his hair a little more forcefully.

He is pulled from his trance, to see your exasperated eyes begging him. You look so pretty...

Glassy eyes, swollen lips and red checks... your hair a little wet from the drops of sweat on your forehead and your breath completely uneven. All because of him.

It downs to you that he really enjoys that, to have your taste on his mouth.

He keeps you on the edge, trading his tongue for his fingers, playing with your clit slowly. Enought to keep you going, but far from give you what you want.

"Please..." you reaped. You can feel the pressure of his fingers keeping you there, making you drip for him. He circles your entrance, feeling your wetness seeping out. It's to much and not enough.

He enters you again nuckle deep, searching for something.

"Please, what baby? Tell me what you want"

Oh great. He wants you to speak, to actually formulate sentences right now, with his fingers deep inside.

"Tell me or I'll linger this to my hearts content babygirl."

Fuck. What is this?

"Please!" You gasp way.

"Although I love it when you beg me babygirl, I know you can do better" then you feel a bite on your inner tight, followed by an soothing tongue right after.

You jump in surprise and moan at the feeling, making your boyfriend smirk between your legs.

"I need to cum, just make me cum please.. " you say defeated, your hands urging him back.

"See, was not that hard... " he says but you don't register. He pressed an area that reduced you to a mumbling mess while the other hand took care of your pulsating clit.

Your head was throwed back while your hands squeezed the sheet bellow you.

A long moan formed on your throat, meeting your boyfriend's eager ears.

"That's it... good girl" - his eyes looking back from your pussy swolloing his digit and to your face for any sign of discomfort.

He saw only pleasure, your legs widening by themselves to receive more - "you're so wet baby, so tight... " he was delivering sweet kisses to your tights, his nose caressing your skin.

His finger felt so good... your hips moving on their on, seeking something.

Then he started moving it faster, harder, with his entire arm, in and out in.

"It feels so good Kookie, I want more baby!"

You wanted him, inside. Right now.

"I know baby, I'll give you everything you want... but I need to strech you out first. So be a good girl for me and cum like this."

He went back to your clit with a ferocious tongue, flicking it, licking and sucking with all he got while his fingers fastened their pace inside you. The wet sound of his fingers plunging inside of you loud in the room.

"Listen baby, how fucking wet you are" his breath right on your clit, sending shivers up your body.

You moaned at the vibration of his voice, making him moan back to you repeating the waves again.

The pleasure burning, ready to burst.

"Come one... let go baby. Cum for me babygirl." The strech of a third finger pushed you off the edge, making your body shake from the force of your release. Jungkook moaned as he could feel your walls tightening like a vice in his fingers as you gushed your juices on his tongue, his fingers never stopping, he changed the angle and fastened his pace eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Found it" his eyes gaining a determined look.

"Found what? Oh fuck! What..?" This feeling. This feeling was fucking fantastic, a kind of euphoria that took your breath way, made you mind haze, your hips move at their own accord searching something that you don't even know.

Your moan getting louder, Jungkook hitting a spot inside of you over and over again with precision making tears run down your checks from pure pleasure, your moans turning to screams.

He was mesmerized by your beauty, your eyes screwed shut and mouth agape, tears wetting your pretty face making him proud of how good he was making you feel. Then he saw, the splash of cum wetting everything, his hand soaked and his tights too, the bed printed by the drops of it.

"Holy shit... fuck babygirl you squirted... so fucking pretty " his fingers never stopping, the waves of pleasure becoming to much, your body trembling at the first shocks of overstimulation

"Jungkook, too much... baby!"

Taking mercy of you, delicately slowing down and retrieving his fingers, sucking it, humming at your taste.

"So good baby... so fucking good"

You were embarrassed and so so horny and tired as fuck, hiding your face on his neck.

"Oh no no... no baby, that was amazing. I can't even express in words how much I want to ruin you right now, make you do it over and over again"

He mouth was on your you in a flash, the kiss slow and sensual, his towel forgotten on the floor now. Pulling you back to the lascivious feeling of his body on top of yours, the weight of him, the warmth, the smell, the feeling of his skin on yours. You loved every bit of it.

You felt so loved and protected with him, his hands on your head, gently combing through your hair while his lips took your breath away.

Kisses trailing down your chin to your neck, you could feel his cock against your tight, hot and heavy waiting for release. He was taking his time with you, but it was time for him to feel good too, so you moved your hand south, brushing the tip of your finger on his rock hard cock and his body shivered instantly, a breathy moan leaving his red lips. He's big... maybe a little too big, long and with a good girth and a pretty shade of pink . How's it gonna fit? He's gonna kill you, for sure. But it's going to be such a sweet death...

You took courage in his reaction, his moan making you want to hear more, so with a firmer touch you hold his shaft and give a long stroke from the bottom to top. His forehead rests now on your shoulder and his breath tickles your skin. You want to hear him, to make him lose control too, so you fasten lightly the pace on his cock, feeling him squirm above you. Your hand up and down, up and down while the other rest on the small of his back... giving a little twist on the head, running your finger on the sensitive spot just below the tip and you feel him tremble to hold himself, so you fasten even more, making him moan in the croak of you neck.

"Baby... slow down " his broken voice making you even wetter, his hips now thrusting into your hand, following your rhythm. It's like he's head is saying one thing and his body is doing the opposite. Your hand feel so small, but so soft and so fucking good on his cock, he's ruined for anyone else for sure!

"Ugh.. fuck stop y/N, I'm gonna cum" he's groaning now hand squeezing your waist leaving a mark behind for tomorrow.

You won't stop, not with him looking and sounding like this. And you're just making him feel good to, right? What could he do?

Well here's your answer.

You felt his teeth sink in your neck as a warning, then he took hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head while he took deep breaths to calm himself down. Once he open his eyes something shifted, they're hooded and darker.

"So my babygirl is a stubborn one." His voice is low, vibrating through your body. His hips settled between your legs with his heavy cock pressed on your pussy, his weight keeping you in place. His lips descend to your ear "Let's see how much."

Before you could process he has turned you on your stomic, pushing your legs open with his tights and one arm looped around your waist his other hand went straight to your soaked pussy making you jump at the sudden contact.

You realize that you can't move in this position, but he can.

His fingers unceremoniously play on your clit, fishing some wetness from your entrance time to time to make it everything messier.

He brings you ridiculously fast to your high, your hips trying to push back on his touch. When you feel the firsts tremors of your high he pulls his hand from you, his tights preventing you from closing your legs, he's basically mounting you at this point.

You whine immediately at the lost, searching any contact to releave the frustration.

"Why?! Jungkook..." your whines are sweet music to his ears.

"Just a little lesson baby..." his smirk evident in his voice. That smug tone that you want so badly to wipe off... if only you could reach for his cock...

Who would though, from really nervous to desperate for his cock on you in less than one hour. That's the Jungkook effect.

His hand was back on you, dexterous fingers working you up expertly again.

You wish you could hold back but you don't even know how, the pleasure from his actions to good to run away from.

Again you're close and each time he pulls back you get closer and closer faster.

After the third time your forearms give up and your upper half falls to the bed tired, frustrated. Your boyfriend's hand holding your hips up in place, while he cups you pussy with his entire hand to help subside de clenching from your walls.

He looks down at your form, exhausted. He wanted to make it sweet and slow but he couldn't hold back at the deviance in your eyes.

He's heart took pity on your whines and moans of his name and decided it was time to end your misery. Even if caused by him, but it was a good one... it was a lesson but helped to build up your pleasure too. You're gonna cum so hard.. His body is agitated just at the thought of it.

His hand came down to caress your back, trading circles on your skin.

"Please... p-please " that was your mantra on the past minutes.

"Shhhh... it's okay babygirl." He would bring it out of you...

"You're my good babygirl, aren't you baby?" His voice saccharine on your ears, full of love.

"I'm- yes I'm.. " you words tumbling on each other.

"That's it... are you ready my love?" Your body reacted before your mind could process, getting him closer.

"Not like this baby, I want to see you"

He turned you back, facing him again and after a kiss on your forehead he riches for the condom on the night stand, ripping the foil with his teeth and putting in on himself.

Even thought you're tired and frustrated and sweaty and so wet that the bed has a pull of you right now, you can't deny how gorgeous Jungkook is. He's marvelous, so beautiful...

His hair falling in tiny ringlets from the exertion and the remains of water still there mixed with his sweat, his toned body, his light honey skin, those sweet lips and freaking pretty eyes... eyes now that are looking at you in adoration.

He lowers himself down to your body again, one hand holding your tight to his waist while the other caress your hair softly.

"I love you" simple, deep and sincere.

"I love you too, so much" you respond with all your heart.

"Ready..?" He whispers to you, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere right now.

"More than ready" and with that you feel his hand touching your pussy and gathering some wetness to lub his cock, then he start to run his member on your pussy, parting your lips and accommodating his length in the warm skin. He rubs his nose on yours and then you feel it, his bulbous head parting you extremely slowly, but the strech is there. Burning like hell fire, cuz you're small and he is big big.

Your wetness helps to easy the friction but the strech is way more present than you thought. He senses your tension and stop moving.

"Hey... hey look at me. You're okay, what are feeling?" His eyes concerned and attentive.

"Its just... it burns. How is it gonna fit? You're too b- aaah.." your own moviment, trying to get more comfortable make his length move up a little more, his hand immediately holding your hips down to prevent any more discomfort for you.

"Baby, stop moving. Take a deep breath... it's okay" Suddenly a smile appears on his lips and you question why.

"I'm big baby? Is that what you were going to say?" The playfull energy lighting the mood.

"Jungkook, don't " your blushing checks making a triunfal return to the scene, for Jungkook's content.

"There it is... my pretty blushing checks"

He gives you a tender kiss on you lips "Relax for me, I'm gonna take care of you" a cute skimo kiss taking place "And I'll fit all right, babygirl"

Your mouth gaping at the sudden bold words, your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, making him hiss at the tightness. Feeling another gush of your juices around him, he presses a little further in, his eyes on your face.

The inicial burn is still there, but hes being so attentive and going so slow that it must be torture for him, but he does it for you. Half way in he stops, checking your expressions.

"It feels better, strange but better... please keep going Kookie"

How could he deny anything from you, he would give you the world if you wanted.

"Are you feeling good baby? How does it feel?"

He says pushing further and further, almost there... You're so warm and dripping wet and so fucking tight. How can you be so tight? He's doing everything in his power not to explode inside of you.

"Full, it feels so full... You're so deep" you say timidly.

"It's gonna feel even deeper baby, just a bit more to go"

More? Oh my fucking...

With a kiss on your lips he bottoms out making you moan loud for him, trapped in his lips.

"Shit! Oh fuck.. Jungkook" you shout out at the feeling of him so deep that you don't even comprehend how far up he is, the sensation new and so so so good. He stays still enjoying your warmth and giving you time to adjust.

"You did so good baby, so good... that's my good girl, are you okay?"

"I'm.. I'm good. I need you to move"

Move he would, carefully at the beginning. Letting you feel him and him feel you. The praises falling from his lips like drops of honey. Making your body relax and receive him like a piece of a puzzle. He's pleasure was not far too, but he needed you to cum first.

So his fingers were back to your clit pushing you off the cliff into a see of pure bliss. Your moans turning to almost screams now from how sensitive you are, your high not as strong as the other ones but still making you shake. At the throws of the moment you let out an almost inaudible word... but your boyfriend's catches, he always does.

"Louder, tell me. You're daddy's babygirl, come on. What's my name baby?" So you let it out for him...

"Daddy!" He groans at the way you say it, how the word rolls from your lips sounding so sweet and so dirty at the same time...

"Fuck yes. Just a little more babygirl, a little more... almost there..."

You clenched your walls hard and he convulsed on top of you, his thrusts irregular and fast trying to prolong his deserved high. The hot feeling of him releasing his load inside the condom making everything a little more warmer.

"Fuck I love you, so much"

"I love you too"

Two breathless confessions on your soaked sheets. After a while, he was still inside of you, you see a mischievous smile appear again, oh here we go.. what now?

"The sheets are soaked babygirl..."

Don't blush, don't blush.

Oh shit.

"There it is..."

"Hey! You have to stop doing this, its not fair!" You little angry face makes him laught, long and true and then you forget why you were angry."Okay..." he says before kissing you to distract you from him pulling out. He gets up and trying to detangle himself from you, who's attached to his arms like a life saver.

"I'll be right back, just a minute baby" his giggles are the most pretty thing on earth, oh my God you just want to squish him so hard. Kind of a violent love you have, but all in name of his cuteness. No harm, fellas. You hear a ruffling and some water, then he's back with a boxer, one of his t-shirts and towel.

"Okay lady... come here" he's beside you, spreading you tights and then you get it that hes intending to clean you up.

"What? No baby.. no I can do it" you say as you try to grab the warm towel.

"Baby, let me. You're tired and all sore." You don't miss the almost imperceptible smirk on his face. He's proud, that little shit.

"And besides... I've already seen every little piece of you"

The gasp you let out, oh girl... sucked the air of the room.

"And kissed..." that damn smile of his.

"And touched..." one cute kiss on your knee.

"And licked" his eyes piercing on yours.

"Oh my God, stop! JUNGKOOK!"

He's laughing and smooching you like a baby now "Annnnnngh you're so cute baby"

After some little kisses, he manages to clean you, put his shirt on you and its immediately spooning you into his warm body, sleep pulling you in, but you can hear in the distance...

"I love you..."

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