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goldenlikedayl1ght · 9 months ago

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wildest dreams - m. murdock

a/n: i have literally not been inspired for two weeks then i was STRUCK with the urge to write this. guys. i am so proud of this one i am not even going to lie. this one is dedicated to @bunmurdock because i am literally always thinking about professor murdock.... i really hope you guys enjoy this one, because i enjoyed writing it :) warnings: SMUT! inappropriate dynamic, P in V smut, so much cursing, lots of inappropriate thoughts and pining, power dynamics, dirty talk, reader does an edible and is high for a small part of this fic, reader isn't stupid in this one! she is just horny! she is also deaf, and there is yapping of readers daddy issues word count: 6.3k likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3 summary: you have a huge crush on your professor and spend many days desperate for him. pairing: professor!matt murdock x hoh!reader now playing: wildest dreams - taylor swift (taylor's version) "i said, "no one has to know what we do"/his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room"

You could treat him better than any of these other horny grad students.

Seriously, that is your only conscious thought watching this man move around the front of this lecture center. You’re not dumb, you know everyone sitting here wants him—Those who are attracted to men want to fuck him and those who aren’t seek his approval. But you are built different, you’re also lacking a major sense, besides, your brain runs ramped with disgusting thoughts about the man.

Today’s focus is on the man’s outfit. It’s his last class of the day, and it shows. His clothes are a bit more wrinkled, and his hair is messier than it had been when he started the day. But most importantly, his jacket is thrown on the back of his chair, meaning you have a phenomenal view of his torso.

He wears a white button down, with the cuffs of the arms rolled up to just below his elbows, the bottom of the shirt tucked into the waistline of his pants. The shirt is tight, maybe a little too tight, especially around the arms. Maybe it’s because he works out. Or at least, you assume he works out.

That brings us to his tie. Oh, his tie. It’s nothing special—a pure black tie, just hanging from his neck. Your mind wanders. It starts at the dissection of a key court case in the subject of minimum wage, but from there, it starts drifting to his tie.

You think about the tie moving back and forth above you as he thrusts into you, brushing against your face, pulling on it to bring him closer. You think about that soft half chuckle he does, before he says something dirty like—

“Did you have something to add?” His voice right in front of you snaps you out of your trance. Fuck. You were not paying attention.

“Uh, No, Professor..” Your face is a deep red, embarrassed. You wish you could take off your hearing aids to stop listening to all the giggling from around you, from peers who are thrilled that Professor Murdock’s little (not-so) secret admirer got called out for her staring.

“Hm,” he taps the table in front of you, “Then I want you paying attention.” He says, before going back to his lecture. You could die right there. Everyone is laughing at you. He embarrassed you.

Okay, so you have no proof that he’s ever wanted you in the way that you’ve been so god damn desperate for him, but it’s still crushing that he’d single you out in that way. That maybe while you were increasingly needy for him, he found you fucking annoying, in such a way that he felt the need to embarrass you in front of your peers.

You want to melt—Melt into a puddle with just your boots and your hearing aids left behind so you never have to face him ever again. That’s why you’re so relieved when he dismisses class right on time (Well, right on time for him. He always ends class five minutes early to leave room for questions) and you quickly gather your things.

Because of the sheer level of embarrassment he has caused you, the other students in the class who want him try to flock to him, sensing that you no longer have the confidence to engage with him—But your desire is still there, as you messily shove your things into your backpack. You turn when you’re finished, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

Your face is still flushed, part because you’re embarrassed, part because you are out of breath from rushing. But you are faced with the view of your professor, all alone. Your breath hitches when his hand moves up to the top of his tie, as he smooths it out, running his fingers down the fabric.

“I read your essay on the expectations of the courts and law versus the realities of it. I loved it. The argument using Gideon versus Wainwright to justify the existence of the right to counsel as a civil right and not a liberty was fascinating, especially considering your other arguments about how race, class and gender play into those realities. Well done. I thought it was some of your best work.”

Your face is flushed for a new reason now. Wasn’t this the same man who was mad at you for not paying attention?

“I thought so too.” You confess, and he just smiles. He loves that you’re confident in your work. You’ll make a great lawyer one day.

“Oh, and,” He digs through his leather satchel to pull out some notes, running his finger over the folder tab to make sure he has the right folder, “Here are the printed copy of our notes from the last few lectures.” It’s part of your accommodations that professors give you a copy.

“Thanks, Professor.” You smile gently, reaching out to take the papers. Your hands meet and as you grip the notes, the tips of your fingers just barely brush against his. Neither of you say anything. Neither of you let go.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you today.” He starts, “But you’re bright—Smarter than most of your professors, I bet. And I don’t want you to fall behind.” He says softly, and without saying it, you know he’s worried because of your hearing. He was disabled in law school once upon a time, and he recognizes your potential.

“It’s okay.” You say softly, softer than your voice usually is. “I get it, really. It won’t happen again.”

“Good.” He says gently, letting go of the papers now. As you clutch them close to your chest, his hand goes back up to mess with his tie again. Does he know what he’s doing? Does he know how wild it drives you? He must. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“See you on Thursday.” You agree, and that’s when you leave the classroom.

As the door closes behind you, he listens intently. He hears your nervous heartbeat, could practically feel the heat radiating off you. But he knows your routine by now. You’re about to start playing music, and he likes knowing what sort of mood you’re in as you leave his class.

A smile spreads across his face when he hears the opening notes of that new Hozier song, ‘Too Sweet’.

• • •

You are a straight A student. You study days in advance for exams, you write elaborate study guides and most of all, you do not miss class, unless you are dying (no, seriously, the last time you missed class you were rushed to the hospital, sick with pneumonia after a big exam, which you aced). So, when you’re not in Matt’s class on Thursday, he tries not to panic.

You’re a grown woman, he tells himself, and he doesn’t have an attendance policy, having told the class on syllabus day that he trusted them to know when to come to class and when they should go lay in the sun or stay home with a bad cold.

But you once came to class doped up on cold medicine with a mask on, just because you didn’t want to miss any important information. He heard it before you got to class, so he faked a family emergency to cancel class early that day. He could hear your rattled sigh of relief as the other students flooded out.

And he knows for a fact you didn’t show up today because of how fucking loud you are; You don’t mean to be, but he can hear the light buzzing of your hearing aids, and you wear these big work boots that stomp even when you’re trying to step lightly. And he heard neither buzzing nor stomps today.

Oh, your boots. He’s spent years with everything being too loud, but he just can’t help but think about the boots—What color were they? What were their texture? He has this fantasy that lives at the very back of his mind of putting you in heels, heels too big for anyone let alone a girl who only wears clunky work boots, that way he would have to help you, take care of you, and it is a fantasy that will probably live at the back of his mind until he dies.

Sure, he’d probably get married, settle down with someone his age and never worry if she might be dissatisfied with an older man, and she’ll be quiet. No hearing aids, no big boots. They’ll have kids, they’ll be happy together. He’ll still go to you when he can’t sleep, and no one will ever know.

Wait, what was he doing? Oh, right. You weren’t in class today.

His fingers move over the keyboard to look you up in the system. He clicks on the audio assistant to read him your information. It reads out your first and last name, middle initial, then your grade in his class (A+), your accommodations (Notes, time and a half, things like that), your birthday, and—

Wait, he takes a moment, and his fingers go over to his braille calendar, realizing that you’re taking a day off because it’s your birthday. A laugh escapes his lips, because how silly was he being?

His fingers move again to find your email address. He debates for a moment before adding the subject line, “Absence Today.” Then, he erases it and changes it to, “Class Today”, hoping you wouldn’t freak out before reading the email.

And just for a moment, he lets himself dream. He writes the following email to you,

“Hey, sweetheart—

Happy Birthday. I’m so happy you’re taking a break, you deserve it, more than anyone else I know. Are you doing something fun for it? Going out and getting wasted? Hooking up with some college guy who couldn’t fuck you properly?

If I could, my birthday gift to you would be a day spent with my face buried between your pretty thighs, although that might be a birthday gift to me and not to you. I’ve always been a selfish man, and you seem to be something I am entirely selfish about. I want your hands tangled in my hair, tugging on it as I taste you. I want you all to myself. I didn’t hear the buzzing of your hearing aids or the clunking of your boots, and I felt this striking yearning.

I can’t stand being around you without having you. It’s torture.

Happy Birthday,

Matthew.’

He thinks about it for a minute, before completely erasing the email, and sending you this one instead:

‘Missed you in class today! We went over the reading for Chapter Seven. Happy Birthday! Professor M’

He sends it, and then rubs his face, a long sigh leaving his lips. He is completely enamored by you, and it is so unfair. You’d be in class on Monday, he told himself. He’d see you then, and it would be like getting his fix of you.

Then, he turns to the distraction of trying to grade papers. It won’t work. He’ll still have you on his mind all day, and there will be no relief in sleeping. Hopefully he’ll dream of that long day between your thighs.

• • •

Truth be told, you were not drinking and fucking some random guy when Matt emails you. You were cuddled up in bed, giggling and eating snacks, so many snacks, because, well, you took an edible with a bunch of your friends and now are high out of your mind.

Some animated shows are on in the background, and when your phone buzzes, you pick it up and almost melt when you see the email from your favorite professor. You start giggling like a kid, your fingers clutching your phone as you read the email over and over again.

One friend looks up to you from her place on your floor and asks, “Are you alright?”

You don’t answer at first, but then you nod, and pull your blanket close, imagining Matt’s arms around you. Your brain paints you a picture of him holding you against his chest and gently playing with your hair.

It’s a nice fantasy.

• • •

For being a law student, you really fucking hate it sometimes. Okay, that’s not true. You love being a law student and are so excited to go out into the world and make that difference. But you’d be lying if you don’t sort of contemplate dropping out and getting a sugar daddy over certain assignments.

Maybe Matt is in the market. Then you shake your head to get the thought out of there, before opening your laptop to check your professor’s office hours. The one that assigned this assignment is an old bat who does not have office hours except for during your other classes on Fridays.

Then, you look at Matt’s office hours. He has office hours right now. You click the pen in your hand a few times, thinking. Contemplating. Would he want to see you at this point? Would you be able to control yourself?

You give the question you’re working on one more time before you lean down and grab your boots, starting to lace them up. Then, you pack up your bag, heart beating nervously over what—Asking him for help with an assignment?

You make it all the way across campus, the whole time worried about if you’ll walk in on your professor with some other girl. You almost laugh at that thought, because you think you’re silly for how dramatic you are about the man.

You stand down the hallway from his office for a few minutes, just contemplating. You could just turn around and not at all open the possibility of being around him, and everything stays the same. Nothing changes, and your relationship with your professor maintains it’s strictly professional relationship.

You walk towards the door, knocking on it before holding your breath.

“Come on in,” He calls from behind the door. Now or never. You open the door, and smile in his direction.

“Hey, professor,” You greet, a soft smile on your face. His tie is loose around his neck. You blink away whatever daydream your brain wants to dive headfirst into.

“Hey,” He greets, “I don’t think you have any assignments due, so what’s up?” He asks, tilting his head in your direction. As you think about it, you realize that you do not need help with an assignment.

“This is going to sound like a lie. But I had trouble with this assignment earlier, and suddenly I walked in here and realized I knew exactly what I was doing. I’m sorry for bothering you.” You explain, but you make no attempt to turn around and leave.

“Let me guess,” He starts, gauging by what year and academic proficiency you’re at, “Professor Reid’s estate planning class? That assignment about the will and testament of an old lady with a marriage less than 90 days and estranged kids?”

You groan and take a seat in one of the chairs in his office. He laughs in response, shaking his head.

“That old bat.” You roll your eyes. He just smiles and shakes his head.

“You’ll be fine. Just remember to cheat on your final.” He tells you, and you give him a perplexed look.

“What?”

“Well, for the final, there’ll be a question about a super niche argument on inheritance. Just cheat on it.”

“You’re a professor, telling me to cheat?”

“I cheated on it,” He shrugs. You suddenly remember that he used to go to school here and has taken all the classes you’re struggling with right now.

“You’re being unprofessional.” You tell him, and he smiles again. Your heart skips a beat, and somehow, his smile grows. As if he knows exactly what sort of effect he has on you. As if this is all a game he likes to play with you, his eager and willing participant.

“Okay, forget that I told you to cheat on Reid’s exam. We have to talk about something, it would be awkward to just sit here in silence. Uh, what did you major in in undergrad?”

“English. I minored in Disability studies.”

“So why Law?” He asks curiously, leaning forward and clasping his hands together, before resting them on his desk. Jesus Christ.

“I’m tired of being poor.” The answer slips out before you can really stop yourself. He laughs again, and something in you stirs. As if making him laugh is the newest way you feel good about yourself. How twisted is that? “I’m being serious!” You laugh too, unable to contain it.

“I’m sure,” he promises, “I grew up poor too, I was sick of it too. But if you’re going to be a lawyer—”

“You need to have respect for the law and the people taken advantage by it,” You finish, “I get that, really, I do. And I want to help people. I want to go into divorce law and help all the poor and battered women like—” You’re forgetting yourself. You’re forgetting that this isn’t a date and that this man is your professor.

“Like..?” He prods you to finish, curious. He is on the edge of his seat about you. This is more than he has gotten of you in the past few weeks you’ve been taking his class.

“Like my mom.” You finish suddenly looking for something to do with your hands. Anything, really. “But the check that comes with it isn’t exactly deterring me, you know?”

“I get that,” he says earnestly, “I was an orphan, one of those dirty scrappy ones you feel bad for,” he does that half chuckle that makes you want to go over there and kiss him. “Never knew my mom, and my dad died when I was young. So, I get it. Being poor and wanting to do better for yourself. For your parent who sacrificed for you.”

But it clicks for him, the hidden meaning behind your ambitions. You have daddy issues, and he can tell that’s part of your crush on him. Though, he’ll never say it to you. He’ll let it be something unspoken between the two of you.

“Yeah, I guess you do get it.” You smile softly. But this is dangerous. So so dangerous. The two of you are dancing this dangerous line—Well, more like you’re damn well dancing clear over the line and ignoring it. But you don’t know how to stop it. Maybe you don’t want to stop it.

“Well, uh, maybe you could finish that assignment while we’re here.” He clears his throat, straightening his tie and you try to connect the wires in your brain to focus on the assignment. You pull it out of your bag and place it on his desk, smoothing it out a bit. Matt gets up and starts to wander around the office, and you look at him curiously. “I think better when I can move around.”

You should’ve known that much, you have stared at him doing lectures, wandering from end to end of the rows and rows in the classroom.

“Yeah, totally,” You nod, focusing on the assignment. It’s on paper, the old bat refuses to use online assignments. You’re practically flying through the assignment, and it’s at the point where you are forgetting your company. In fact, you really don’t notice him.. Until you lean back and stretch, jumping when you realize that Matt has taken a spot right behind you, his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning forward. You’re practically leant up against him.

“See? Was that so hard?” Your face flushes, his voice right next to your ear. He has to know; he has to know how you’re affecting him. You tilt your head a bit, and your eyes are level with his chin. His stubble moves as he sets his jaw. He doesn’t smell much like anything… except the faintest hint of clean sheets and this slight scent of mahogany. It would go perfect with a whiff of whiskey.

“No,” you say quietly, and he almost shudders at the feeling of your warm breath against his cheek. “Not at all, Prof—”

“Call me Matt.” It’s almost begging. You’re kind of into it, but that’s not surprising given how incredibly attractive you find him.

“Okay.” You say quietly. He has reduced you to one-word answers. The two of you stay quiet for a while. You’re unsure what to say. Matt is contemplating his options. Anyone could walk in on the two of you like this. The door isn’t locked, and you want to bring this up, but the words die out in your throat. His head tilts a bit towards you, and you get a glimpse at those perfect lips of his.

“You know—” He starts, but before he can get any farther, you lean in and kiss him. You kiss him intensely, your hand on his cheek, and for once, you are not filled with regret at a bad decision. He doesn’t react at first, and for just a second, you’re nervous.

Then, He kisses you back, letting out this deep hum as he deepens the kiss. He tilts his head to get deeper into your mouth, and his hands make their way down to your hips. He focuses for a second, before wrapping his arms around you to pick you up and sitting you on his desk.

His hands trail down as the pair of you kiss, landing on your thighs. His fingers rub back and forth, and you gasp when he squeezes your thighs. He grins and takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your clunky boots hit against his desk and he practically growls at the sound. He pulls away, his teeth biting your bottom lip as he does.

You’re completely out of breath, and so is he. He stumbles back a bit, his lips swollen and bright pink from kissing you. He wipes his mouth as he pants, and inhales deeply. You run your fingers through your hair, brushing the hair that has fallen onto your face.

“We..” he mumbled gently, running his hand over his chin. “Holy shit, kid—”

“Don’t call me kid—”

“Listen,” he goes over to you and brushes the hair from your face, “That was.. it was phenomenal, but someone could’ve walked in on that, and.. Fuck, if we do that again, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” he confesses, his hands on your cheeks.

“When I was staring off into space last week, I was thinking about your tie.” You tell him, your hands are finding the base of it now. He tilts his head, curiously.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Was daydreaming about it brushing against my face as you fuck me.” You could swear his face is red. You grin.

“Yeah?” He laughs, taking the tie from you and bringing the tie up to brush against your cheeks, “Like that?” he teases, and you laugh back. Dick.

“Mhm,” You giggle, and your hands find his, wrangling the tie out of his hands, and tugging on it, before bringing him in for another kiss. He inhales deeply as he kisses you, taking the taste of you in for a moment before pulling away.

“I’m serious, sweetheart, this is dangerous.”

“Sweetheart?” You grin. He takes your chin and grips it between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Hey. Pay attention.” He says, and you want to argue that saying things in that low gravely tone will not help you pay attention, but you can tell he’s serious. That he wants your attention focused on him, this is important. “Listen. I like you. I like you a lot, but we have to be careful if we want any of this to go further. We have to be subtle and watch our steps.” He says softly.

“Okay.” You promise, “Okay, we should be careful.” He smiles gently and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“Good pup.” He hums, and your face flushes.

“I like ‘pup’.” You like sweetheart too, but your stomach flips when he calls you pup.

“Yeah, I know you do.” He grins. “Wanna get out of here?”

“I thought you said we have to be careful.”

“Okay, then I’ll give you my address and you can come over.” He shrugs. “I know how badly I need you, I can only imagine how you feel.” He hums, and you grin.

“Okay, Here, give me your phone.” Matt fishes his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you. You put your number in with your name, sending yourself a quick text before handing the phone back to him. “There. Send it to me.” He steps back so you can hop off the desk, before putting your homework back in your bag.

As you sling your bag over your shoulder, he grabs your wrist in his hand and pulls you close, just to kiss you again.

• • •

Your hands are shaking as you drive over to Matt’s apartment. You’re so full of desire for him, and you take a second after parking the car to adjust your hair and makeup. Luckily you had no plans with your friends so it’s not like you’re hiding anything from anyone.

Are you about to sleep with the professor you’ve had a crush on since the beginning of the semester? Hopefully. You take a quick glance down to the apartment number he sent you before climbing out of the car, locking it behind you.

Then, you manage your way through the building, finding yourself in front of his door for the second time tonight. You hesitate. Though, you’re not sure why. Well, maybe you do. Maybe you’re terrified that this is going to be bad. Or maybe that you’re scared you’ll be bad, and he’ll hate you.

Maybe you just need to get over yourself. Although, you can’t really do much more convincing because Matt swings open the door and grins at you. You almost die at the sight of him. His tie is gone, and his shirt is unbuttoned by three buttons.

“You’re so hot,” You blurt out as you hand him a cheap bottle of wine you picked up on the way here.

“You’re cute,” he hums, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the apartment, leaving you giggling as he closes the door behind you. You look around his apartment, your eyes catching on the giant billboard. You’re standing in front of the window when he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips gently kiss your neck, up and down, biting your shoulder gently. “Enamored by the billboard, sweetheart?”

“Your windows are so big, probably a lot of light in here during the day.” You say softly, and he smiles against your neck.

“Mhm, one day, I’ll fuck you against those windows—”

“Matt,” You groan, but he just shushes you and kisses your neck again.

“I know, pup,” He hums, “But don’t worry, I’ll show you a very nice time, hear all those pretty noises you can make for me.” You blush, turning to say something to him but he wraps his arms around your waist again, before throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to his room. You’re laughing all the way there, before throwing you onto the bed.

“Mean.” You accuse, but he shrugs.

“You’ll get over it, sweetheart, I promise.” He hums, and you sit up on his bed. He stands between your legs, leaning down to kiss you gently, his hands finding your cheeks again. He kisses you like this for a few minutes, before slowly kneeling in front of you, never breaking the increasingly sloppy kiss. You pull away from the kiss to study him. He tilts his head, his hands finding your thighs to rub them again as he did in the office. “What?” he asks gently.

“I spent all those lectures only being able to study you from a far.. Just let me really look at you for a while..” You request. He grins gently as your fingers run over his stubble again. Your hands move up to his glasses. “Can I take these off?” You request, tilting your head.

Matt hesitates, just for a second. He’s not really used to it, to someone truly wanting to see him, every part of him. But he trusts you, wants you to see him. So he nods, letting out a soft ‘yeah’ as you pull off those circular red glasses, gently folding them and setting them down somewhere safe.

Then, you take a good, long look at his eyes. They’re this deep brown, almost black, irises that are drop dead gorgeous. The skin around his eyes is scarred, but the scars are old, yet, you rub your thumb gently against that scarred skin. You lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his eyes, first the left one, then the right one.

He leans up and kisses you after that, his hands slowly making their way down your legs. Your hands find his buttons of his shirt starting to undo them. He pulls away from the kiss, before slipping off his button up, throwing it away somewhere in the room. Your eyes drift down to these scars on his collarbones, and your fingers run over them. Then, you notice other scars on his skin, and your hands find those too.

“Your boots are so loud,” he hums, and you’re taken back by it.

“What?”

“Your boots.” He hums, “I hear you stomping around with these things on, they’re.. Like a bell, you know? I like knowing you’re around.” His fingers go down to the laces of your left boot, slowly untying them. Then, he does the same with the right boot.

He pulls off your boots, before running his fingers over your socks.

“They’re multicolored. Bright and patterned.” You confess, and he grins, before pulling them off. Then, he stops, realizing you have another pair of socks on. He blinks, before starting to laugh.

“You have two pairs of socks on?” he chuckles, your face flushing.

“My boots are just a little too big!” You tell him, and he laughs, resting his head against your thigh. He finishes taking your socks off, before working on the buttons of your jeans. When he finally gets those undone, he pulls off your pants, throwing them somewhere close to his now abandoned shirt. His hand comes up to rub you through your panties, and he lets out a scoff as he does.

“So wet for me, pup..” He mumbles, coming up to gently kiss your cheeks and then your jaw, as you whine. “I know, baby, I know,” he says softly, rubbing your clit gently. You whine gently at the feeling, gripping his wrist. He chuckles softly, kissing you to shut you up a bit.

He pulls his hand away from your throbbing cunt to pull off your tee shirt, throwing it wherever. He starts to kiss you as you fiddle with the buttons of his pants and pull them off, letting him step out of the before he casts them away.

You grin into the kiss, before he pulls away.

“What? What’s got you so giddy, pup?” he asks, a grin on his face too.

“Briefs,” You hum, fiddling with the waistband of his briefs, and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Thinking about your professor’s underwear?” He teases, leaning in to bite your neck. “Dirty, dirty girl.” He grins, and you swat at his shoulder, which causes him to laugh. He likes having fun with you, even if it’s not inherently sexual.

His hands come up to run gently over your skin, trailing from your hands up to your shoulders, and then all the way to your ears, where his fingers gently run over your hearing aids. It’s a nice gesture, really, but as soon as his fingers brush over your hearing aids, you immediately retract, the feedback shooting through your skull, uncomfortably.

“Ow—” You cringe, leaning your head back to try and get away from his fingers. He cringes, hearing the feedback, not as badly as you do but knowing it’s there and that you’re in pain pains him.

“I’m sorry,” he coos softly, his fingers moving down to cup your jaw. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I hadn’t realized—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” You hum, tilting your head to kiss his palm gently. “It happens, It’s why you should never touch them while I have them on.” You shrug. He leans down and kisses your stomach a bit, before going back to kiss you again, deepening the kiss a bit before roughly shoving you back on the bed. You giggle as he climbs on top of you, caging you in between his legs, as he slips his tongue into your mouth again. He kisses you with passion and need, and it drives you entirely too wild. As he pulls away, one hand comes up to grip your chin, before he leans down with his head against yours.

“Want me to fuck you, pretty thing?” He asks gently, his voice sweet as honey as he talks so obscenely to you. You whine, finally getting what you want after weeks and months of waiting. He just smiles and shakes his head, “No, no, puppy, you gotta say it to me.” He requests.

“Yes, I want you..” You groan, bucking your hips a bit at the thought of him finally fucking you.

“Want me to do what?” he asks, innocently.

“Want you to fuck me, please..” You request, and this finally seems to satisfy him. His hand comes down to unhook your bra, throwing it behind him with the rest of your clothes, before his lips begin to travel downwards, kissing down your jaw and neck, before he’s kissing the valley of your breasts, his hand going down to rub your clit again.

He groans against your skin at the feeling of your wetness soaking through your underwear and listening to your moans. His hands begin to work to take off your panties, and as soon as those are gone, your hands come up to his briefs, wanting them gone.

“Off, off, off—” You huff, and he laughs as he slips them off. Then, he reaches over and grabs a condom from the bedside table, but you grab his hand, shaking your head, “No, no—I’m on the pill, promise.”

“You sure?” He asks gently, and you nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Sure.” You nod, and then you’re kissing him again, your hand going down to stroke his cock, and he gasps into the kiss, before chuckling. He pulls away to mutter out to you--

“Needy girl,” he purrs, before moving to kiss you again. As you’re kissing, he slips his cock into you, and you moan into the kiss, tensing at the feeling, “Relax for me, pup.. So fucking tight for me.” He groans, his hand coming down to swat your thigh. “Relax.” He tells you, his voice sterner this time.

You nod, trying to form a more conscious thought than the pure bliss you feel, your hands wrapping around his neck, scratching down his back a bit. He groans softly, as he starts to slowly thrust into you. He is using every ounce of self-control he has, resisting the urge to absolutely violate you.

But he’s trying to be gentle, be nice.

“Faster,” You gasp out, your fingers pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He does that half chuckle, and it makes you whine as he begins to speed up.

“Beautiful little pup..” he says lowly, “Been staring at me.. Wanting your professor so badly these past few weeks, dirty little thing,” he hums, “Fuck, so.. fuck..” Your legs are beginning to shake the longer and harder he thrusts into you. “So fucking good for me..” You whine into his lips as they crash into yours, one hand going down to rub your clit gently, the stimulation too much for someone who hasn’t had sex this good, ever, but especially because you haven’t had sex at all in the past.. well, six or more months.

“Matty, ‘m..” You can barely get the words out as he fucks you harder,

“I know baby, come on, cum for me, pup,” he coos, his thrusts nor rubbing slowing down, maintaining his pace. Within a minute, you’re coming with loud moans into his ears, and he’s following suit shortly after, coming deep inside you.

But for the few minutes after the two of you finish, he continues his thrusting, relishing in the pretty moans and the sound of his deep thrusts into you. Eventually, he slows down, remaining deep inside of you. He pulls you close, kissing you deeply before flipping the pair of you over, and holding your legs close to stay buried deep inside of you.

For a few minutes, there are no words spoken, just deep, frantic pants and sweaty skin against each other.

“You know, that was as good as I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.” You pant, “Better, even..” He laughs and nods.

“Me too..” he kisses you softly. “Let me take you out somewhere.”

“I thought we had to be careful..”

“We’ll go away somewhere then. Just the two of us for the weekend. I need to be with you, I can’t get enough of you now that I’ve had a taste.. Besides, I haven’t even eaten you out. Now that, that is going to be fun.” He grins, and you swat his arm.

“Evil, mean man!” You gasp, and he just laughs, kissing your forehead.

“I’m sorry, pup, let me make it up to you,” he hums.

“How?”

“Calling you pup a few times, ordering Thai food and teaching you how to suck me off?”

“I know how to suck you off,” You scoff.

“Oh yeah?” He tilts his head, leaning in to kiss him. Then, lips still against yours, he whispers, “Prove it, pretty puppy.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil #daredevil fic #matt murdock fic #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x hoh!reader #professor!matt murdock #daredevil smut #matthew murdock #smut

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sunshine-theseus · 1 year ago

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Pequeña | Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: you make stupid decisions but you got your girl in the end.

Warning: fluff, horrible self-care, fainting

My parents and I moved from Spain to England when I was 5.

I was a quiet kid with no friends, who spent most of her time reading or listening to music. At seven years old my parents decided to sign me up for my local football kids club to try and get me to ‘open my wings’, their code for ‘stop being a fucking loner we value popularity over smarts’. I haven’t seen them in 8 years.

Turns out I was fucking great at football and by 12 I was in the Arsenal Football Academy. At 15 I was playing for their Women’s team in the WSL and was debuting for England’s national team. I spent most of that time on the bench of course, but by 17 I had a large ‘1’ on my back and was starting 90% of games at Arsenal. I didn’t have many friends though, especially when I knew most would either leave to bigger leagues or transfer teams. I preferred it though because that meant I had plenty of time between training and games to study and read and play music.

Another 6 years later and I’m playing for England in the Semi-finals of the 2023 World Cup against Australia. I wasn’t our main goalie, but Mary had gotten a concussion so that left me and like hell I would let us lose this close to the finals. I’d nearly managed to keep a clean sheet until Sam Kerr came running up from halfway, past Millie and chipped it behind me into the goal. Despite the goal, we won.

As I’m walking toward the girls, I tripped over something, or someone, sitting on the sidelines near the tunnel. One of the Aussie girls, clearly tired and upset, curled up to their goalkeeper. If there was one thing I could do, it was recognise a phenomenal goalkeeper when I see one, and Mackenzie Arnold was just that.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper to her as I pat her shoulder and copy the gesture for the girl next to her.

I didn’t know much about her, but I’d seen her play. Her footwork was incredible, and she was clearly underrated and underestimated, something Arsenal could benefit from.

“Wanna swap jerseys?” it comes out soft, I almost miss it as I turn away. When I turn back around, I expect to see Mac offering her’s, but instead I see the younger girl looking up at me questioningly and I smile. I’d already swapped with Mac in a friendly earlier this year, and I love collecting jerseys from different players.

“Fuck yeah.” and within seconds she has my jersey pulled over her head, and it hangs loosely, clearly a few too many sizes too big for her.

I then pull on her’s, for a moment fearful it would be too small, but I’m thankful for her clear preference for baggy clothes as it slips over my torso. Mackenzie beckons over their photographer, and I pose with the still nameless girl. She’s small in comparison to my 5’11 stature and I giggle at the difference before offering her a piggyback for a silly photo.

As she jumps up, I notice shocked stares of my teammates from the corner of my eye but shake it off as she wraps her arm around my neck as if to choke me.

“Has anyone told you how small you are?” I ask her as I drop her back to the ground.

“They don’t shut up about it.”

“I think I’ll call you Pequeña.” I chuckle at her confused look.

“It means small in Spanish.”

“What the fuck!? Fine I’m calling you fucking Giant or something.”

I don’t get her actual name that night, but I look it up when I get back to my hotel room, Lotte missing from the space.

Kyra Cooney-Cross. An unexpected star.

I watch one of her games instead of doing my uni work and fall asleep to one her interviews playing.

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I don’t expect to see Kyra until whatever friendly we have with Australia before the Olympics. In the time after the World Cup and before pre-season, I’ve hung her jersey in my hallway, along with all the others. I put her’s at the entrance with others like Mapi León and Christine Sinclair, people I consider special.

We also begin talking. A lot. I spend most of my spare time calling or texting her, but I don’t tell anyone.

The shock I get when the final minute of the pre-season transfer window approaches, and I get a notification from the Arsenal Women twitter account.

‘KYRA COONEY-CROSS IS A GUNNER✍️’

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We’d been knocked out of the qualifiers for the Championship League and yet I walk into training on Monday with a slight spring in my step and excitement buzzing through me. I wave to all the staff and greet everyone, asking how the girls are when I walk into the locker room.

It’s Katie who asks.

“What the fuck is up with you Ms Dark and Broody?”

“Whatever do you mean?” I giggle.

She gives me and incredulous look before turning to the rest of the locker room who share similar expressions.

“W- wh- wh-” she continues to babble as Steph pulls her back to her cubby and pats her shoulder as a way of reassurance.

“You just… you’re never so smiley or talkative. At all. Like ever. Like in the past 8 years you’ve said maybe 100 words per season to me.” Lotte speaks up.

“Not true!”

“I’ve only seen you without a book off the pitch 13 times. I started counting after the 1st.” My jaw drops.

“She’s not wrong Y/n. You’re pretty reserved and stoic. Which there’s nothing wrong with! But it’s just odd to see you, well like this.” Manu points at me as if that’s explanation enough.

“Wow thanks gu-” I’m cut off by someone jumping on my back and screaming.

“BEANSTALK!” and I’m smiling all over again as I turn my head to see the young Australian I’ve been missing.

“PEQUEÑA!”

“I can’t believe I had to put up with your nerdy shit in person every day now.” She jumps off my back and moves to greet the other girls except for Steph and Caitlin who she obviously knows.

We don’t get much time to talk before Jonas calls us into the meeting room. He introduces all our new players like Kyra and Lessi and announces the return of Vivianne and Beth to our playing squad, before going over how we need to improve after our defeat in the Champions League.

“L/n, I know you just came 2nd in the World Cup but you cannot be slacking like you did in the game against Pairs. You’ve got to be doing more.” I don’t get to reply before he’s ushering us out onto the pitch.

I’m left in a sour mood the rest of training, once again avoiding everyone, including Kyra who seemingly found a close friend in Alessia. I had given my all in that game against Paris, but they were good, and I’d stayed up until 2am the night before completing one of my assignments for my uni degree, something Jonas had encouraged me to do.

I was more mad that he didn’t allow me to tell him why but either way, I’d decided I would be staying after training to practice until I couldn’t any longer. So I did. And I came in an hour early the next morning to get more training in. I continued to do this for a while, studying once I got home until I couldn’t keep my eyes open now that my usual study time was booked. Eventually the girls stopped inviting me for coffee or team bonding and Kyra stopped trying to talk.

We were playing against Man United when I began to sway side to side, and my eyes began to droop. I think Kyra noticed first while on the sideline, and whispered something to Katie as she passed by the bench, but nothing came of it until United got a corner. They didn’t even get to kick the ball before I crumpled to the ground beside a clueless Lotte and Katie Zelem.

I don’t feel myself get carried off the pitch or get transferred to an ambulance. I don’t think I recognise anything happening around me until hours later. The clock on the wall says 9:21 and I think I’ve only slept for a few hours, but then I notice the sun streaming through the curtains and realise the few might actually be a lot.

I then recognise the limp bodies spread across the room. The awfully sterile white room which is nothing like the warmth of my olive-green bedroom. I don’t think I’d been so slow to figure out what was going on in my life.

“Beanstalk! You’re awake!” I look to the small brunette who has been hunched over asleep next to me for god knows how long and smile.

“Hey pequeña.”

“You are so stupid!” Kyra slaps my arm and sends me a sharp glare.

“What the fuck is going on. You’ve been exhausted 24/7 and no one sees you outside of training.” I then decide to explain my rather stupid schedule and reasoning to her.

She stares blankly at me for a while.

“You are genuinely so fucking dumb. I was so worried about you.” She whispers.

“Why?”

“Because I love you.” Her eyes drop to her lap.

“Te amo.” I’m not sure she understands it but she smiles either way and leans in.

Just as our lips meet, Katie abruptly wakes up in her corner of the room and shrieks.

“What the fuck!” and we’re left to quickly pull away as she tries to wake everyone else up to tell them what she saw.

“Katie don’t be fucking ridiculous! They’re both sound asleep.” I hear Kim whisper shout, followed by more of Katie’s babbling about how we’re just pretending as they trail out of the room, assumedly getting coffee.

As the door clicks shut, I open one eye to glance around the now empty room. It seems everyone needed some coffee. Except a certain Australian, whose eyes also peak open.

“Kiss me.” And then her lips are on mine again.

~~~~~

I don’t play again until our game against Bristol for the Conti Cup. Jonas apologised for pushing me too hard but made it clear I was to properly rest before I get to do anything and makes Sarina Weigman promise not to play me during our international break.

Kyra also gets her first starting debut.

It’s a tough game, and in the 84th minute, Kyra drops to the ground. I nearly run to check on her, but she gets back up, and within another minute she gets subbed off for Vic.

The whistle blows, signalling the end of the game, we win 3-1.

I meet Kyra in the middle of the field, pick her up and swing her around. Our first proper game playing together seems like an obvious thing to celebrate. And before I can think, I’m leaning down and kissing her, something I’m not sure if I’ll regret later.

She smiles that smile, brighter than the sun, and I melt.

“Te amo pequeña.”

#woso #woso x reader #the matildas x reader #wwc 2023 #kyra cooney cross #kyra cooney-cross #kyra cooney-cross x reader #kyra cooney cross x reader #the matildas

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honeysmoonn · 10 months ago

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GET HIM BACK! — luke castellan

content: enemies w benefits, mentions of sex, really short so part 2?????, unedited

a/n: based off of this post: )

You hated Luke.

Hate wasn’t even strong enough. Loathe. Despise. Detest. Regretted ever speaking with him in the first place.

He was too cocky, too stupid, too good at swordsmanship, too nice to the younger kids, too handsome… The list goes on.

Yet you often found yourself laid underneath his toned body with tangled limbs and hot breaths.

Even after almost being caught one to many times after leaving a black lace bra on the ground behind Aphrodites cabin, or the violet patches growing along your collarbone and neck, or the lipstick smudged on Luke’s face that was only known to be worn by one girl in camp. You.

But at least the two of you were fairly well at hiding the attraction you shared for each other. It was easy to hate him. And he played the part of the whipped yet cocky boy phenomenally.

It was just a part, you thought.

He was almost too good at excusing the Ares boy who offered to partner up with you during sparring, too good and giving him a tight smile, too good and not-so-subtly shoving shoulder with the boy, and always too good and making you feel like and idiot when you were pinned under his body, faces inches apart like you had been so many times before, only this time there was an audience.

“Get off me.” You seethed, squirming to no end. Luke’s hand were expertly pinned against your own. A stupid smile on his face. He was too pretty to also be nice.

He gave a small shrug. “I could,” A cocky look you knew all too well. “Or I could watch you squirm…” He whispered just quiet enough so the younger campers trying to learn from the two best counselors couldn’t hear.

You kicked a leg up, trying your best to keep Luke’s strong gaze under your control. But the swordsman always seemed to be one step ahead of you, one hand reaching down and grabbing the inside of your lower thigh and holding it in place. “Cmon, don’t be like that.” his voice was still soft, the memory of the night before flooded your brain like a thunderstorm.

“I’m seriously, seriously, gonna kill you, Luke.” He laughed, which only caused you to bit the air just and inch from his nose. “Just wait until-“

“Until what? Until tonight?”

“Oh, Gods-“

“Campers!” Chirons powerful voice sounded through the training arena. a few of the younger kids jumped at the noise, other took a step closer to their older siblings. “Is there a problem here?” You took the moment where Luke broke eye contact as an opportunity to push him off of you, causing him to roll over before straightening himself out for Chiron.

“No, Sir, me and my friend here were just showing everyone some new moves.” He winced as you pinched the skin in his neck, not ignoring the way a greenish bruise was showing under his bright orange shirt. Your face suddenly got red, could everyone else see them too?

Luke’s hand flew back to grab your own, expertly disguising the move as an itchy neck. He held your hand in his own for a second, giving it a tight squeeze. You winced. He immediately let go.

“Well, in that case, I hope you’re actually teaching something.” Chiron answered with a narrow eye. The kids on the sidelines giggled to each other. You silently wished Luke hadn’t been so difficult and just let the Ares boy spar with you instead of causing a huge scene.

Luke, yet again, took her hand and dragged you forward. Side by side, you two looked like the golden couple of Camp Half-Blood. “Of course, always up to learning knew things, right?” he smiled at Chiron once, then you. Leaving only a wink to keep you company.

Later that day you found yourself in the mess hall, poking and prodding at the not so appealing food that sat on your tray. Your sibling sat herself beside you, telling her side of the incident at the area just hours before. “I saw the way Luke grabbed your hand, he’s so sly. Sly little fox… Cute, too. Definitely handsome…” she rambled, only stopping when she realized you were barely listening, focused on something, or rather someone else across the mess hall. “Oh… you dirty dog!” she exclaimed.

“What? What are you talking about?” You asked as you fixed your gaze back at your sister who was smiling the same was Luke did after proving you wrong.

She shoved your shoulder. “Be serious, you think he’s cute.”

Somehow, somehow, Luke found himself staring at you while Chris blabbered in next to him. Your eyes locked and you could practically feel your heart beat out of your chest. He raised an eyebrow, only smirking when he realized just exactly why you were looking at him. You could practically hear the sound of his cocky voice saying: “Ohh…” in your ear. While glaring at him, he took the opportunity to blow an endearing yet annoying kiss in your direction.

“Oh!” Your sister smacked your arm playfully. “Oh… I could definitely see this, I can see the vision…” She pondered as Luke laughed to himself after seeing you go red.

You were going to get him back.

#luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan pjo #luke hive rise #RISEEE

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damianbugs · 2 years ago

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in remembrance of that anon that i tragically lost, here are some recs for THE most underutilised duo in the batfam. i could write ridiculously long essays about the tragedy of these two characters, and how they could become something great, if dc would get a grip a let tim grow up, preferably in the next decade. no complaints about damian. he is perfect.

this is also a cry for HELP. PLEASE write more big brother tim fics i am literally on the verge of collapsing as i ask. he is so unprepared but well meaning big brother so let him carry out his duty towards damian and duke PLEASE.

right then, anyways:

TIM AND DAMIAN FIC RECS ON AO3

miles and miles (in their shoes) by JUBE514

Where is Damian? Why can’t he see anything clearly? Where is the little brat? Damian had been by him in the cave when everything had exploded, they had been arguing like always when the two of them had gotten the punishment to go clean the trophy room, stop yelling at each other, stop being at each other's throat for two minutes and go clean the goddamn trophy room-

They had been cleaning, got into another knock out drag out argument, and it had come so close to blows and they had been screaming more than cleaning and-

The stupid fucking shoe, in the magical section- exploded out-

Tim and Damian switch bodies, the two of them realize exactly why the other does the things they do.

MY NOTES: i know body swap aus can be a little worrying, but this is a phenomenal fic on not just the complicated relationship between tim and damian, but also their own individual struggles and how that brings them closer together in an unspoken yet profound way. a must read if you appreciate the characters in their entirety.

Biphasic Reaction by renecdote

People may have allergic reactions all the time and be fine, but they can also die from them. He has a flash of sudden, morbid curiosity about what the exact statistics for fatal allergic reactions are.

MY NOTES: secretly protective big brother tim u mean the world to me. they are so fun in this, even with the medical emergency occurring alongside the sillies.

i only sink deeper (the deeper i think) by call_me_steve

Drake clicks his tongue and tilts his head off to the side. “This really isn’t as fun as I thought it would be.”

Oh, really? Damian starts furiously finger spelling, just to be annoying. You know, I thought the floating platforms would be of the utmost excitement.

“I caught a solid half of that and I think you’re making fun of me.” Drake goes to shift before remembering that he can’t - his face beneath his domino contorts into something unpleasant. “My legs are falling asleep, dude.”

You move, signs Damian, for real this time, and I go under.

“You talk,” Drake shoots back. “And I go under."

MY NOTES: it wouldn't be a real saki fic rec post without at least one kidnapped and almost dying in order to escape fic. i think about the conversation about love and danger at least once a week at random intervals and do not know how to be normal about it. at all.

The Wound Begins to Bleed by audreycritter

Now that Tim’s moved back to the manor, he just wants a few afternoons a week without Damian around.

Funny how getting that was the catalyst for him becoming a better big brother.

MY NOTES: okay so maybe i've read this a billion times and maybe it's my favourite tim and damian fic ever to exist but isn't that just proof you need to read it too? such a real fic. so personal. can't think of anything else but u must read it

picture perfect memories by Fandom_Trash224

“I… require assistance with something. I believe you are best-suited for it.”

Tim raises an eyebrow, but motions for the younger boy to enter his room. As Damian does, he slowly closes the door behind him, and Tim notices a small piece of what Tim assumes to be paper in Damian’s hand. Then, he realizes it’s not just a piece of paper: it’s a photo.

Damian approaches Tim, holding out the photo at arm’s length once he’s close enough to do so, saying, “I would like you to explain this photo to me.”

Tim glances down at it, and to both his surprise and mild horror, he recognizes the photo.

MY NOTES: oh... oh. Oh i am on the ground dead forever. damian and tim bonding over the shared fact that they got a version of bruce they'll never, ever meet. finding a common ground in grieving something they never had. oh.... how marvelous.

The Study of Birds by MaskoftheRay

Tim and Damian have hated one another since the day that the youngest Wayne arrived in Gotham City. A few years later, that hatred has cooled into a mutual disdain and somewhat-wary tolerance. If necessary, they can even work together— though neither likes to. Then Tim discovers that Damian enjoys bird-watching too.

Or: sometimes the difficult things are the most rewarding.

MY NOTES: truly something so special about stories where tim and damian find comfort and something to cherish in animals. a middle ground born from compassion and empathy perhaps. so sweet.

#tim drake #damian wayne #batfamily fic recs #batfam #saki batfam fic recs

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dailyravi · 1 month ago

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this is gonna be a different kind of daily post, but i feel like it needs to be said.

i feel like 911 lone star is doing it better than og 911.

because if you remember when we first started out it was about the calls and not really about the characters. and as 911 grew it moved from less about the calls and more about the people. and as much as i love these characters, i’m getting sick of it ONLY ever being about the characters. i’m of 911 we get like 1 call and it’s only to further the character arc for the season or ep.

but if we look over at lone star, they have a perfect mix of call to character ratio. we get stupid calls like a lady w a harmonica stuck in her mouth that both progresses the episode story AND the characters.

and i also feel like lone star doesn’t give any 1 character more screen time or story than others. and ofc owen will always have a little more than a character like mateo or nancy. but that’s because owen is basically the main character. buck is not. buck has way more than a character like hen or chim. but buck is not the main character. og 911 doesn’t have a main character, yet buck gets treated like one.

i’m sorry i’m getting sick of the guy. buck does not need 47 new arcs in one season. and honestly i’m getting sick of the same thing over and over. hen does not need all her problems based around her kids. Maddie doesn’t need to cry for the 100th time. eddie has been like this since season 2. and how many more time can Athena and bobby save the day together.

lone star is giving us new and fresh things every season, mabye not that much with owen but at the same time i didn’t expect to be a horse girl this season. i wasn’t expecting the twist with campbell. i wasn’t expecting carlos’s dad to die last season. i get actually shocked by some of the reveals. but with regular 911 i can call it. i can tell what the hell is going to happen. recently the only thing to shock me, is the eddie story line from the end of last season.

and ik this post is long but i need to say it. 911, even if they don’t mean to, prioritizes white characters. like kenneth chois acting is phenomenal, yet oliver stark is prioritized. and i’m not saying that oliver stark is a bad actor, he is the furthest thing from bad. but kenneths acting in there goes the groom and aisha’s acting in hero complex (where they get kidnapped) is better than what i’ve seen from stark.

ik this isn’t ravi related but i don’t really care, i wanted to say it.

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adricthemindnimon · 10 months ago

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Ok seriously, Triangle is one of my all time favourite episodes of anything. It is a delirious fever dream in all the best ways.

The sheer insanity of the plot

Their absolute refusal to even try to create a plausible explanation for the plot. Just straight up "yeah there's no possible way this actually happened but also he has the black eye so it definitely did. You figure it out".

Mulder thoroughly enjoying having no idea what's going on

The excellent musical choices

The phenomenal camera framing/those wonderful split screens/wipes. The moment where the two Scullys pass one another and move from one frame to the other gives me chills.

Scully in That Dress with That Hair looking That Gorgeous

Alt-Scully being an OSS agent

Alt-Scully and Mulder immediately becoming best frenemies.

The kiss. And the punch (no weak ass slap, a whole hearted punch that hurts her hand), and his stupid little "I was expecting a left"

The way the second he's safe in hospital she's roasting the daylights out of him

His confession of love which is the single most honest moment in ages

Her "oh brother"

But most of all I adore how this episode makes everything so heightened. And I love that that's not limited to whatever world Mulder's inhabiting on the Queen Anne. I love that they let Scully be just as elevated. And that that takes the form of her losing every single one of her inhibitions. We all knew Scully was a feral little gremlin under the veneer of civilization and the iron grip she maintains on her self-control at all times. It's so damn satisfying watching the inner gremlin running the show. Threatening to murder Spender. Kissing Skinner. Power walking through every hall and fidgeting so aggressively she whacks someone and talking so fast your ears can barely keep up. The woman is so constantly stressed trying to be the acceptable face of the operation, it's a never ending thrill to watch her go truly uninhibitedly feral

#triangle #the x files #mulder and scully #dana scully

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stoutguts · 1 month ago

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My own personal Hybrid AU??? (Also, Omegaverse). Chock full of my own personal headcanons and ideas. Unorganized/kind of rambling, really just trying to put all my thoughts to paper.

PART 2

(wish I could include everything I wrote in one post, but I yapped too much—)

Price is the only human in the 1-4-1, and an alpha. Not only their captain and team leader, but their handler. And, oh boy, are they a handful.

Johnny can be about as stubborn as a bull, and is often insubordinate. Too damn smart for his own good, and loves to question his superiors and authority. He especially loves to challenge Price, as he's the only other alpha on the team. He’s always so antsy and hyper. Eager to kick some ass and to get out in the field,—sometimes too eager. Ends up compromising them occasionally due to his impatience. Most definitely performs better when the mission doesn’t involve waiting around or when there’s a team effort involved. Though that’s not to say he’s bad by any means with stealth or solo missions, it’s just not his specialty/not his favorite thing. He’s a great shot, like Ghost, and after all, his personality completely fits the whole demolitions expert thing. He’s just the type of guy who loves action and explosions and is a borderline pyromaniac,—what can he say. Can never sit still, always working out or getting his body moving somehow. He’ll often run wild/run laps around base in his doggy form to blow off steam or to help tucker himself out. Both the German Shepherd and Border Collie in him are strong, being super athletic and active, and his natural instinct to herd cattle and livestock is too. Having grown up on a farm, he had an outlet for this instinct, but since joining the military he no longer has one. So, this ends up translating into him obsessively pacing back and forth, like an animal with zoochosis. Or constantly following members of his task force (or sometimes random people/recruits) around like a lost puppy. Sticking to people like glue eventually gets to be irritating or a problem, and the incessant pacing tends to make others anxious and uneasy. Thankfully though, him and Simon own acres of land, and live together on a farm in the Scottish countryside (just like his childhood home). So when they’re on leave Soap gets to herd to his heart’s content, and get that pent up energy out. He’s not one to be too easily provoked, but you’d better watch out if you piss him off. He can be one nasty and aggressive son of a bitch if he wants to be, or if it calls for it. He’s almost equal in his reputation to Ghost for being one hard bastard and being scary. He may be a goofball and likes to play around, happy-go-lucky,—but you’d be mistaken if you think he isn’t capable of a much more serious attitude and approach. Though his nature does leans more towards being kind, respectful, and compassionate. The 1-4-1 often thinks of him as a golden retriever. He’s certainly intimidating, his canine form is about twice the typical size of his breed, or a normal dog for that matter. An expert fighter, specializing in hand-to-hand (or hand-to-paw) combat. A very sensitive and downright phenomenal sense of hearing, probably has the best hearing in the 1-4-1 in fact. (Which may surprising considering he works in demolitions, but he’s not stupid enough to not wear ear protection of some kind). His deep, ferocious sounding growl and loud bark certainly makes him even more frightening too. He’d also die before he’d let someone even lay a finger on the people he cares about most. Fiercely loyal, and protective as all get out.

TBC—other parts are going up right after this—

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utilitycaster · 1 year ago

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🔥 about each member of the mighty nein (instead of sending you a million separate asks lol)

Fjord - this is actually the only character from all of Critical Role where if someone does not like that character I am immediately done with anything they have to say. Ashton and Vex are my favorites from C3 and C1 respectively but I get not being particularly into what they're doing even if I disagree, but like, if you don't like Fjord you either have no understanding of the idea of characters being defined by their settings and narratives and vice versa and therefore you have no media analysis statements worth hearing; or you made a snap judgement based on like 20 minutes of campaign 2.

Beau - I wish the circlet had gone to Veth; I liked Beau's arc a lot but she started as one of my favorites and was later surpassed by a number of other characters and I think it was in part because I liked her getting things the hard way and also doing more with the Cobalt Soul and Dairon than she ultimately ended up doing.

Caleb - I think I kind of covered it with my post about his trauma recently, namely, I think he's a fantastic character and Liam did a great job and also whenever someone acts like Caleb is objectively correct at all times or should have murdered everyone in the assembly it's a MASSIVE red flag.

Veth - weirdly unpopular in this fandom but I like her more as a halfling. Also, I actually think arcane trickster was a phenomenal fit for Sam mechanically even though he wants more spells and would love to see him do another 1/3rd or half caster.

Jester - I feel I've covered my main one repeatedly (people LOVED to talk about her agency and the second she kissed the wrong person she was suddenly a stupid baby girl who didn't know what was good for her) so I think my other one is that as with all of Laura's characters she is much more fun, especially early on, if you lean into the fact that she does say a lot of shit that makes people really uncomfortable or annoyed instead of trying to turn this into a SHE LOVES SO HARD AND NO ONE LISTENS because both can be true, your love can come out in ways that people are very annoyed by, this is how cats feel all the time actually, and so much of Jester's arc is figuring out how to share this love in a way that other people can appreciate without losing her own personality in the process.

Caduceus - I've also covered this a zillion times but I will say it again, Caduceus deflected so many attempts to check in with him and he does not want to like, fix Molaesmyr, he was not neglected, he was built out to be a character who was more of a low-key support guy and Taliesin did an incredible job with that.

Molly - honestly my unpopular opinion remains that I simply found him very well built and a great concept and also irritating as hell, and the Nein's response to him was valid but the fandom's post-death lionization was very tiresome. I'm genuinely not sure the party could have bonded the way they ultimately did if someone who was throwing around "enthrall" like that were still around.

Kingsley - now, while I don't mind if you dislike Kingsley, acting like Kingsley and Molly are the same character is actually equal to the not liking Fjord thing; that's an instant "this person's interpretations of media are so bad I am blocking so as to not accidentally see anything they have to say."

Yasha - I'm not sure I have any unpopular opinions? I do think she is at times underappreciated but I also think specifically she is, like Caleb, a victim of the terrible and weirdly common fandom idea that the only way to move on from abuse and horror is by killing everyone and everything that hurt you rather than rejecting violence and finding your own path and your own meaning.

Essek - sticking specifically to his role in the Nein, again, I love Essek and he is a member of the party and also he is an NPC and acting deeply offended that he doesn't get the same treatment in terms of comic books or merch or appearances in one-shots is very childish.

#answered #Anonymous #cr tag #unpopular opinions ask meme

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bunnytalksf1 · 6 months ago

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McLaren are fastest. So why do they keep losing out?

The general consensus for the duration of the triple header (since Monaco, for some people, who aruged that Piastri's fastest sectors proved that he could have taken pole with an "ideal" lap). For the purposes of this post I'm going to count Barcelona as the first race they were fastest.

So, what unravelled them? For the most part, it's Norris. He just can't seem to shake up under pressure, and it's costing them results bigtime. He started on pole in Barcelona, and a stupid, overly defensive move that pushed Verstappen onto the grass cost him two places when George Russell jumped down the outside and kamikaze'd his way into the lead. This was Norris' fault, he drove desperately, and made a very difficult job for himself to catch up later in the race, and ultimately couldn't do it. The gap to Verstappen was still two seconds, in the end.

I don't want to stoop to the lows of the stuff I'm seeing online about Norris, but what I will say is this: he seems to really struggle under pressure. This isn't just when he's in a championship fight, it was making the difference in the stint of races last year where McLaren had a competitive car. Qatar, where Piastri won the sprint, Lando had issues with track limits. The inability to keep cool under pressure really affects him in quali, and he tends to underdeliver. He's not a Leclerc, or a Verstappen in quali, where they push and push. I can handle a mediocre qualifier. His racecraft is more than enough to make up for it, and his overtakes are usually smooth and calculated.

Then we go to Austria. Verstappen is making the difference this whole weekend and starts the sprint from pole, Norris from P2. The McLaren is faster and by lap five, Norris was brave and lunged down the inside, but he got worse traction. He came from very far back, and his acceleration out of the corner was sub-optimal, allowing Verstappen AND Piastri to collect him in the next corner where he also ran wide. And then after that he got stuck behind Piastri, who is typically slower in race trim, and Verstappen checked out, losing the win. I do think in the sprint it was less of a indicator of Norris' lack of quality and more so an indicator of the quality of the racers around him in PIA and VER.

Same order for the GP. Norris started P2. Honestly, I turned the race off as Verstappen checked out and my ferrari heart couldn't handle the race after charles' lap one contact (lol, if only i knew about today!!) and then my friend turned around and showed me the george russell graphic, so I didn't watch this live. Clumsy racing from both VER and NOR cost both of their races, VER moving under braking and NOR with divebombs that were never going to work or stick.

The issue for me in Austria is that the damage to Norris' car was manageable to go back out and fight for points, which he sorely needed. He made the call to retire, as far as I'm aware. If I'm correct, he did have to pit twice regardless though, so I'm not sure if that was an influence. The decision to DNF cost them valuable points (even if the max was only two or four, he should've gone back out) and extended Verstappen's lead.

Now we go to Silverstone.

Honestly. A brilliant race. You can argue that Norris and Piastri both underdelivered slightly in quali, but Mercedes were rapid, and Hamilton (at Silverstone, at least, lol) and GR are phenomenal qualifiers. P3 for Norris, P5 for Piastri (after they screwed him with timings on his last Q3 run).

Here's where I'm going to criticise McLaren. Both Lando and Oscar did a phenomenal job today. By the time it was time to pit for inters, Lando and Oscar were P1 and P2, after mistakes from both Mercedes drivers. They then pitted Lando for inters from the lead and left Oscar out, and he lost position to both Mercs, Verstappen and Sainz. Working up to the last stint on slicks, oscar managed to pull back past Sainz, but Norris led the race.

Hamilton pit first, and went to the soft, with twelve laps left to go. The McLaren pit wall had already put Piastri onto the mediums at this stage and the team had all the data, and a new set of mediums. They then asked Norris which tyre he thought was best, and went on a used soft to "cover Hamilton". This, as most of the pundits have already pointed out, was the wrong call, and probably lost McLaren the race win. Norris blamed himself in the post-race media, but it's much less a driver issue here than it has been in previous race weekends.

McLaren has a long standing issue where they seem to over-rely on driver feedback rather than the data that they collect, which is frustrating to look at. The internet at large can be incredibly cruel, and its trendy to hate on Norris right now. Whilst I don't like him, nor rate him as highly as I do LEC/VER/HAM, he's definitely earnt his place on this grid and he's got some very good racecraft. Onto my point: Sochi 21 was NOT HIS FAULT. Controversial opinion, I'm aware. But as a team, you don't trust your drivers, particularly when your driver is a 20-year-old under immense pressure for his first race win in F1. The team had the data, it shouldn't have been a discussion. Pit for inters, pit for wets. Yes, Norris' attitude was awful, but Verstappen is similar with his engineer, and I can't blame him when he wanted it that badly. The team needs to take unequivocal responsibilty for its strategy, and rely less on dialogue with their drivers. They don't have the data. And today was a prime example of that.

Norris would have won today on the mediums. Piastri also could've been in the hunt had they double-stacked. But this is a problem that has existed for a long time and needs to be changed fundementally: the team has the data. Make the strategy decisions, and let them drive. It doesn't always cause them problems, but neither driver is used to fighting at the front and they need their team to lean on. That's the point of a strategy department.

Although Andrea Stella acknowledged much of this, so hopefully the only way is up?

#bunny talks f1 #f1

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warlocksass · 4 months ago

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All That Glitters

More porn. Enjoy✨

If you enjoy communication and dirty smut, you'll enjoy this. Also supernaturally large cocks. Basically just porn, with some plot padding around it. First time between Dragon and Treasure.

Heads up: NSFW, Explicit sexual content, M/M, Size difference, belly bulge, nipple play, coming untouched, dragon shifter, multiple orgasms, scent kink. Full tags on AO3 Words: 8,469

Sugar

The echoing retreating footsteps of Mx Diamante and Lloyd drove home just how empty the office was. Everyone else was at the event afterparty, but the four of them decided to have a private little celebration instead.

Now that the two went home it left Jade alone with-

“Refill?” Jade turned to Dragon leaning back against his desk, touching the crystal decanter of whiskey in question. He even tilted his head as he waited for a response.

Jade looked down at his - almost empty, that's a first- glass of whiskey before deciding against it.

“No, thank you, I think I've had enough.” He downed the rest of the liquid in one fluid motion feeling it burn down his throat.

“Did you change the brand? This doesn't taste as bad as it used to.” Jade stepped closer to Dragon, aiming to put his now empty glass down on the - very fancy and most likely solid wood - desk.

“Have been changing the brands for the past few months, thanks for noticing.” Dragon replied with a smile, his eyes never leaving Jade. “Wanted to see if I could find one you enjoyed.”

Jade was now standing right in front of him, the distance between them just on the edge of inappropriate with your boss.

“Well, you did it. How expensive is it?” Jade asked with a grin, getting one right back.

“Extremely. You have good taste.”

“I do.”

Jade put the glass down, leaning close to Dragon and staying there.

“So tell me, oh great Dragon of the Dark,” Jade suppressed a laugh as Dragon rolled his eyes at his full formal title “Do you want to be left alone?”

Dragon leaned close to him, still perched at the edge of the table. “By everybody else - yes. By you? Never.”

Jade felt a shiver run down his spine as Dragon's rumbling voice washed over him. His eyes held promises Jade was very interested in. He didn't bother raising his voice above a low tone. He tilted his head and watched Dragon for a moment.

“I'm waiting for someone to barge in and ruin the moment.” He grinned and Dragon chuckled.

It happened less than a week ago, Jade and Dragon were in a very similar, but reversed position, with Dragon advancing on Jade and Jade being very into it. They were extremely close to finally relieving some of the tension between them, both sexual and from planning this stupid event.

But then the door of the room burst open and the rest of Jade's team walked in and the moment was ruined.

To be fair, flirting in the middle of a conference room they were using to plan the upcoming fashion show while the rest of the team were out getting coffee was not the smartest decision. So maybe it was good they were interrupted, but Jade still moped for the rest of the day.

Jade saw Dragon move his hand out of the corner of his eye and then heard the door shut and the lock clicked. His shoulders shook with silent laughter as he leaned in to finally kiss Dragon.

Jade wrapped his arms around Dragon's neck as he leaned into the kiss. After months of thinking about it, finally getting to taste Dragon was phenomenal. He tilted his head and groaned as Dragon pressed closer and took over the kiss.

Jade sighed in pleasure as he felt Dragon lick his lips and opened for him. Dragon tasted like the whiskey they were just drinking and Jade was sure that even if he didn't like this bottle, he would have enjoyed the taste on Dragon's tongue.

Dragon growled as Jade pushed back into the kiss, but allowed Jade's tongue to explore him as well. Jade bit and sucked on Dragon's lower lip before jumping back at the sound of creaking wood.

He looked around in surprise before realizing that Dragon wasn't holding him, instead his fingers were gripping the solid wood desk he was leaning on. And the wood was starting to crack and break.

“I- wha- Oh.” He looked back up to see Dragon watching him. “Touch me, Dragon. Please.”

He was honestly expecting for Dragon's hands to immediately go to his ass. Jade wasn't stupid, he had seen Dragon looking, and even wore a pair of specific pants that made his ass look phenomenal when he knew he was going to see Dragon.

Something Jade counted as his personal achievement was hearing the glass in Dragon's hand crack that one time Jade bent over the desk to mark something on a coworker’s plans, putting his ass on display. When he turned back, Dragon's hand was empty, but now his personal bar set was lacking a glass.

So, Jade was expecting Dragon to immediately grip his ass, or maybe to even grab him by the waist and manhandle Jade onto the desk, which he would not be opposed to.

Instead, he's surprised when gentle hands cradled his face and Dragon dragged him into another kiss. This one less desperate and more about pleasure, their lips moving together as their bodies pressed close.

Jade groaned and gripped the lapels of Dragon's suit, melting into the kiss. Dragons fingers traced over his cheeks, over his jaw and down his neck, tilting Jades face to slot closer into their kiss.

Dragon's body was warm and sturdy as Jade pressed close, stepping in between Dragon's spread legs. He let Dragon lick inside his mouth and explore as a shiver ran down his back at the soft growl that rose from Dragon's throat. He could feel Dragon's palms gripping his waist, pressing him impossibly closer.

Dragon's palms were scorching on his skin, Jade's mesh shirt barely counting as a layer between them.

Dragon could surely feel the effects of the kiss on Jade as his tight pants got tighter, but Jade could also feel Dragon getting hard in his pants, so at least he wasn't alone in this predicament.

Dragon bit his bottom lip and broke the kiss, nipping down over Jade's jaw and kissing over his neck. Jade threw his head back in pleasure, giving Dragon more room.

His hips jumped on a particularly pleasurable bite on his neck and Jade moaned.

“Let me suck you off.” he still had barely enough control over his voice so it didn't sound like he was begging. Much.

Dragon chuckled as he kissed over a fresh bite and ground their hips together.

“I've wanted this for months, there is no way I'm wasting it to get a quick blowjob, as tempting as you are.” Jade was mesmerized by the growling quality Dragon's voice had, especially as he was now whispering directly in his ear while gripping his ass and grinding their hips.

He whimpered as Dragon continued. “What I want to do is take you home and take you apart on my bed. I want to hear your every moan and whimper as I figure out everything that makes you tick until you can't take it any more and come. And then do it all over again to see how many times you can take. How does that sound, pretty?”

Jade's head was still reeling at all the possibilities and all he managed to do was enthusiastically nod while shamelessly grinding himself on Dragon's clothed cock. If what he was feeling was right, Jade was in for a great night.

“I need a verbal response, dear.” Jade could hear the smirk in Dragon's words, his tone almost challenging.

Jade leaned back so he could look Dragon directly in his eyes and put on his best shy face. Looking up at Dragon through his eyelashes and biting his lip, Jade leaned back in close, stopping short of their lips touching.

“Oh, Dragon, please take me home. I need to feel you inside me.“ He punctuated his whisper by grinding slowly on Dragon's cock. He took a shuddering gasp before tilting his head and continuing: “Think you can make me come without touching myself? No one's ever managed, but I bet you could.” Another slow roll of his hips accompanied by Dragon's growl and fingers gripping his ass tight enough to leave bruises.

“Can't wait to feel all of you inside me. I'm a bit of a size queen, but I bet I'll be able to feel your cock in my throat as you fuck me. Are you gonna come inside me? Fill me up and make me smell like you, leave some bruises to mark your territory?” Jade was kind of cheating, he had looked up how dragons were in bed and what usually got them going.

And it was working wonderfully - Dragon's dark gaze was hot enough to burn and his fingers were gripping Jade desperately, almost like he was afraid Jade would try to move away.

As if.

Jade found himself sitting on the desk, their positions reversed with Dragon towering over him before he got kissed senseless. His legs wrapped around Dragon's waist as he moaned into the kiss and gripped Dragon's long dark hair.

He moved his hips with no shame, not caring if he came in them and ruined them before Dragon grabbed his hips and made him settle down. He looked almost feral as he broke the kiss and licked his lips.

“We're leaving. Now.” Jade grinned and hopped off the desk, more than ready to get naked with this man.

Dragon led Jade to the elevator with a possessive hand on his back and ushered them in, pressing the button for the underground parking. They didn't talk during the ride down, Dragon just buried his nose in Jade's hair and Jade basked in the gentle attention.

As soon as the car started and the driver put up the privacy screen Jade was in Dragon's lap. He pressed close, grinding on Dragon's clothed cock and shivered as Dragon gripped his ass and kissed him.

Dragon kissed with the fierceness his kind were known for, taking anything he wanted without pause. Jade opened his mouth wide and sucked on the tongue exploring his mouth and wondered how it would feel exploring a different part of him. He moaned and ground down on Dragon.

Jade wrapped his fingers in Dragon's thick hair and kissed back with everything he had as they started moving their hips together. Any longer and Jade would come in his pants like a teenager, but no one could judge him when he had this magnificent man under him.

As if sensing Jades approaching release, Dragon gripped his hips and made them stop. He pulled back with a grin on his face as Jade practically growled in disappointment.

“You taste divine, sweetheart. I can't wait to taste all of you.” Dragon punctuated his words by dragging his fingers up Jade's body, over his chest before gripping his chin and making eye contact. “Anything I should avoid doing? “

Jade was speechless for a second, his mind reeling at the question. That was a first.

“Don't tear my clothes.”

It was Dragon's turn to be speechless before he laughed. It was a lovely sound, Jade would like to hear it more often. Dragon kissed him tenderly.

“Of course, I'll be careful. Anything else?”

“Probably nothing you wouldn't expect. Just what are you planning tonight? Should I be worried?”

He really wasn't worried, Jade would probably be up to anything Dragon suggested at this point, which was probably not healthy, but he wasn't going to think about that.

Dragon leaned back in the leather seats and looked every bit the powerful creature that he was. A mighty dragon, the owner of several very successful businesses, in a very fancy car that was speeding through the city, with a pretty twink in his lap ready to fulfill his every desire. Jade shivered at the mental image, Dragon was quite the catch.

“I want to lay you out on my bed and eat you out until you're nice and stretched, hopefully after you've come at least once. Then I want to fuck you with my cock until you can't come anymore, how many times do you think that would take?”

Dragon leaned his head to the side as his eyes roamed all over Jade, as if he was really contemplating his question.

“At least two times.” Dragon's eyebrows rose up.

“Think we can do better than that, can't we?” A shiver ran all over Jade at the rumble of Dragon's voice, a threat and a promise at the same time.

“Can I suck you off at least?” Jade put on his best pleading eyes as he bit his bottom lip. He ran his fingers over Dragon's neck, over his shoulders and splayed them over his chest, leaning on him. He used his legs to lean up and down over Dragon, not grinding, but mimicking the motion of riding his cock.

“I've wanted to kneel for you for months, don't you want that too?” he could feel the hand on his hips tightening, but not stopping him. Jade continued to move, making sure to roll his body in a particularly sinful display, accidentally catching their cocks together and letting out a loud moan as he threw his head back.

“I want to have beard burn on my thighs by tomorrow, make sure I walk weird for a week so I'm reminded of you every step I take.” Jade ran one of his hands up his own body, fingers catching in the net of his see through shirt, making it ride up just slightly. He sucked on his finger on a particularly sinful roll of his body, making sure to just avoid Dragon's cock tenting his pants.

At this point he was teasing himself more than he was teasing Dragon.

Dragon jumped to kiss his exposed neck with fervor, biting and sucking marks into the exposed skin and Jade let out little breathy moans to encourage him. Just as he was about to start grinding their hips again, the car stopped and the driver knocked on the privacy screen.

He didn't even notice where they were. It looked like any other underground parking, but Jade wasn't paying much attention as Dragon guided him to an elevator.

Once inside, Dragon swiped a card on the number pad and pressed the top floor. Fancy.

Jade immediately dragged him into another kiss, almost climbing on him with the need to be closer. Dragon wasn't doing much to dissuade Jade's climbing efforts and even kind of encouraged him by gripping Jade's ass and almost raising him off the floor.

The elevator finally dinged softly and Jade separated from Dragon to make sure they weren't scandalizing any neighbors. But instead Dragon just put a possessive hand on his lower back and guided them out of the elevator into a hallway with only one set of heavy double doors on it.

Dragon led them through and Jade only took a glance around the shadowed space before he turned on Dragon and pressed him to the closed front door.

The kiss they shared was the filthiest so far and Jade couldn't stop the noises he made if he wanted to. He didn't want to anyways.

With a bite on Dragon's lower lip Jade started making his way down his chin and neck with little bites and kisses. His fingers expertly unbuttoned Dragon's dress shirt as his mouth kept wandering south before finally Jade was on his knees in front of Dragon.

He was so focused on getting to his knees that he didn't even notice that several lights illuminated the space around them, making it easier to see. Jade was glad for it once he turned his gaze away from Dragon's dark eyes to what was in front of him.

The bulge in front of him was sizeable, but Jade never backed down from a challenge. He pressed his lips to the clothed cock while looking back up at Dragon, who was watching him so intently his eyes looked entirely black.

Jade focused on the task in front of him and quickly undid the leather belt and unbuttoned the dress pants, opening them only enough to get closer to Dragon's straining cock. With only the underwear separating him from his goal, Jade licked over Dragon and moaned at the heat coming off him.

Dragon tensed and groaned, but never stopped him. He just put his hands in Jade's hair, not to control him, but just to keep them there. The light scratching of his fingers felt really nice, actually.

Slowly Jade peeled the underwear off Dragon until his cock sprang free. It was so big and lovely Jade almost fell in love. He didn't know if Dragon being circumcised was a cultural thing for dragons, but Jade wasn't about to ask.

He wrapped his hand around Dragon's cock, his fingers barely touching and kissed the sensitive head. Dragon tensed, but his hips didn't twitch, Jade kind of wanted to see what it would take to make him lose control.

His hand at the base of the lovely cock, Jade slowly licked the head, gathering the precum already forming there with a satisfied moan.

“Fuck. Yes. I want this whole thing inside of me.” Dragon groaned and Jade could hear a soft thud as he leaned his head back, but he was too focused on the cock to look up.

He started moving his hand slowly, exploring with the grip tightness and speed before he found a rhythm that made Dragon swear. He kept licking the fat head, letting saliva drip down the shaft to ease the movements of his hand.

Jade licked down the shaft, memorizing the vein bulging on the underside before kissing back up and sucking the tip in his mouth. Dragon swore again and the fingers in his hair tightened.

Jade started moving in earnest, moving his hand at a steady pace and bobbing his mouth over what he could fit inside. Slowly he got into the rhythm and started sucking Dragon deeper, getting more into his mouth before the head finally touched the back of his tongue. There was still a good bit of cock left, his hand still gripping the base.

It looked like Jade would have to remember how to deepthroat if he ever wanted to get the whole glorious thing inside him. He was about to start now, before Dragon growled and gripped his hair, stilling his head.

“Careful, don't want you going too far too fast.” He let Jade pull off and look up at him, the grip on his head firm, but not controlling.

“Careful isn't fun.” Jade was about to go back to enjoying himself before Dragon pulled him up, picked him up so his legs were wrapped around his waist, and carried him off deeper into the apartment.

“Stop pouting, you'll get to have your fun, I would just rather not ruin tonight by getting you hurt, don't you think?” Dragon was speaking directly into Jade's ear as Jade watched the walls pass around him. He would never find his way to the bedroom on his own.

“I'm not pouting.” He definitely was.

Dragon opened a set of heavy doors before walking into a dim room. Jade couldn't make out too much with the lights from the window.

A collection of candles scattered around the room lit up with an array of multicolored lights, illuminating the space just enough for Jade to make out what was happening. He didn't pay much attention to the room when he had Dragon's hot body pressed against him and could still feel that glorious cock poking at his backside as he was carried.

Jade found himself carefully deposited on a luxurious bed, looking up at Dragon. He got to enjoy the show as Dragon finished undressing, throwing his clothes carelessly on the floor, and stood gloriously naked in front of him. Jade knew exactly what those clothes cost and would have protested, but he had more pressing things right now.

He really was a marvel to look at, with a sculpted wide chest and a dark happy trail leading down to his straining cock. Dragon gripped it and gave a few demonstrative tugs, gathering the precum on his fingers before kneeling on the bed over Jade and offering them to him.

Jade took the fingers in his mouth and sucked, eyes never leaving Dragon's. He swirled his tongue around the digits, getting them clean before sucking them deeper in his mouth.

Dragon groaned before replacing the fingers in Jade's mouth with his tongue.

Dragon took great care in undressing Jade, not ripping a thing just as Jade told him to. He did throw all his clothes on the floor in the same pile where his own were, but Jade would care about that in the morning.

It was Dragon's turn to lean back and enjoy the view as his eyes roamed over Jade's body. Jade bit his lip and spread his legs, trying to entice Dragon to do something. Dragon's gentle fingers traced over Jade's calves, up his thighs and hips, where, yes, finger shaped bruises were starting to form, and stopped at Jade's waist, gripping. Dragon's hands weren't big enough for his fingers to actually touch as he gripped Jade's waist, but they sure felt like it.

Towering over Jade Dragon seemed even bigger than he usually did. Jade was fully covered by his body, Dragon's long hair falling in a curtain around them.

Jade tangled his fingers in Dragon's hair and pulled him down into a filthy kiss, arching his body to press into Dragon's for some friction. He was quickly pushed back down on the bed as Dragon put his palm on Jade's chest and pinned him down.

“You're a menace.” Dragon chuckled into the kiss before trailing kisses down Jade's throat and chest. As soon as he reached Jade's nipples Jade let out a shudder at the kisses and bites Dragon was attacking one with. Dragon immediately caught on and used the hand on Jade's chest to tease at the other nipple. Jade's fingers tightened in Dragon's hair as he writhed and moaned at the attention.

As soon as Dragon sucked a nipple into his mouth Jade was sure he was about to come just from that. His poor cock was weeping precum, so hard and straining against his stomach. But Jade was sure that if he tried to reach for it he would immediately be pinned to the bed, if not tied down to it. So all he could do was writhe and moan until Dragon deemed it appropriate to do something with his neglected cock.

He didn't have to wait long, as Dragon licked his way down Jade's body before finally licking a long stripe over Jade's leaking cock. If he hadn't held down Jade on the bed, he would have arched completely off the mattress at the feeling.

Dragon held onto Jade's hips, wrapping his arms around Jade's thighs as he laved at the cock in front of him, making the man jump and writhe on the bed, Jade's fingers wrapping in Dragon's hair as he held on for dear life.

He whined as Dragon finally leaned away and licked his lips like the cat that got the cream. Jade didn't get a chance to complain before Dragon dove back down, this time licking along Jade's balls and down to his hole. Jade could feel Dragon's breath ghosting over him and tensed in anticipation.

When Dragon finally licked over his pucker Jade almost sobbed at how turned on he was. Dragon was holding him tight and all Jade could do was lie down and take what he was given, but that didn't mean he didn't try to move his hips, and when that didn't work, he tried to move Dragon's head closer to him by his hair. The man just chuckled and continued to leisurely lavish at the hole in front of him, driving Jade mad.

Finally, Jade felt Dragon's tongue trying to penetrate him and he tried to relax as much as he could. He wanted to feel Dragon inside of him, it didn't matter what part at this point. He gasped as he felt that tongue bully its way inside him and stilled, loving the feeling. Even Dragon's tongue was enough to satisfy him at this point.

Dragon began to explore inside of him, licking and fucking him on his tongue. Jade could feel the tongue delve deeper than he thought a tongue should, but he was nearing cloud nine, so he wasn't going to complain. His neglected cock was weeping a puddle on his stomach, jumping with Jade's every aborted hip thrust.

This time he couldn't resist and started reaching for his poor cock, but stilled immediately as Dragon growled between his legs. His piercing gaze was focused on Jade's face as Jade felt his tongue leave him and immediately mourned the loss.

“Keep those pretty hands away from your cock sweetheart.”

“Dragon, please, I need to come so bad. You feel so amazing inside of me, but I need something on my cock. Make me come please.“ He wasn't above begging at this point, his poor cock jumped as if to prove his point.

“Don't worry, by the end of the night you won't be able to come anymore. But I need you to be good. Behave and I'll give you a reward.” Jade whined, but he couldn't resist Dragon's tempting rumble and wrapped his legs around his shoulders, his hands going back to Dragon's head.

Dragon chuckled darkly and kissed his inner thigh, his stubble immediately leaving a mark on the sensitive skin. “Good boy.” he grinned as he watched the full body shiver go over Jade before going back to kissing and licking at his hole.

All Jade could do was lie back and try not to go crazy as that sinful tongue delved back inside of him. He definitely squeezed Dragon's head between his thighs as the man kept exploring inside of him, but to be fair Dragon didn't seem to mind.

Dragon was kneading his ass with his fingers and Jade barely noticed when he summoned a bottle of lube to him. Jade was too busy writhing as Dragon attacked his prostate with his tongue. Jade wasn't sure if Dragon was trying to make him come just from his tongue, untouched, but he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea. It would certainly be an impressive feat.

He jumped as he felt a slick finger entering him next to the tongue, the stretch getting almost uncomfortable. It passed quickly enough and Jade was back to trying to ride Dragon's face into the sunset as a second finger entered him and Dragon started to move his fingers in time with his tongue.

Jade was reeling at the feeling of being stretched and so wet, his fingers now pulling on Dragon's hair.

“Fuck, yes. More.” he couldn't get enough of it, the slight pain of the stretch before it settled down into a feeling of fullness. But he knew he could take more and he wanted to feel like his body was at its limit, the pain of the stretch barely fading and melting into pleasure.

Dragon rumbled and it reverberated through Jade, making him moan. Then he added a third finger and scissored them wide, stretching Jade and fucking his fingers inside him.

Dragon pulled his tongue out, Jade whimpering at the emptiness and added a fourth finger as his lips wrapped around the weeping cock head. That's all it took for Jade to immediately come. Dragon sucked on the sensitive cock and continued to finger Jade and tease his prostate in order to prolong his orgasm. Jade lost sense of time for a second, as everything went white and he was washed in pleasure.

Once he finally came down from it, Dragon was still licking over his sensitive and now softening cock, his fingers still inside Jade.

Jade whined pitifully, barely any energy to spare after that orgasm, but the night was obviously not over. He wanted Dragon's cock inside him and he wouldn't rest until he got it.

Dragon finally let up from his sensitive cock, but didn't stop his fingers pumping inside Jade, stretching him further. He sat up, catching Jade's knees over his elbows as he watched Jade with intense eyes.

Jade bit his lip as he looked back.

“I want your cock.” Dragon chuckled warmly before leaning over Jade, practically bending him in half.

“That was lovely, you make the most delicious sounds when you come.” He licked his lips in an obvious show. “And you taste absolutely divine. Might have to just keep you here so I can always have a taste.” Jade whimpered and leaned his head to the side as Dragon punctuated his words with a slow lick over his neck before biting just undrer his chin.

Wouldn't that be fun - just to be a pretty little sex doll for this man. Jade considered the fantasy for a second before Dragon broke him out of it with a pointed pump of his fingers.

“I'll feel even better on your cock, you know.” Jade reached fpor Dragon's cock and reveled at the heavy weight in his hand again. The man was impressive, the girth would be worth awe alone, but he was also long and heavy, twitching at the touch of Jade's fingers.

As he watched, a bead of precum dropped down from the head and Jade scooped it up with his fingers, jerking Dragon off.

Dragon groaned in his ear and matched the fingers in his ass to Jade's movements. Jade was gasping now, barely recovered from his orgasm. His cock was twitching and getting hard again, back with the program.

Jade was about to try and guide Dragon inside himself before he found himself in switched positions, kneeling over the man as Dragon laid back on his bed. Dragon guided him to sit in his lap, their cocks rubbing together as he pulled his fingers from Jade's ass and wrapped them around both of their cocks.

“You're going to ride me. You showed off in the car and looked so pretty, I want to see you ride my cock and make yourself come.”

Jade was immediately on board with the plan, shifting so he was kneeling above Dragon's cock. He took it in hand and guided it to his hole as he slowly sank down.

Jade kind of wanted to just sit in one fluid motion and have the whole glorious thing inside him, but Dragon was holding him by his waist, preventing exactly that. So Jade got to experience inch after lovely inch of that magnificent cock sinking inside of him until he was fully seated on Dragon's lap.

They were both panting at the feeling, the stretch of his ass more than Dragon's fingers were stretching him and Jade basked in the feeling of fullness for a few moments. Jade wasn't really looking at anything, his eyesight unfocused as his body got adjusted to being penetrated. When he finally focused his eyes on Dragon, the man was already looking at him, his gaze intense and scorching hot.

Finally feeling settled enough to move, Jade slowly knelt up before sliding down, loving the feeling of Dragon's cock rubbing on his walls. He got lost in the steady rhythm of riding Dragon like that, the sweat making their bodies slap together with an obscene sound, making it all hotter.

Jade moaned loudly, rolling his body on a slide down, trailing his own fingers over his hips, avoiding his cock like he was told to, over his waist and chest, only stopping for a moment to play and tease his sensitive nipples, before teasing his finger over his shoulders and his neck, throwing back his head in a moan before scratching over his scalp.

Jade sped his pace up as he sucked on his own finger, saliva trailing down his chin, but he didn't care. His other hand trailed down to play with his nipple, pinching and twisting the rose bud until it was red and sensitive, and then doing it some more, enjoying the twist of pain before it melted into relief.

He kept changing the angle, hoping to find that perfect one that would hit his prostate every time, and screamed as he found it, his hips jumping faster to bully that one spot. Dragon chuckled and grabbed his waist before ramming his hips up just as Jade was sliding down, hitting his prostate spot on.

He battered that spot relentlessly, Jade's cock weeping precum constantly. He gripped Dragon's forearms as he held on for dear life, his hips moving as if on their own as Dragon kept fucking up inside of him.

Jade was constantly whining now, all he could think about was how much he needed to come, even though he just had. A stream of “Please” and “Fuck” and “Dragon” joned his whines, but that seemed to only spur the man on, as he forced Jade down on his cock with intense concentration.

Jade's nails dug into Dragon's forearms as his second orgasm of the night was bullied out of him. His whole body tensed as Dragon forced him down again, his cock pressing into the battered prostate, making Jade jerk and another dribble of come to shoot out of his tired cock.

Jade swayed and Dragon caught him in an embrace, kissing his head and whispering sweet things in his ear. Jade felt like he was floating in pleasure, his orgasm lasting much longer than his first one. His whole body relaxed in Dragon's arms, he felt like putty. Dragon poured him onto the bed, adjusting so he could lie down comfortably.

Dragon watched as Jade came back online with endless patience, even as his own cock was straining between his legs. As soon as he saw that Jade was coherent, he cocked his head to the side.

“Still good to keep going?” Jade didn't have the brain capacity to answer with his words, but he nodded enthusiastically and made a grabbing motion with his hands.

Dragon chuckled and shook his head in amusement before grabbing one of the pillows and putting it under Jade's hips. He manhandled Jade's body like it weighed nothing and Jade didn't have to do anything.

This position put Jade's loose hole at the perfect height for Dragon's cock tip to rest. Dragon teased the hole with his cock and Jade could feel how loose he was, the tip barely felt like anything as Dragon dipped it inside and pulled back out.

Jade watched in fascination as Dragon covered his cock with more lube before slowly sinking the whole glorious length inside Jade's loose hole in one fluid motion. Jade panted at the fullness, loving the feeling. If it wouldn't make him so horny, he would walk around with a plug all the time just so he could feel a fraction of this.

He felt so serene with Dragon's cock stretching him out, it was like he had an off switch deep inside him and Dragon pressed it with the tip of his cock.

Dragon brought him back out of his musings with gentle hands roaming over his body, pinching his nipples, before going back to petting all over him.

“You've been so good, I think you deserve a reward.” He ground his hips into Jade's and it almost felt like his cock got bigger. That wasn't possible though, right?

“Did you know most dragons can shapeshift?” he moved his hips again, and this time Jade could definitely feel the stretch of his cock inside. “And particularly talented dragons can choose to shapeshift just one part of their body…” Dragon groaned and held Jade's hips in place as yes, his cock kept growing inside of Jade.

Jade laid back in awe as the cock inside him kept growing, the pain of getting stretched coming back and lighting his whole body in pleasure.

“How's that, darling? You said you're a size queen, is that enough to satisfy you?” Dragon looked amused as he trailed gentle fingers over Jade's jaw. Jade opened his mouth and Dragon immediately put two of his fingers inside with a delighted grin.

When Dragon finally moved, Jade swore he could feel the cock in his throat. He was so full his stomach was denting out slightly and he couldn't stop looking at it as Dragon slowly pulled his monster of a cock out and then slowly pushed back in. He kept sucking on the fingers in his mouth, moaning around them and getting spit all over his chin as he felt his mind going blank and relaxed as he got filled to the brim.

All he could think of was the amazing drag of cock inside him, the fingers fucking his mouth making him gag from time to time as they reached his throat and Dragon's big hand on his hip, keeping him steady and in place. If not for those three points of contact, Jade feared he would have floated away in pleasure and never came back.

He didn't even notice that his cock was hard again, that he was constantly whining now or that he was gripping the sheets so hard, that if they were of any lower quality, they would be shredded even by his human hands.

He whined pitifully as Dragon pulled his fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them until it broke. And then whined again as Dragon wrapped the wet fingers around Jade's red cock and started to jerk him off, matching the movement of his hips.

Jade shuddered and whined, his hips jerking at the overstimulation, but Dragon didn't let off until, finally, Jade screamed in pleasure, his cock spurting a few drops of cum. Dragon's hips were unrelenting, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the room. Jade was so relaxed in his afterglow that Dragon could shift their positions and get even deeper, making electricity zap through Jade's whole body.

He wanted to pass out from the pleasure, but even more than that he wanted to watch Dragon come and fill him up. Jade moaned loudly.

“Fuck, yes. So good. Going to come inside me? Fill me up until I'm dripping with you? Going to smell like you for days even if I shower with how deep inside you are.” Jade rested a hand on the bump forming on his body every time Dragon filled him up.

“Please fill me up, want feel it all inside me. Want to feel it drip out of me no matter how long it's been.” His voice was tired from all the moaning and screaming, but that just added to the effect. Any more talking and he would turn himself on again and tonight would never end.

Before Jade could contemplate if he could actually go for another round, Dragon gripped his hips and slammed as deep as he could before stilling. Jade could feel his cock twitch inside of him and he expected the rush of come, but what he didn't expect was the temperature of it.

He really should have, he was fucking a dragon after all. The come inside him was hot, not scorching, but also it wouldn't be pleasant if he wasn't into pain. As it was, he was enjoying the slight stinging inside him before it settled in a more warm than normal, but comfortable temperature inside his body. And he was right, Dragon was coming so much it was starting to seep out around him and down his ass onto the pillow.

Jade kind of wished Dragon would plug him up so he could keep that inside for longer. He really was a perverted bastard.

Dragon leaned over him, covering Jade's body with his own and nuzzling his neck. It was a very tender gesture and Jade reveled in the feeling. He turned his head in hopes of getting more kisses and Dragon immediately latched onto his lips.

This time the kiss wasn't feverish or hectic, just a pleasant lip lock, both of them simply enjoying each other. Jade felt Dragon twitch inside him again and moaned at the last spurt of hot come inside him.

“So you come lava? I can work with that.” Dragon chuckled in his ear.

“Yes, I can smell how much you like that.” and he dragged his nose along Jade's neck again, breathing in deeply. Jade blushed at being caught, but didn't try to deny.

He was basking in the afterglow, enjoying Dragon's gentle hands on his body when he felt the cock inside him shrink and the come that was plugged inside came rushing out around it.

He groaned and shifted at the feeling before gasping as Dragon pulled out his softening cock from his loose hole and even more came trickling out. Dragon's fingers immediately went to his hole, pushing the trickling come back inside. Jade let Dragon play with his own mess for a while before it got too much.

“I want a shower, I'm all sticky.” he whined and Dragon raised an eyebrow before licking some of Jade's come from his stomach while keeping eye contact.

Jade laughed “Ew, what are you a cat? Come on, let me shower and sleep and then I'll be up for another round.”

Dragon grumbled, but showed him to the en suite with a shower with more options that should be possible. After showing Jade how to operate the handles that seemed to need an engineering degree Dragon gave Jade some privacy and left. Jade watched his very attractive ass as he walked away.

Feeling fresh and showered, Jade came back to the bedroom to a set of clean sheets on the bed and Dragon walking in with a glass of water and a plate of fresh orange slices that were deposited into his hands with an expectant look from Dragon.

Jade has never been so amused at one of his bed partners, but seeing this side of Dragon kind of made him want to get on his knees and blow him right there. Dragon raised an eyebrow as if reading his mind.

Finally, after finishing his water and fruit, Jade fell into the bed and expected to immediately pass out. What surprised him was that not only Dragon joined him immediately, but that he wrapped himself close to Jade, tucking his nose in the crook of his neck.

Usually Jade would have felt suffocated, or overwhelmed at being touched this way, but with Dragon he just felt.. Calm. Relaxed.

So he passed out immediately after settling closer to the man.

Waking up next to a furnace was unexpected, but not entirely unpleasant. Apparently Jade moved during the night, but Dragon didn't let him get far and still ended up wrapped around him, just this time with Jade's face in Dragon's neck and Dragon's face buried in Jade's hair.

Dragon was breathing deeply, his arms wrapped around Jade's waist and Jade took a moment to breathe in the scent of him. A night of sex and sleep washed away any unnatural scents and Jade got to enjoy Dragon's natural scent. He rubbed his nose on the man's neck like Dragon did to him countless times last night and found that he really enjoyed the motion, it somehow was both tender and claiming at the same time.

Jade had no idea what time it was, but judging by the sun streaming in through the windows, it had to be almost noon. He'd slept way later than he usually would, but then again, he had a very late and taxing night.

Trying not to wake Dragon, Jade took stock of his body and found himself way less stiff and hurting than he expected. His ass was, obviously, very tender, but right now it wasn't so bad. He might change his mind as soon as he moved though.

Not feeling like he was going to get back to sleep, but seeing that Dragon was still very much out of it, Jade carefully extracted himself from the human shaped furnace and went hunting for something to put on.

Sleeping naked was fine, lounging around an unfamiliar home was not, even for Jade.

Finding his underwear Jade pulled it on, but instead of his own mesh shirt from last night, he found Dragon's dress shirt and pulled it on instead. Looking to check that Dragon was still asleep Jade sniffed the collar and was delighted to be surrounded by Dragon's scent. A mix of his own natural scent, his cologne and even some sweat. It made Jade's mouth water.

Deciding not to wake the sleeping dragon, Jade ventured off into the bathroom to clean himself up after sleeping and then tiptoed back through the bedroom, finding his phone, and into the rest of the apartment.

Or, rather, the mansion, Jade amended as he saw the size of the hallway in front of him.

He vaguely remembered the direction they came last night, though Jade was kind of distracted and didn't really see where they were going. He wandered down the empty hallway, not peeking into the many rooms he passed. He didn't want to find out he was in a Bluebeard situation right now.

Finally reaching the grand staircase he balked at the view that opened for him.

From the top of the staircase he could see into the main living area and through the massive arched windows into the city. The walls were high and only some were covered in clean plaster decorated in tasteful art. Others were left as clean and heavy looking stone blocks.

As he descended the stairs he could see more of the living area and could see the huge fireplace taking up space on the back wall. Jade was pretty sure he could stand inside of it comfortably. The area was separated into several seating areas, all with a designated purpose. The largest one focused on the massive fireplace, heavy sofas and loveseats turned to it and each other.

There was a smaller seating area focused on a massive TV screen and an even smaller two seater next to the windows, obviously meant to be a very scenic seat.

Jade walked up to one of the massive windows, a heavy curtain framing it from ceiling to the dark wood floors. The view was magnificent. Jade was pretty sure he knew which building this was, just because the architecture was unique and he could recognize it. He could see for miles and miles of the city and even the far off mountains that framed the horizon.

Breaking out of his reverie Jade walked off in search of the kitchen and, hopefully, coffee.

Finding the kitchen wasn't that hard, the double french doors leading straight into it along with the seating bar and dining area.

The kitchen was just as opulent as the rest of the house, with shiny appliances and marble countertops. Thankfully hunting down a cup and some coffee for the fancy coffee machine was not hard, and it didn't take too long for Jade to figure out how to work with the massive appliance to give him some coffee. Working as a barista all those years ago paid off as he sat down at the high bar with a fresh cup of coffee to check his phone.

It took him a better part of an hour to catch up with all his notifications - lots of people congratulating him on the successful event, people tagging him in pictures and commenting under them, Jade had to make sure all the pictures were on brand and he wasn't caught in any weird poses. He saved a particularly nice picture of him standing next to Dragon, oblivious of the camera, engrossed in their own conversation.

He was reading through his emails when strong arms wrapped around him and a nose was buried at the back of his head with a grumble.

“Well good morning to you too.” Jade didn't get an answer as Dragon just continued to smell his hair and let out inhuman grumbles. Jade wasn't sure he was actually awake and not sleep walking. He held on to the hands wrapped around him and leaned back into the embrace.

“We slept through half of the day, but I suppose that's expected given our late night. Would you like some coffee? I don't do breakfast, but I've been told I make excellent coffee.” he was babbling a bit, but Dragon didn't seem to mind much, content to just stand there and hug Jade as he slowly woke up.

Finally Dragon let go and rumbled a quiet “Coffee would be good.” before sitting down next to Jade on the high chair and putting his face in his hands folded over the bar top.

Jade snorted in amusement before walking around to the kitchen area and starting up the coffee machine. He was almost finished when he feld Dragon's gaze on him, but refused to turn around and get distracted. Fresh coffee cup in hand, he turned around only to be met with Dragon's steady gaze on him.

“You're wearing my shirt.” it wasn't a question or anything, just a statement. Jade shrugged and gave Dragon his coffee before settling down in his previous seat.

He wasn't really thinking about anything, just lost in his own thoughts as he got surprised by lips kissing his neck and Dragon dragging his nose from his shoulder to his ear and back down.

“You smell lovely. Smell like me.” Jade wasn't sure if he imagined the growl on that last part.

“I bet I do, after last night.” he found that he quite liked the idea. He really liked the growl he got in return.

“Breakfast, then I'm taking you back to bed.”

Dragon stood up and Jade watched as he got prepared to cook something, wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers.

“Hey, question, did you make your tongue bigger last night?” Jade watched a smirk appear on Dragon's face, but got no other answer in return.

“Because I think I'd like for you to fuck me with that, see if you can make me come just from riding your tongue? The beard burn you gave me last night isn't too bad today and I remember specifically telling you I want to feel that for days.”

He was fidgeting with the cuffs of the shirt and not looking at Dragon as he talked before steady fingers on his chin interrupted him. He looked up into Dragon's heated gaze and squeaked into the searing kiss he received, full of biting and tongue.

“Food first, then I'll make sure you're walking funny for a week.”

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roxannepolice · 9 months ago

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Masters, coyotes and reset buttons

Ok, so this has been going after me for a few months now and probably won't end up as coherent as I'd like it to, but this is also a warm up for finally fixing that stupid article that everyone tells me is good but has been halted by journal paperwork since 2020, so... As always, because there be salt, putting everything under a cut.

There's been this debate on whether the Master should be given a break from appearing for a while and, as always, it's usually taken somewhat hostile as an attack on the character or a particular actor (which. look if this was about acting skills BBC should have never moved from sir Derek Jacobi, period). And I would say the problem lies entirely elsewhere. Namely, circularity vs. linearity.

There has always been a mythical or commedia dell'arte element to the whole concept of regeneration, an archetypal thing in characters going by titles as names and having a certain set of characterisics and narrative functions that go along with those. Hell, commedia dell'arte even has a literal "Il Dottore" whose whole thing is embodying science and education - more often than not mockingly. When you employ Zeus rather than Poseidon in your story that's probably because there be weird sex rather than disproportionate fury. When you choose a paladin class in your rpg that's because you're going to have different skills and make different choices than if you were a rogue. Galahad and Lancelot will go on completely different journeys of nunnery/brothel and rescuing a prince from forced marriage even while they both seek the Holy Grail. When you want your children to have different properties you'll use your mantra to invoke four different gods.

The thing about archetypes, though, is that they are, literally, timeless. Or better yet, outside of time. But stories, narratives are, by nature, linear and timed. There's the beggining, the middle and the end. And of course, the whole fun is toying with the archetype, tweaking and reinterpreting them in specific contexts and stories. And DW has been doing a phenomenal job of it throughout its history, even if occasional nitpicks can be made. Classic Who was perhaps more circular and repeating in its storytelling and - sorry, posession by Marshall McLuhan - this makes sense in a medium where a story airs just a couple of times. There were arcs for each Doctor, though significantly more so for companions. NuWho became much more clear in this, but still mostly managed to keep a neat balance between the timelessness and timeliness.

Take the Saxon's story, which is what kickstarted me spilling here. Not to come off as a canon snob, but I think if he was an introduction to the character it may not be clear just how shocking him dying on the Valiant was. This is the character that was a skeleton, a gooey body snatching snake and a cat to go on living, and has been the Doctor's prisoner, in fact begging them to save them. Ten is 100% justified in his assumption that he'd never kill himself. His death introduced a major shift to their dynamic, especially when framed as fuelled by hatred. The finale in EoT is largely a return from this shift. No, the Doctor didn't only care for the Master because he wanted another Time Lord. No, the Master doesn't wholeheartedly hate the Doctor. They can and will always cooperate when there's a common enemy. As has been the case throughout all of Classic Who.

Enter Moffat era. Now, it's a bit of a cliche to say Moffat is a better episode writer than showrunner, but it being cliche does not make it incorrect. His poetic definitely works better when there's an ending, a specific goal in sight. In singular episodes this works like a charm. It worked terrifically in season 5. But later on there definitely came this element of "keep watching, because this is all heading somewhere, trust me". And all too often the answer was proving less interesting than the question. This was particularly clear in seasons 7-9, with return to Gallifrey being hyped up repeatedly, only to fianlly fall flat. And I guess Moffat realised that and decided to go for a soft reboot in season 10.

Which brings me to Missy and redemption arcs. Now, in our completely not puritan era there's way too much talk of whether characters deserve redemption, and what would account for a redemption, and how that differs between different legal systems, and too little appreciation that redemption narrative is as linear as they get. You get the starting point of sin and have a clear goal of that sin being repaid or undone. Sure, you can dig into that, and question that, and reinterpret that, and cynically cut that, but it always relies on that clear line. And it's obvious that Moffat was aware of how linear he wanted Missy, and indeed the Master in general, to be. The fucking text says that: "where we've always been going". The disagreement is only what that where is. Now, if the story was meant to be lieanr, then it really does make infinitelly more sense to view the events of EoT as a turning point in the thoschei relationship, but the story explicitly shuts that down. Nah, it was more infitely more important to have the initial sin embodied to be killed in the ultimate act of redemption. #symbolism

A slight tangent here. I know that the original plan for Delgado!Master was to have a redemption arc where he sarcifices himself for the Doctor, so I guess it can be argued this was indeed where the story was going all along. But things turned out how they did and people generally don't introduce Moriarty into their sherlockiana to have no actual screentime (literal or metaphorical), as was the original plan.

Aaaand then there's Spymaster. I've seen dozens of explanations of why he is the way he is, and whether that follows logically from Missy's story or not, and whether he might be before her, and whether he undoes her redemption, and blah blah, but the bitter truth is: Chibs hit the reset button. He hit it hard. No, we are not meant to keep in mind the events of s10 when we analyze the spydoc relationship. Again, a comparison to Moffat explicitly bringing up the events of EoT with Saxon, if only to brush them aside as meaningless for both parties. More importantly, if those were meant to affect Thirteen's hostile attitude towards the Master, then she shouldn't have been so shocked with his appearance. She might be surprised he regenerated, but like the whole reason for bitterness over being abandoned would go along with the expectation the Master did survive, that's why they left Twelve in the first place ffs. So, it would look like Chibnall tried to go back to a circular status quo after a linear redemption, and that's certainly what the writing thinks it's doing. Except now that the whole TTC can of worms has been opened, the relationship is deeply imbalanced. Imbalanced in a way that cannot be easily undone. Like, I know the fandom is trying to frame the Master's sense of inferiority as somehow mistaken and fanon!Thirteen certainly thinks so, but that's not what the text is saying. There is a misundertanding going on here, but a misunderstanding that goes on unresolved gets tiresome and frankly masochistic pretty fast. Either the Master should get to the point of understanding that the Doctor is not inherently superior to them because of past or magic of friendship and that they're Kenough, or accept the Doctor as their lord and saviour and martyred god who died so they may live and spend the rest of their days as a lapdog. Which, I understand the fandom may enjoy, but doesn't make for a very exciting story. So yes, there's definitely a linear narrative going on here. One that does need some time in a fridge and exposition of how the Doctor themself feels about their relationship before the character is brought back. Right now we are not in the The clown always gets up again, no matter how often he has been knocked down paradigm only No clowns were funny. That was the whole purpose of a clown. People laughed at clowns, but only out of nervousness. The point of clowns was that, after watching them, anything else that happened seemed enjoyable. It was nice to know there was someone worse off than you. Someone had to be the butt of the world.

Butbutbut, of course, what about Ainley!Master being brought back again and again seemlessly? That's just the thing - Ainley!Master existed in a completely different poetic. He was purely circular. He was the most circular of the Masters. He was as circular as you can get without actually being a cartoon coyote who only falls down when he realises he's midair. I'm not entirely ironic here - there is an inherent trickster element to the Master as a character! Perhaps more Goethe's Mephistopheles that Native Americans' Coyote, but between constanct scheming, shapeshifting and falling into the pits they've dug the elements are all there. And a trickster either endlessly travels between Olympus, Earth and Hades or gets killed by Heimdall.

And before a gotcha of me insanely hoping for a Saxon cameo either in the 60th anniversary or, that being off the table, somehow meeting Fourteen - yeah, in an anti-linear bubble. I've seen speculations that RTD wants to do another soft reboot, hence there's no knowing what Master will pop out of that tooth. As far as I wouldn't like it to be one of pre-Delgado Masters and for the record I wouldn't mind if it is Spymaster!, there's definitely something to the idea there's a soft reboot in The Giggle, with the Doctor "going home". Because you don't necessarily want to know what Odysseus' tax policies were once he reached Ithaka, but you do want to know that he's been a year on Circe's island.

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