incidentally canon divergent [i don't keep up with supplementary material]
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presented by dan [31M he/him/they]
est 2013
avatar by rneowish [deactivated]
Rules
mun and muse have very different opinions about many things, please show me the good faith you'd expect from someone else
under 18 DNI [violence, suggestive themes, smut etc]
no godmodding, if you need muse to do something clear it with me first
You gotta be woke
proship
if you even breathe on AI i will literally kill you
Random preferences etc under the cut
prefer 1-2 paragraph pace
i don't do purple prose, extensive formatting, or icons/graphics
For crossovers, strongly prefer fleshed out AUs organically integrating the characters into the setting over transmigration/isekai
prefer one thread per partner with consistent replies to progress the action and resolve the narrative, let me know if you generally take more than 24 hrs to reply
I usually include firearms as part of my portrayal of the world. let me know if that doesn't jive with you
Default places to meet Iroh around Republic City
Friends and family of the Teams Avatar might find him relaxing at Air Temple Island
Associates of rich and famous people like Varrick and Asami Sato might catch him at one of their galas and soirees
Leaders, diplomats, and politicians might run into him getting down to business in government offices
Athletic characters can measure swords at the gym where his fencing club meets
Others so inclined may find him treating himself at the fanciest tea houses, restaurants, and spas in town
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It was almost a fun game she liked to play, how far she could push him until he told her to stop. She hadn't hit that point yet and she hoped she could toe the line well enough that it never happened. Something about him, tall, successful, broad shouldered and important, made it all the more fun to wrap him even further around her fingers. Maybe literally one day.
She let him wonder. How much of what she said was the truth and how much was her taunting him, making him squirm. Finding all of his buttons to push was her favorite part of it all. Well, one of her favorite parts.
Leading him into his own penthouse, up his own stairs, into his own bedroom, shoving him down on his own bed? Taking the panties from his hand and pressing them against his lips with a soft, "open up darling,"? That had to be her favorite part.
"Keep them in, and keep your hands to yourself. I'll give you your reward, before anyone else sees it."
He regarded his place with new eyes, following after Kate; it almost felt like she was showing him around her place, so different from the usual routine when he had a lady over.
This wasn't exactly his first go with Kate; by now he trusted she knew what she was doing here if nowhere else, so when she bid him lay back and part his lips, he did so without delay, taking the gift he'd inadvertently gotten her. He wondered idly if she was ever going to tell him, or if he was just going to find the charge on his card statement at the end of the month.
Her lingerie filled his mouth with a familiar taste and scent, confirming indeed it was more than just sweat suffusing the silk, not that it was a surprise.
He couldn't exactly talk with 500$ in silk stuffed in his mouth, so he gave a slow nod, gathering the sheets in his grip. Christ, if this wasn't the reward, what was?
It was almost cute how he tried to pretend he didn't care one way or another. The splotch of red burning high on his cheeks and curling into the tips of his ears is more than enough to tip her off, let alone the sharpness of his tone. Riling him up was too much fun.
She keeps his jacket as she slides back into his car, snuggling into the warmth of it and indulging in a deep inhale of his cologne still clinging to the fabric. Silence hangs for a moment, Kate lets him stew in his feigned indifference for as long as she can handle it. "Only if you promise to keep your eyes on the road, okay?"
Without waiting for any kind of confirmation, she slides her hands under her dress, keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn't peek and shimmying her underwear down her legs and off her feet. She takes his right hand in hers and curls his fingers around the fabric.
Hiro heard the side of fabric on flesh, death-gripping the steering wheel to keep his focus away from her; he said he wasn't going to peak. Besides, the car was too dark for a good look anyway, and no one here (or anywhere, to hear him tell it) knew how to drive. Maybe it was for the best, his other senses heightening in response. He let her take his hand.
His breath hitched. Feeling the silk and lace on his fingertips sent shivers up his spine, all the more so for the damp traces of . . . sweat from a long night of clubbing and whatever else she got up to late on saturday nights in a dress like that. He didn't know how much her earlier questions had been teasing. He wondered if he even wanted to.
"You make good use of it."
A couple minuets more and they were parking under his building, making that familiar elevator trip up.
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Hiro was used to waking up quickly. When he got the call from the hospital -Kate, high speed sideswipe, hit and run, cuts and bruises plus a nasty concussion- in the dead of night, he was dressed and out the door in minutes, rubbing his eyes at the red lights. He wasn't getting any younger.
He ran a hand through his hair to straighten it out before approaching the receptionist, following her direrctions to Kate's room.
"You do so love ringing me up at 1 AM, don't you?" he asked, the raised eyebrow and annoyance in his tone doing little to cover up the concern in his voice.
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A smile slides its way onto her lips at the edge in his tone. Not friendly, all teeth. A shark watching her prey. "Would you be mad if I said I danced all night and let boys buy me drinks?" She leaned into his space before they left his car, "what if I said I slept with someone there? Would you be angry?"
Before he can answer she's outside, demanding his jacket and browsing the menu before making her selection. When they got back into one of the fanciest cars Kate had ever been in, she looks up at him through her lashes. "Do you want a hint about your reward?"
Hiro rolled his eyes at her teasing; they weren't anything beyond business partners and friends who maybe hooked up sometimes, what kind of rise was she trying to get out of him?
"It's not like that," he snapped back, a little too insistent, but she was already headed in by then. Nevertheless, his complexion was light enough that in better lighting, one could see color rising in his cheeks as the door cut off his train of thought.
He wasn't surprised she wanted his jacket with her whole back out like that, and waiting for their order gave him a moment to cool off before rejoining her in the car. Her time out on the west coast had roughened her edges, but when she practically batted her eyes at him in that dress, he could see the east coast socialite she used to be.
"Sure, if you're offering."
Lest he appear too desperate, he put the car in gear and pulled out of his spot, rolling back towards his place.
It had to be a Porsche, she thought. She blows a sarcastic kiss to the men who'd been eyeballing her in her dress before flipping them off and getting into the car. "So tacos? Then reward for saving me."
"That's the plan." He knew she could handle herself on the streets, but being alone this late with other guys looking at her in a dress like thatt set him on edge. "You have fun?" he asked, regarding the dress, "before your friends ditched you, anyway."
The spot was only a few minutes away; he parked to go in with her and place his order, curious to see how she followed up on her promise.
"Greedy boy." She grins down at his glazed expression. It really was a miracle that she was able to find someone that matched what she wanted so perfectly. Men a lot of the time tended to scoff at the things she wanted, finding Hiro who eagerly went along with her prompting? He was perfect.
Her free hand braces against his shoulder, putting pressure against him to hold him still. Being bigger than her, he absolutely could throw her off if he wanted to but she trusted that he wouldn't. And maybe if she teases him for a moment, dropping lower and rolling her hips against him before coming back up to hover over him? That's between them.
"You want more?" Her thumb presses harder against his tongue, dropping his jaw even further. "Cause it didnt sound like there was a please there. Ask nicely for the things you want, baby."
Hiro purred softly at the chastisement, all but melting at the mishevious grin on her face. She knew to press the advantage, rather than rest on her laurels. Any calculation of physics would show how easily he could escape from under her, but it would be so much hot air when he couldn't even imagine attempting it, not with her hips grinding down onto him and his eagerly returning the gesture, not with her voice still rattling around inside his brain. That was the fruit of her sheer audacity.
His tongue slipped out from under her thumb, but he could only pray she'd forgive him based on what he had to say next, what she all but demanded he say next. For someone used to being given things, or as often maneuvering someone into realizing he wanted something, to ask, to express desire with knowledge it might be refused, was agonizing, but it would be worth it. It was what she wanted.
"Baby, please," he breathed, "spit in my mouth." He found himself emphasizing that word more than he expected, his hips pressed tight against hers, desperate for the catharsis it seemed to offer.
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[puppy boy] i've been known to be very generous when its warranted
[puppy boy] i'm going to spend all your money on tacos
[puppy boy] if one more drunk guy tries to hit on me you might need to break up a fight :)))
By then Hiro was already behind the wheel, and a few minutes later, a dark green Porsche was pulling up to the pickup spot. After a quick honk to get her attention, he leaned over to pop open the door for her.
Kate wasn't completely sure how they'd gotten to this point. He'd just been a client at first, another job to make enough money to get her landlord off her back for another month. Cute, obviously, with a smart mouth on him but a decent heart if he was looking for a lost sister, but nothing more. At first.
Now she was used to this penthouse bedroom, to the fancy sheets and unlimited food and the man underneath her looking up at her like she was his world. In this moment, she was, and that was exactly how she liked it. As soon as his mouth opens her thumb slides across his features to his bottom lip, swiping the digit against the already spit slicked skin before pressing on his tongue to keep his mouth wide open for her.
"Such a good puppy. You want to make me happy, right?"
She leans down, until her lips are almost brushing against his open ones, and lets the spit gathered in her mouth drip off her tongue and onto his. "Swallow."
It turned out her innocent flirtation had been anything but, looking back. Was this what they had been looking for, this intensity without labels, this freedom to be themselves unjudged? Was she just an expert at stringing along a client? Whatever the case, he didn't care. He was too absorbed in those keen, mischevious eyes of hers to think of anything but pleasing her.
"I do," he breathes, shivering at the potency of that phrase. Maybe they were just fooling around, but he wasn't going to stop himself from feeling everything he could in the moment.
As she pressed down on his tongue, his breath hitched for a moment, realizing what she had planned. His chest rose and fell in anticipation as he watched that bead of drool gathering on the tip of her tongue, waiting for the fateful moment. He shuddered when it came, his hips grinding up into hers in reflex, moaning against her lips so tantalizingly close. It took him a second to register she had spoken again, but when he did, how greedily did he gulp it down, pressing against her with renewed ardor as he felt this manifestation -warm, wet, slick- that her mouth watered for him slide down his throat.
"More," he breathed, eyes threatening to slip closed.
It wouldn't have been her first time making out in an alley, but with the way things were moving she was glad to go somewhere more private. She appreciated his bike and the way it moved, the way in rumbled under her and the way her arms tightened around his waist as he drove. Tempting as it was to tease him from behind, she didn't want to distract him too much. Getting in an accident would definitely ruin the mood.
Her eyebrows waggled at him as he took off her helmet at the building. "Oh, you're like, RICH rich, huh?"
The second she stepped into the elevator, she did a glance around for cameras and when she found one she faced her back to it before pulling Hiro back into for a kiss.
Hiro smirked at her appreciation of the building. "We're very comfortable," was his reply of practiced humility, less artificial for his consciousness of the gap between what his own earnings could support and his lifestyle out here.
Her scan of the elevator did not pass unnoticed. He figued her keeping her eyes open at all times was a good sign for her skills; he'd just have to keep an eye on her.
All hese thoughts were cut off at her sudden yank on his jacket, though he instantly felt himself melting into the kiss. His eyes slipped closed, his hands exploring until they found a waist to squeeze against him. It'd been too long; he needed this. Time seemed to stand still until at last the elevator slowed and dinged.
A few steps down he hall and he was showing her the penthouse suite. To their left was he kitchen, to their right the dining area, straight ahead the stairs up, and past them the couch. For business reasons the family had branches on both sides of the Pacific, but one practice from the old country that had stuck was taking off shoes inside; a pair of guest slippers waited by the door.
"Make yourself at home. The sofa rolls out if we need more room and don't feel like taking things upstairs."
[puppy boy] i really hate to be this cliche but you up
[puppy boy] a bitch got left behind by her friends
[puppy boy] annnnnd you happen to have a great many cars so
[puppy boy] id be tempted to give you a reward ;)
[kate PI]: it's true
[kate PI]: many are my whips
[kate PI]: send pickup spot while i find something appropriate
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In most caes Kate tries not to let her inner freak come on too strong, at least until she knows how a partner will react to it. Being more dominant was already something people didn't really anticipate about her, and adding more onto it felt like pushing too far too soon. Best not to scare anyone away before she really dig her claws in.
This was different, somehow. Well similar enough, with her perched on lap rocking her hips and arms draped around shoulders. But when her fingers slide around, thumb and middle fingers pressing into her partners jaw to encourage them to drop it, it feels exhilarating.
It was exhilerating, letting someone strong-willed and scrappy push him around like this. He had not given in easily; he cut an impressive figure, and most knuckled under when he refused to bow and scrape at the first suggestion. This girl -the P.I. on the lookout for his estranged sister- was different, though, he could tell. Someone who persisted no matter the obstacles in her path, who refused to back down.
Hiro squirmed beneath her, sighing at he friction of his lap againstt her hips and gazing up with pupils so dilated as to practically consume his honey irises. He breathed in the scented candles casting a warm glow about them in his penthouse bedroom. His teeth pinched the inside of his lower lip, but the pinch of her digits popped them apart with a raspy 'Yes,' in short order. He shivered, knowing all too well what was coming.
