ʀɪᴄʜɪᴇ (beepbeep) wrote in noexits, @ 2021-11-22 14:12:00 |
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Boobs. That was all Richie was thinking of, when she woke up and suddenly discovered that, yes, she possessed a pair of those pert funbags - not only that, but everything about her was womanly, from the sweet silky timbre to her voice to the way she curved like the bow of a ship because hips and ass were wild concepts to the smaller stature and the realization that she’d have to endure all the bullshit that came along with actually being a woman. They went through a lot and honestly? She’d only been in this newer skin for like, ten minutes and didn’t understand how they didn’t just burn the whole fucking world to the ground. Likely she wouldn’t experience much cat-calling or dicks telling her to smile (the people in Derleth knew better, she hoped?) but just being a woman, feeling that kinship and the shared rage - really intense. She wanted to talk to Yennefer about it, and maybe get some advice - Yennefer would know what to do. Yennefer was the best ladyface she knew. She also wanted to see Matt - who left 80s New York with quite a few bumps and bruises and ouchies (the big dumbass, like, Richie told him to be careful). Surely he was fine now, but if Richie woke up like this - then who was to say for sure? Most of her clothes currently didn’t fit - because male-presenting Richie bought a bunch of new things in New York, mostly jeans and hideously eye-searing shirts (Matt would never be so glad to be blind) and those sizes were larger than this body happened to be. She settled for throwing on a t-shirt which fell to about mid-thigh, a hoodie over that (it was the hoodie she’d shown up in and always reset - Eddie’s hoodie, so it was smaller) and boxers that had a stretchy waistband, at least, so they sort of accommodated. Carrying a box of cold pizza - which Richie only liked when she was stoned because congealed cheese was ick - she showed up at Matt’s room and knocked on the door. “Honey,” she called, kind of giving herself a shock at the sound of her own voice again. “Come eat me - I mean pizza. Come eat this pizza.” Look. There was a part of her that also wanted to know what fucking felt like as a woman and they better get it in now at the start of the week before more ghosts popped up or the Zodiac Killer appeared on campus to murder everyone. Hopefully Matt was in the mood - well, she’d see. Good thing she brushed her teeth before coming over here. **** Matt had woken up grateful that his wounds were all healed from the night before. Also, Loki had gotten up even earlier and had left already, thank God. He rolled out of bed, and before doing anything else he went over to the lockbox that had shown up at the beginning of last week, opened the lid and found his Daredevil armor packed away… but still damaged and stained with his blood. “Damn it,” he muttered, fingers running over the areas, assessing how bad the damage was and wondering how it might get fixed. Maybe one of the magic users could help? He’d ask around, but wasn’t very distraught about that. For now, he took the outfit into the bathroom and tossed it into the tub to wash, running warm water and improvising using liquid hand soap since that was the only thing he had. As he scrubbed, he idly wondered what sort of shit show Derleth was going to dredge up. Their week in New York City went by without any disasters, so Matt figured it stood to reason this week was going to be hell… all the more reason to get his armor back in ideal condition. The knock on his door disrupted his thoughts. He couldn’t identify who it was by her voice, or heartbeat, or smell (although he could tell she carried a large - cold - pizza with pepperoni and mushrooms). The way she spoke sounded like there was a sense of familiarity, but for the life of him, he couldn’t tell who it might be. Given there were still people in Derleth he hadn’t met in person yet, it was possible this was somebody he’d only written to over the network. Or maybe somebody new who just arrived? “I’ll be there in a minute!” he called out, draping the armor over the shower curtain rod to drip dry, then washed his hands in the sink.. The front of his clothes were wet, though, and he dabbed at it with the same towel he used on his hands before giving up to answer the door; he wasn’t going to bother changing into something dry. Matt opened the door, still holding the towel. “Hey.” He then paused, tilting his head to one side curiously, still unable to identify who his guest might be. “Uhhh… thanks for the pizza,” he continued, awkwardly, but then flat out asked, “Have we met before?” ***** Oh. Oh. Matt didn’t - recognize her? That was kind of hilarious, actually. Richie wasn’t sure what she was expecting - like did her heartbeat not sound the same as it did when she was a dude? Did she not smile the same? Though maybe Matt was fucking around when he said she could hear Richie smile, like, what the hell did that mean anyway. Still, it gave her pause, and she blinked those big blue eyes, the shade of a robin’s egg and somewhat magnified by her glasses - it was the same for when Richie was a guy too, but being a woman meant she came with these long, feathery lashes that automatically went batbatbat all up in Matt’s direction. Basically she was just a lot prettier - though still hadn’t lost the inherent quirkiness that just was Richie. “It’s me,” she replied, holding the pizza box and shifting from one socked foot to the other - even her feet were smaller, Jesus. Those socks were sliding down and drooping. “Um. Your favorite irreligious person, I mean. We know each other in the Biblical sense, Mattimus. I guess the fuckery here decided that I was gonna have tits for this week.” Hopefully only for the week. ***** “Richie?” Matt couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He turned his head in the opposite direction to double check, even opening his mouth a little to breathe in the scent, but nothing about this woman read Richie, except for the way she talked. It occurred to him that the whole irreligious comment had been done privately, so nobody else could’ve known to use that specific phrase… unless Richie put somebody up to this? “I don't know… this could be a prank? Although,” now that he thought about it, “a while back, some other guy turned into a woman… so… maybe? What’s something that only Richie would know?” If she answered with a dick joke, then either she was a great pretender or actually Richie. **** A prank? Richie was almost flattered that Matt thought she possessed the sit-down, planning-it-out patience and genius to find some random newbie (or disguise them somehow - then again, it didn’t matter who it was if Matt couldn’t see, the voice just had to be different) to put them up to coming over here with cold breakfast pizza as a seduction tool and wet underwear (or actually, she wasn’t really wearing underwear - whatever). Either way, she was doing mental gymnastics to try to parse out how exactly this could be a prank so maybe she’d just back right off of that thing. “Something only Richie would know,” she hummed thoughtfully. “You got the scar on your side from a hook. I did a mind melding thing with you and saw it happen how you saw it.” As far as she knew, Matt hadn’t shared that story with anyone else - he also didn’t tell anyone else about the Daredevil thing either, probably. Then, she paused. “Oh, and you have a really big dick.” There it was. **** Matt hadn’t told anybody else about the scar or how he’d gotten it. Again, Richie could’ve given somebody that information, but that scenario was becoming more and more unlikely. He bowed his head in serious consideration, but broke out in a chuckle at the big dick joke. Without saying another word, he took the pizza box from her and then held her hand, drawing her inside so he could shut the door, giving them some privacy. He put the box down on a chair that happened to be the closest furniture to him. “There’s one way to check that I haven’t tried yet.” Placing his palm upon her soft cheek (he’d become so accustomed to Richie’s stubbled features) and kissed her upon the mouth, starting gently but becoming increasingly more greedy. He paused long enough to murmur, “Theeere you are.” The taste was slightly different, but still had the very familiar hint of tobacco covered by Richie’s brand of toothpaste. **** This brand of kissing was pretty heterosexual, and thanks to the softness of skin she was able to acutely feel the scrape of scruff - Matt always had a little bit of stubble going on, like a few days of it without being a full beard or anything; the delight of perma-stubble, but Richie just never noticed otherwise since as a man there was bristle too. It was fun though - she threw her arms around Matt’s neck and bopped up on her toes, since she was short (way shorter than Richie’s giant height), making a desperate little noise into that kiss the longer it extended on and on; she arched her back, newly discovered perky breasts pressed to his chest and - he went both ways, didn’t he? Bifurious? Man, she was grateful for that. “I’m here,” she breathed out, everything about being this close to Matt making her feel like she was just wrapped up in the softest, warmest velvet - it was beginning to become more and more clear to Richie that it didn’t really matter what was between the legs; if Matt became a woman next week, it wouldn’t matter much either. For the most part, Richie preferred men but this was just all about feelings. There were a lot of feelings going on here. “You’re okay?” she asked, voice sweet as caramel as slender hands slid up beneath Matt’s shirt (why was he all wet?) and she traced over the grooves of ab muscles, as if checking for any fresh injuries - she traced over the scar from that hook too, gently. “You got your ass kicked and were unconscious. Totally missed the cheeseburgers on the way back.” **** “Uh, what?” Matt was far too distracted by the flood of pleasurable sensations to understand what Richie was saying, but managed to pull himself together. At first, he thought Richie was asking are you okay with this... this being female Richie, to which every cell in Matt’s body wanted to shout a resounding Hell YES. But then he realized she (he?) was asking about his physical well being. Again, Matt needed to focus to form a coherent answer. “Yeah… er, yeahcostume... costumes were for Halloween. “It came back bloody and torn in places. I was uhhh.. “ he jerked his head in the direction of the bathroom “... just washing it out when you knocked.” Matt’s first and only sexual experience with another man had been with Richie, but he’d been curious for a long time, particularly at college where he started feeling an attraction toward Foggy. If he was pressured into making a choice, though, he’d have to admit he preferred women. He’d never tell Richie that, though, out of concern that he’d hurt his feelings. However, with Richie as a woman, Matt’s excitement was evident. Of course, he’d experience guilt and conflict while working out his thoughts and feelings, but that would come later. “You picked up cheeseburgers with me bleeding out in the back of a car?” He couldn’t remember anything after Ben came to check on him in that dumpster, when he became unconscious. “And you’re trying to make up for it with cold pizza?” As he spoke, his hands drifted around Richie and down to cradle her ass. **** “You weren’t bleeding out at the time, to be fair,” Richie replied. “That dude, Caduceus - he healed you.” And thank fuck for that too, because Richie had been kind of frantic with worry - the idea of Matt being passed out in a dumpster didn’t sit well, though being supportive with the whole crimefighting thing was important - there were going to be more moments like that in the future, but still Richie tried. Tried to be supportive about everything - she had a feeling Matt preferred women, which made sense; bi individuals, it was usually never a fifty-fifty split. They had preferences. She was less concerned about what they did with their dicks, however (when they both actually had dicks) and more pressed about the feelings - it was a fact that the heart wanted what it wanted, and no matter what, Richie knew what that was for her personally. Like right now. She wanted this - wanted him. “But yeah, cold pizza aaaand - “ She drew out the word, stepping back a bit (though wiggled her ass suggestively, because Matt could touch it all he wanted) to have room to lift her top off - both the hoodie and the t-shirt, goosebumps rippling all across her skin when the half-nakedness happened. “These.” She went ahead and placed Matt’s hands right on her chest puppies. “I thought you might like ‘em.” They were pretty nice - of course that was one of the first things she’d had a good look at. You know. For science. **** Richie’s support for his vigilante activities as Daredevil was greatly appreciated. In his world, Matt lived a split life, and that dichotomy weighed heavily upon his mind. There didn’t seem to be a way to reconcile the two halves since one was directly opposed to the other. Yet, for all the crazy shit that happened in Derteth, he found a sort of reconciliation. Yes, he still had some hang-ups, but he felt more free to be his true self than he’d ever been. If there was anything good to come out of this hellish situation, it was that, and Richie played a huge part. What was Richie doing? Matt gave her the wiggle room to maneuver, and when she took off her clothes he smiled, imagining what she’d look like without her top. He didn’t need to imagine for long: hands of her breasts, he caressed them, and finding her nipples he stopped there to massage them with his thumbs. His breathing became heavier, and unconsciously moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. “You’re seriously giving me a choice between cold pizza and hot tits?” Matt asked, jokingly, then licked his lips again. “You know… it’s going to be impossible for me to let you leave this room.” He then leaned down in order to murmur lecherously into her ear. “I’m going to fucking wreck you.” **** Boy, he really liked the mammaries, didn’t he? Richie guessed she didn’t blame Matt. Boobs were kind of cool - even a person so gay like him in the manly meatsuit could admit that. Female nipples happened to be a lot more of an, uh, erogenous zone than dude nipples though - so she was pretty into the attention, a soft whimper escaping her as she arched to push into that touch. “Not complaining, Mattimus,” she insisted as a shiver ran through her, hands grasping at the front of his pants - she was quick like a bunny to unbutton and unzip, pulling them down a bit down his hips, while simultaneously attempting to stumble backward toward the bed. “I gotta see how you’re gonna wreck me,” she added, bouncing on the mattress and attempting to strike a pose that said something like if it would please you, I’d very much like it if you'd take me. So classy. Not that the aesthetics of the pose mattered - or the fact that it looked like she was just starfishing there, already impatient and wiggling out of her makeshift shorts that were really just boxers. Or maybe it did matter - Matt would say something creepy like ‘I can hear how aroused you are’ and it would be weird yet hot as fuck. “C’mere, baby.” (AND THEN - TIME SKIP, LET'S DO THE TIME WAAAARP AGAAAAAAIN~) Fuck - there wasn't room for anything else except expletives in her head. Her body went limp against his, and the last thing she wanted to do was move. Richie didn't want Matt to either, and she licked at the sweat along his throat, not bothering to unwrap her legs from around his waist, not yet. She wasn't letting go that easy. “Well - that was fun, huh?” *** Exhausted, but in the best way, Matt practically collapsed on top of Richie, but considered her discomfort and tried to take his weight off, finding himself still caught by her legs. Breathless from exertion, all he could manage at the moment was foolishly grin, which then became a short-winded chuckle when Richie made his comment. Derleth might’ve made him into a her, but his sense of humor was still there to help remind Matt who he was with. “You have such a way with words,” he said first, then with another chuckle, he added, “Fun is an understatement.” Matt touched her upon the cheek, caressing with his thumb. “If this is what the campus has to offer this week, I’m not complaining.” **** Richie shifted a little, a sort of stretch to her muscles. Matt's body made a fine pillow - a bit hard and muscled, but Richie enjoyed it all the same. She relaxed atop him, sinking in and becoming a pool of honey, and letting herself catch her breath while she tucked her face against the side of his neck and breathed him in. "Yeah, it's not so bad. I guess." Alright, words. What were they? It took her another minute before she could form them. "Is it okay if I stay here a bit?" she asked drowsily, attempting to slow her heartbeat by pressing a hand to her chest. Just to sort of quell the war drums playing within. Eventually she'd have to get up and find other clothes, maybe borrow some stuff - but Richie was far too comfortable to want to deal with that now. Plus, feelings. Richie was a whole maelstrom of them. **** Matt had no intentions of letting Richie out of his arms, not even in jest, though the thought fleetingly passed across his hazy mind. Some stupid crack about getting a slice of pizza, but this mood was far too pleasant to spoil with anything less than tender touches and sweet words. He noticed she had her hand on her chest, and quietly asked, “You alright?” “For as long as you want,” he said, voice drifting lazily as he spoke. Richie’s petite body was a big difference from what he was accustomed to, but for the time being it felt perfectly normal. There would be mental conflict and guilt, but that would come later. ***** “I’m fine,” Richie promised, adjusting her glasses - she’d need to take them off anyway, if she wanted to keep going with the various parts of cuddling and, besides, they were sliding down her nose. So she slipped them off her face and placed them on Matt’s nightstand. “Just trying to catch my breath, is all. You done wore me out, Mattimus.” She didn’t know what the fuck she would do as a woman or what they would do, but a part of her almost felt like it’d be disappointing when she turned back into the proper gender (proper for Richie as a person, that is). And that sort of confused her (and was worrying?) but she guessed she’d figure that out later. For now she just kind of rested on Matt, adjusting the sheets and blankets so they’d be covered in case Loki came back in here - didn’t seem likely, considering those two couldn’t be in the same space without Issues cropping up, but. Just in case. **** “Yeah?” Matt’s voice took a playful tone. He waited for her to put her glasses away safely before nuzzling her again. “But did I wreck you?” Once Matt understood what Richie was doing, he immediately began helping with the sheets. “You cold? I can scrounge up another blanket.” He wasn’t sure where the thermostat for this room was located, or if it even had one, but he was ready to move heaven and earth to ensure she was alright. **** Richie laughed a little. “Yeah, totally wrecked, Matteo - good job,” she said, shifting to press closer. It was way new and different to have breasts to practically crush against Matt’s chest as she laid here but, you know - guess that was how it was gonna be for the next week or so. Until the reset. The thought that it might be permanent was kind of terrifying, honestly. Could the experiment fuck with someone that much? Probably, since it liked to remind the people here that it could. Killing people and then bringing them back from the dead was like the ultimate in fuckery. “I’m not cold either. I promise.” Was he this attentive when Richie had a dick? Now paranoia was going to set in, great. “I’m just gonna nap a little. If Loki comes back and you two get into a bitch fit, wake me up so I can grab my underwear.” |