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fruitoftheweek · 3 years ago

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Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 3 years ago

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Grand Premier

Summary: Barely in Paris and Kagami is already expected to rub elbows with the local elites. Specifically, one Adrien Agreste. At least he dresses better than his father.

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Kagami didn't want to be here.

"This is an important deal for our company's expansion into France, Kagami," Tomoe Tsurugi reminded her in Japanese. "Be polite with Adrien Agreste."

"Yes, Mother." Kagami would play her role to perfection. Even if it was at the premier of a mediocre movie.

"And if the young Agreste isn't polite I hear he fences at the same school we're enrolling you in."

Kagami didn't smile. No, not at all. And if she did there were no witnesses. "Yes, Mother."

Keeping her usual stoic expression as the parasites, pardon, the paparazzi used flash photography in her face Kagami walked down the red carpet. Arm extended for her Mother.

Gabriel was just as tedious as she imagined him and wearing the ugliest suit Kagami had ever seen. And she'd seen ugly yakuza suits in person. At least Adrien's all black suit was suitable for a family in the fashion industry.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Tsurugi Kagami," the blond boy greeted in heavily accented Japanese. A polite smile on his face as he bowed slightly. "Welcome to Paris. My name is Adorian Aguresuto."

Kagami raised an eyebrow. That didn't sound right.

Eyes widening as he realized his slip up and- Wow, those were expressive eyebrows. -hand going to rub the back of his head as a faint blush painted his cheeks. "I mean Aguresuto Adorian! I, yup..." Suddenly self-conscious Adrien jerked his hand down. Smile nervous but more honest.

Kagami decided to have mercy on him. "Your inflection needs work but the pronunciation is adequate."

His lips twitched. "Adequate?"

"Yes. That is the most accurate description," Kagami stated matter-of-factly.

"Well, then I guess I better ade-quit while I'm ahead," Adrien joked, switching to French.

She could pinpoint the second Adrien noticed what his mouth had said (seemingly without permission) by the way his rosy cheeks went into full bloom. Kagami was fairly certain she was interpreting that expression correctly. "I see why you learned, Japanese."

Apparently deciding her impression of him was already ruined, Adrien forged ahead. "Anime has some impressive puns. I couldn't resist."

Kagami's perfect posture straightened ever so slightly. "Oh? What kind of anime are you interested in?"

Adrien began listing several shonen. Which, honestly, Kagami should have seen coming. At least it included One Piece. Kagami resisted the urge to proclaim the merits of the completely arbitrary power ranking system unprompted. It just fit the story so well and- No! Focus! What was he saying?

"...but right now I'm reading Fruits Basket."

Ooh! Kagami's self control slipped just a little bit. Her eyes might've lit up even. "Yuki is my favorite character."

Adrien beamed at her. "He's amazing! Torhu's my favorite!"

Kagami glanced at a large poster of the movie. Chat Noir displayed prominently with Ladybug. Oh, right. That was a thing. "I would've thought it'd be Kyo"

"Not all catboys are created equal, Kagami," Adrien stated solemnly before breaking into a grin. "He's my second favorite. I just really like Torhu 'cause she's so kind and selfless and..." Adrien paused. Looking down as he fiddled with a silver ring on his finger. "And she's so brave. After losing her mom like that. I really admire her."

Kagami felt she was missing something. She usually felt that with strangers but it was on the tip of her tongue.

Before Kagami could pinpoint why Adrien's appreciation for Honda Tohru felt the way it did Adrien snapped out of whatever he was in. "Anyway, what about you?"

"I relate a lot to Saiki Kusuo. He has trouble understanding people despite being telepathic." Was that too much? It felt like too much.

Apparently not 'cause Adrien's smile was back. The honest one, not the polite one. "Yeah, it's hard to understand people when they don't say what they mean."

Oh, thank you! "What's worse is when they say things they don't mean. It's very confusing."

"Right!? It'd be so much simpler!"

"..." Kagami was supposed to respond here. She was positive that it was expected. But she didn't have anything she felt like adding at the moment. "... So have you read Fullmetal Alchemist?"

Kagami was positive Adrien was restraining himself from vibrating in excitement. She could tell because his eyes were huge and his grin unrestrained. His enthusiasm making her lips form their own smile. Kagami had never met someone her own age she could tolerate, let alone geek out about the differences between anime and manga adaptations.

Most of the other rich kids Kagami knew acted like that ponytailed girl who thought Kagami couldn't see her glaring from across the room. But she wasn't important.

... Actually, there was something Kagami wanted to know. "I hear you fence."

Suddenly shy again Adrien's hand went back to rubbing his neck. "Uh, yeah. Not to brag but I'm the best fencer on the team."

"Not for long."

"Huh?"

"I'll be coming for that top spot, Adrien," Kagami promised.

Adrien's eyes widened, then a competitive gleam sparked in his eyes. "Looking forward to it," he smirked.

In the end the movie was just as mediocre as Kagami thought it would be. Enjoyable sure, if you ignored all the cliches.

"It's even worse on screen!" Adrien proclaimed cheerfully.

Kagami eyed him as they filed out of the theater. "Aren't you the male lead?"

"Against my protests!" He grinned.

"A pleasure doing business with you Madame Tsurugi," Gabriel Agreste's grating voice said from his assistant's tablet. Kagami amused herself by imagining Gabriel was actually that small in person. "Come along now, Adrien."

"Yes, Father." The open expression was gone. Adrien's demeanor immediately subduing at Gabriel's call. Turning towards her, Adrien gave her a small smile- "I look forward to seeing you at school." -and winked with his whole head.

Kagami's cheeks heated up slightly as she returned his smile. "I won't go easy on you."

Adrien frowned. "Well, of course not. That would defeat the entire purpose of dueling."

Kagami's smile grew wider. "Yes. Yes, it would."

She stared at the passing city through the window as they made their way to their new home. Committing the unfamiliar skyline to memory.

"And how was the young Agreste, Kagami?" Tomoe asked. "Was your interaction fruitful?"

Kagami thought about Adrien's predilection for certain manga tropes, how he'd blundered effortlessly past her walls, the clear eagerness Adrien felt at talking to someone else who gets it. He was... endearing. And Kagami wouldn't mind his company again.

"Yes, Mother." Yes, it was.

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Notes: Written for the Alternate First Meeting promt of Adrigami Week 2021.

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monsterenergysimp · 4 years ago

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M.I.M.A.L.

sykkuno x male! reader // platonic au

summary: you’re insecure about your looks but sykkuno’s audience finds out just how handsome you actually are

request: The reader is the editor of Sykkuno & offline tv and is referred as M.I.M.A.L. Offline always shutouts the reader. However the reader keeps their identity as a secret (to the fans) because they're insecure about how they looked. That's until a party at Offline TV house happens and the reader pops in to sykkuno room to get something and the reader face is shown and they're very very VERY attractive and their voice is to. So next stream they're asking who was the reader. The ending can be up to you @lunchawx

warnings: alcohol and drinking mention

word count: 867

notes: This is proof read but I could have missed some stuff. Sorry it took so long but I hope you like it and I hope everyone enjoys :)

main blog: @itsmysleepover

You were sitting in your office cutting together some footage for a new Offline TV video. You were also rewatching Sykkuno’s most recent Rust stream in the background. You wanted to get the highlights so you could edit a video for his youtube channel as well. You had been overworking yourself recently editing OTV videos as well as videos for some other YouTubers you worked with.

You stopped editing for a second to focus on Sykkuno's past stream. He had just read a question from a super chat asking who you were since he's mentioned you a couple of times. You were curious about what he would say about you. "Yeah, M.I.M.A.L., he's super cool. He's my friend and the editor for Offline TV and also my YouTube videos and some other YouTubers too, I'm not sure who." He went back to his game looking at the chat everyone in a while. "Does he have his own channel? No, he doesn't like being on camera. He's a shy guy that M.I.M.A.L."

You are, in Sykkuno’s words, a shy guy. You weren't fond of the camera because you weren't fond of your looks.

You shifted your focus to work again. Listening to the Offline TV video, making sure the audio quality was good so far. You chuckled when they shouted you out for what seemed to be the millionth time. Realistically it was probably the second or third time. “Again shout out to M.I.M.A.L., our editor, for having to go through all this footage of Toast acting stupid,” Poki said. Lily chuckled, nodding her head and agreeing with Poki.

“Shout out to M.I.M.A.L. for being the best editor out there; also putting an explosion here would be cool,” Scarra said. You sighed. He’s right it could be cool. You did the easiest edit you could and just downloaded a short video of an explosion and stitched it into the video. You don't know how long you had sat there but your eyes burned from dryness and your head pounded. You continued to edit until your phone blinked drawing you out of your work trance. You looked over and read a text from Sykkuno.

"Hey, dude! Wanna come over for a small party here at the otv house??"

You were tempted. You needed to get away from work but it felt like you were trapped at your desk. You looked at the text unsure whether to accept or not. Against your instinct and against every toxic fiber in your being telling you to keep working. You texted him back saying you'd be there soon. You got ready, took a pain killer, and headed out.

When you arrived you were glad you decided to go. It was just some friends hanging out and drinking, while light music played in the background. Some people were playing board games, other people were playing on the console. Everything was super chill. There couldn’t be more than 30 people here. Sykkuno spotted you and from his place on the couch and called you over.

“Hey Y/N, I’m happy you came, you want something to drink?” Sykkuno asked you holding a cup of his own.

“I can use a beer or something.”

You followed Sykkuno into the kitchen where a few people were having a conversation. Sykkuno handed you a beer from the fridge. You opened it and took a sip. You made your way to the living room where people were playing Mario Kart. You sat in one of the chairs and watched. You continued drinking through the night and when you were ready to go home. You went up to Sykkuno’s room and ordered yourself an Uber.

When the car arrived you left, went home, and fell asleep. The next day you woke up, surprised you weren’t hungover and searched for your phone. You couldn’t find it. Thankfully since you could still remember the night before you recalled last having your phone in the OTV house. After breakfast, you eventually got ready and drove there. You greeted Lily who was watching some TV from the couch.

You walked into his room not expecting Sykkuno to be streaming. You froze when you realized you had interrupted him. “Uh, sorry I think I left my phone here. If I didn’t this is embarrassing.”

“No worries, here’s your phone.” He picked it up from his desk and held it out to you. You walked into frame and took your phone from him. Unsure what to do you nervously waved at the camera and walked out of frame.

“Thanks.”

“No problem man,” Sykuuno said turning to his game, “Also everyone in the chat is talking about how handsome and hot you are,” he added nonchalantly.

You stopped and looked at him, “No they’re not, why would they say that?”

“Because you are a very handsome man Y/N.”

“Maybe I should start a twitch channel of my own,” you joked. You said your goodbyes before leaving and going back home so you could finish up work. You saved everything and closed it before opening a tab and searching twitch.tv.

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benka79 · 4 years ago

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Awkward...

Or how Steve needed the ohana to be more natural with Danno

McDanno meta. 2x22 meta. The reunion.

Okay, I just wanted to point things I already talked in these two metas here and here.

But... I will repeat, the woman in quarantine episode 2x20 saying her husband disappeared two week and didn't return her calls, is a mcdanno mirror, which placed us in the fact that Danny and Steve current separation was taken with romantic subtext.

Then... Remember the "I'll think about you the whole time" quote? Adding the whole flirting, and the 'Surf Buddies', something that could be seen normal, but Steve's little sister made it look like very gay? And that was the sensation in Danny's and Steve's reaction?

Keep all of that in mind, because episode 2x22 was the awkward reunion between them, why? Because it was written and shown with homoerotic subtext and sexual tension, lowered thanks to the presence of the supportive ohana.

And let me just stop a little over this idea... What is the supportive ohana? Well...

The supportive ohana will be there when you will try to make something hard, and you need their presence to encourage yourself to do it... Example? Okay...

Episode 2x17... Yes, the flirting show...

Danny was able to introduce Gaby to Gracie, thanks to the ohana support over there. Right?

He invited all his friends because it was very important to him and very hard, a huge change.

With the ohana there, Everything is lighter and easier, and normal.

Now... Steve will make use of it...

Awkward 1

I won't avoid the fact that Steve was terrified to call Danny once he captured Wu Fat.

His body language is screaming he needs to encourage himself in doing that call.

He wouldn't feel the struggle of it was Chin or Kono' who he was about to call. And he could avoid Danny and make it easier, and call one of them. But no, he knew he had to call him.

Go check this post here, @kozuszek is the creator, I'm so agreed with the appreciation of Steve's behavior, because look...

Gif set credit @kozuszek 👇

Steve searches for a private place, he's a focused man, he wrote in the letter he needed to find Wu Fat, so he planned in his head (as an excuse to resist the will to call Dany everyday, because he was thinking about him the whole time, thank you writers) and after capture Wu Fat he told himself that just then, he would call Danny.

So focused soldier Steve has Wu Fat, now is time to call Danny, and yes he needs to know about that number, but he could call Chin for that, right?

He stares at the phone and sighs, the time has come. (I will bet his heart is racing and not just because he finished the first part of his mission). He looks up, then back at the phone, dimples of discontent. Is really hard for him to face Danny after knowing he left him without a word and two week without answering his calls.

And again looking back and forward and okay, is calling... Calling... Calling...

Danno picks up "Detective Williams" ... But Steve didn't!!!! He didn't answer at first! And the camera wasn't showing us Steve but Danny, so imagine Steve frozen, with the phone on his ear, hearing Danny's voice after two weeks, after missing him badly, and think about him, and knowing Danny should feel very mad at him. So yes, not just heart racing but speechless!!! And everyone who was in love once will perfectly understand what Steve is feeling now.

Insert random no homo usual quote a bro would say to his bro, when they were apart for so long. Because that is what Steve answers here.

Awkward 2

Let's strike another awkward moment... Okay, not so awkward because this is what happens when these two are flirting in their own world...

When flirting with your crush by phone in a one to one call is okay, and funny, and even Steve felt amused... Smiles giggling... Oh yes is perfect bc is the two of them...

Gif credit @mcdannowave

But... This...

Gif set credit @wildandwild

Okay, Steve is on the speaker, so everyone is hearing, and Danno first of all calls him babe, but is okay because he use to use that word very often... But then... He engaged with the "six", second meaning, and why is he talking like that? Is a sexual reference, to Steve's male reproductive organs hahahahaaha, and Kono's face in the second gif, even Chin looks at him like 'Did you just asked Steve to take care of his balls/penis?'

Did you just flirt in front of our salade?

And Steve would react differently for sure if they weren't on speaker, because the writers showed us how Steve reacted to a sexual joke, right?

But is different when the ohana is present... So it seems like Danny is aware of his big mouth, and he just went 'F...ck!'

So Steve is in no homo mode, because ohana is there. And Danny is just asking for the end of the world to come right in that moment.

Awkward 3

The reunion. I rewatched three more times the reunion. And is full of body language to read.

But, again, remember the concept of supportive ohana.

I couldn't find the clip of the scene, but I will say go rewatch and come. First, Steve's watching Danny approaching him...

His face is priceless, he can't speak, and he doesn't know what to say, and mostly, because Wu Fat is there with them. But he is like looking at him after two weeks. That face is screaming 'I missed you so much, did you miss me?'

You know when people says that distance is good because it makes you realize how much you miss the person you love? This is the same here.

But then, Steve just says BOOK HIM DANNO. And Danny is, feeling is an awkward moment too, but he goes with the easy joke, to brake the ice. Not hug here, even if they want to. And Danny wants to say a lot of things too... A lot of things he has in his tongue...

Then Kono comes, and for her is easy to say YOU DIDN'T CALL, NOT MESSAGES. WE MISS YOU. And the hug comes easy and natural.

Then Chin, another natural hug.

And Danny turns around in that moment from the police car to watch them. And is a longing stare. He wants a hug too, he wants to know what happened.

And Steve jokes with Chin : Did you think about me? So natural, because is Chin.

So, Kono says the things Danny wanted to say, but he didn't, because the relationship is different.

And Steve asked Chin the question he wanted to make Danny, because the relationship is not the same.

Gif set credit @articfoxxx

When Danny comes back, he has that stare again, a mix between relief, and sadness, and longing, and so many unanswered questions. But mostly, relief, to see him alive. Because he thought maybe he lost him when the CIA guy said it. He was thinking he wouldn't see Steve again, and the remembrance of that pain is still running through his veins... That's why that face...

And Steve is able to hug him, because the supportive ohana is there, and Wu Fat is not.

Steve is able to act normal, because the ohana is surrounding him, so, he goes and really just for a second time his Danno. Is not awkward if we make it natural when the supportive ohana is there.

I would love to know how this reunion would've go if there were just Steve and Danny... Hehe.

Awkward silence.

Sexual tension.

Loving the rewatch of the firsts seasons.

See you soon!

Buenos Aires, October 1st 2020. 22:45 PM

Tag list, just one! But if you want to be added, just let me know! @lonelysoul50

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starryparkrr · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I have strawberry milk, please? 🍓✨

[preferred gender is male]

I'm Aquarius & INTP.

I can look distant and cold to strangers, but actually I'm really chaotic with my few friends. I love occasionally go for some adventure, but usually I prefer to stay home and chill while watching anime or gaming.

My friends call me intelligent and witty. Also I'm pretty good at hiding my emotions, especially if I feel myself sad or melancholic.

I love mysterious and psychological movies, books and games. And beside anime and gaming my hobbies are science and drawing.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 ! 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 ! 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘶 𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩...

With Osamu this dude actually liked that you were all calm and distant when he first met you. It was reassuring to know he wasn't going to be adding another crackhead to his list of friends. Boy was he wrong though.

Once you fully opened up to him and his friends and became your usual chaotic self he was kinda shocked ngl. But for some reason he wasn't completely annoyed. He found it enduring. He looked at it as another part of you that he could love and cherish 🥺. He already had practice with handling Atsumu so it's like second nature at this point. Definitely expect teasing from him.

He's more layed back than you are so whatever you're in the mood for he is too. Whether it be going on an adventure at like 3am or just staying inside and pulling an all nighter he's right there with you. Osamu is a very competitive person even if he hides it well, so when you guys decide to play video games together??? Oh boy, when he loses he gets all pouty and tries to play it off as he "wasn't even trying" 🙄 ya ok.

You guys like to bicker a little bit back and forth. Usually he gets annoyed by things like that he thought, but he came to realize it's only when he does it with his brother. With you however he loves it :)

When it comes to hiding emotions you guys are both pros at it truly, but for some reason you guys can read eachother like a book. You'll both have a straight face on, but automatically know what the other is feeling from the small things they do. Like if you're sad Osamu won't point it out but he'll make sure to keep everyone that gets on your nerves away from you and be extra loving if needed.

Your preferred date nights consist of staying indoors and just putting on a unsolved mystery movie bcs he knows they're your favorite. You'll lay in eachothers arms and unlike other couples that get takeout you actually let Osamu cook for you. Lots of praise and he gets so happy when you hum in delight. You actually support him 100% when he decides to quit volleyball and start focusing on his cooking career and in exchange he's ready to support you in whatever career path you choose.

𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 :) 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 :( 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 ! 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘮𝘬 !

#hq × reader #hq #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #miya twins #kita × reader #inarizaki #ushijima × reader #tendou x reader #nishinoya x reader #tanaka × reader #march matchup #Strawberry.Matchups🍓#˗ˏ✎ let's chat !

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verobatto · 5 years ago

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Is Mating Season for Dean Winchester

The man who found the one for him

Destiel meta? IDK. 15x10 meta. Destiel crack

Hi dears! This is a meta crack spec post, I really don't know what it is, but I just realized last night when I saw the episode again... An I can say right here right now, like in wildlife, Dean Winchester is in heat, ready for mating season!

Quote of the day that episode...

While they were filming episode 10 this quote was written on the board

We immediately got to my brain and the name Destiel came out!

And now... We had this wild episode, and when I say wild .. I a wildlife level.

Because Dean Winchester had aknowledged again he loves Cas, but this time he had decided CAS WILL BE HIS MATE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.

Pheromones all over Dean

Like in wildlife, or like my friend @michyribeiro said, in Alpha and Omega fics (can't believe Dabb wrote an ABO fic!) The female in mating season expell pheromones to attract the male... So... Just like in wildlife Garth coul detect that on Dean: YOU SMELL GOOD. He said...

Gif credit @starsmish

In general, I'm not an expert on this but the female use to choose the stronger male to mate. And that's why we had these scenes in which Dean Winchester recognized Garth (Castiel mirror) WAS STRONG. Hilarious...

The mating dancing and the colonoscopy.

Okay this will have sense, I swear! Okay, not so much, but I will try...

Gif credit @justjensenanddean

I can't with myself, am I even a serious scientist here? No, definitely not. I'm just a clown in this circus... 🤣🤣

But, comparison achieved! Oh, and the sexy Lamp!Cas, of course...

Dean is dancing LET'S MISBEHAVE with such a suggestive lyric, inviting his chosen angel-man to... You know... Because CAS IS SO STRONG AND SMELLS SO GOOD! okay, someone stop me! No one? Fine then... Let's continue this research...

Why on Earth Garth said Dean needed a colonoscopy??? I mean!

My Scientist Brain that studied 16 years of medicine: YOU KNOW CERTAIN GASTROINTESTINAL PATHOLOGIES ARE RELATED TO CAVITIES, RIGHT? You know that. We studied that... They need being controlled by endoscopies....

My Fangirl Brain: Shut up! Everything is DESTIEL! Is obvious the subtext here! Dean needs to be fuki fuki by his angel and right now!

Wait... Where's the spec? O right ... (Clearing throat) @mrsaquaman187 and I were screaming about having now a very flustered, dummy Dean Winchester in love with Castiel, bumping to furnitures and stuffs, looking at his angel like a zombie. Because we deserve it and because this episode showed us he is hopelessly in love now that he realized AGAIN AND THANKS TO PURGATORY, he can't live without that hot blue eyed angel.

To Conclude:

Did I have a point for this post? Yes. This post needed to be written and shared, is a very important post, and everyone should read it.

Dean is in mating season, with all his pheromones all over, and he had just danced telling his hot and strong Cas they need to Misbehave in every corner of that bunker.

Wildlife and ABO fics are here to stay, in episode 10 from season 15.

God bless this show.

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Buenos Aires January 25th 2020 6:19 PM

#destiel #supernatural meta #meta?#spn crack #destial crack #what have i done with my life?#15x10 meta

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justjessame · 5 years ago

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A Little Ass And A Lotta Sass Chapter 4: OK, So I'm NOT Dead. Everything Is Just Topsy Turfy. Carry On. Carry On.

I left the kitchen after explaining myself as much as I could. Running back upstairs, I decided to do the fucking laundry anyway. Why not? I was clearly alive. Clearly awake. And clearly not brain damaged. Plus the added bonus of not having to deal with everyone’s fucking expectations above what to use for fabric softener.

Grabbing the basket from the bathroom I shared with Carl, I moved to Judith’s bedroom and added the clothes and cloth diapers to our basket. Then I went to the master bathroom and added Michonne’s and Dad’s to the mix. I was leaving their bathroom when I saw I wasn’t alone. Michonne stood leaning against the closed bedroom door. Great. A new lecture.

“Callie,” she started, smiling the brilliant smile that made me like her the first time I saw it. “This is weird, for all of us.” She moved to sit where the bed used to live, but glared at the empty space like I had glared at mine earlier. “Damn it.”

I giggled. Yep, I thought, it sucks when you want to build up an expectation for a relationship and you realize the other half is Satan’s offspring. “Isn’t that a fucking irritation?” I asked, scrunching up my nose at the blankets that now constituted our beds. “The man I’m supposed to share with some useless bimbos and who stole our fucking beds. One and the same.” I nodded, sitting the basket of dirty clothes down. I mimicked her leaning against the bedroom door by leaning against the wall.

She sighed, realizing selling me on Negan was going to be far more difficult than she’d originally thought. “He seems to be more interested in you than your father assumed.” Lame, I thought, lame and really fucking minimal in the ‘reasons to start a relationship’ category.

I shrugged and offered my theory. “I’m a shiny new toy that he wants to add to his toy box full of shiny toys.” I bit my lip, I knew that I’d considered it only yesterday, but now? Now it wasn’t really my choice or my idea. That wasn’t even remotely interesting to me. I nodded, realizing that was the major issue I had with the situation, that and sharing anything with anyone. Ugh.

“Callie,” Michonne’s voice sounded like a cross between trying to get me to be reasonable and trying to make me acknowledge that it may be worth it to at least bring peace.

“I did consider it, you know.” I said, looking into her dark eyes. “Yesterday, while Dad and you were gone. I wondered if it would work.” I let my head fall back against the wall. “I didn’t know about the other wives when I allowed myself to wonder. I didn’t know that Dad and him would think it up without me being included in the negotiations.” I sighed. “I don’t even know if I LIKE him, Mich.”

That made her chuckle. “Well, I think that makes ALL of us, Callie.” I smirked at her. “But all of us saw how he treated you when you fainted yesterday. He carried you inside, he stood guard over you demanding for the doctor to be brought from the Sanctuary.” I raised an eyebrow at that, I didn’t even notice if the doctor came. “We cancelled the very idea of the doctor coming, you fainted, it never happened before, but he’d caught you before you hit your head.” She bit her own lip. “And he brought Daryl back. He even has his damn bike and crossbow back.” Shit, was this all true? “His people, they were as shocked as you seem to be.”

I considered what she was saying. Negan. Brain beating baseball bat wielding Negan. The man who cut open Spencer without blinking. Who ordered someone to be shot over Rosita’s move at attempted assassination. Negan wanted me. Well, fuck. What was I supposed to do with this fucking information?

“Think about it, Callie.” She offered, opening her bedroom door. “There isn’t a time constraint for your decision.” She winked and offered the best advice a woman could give another. “Personally? I’d make him beg.”

I did the laundry. SLOWLY. Like more slowly than I’d ever tried to do laundry before. And I stayed with it. The entire fucking time. I think I may have hypnotized myself watching the clothes go round and round in the wash. I was leaning against the wall opposite the machines, considering the pros and cons of agreeing to become whatever to Negan. Not a wife, right? I mean it seemed like he tossed that term around to anything with a wet slit, and to be honest, that was weird and concerning.

So CON: Negan seemed to take commitment with a grain of salt and a side of wow that chick’s hot, wife her up.

He took care of me when I decided to faint like a freaking weakling. Even catching me before I could get the brain damage I’d been worried about this morning.

PRO: He could put aside the rampant God complex and narcissism when called for.

I thought about the way he spoke to Olivia, before she was unceremoniously shot. The shaming, the weird theory that offering sex would fix the shaming.

CON: He’s a dick. A huge, irritating dick. Sometimes?

I bit my lip and thought about Glenn and Abe. I thought about Carl without his bandage. I thought about Daryl, but then reconsidered Daryl since he was home now, but was he OK? Fuck that’s a circular thought of doom. I thought about Spencer, but honestly I’d never trusted him or his family. I thought about Rosita, but had to put her in the category of making your bed and now you lay in it. I mean who tries to kill someone who’s being guarded by all those fucking weirdos?

CON: He’s probably a psychopath. He’s more than definitely a psychopath.

PRO: He’s a murderous psychopath, but he keeps people safe? Jesus, that was weak even for me. OK, he’s a psycho who killed someone who showed their lack of loyalty. To my DAD.

I thought about the dining room table. About how we felt against one another. How his mouth felt, the promise of more, of better. I flushed from the thought of him naked, pressed against me and nearly slid down the wall. Shit.

PRO: Negan was very clearly sex on legs. A walking, talking promise of multiple orgasms. And the mouth on him.

“You look like you’re thinking way too fucking hard about something, darlin’.” My eyes closed and I fought the urge to scream. Who the fuck told him where to find me? “Carl.” So he could read my fucking thoughts now.

I opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me, hip leaning against the washer. Shit, fuck. Damn it. “I was making a list.” I answered, licking my lip and watching his eyes lock on my mouth.

“A list?” His voice sounded far huskier than the thought of a list should make. “What kind of list, angel?”

I smirked. Dear God, he was fucking horny. From me licking my lip. “A pro/con list. About you.”

His eyes lifted to mine. An eyebrow raised. “Really?” He moved toward me, his body close but not touching mine. “Do I wanna know how good or bad the list is?”

I shook my head, fighting the urge to touch him. Anywhere. “I’m not sure you want to know.” I answered, feeling breathless again. Fuck. Really, Callie?

His fingers, now encased in his leather gloves, touched my chin. “Oh, now I damn well fucking do wanna know.” He bit his lower lip and my eyes flicked to it. Damn it, it wasn’t just one sided.

I sighed, and tilted my head to study him. “You asked for it.” I warned, and then I listed them, one by one.

“Sex on fucking legs?” Of course he’d pick that one. The only one that he’d even hear, no doubt. “Damn, and you said you didn’t think you liked me. Fuck, baby doll, I think you like me a whole fucking lot.”

I rolled my eyes. Yep, I was going to end up going blind from that. “Did you miss the others? Cause they are just as, if not more, important than that one.”

He scoffed. “The rest? Nah, those aren’t important, because I can’t fix those easily. Not here. Not now. But that one, oh, darlin’ that one I can fucking fix right the fuck now.”

I licked my lip and then his mouth was on mine, pressing me against the wall, his body tight against mine. He moved his mouth long enough to make a promise that I fucking hoped he could keep. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart, that the ONLY fucking thing you’re gonna remember is my fucking name.” His hips rocked into me and I felt how fucking hard he was. “My name and how to fucking scream it.”

I moaned. I’m not proud of it. I’m not exactly ashamed by it either, but I sounded so wanton and I may have thrust my hips forward at the promise. Jesus, in the laundry room? My body was screaming “YES, IN THE FUCKING LAUNDRY ROOM, YOU MORON” while my mind was quiet. Damn it, today my fucking overactive brain takes a break?

Negan was tugging my tank up pulling it over my head and groaning at the proof that I was braless. “Fuck, Callie.” His leather gloved hands slid over my nipples and I nearly came from that touch alone. Dear fucking God, I called it. Multiple orgasms in my future. Fuck, multiple orgasms in this fucking laundry room. Guaranteed. I felt his breathing grow ragged as his hands slid lower, sliding under the elastic waistband of my yoga pants. I lurched into his touch. Those fucking gloves may be bringing a new kink into my world. “You like that don’t you, baby girl?” I felt his lips against my earlobe. A nip on the flesh there and I felt that same fire rush through me. Fuck. I was only half undressed and I was already a mess of need. He might have been right yesterday, and that fucking burned my ass.

I pushed him back, knowing that if he really didn’t want to move, I wouldn’t have been able to budge him. I tore the leather jacket from his shoulders. Screw the clothed male, half nude female vibe going on. He was going to be as fucking naked and shameless as me or no fucking deal. The shirt was next. On the floor with the growing pile of our clothes. My hands yanked at the first belt at his waist. “Why the fuck are you wearing multiple belts?” I growled, freeing one then starting on the other. “Don’t fucking try to tell me you have to keep your cock under lock and key because it's so fucking impressive,” I glared up at him, fucking daring him to start a joke now, of all times. He didn’t, hopefully he was teachable about the proper time and place for that shit. The second belt free, I popped the button on his jeans. I looked up at him and realized he was stunned. Absolutely fucking stunned by me. I raised an eyebrow, and smiled. Oh, this was going to be so much fucking fun. “You ok, Negan?” I asked, letting my finger pull his zipper down. It was obscenely loud, even with the machines going, even with him panting above me. He gulped and nodded. Holy shit, I’ve rendered him mute. I licked my lips, and that did it. He shoved his jeans down, kicking his boots off and yanked me to him. Well shit, I didn’t even get to enjoy the view.

“You’re fucking going to pay for that, little girl.” He growled against my lips. I smirked. Sure, I thought, right up until I do this. I trailed one finger down his chest, stopping only when he went completely still. He was panting again, and I smiled as his eyes closed. Huh, wonder what the cost would be for rendering Negan fucking speechless?

With the hand that wasn’t mesmerizing him, I lowered my own pants. I kicked off my boots, noticing that he’d at least been able to open his eyes to watch something. Then, fully naked, just like him, I crooked that same finger with a clear challenge. Bring it.

#negan x ofc #Smut #the walking dead

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rnufharose · 5 years ago

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears - Chapter 9

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Trigger Warnings: None

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He opened the door to the spare bedroom, pulling the curtains apart to allow the sunlight in. The bed was yet to be graced with sheets and a comforter and the empty closet will be out to good use once she arrived. Staying here would be for her protection, but he wasn't entirely sure how he would get her to come here. He knew with one look, she would be scared.

"Sehun-ah," Chanyeol stepped into the room and the younger male faced him. "So... she'll be using this room, huh?"

"She might as well," the raven-haired hitman shrugged. "Its the only room in this apartment that hasn't been touched since I moved here." He crossed his arms and sucked in a breath through his teeth, his face scrunched with perplexity. "Although... I'm not entirely sure how we'll get her to come here."

"Make an ad," Chanyeol suggested. "You're looking a renter. Once she sees the listing, she'll come here."

"But I don't want to lie to her," Sehun muttered, looking down, and Chanyeol tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat, tilting his head.

"You know we've committed a lot more serious crimes than lying," he spoke solemnly. "And this is a kind lie. She'll know you're doing it for her own good..."

"I just don't want her to feel like a prisoner," He lifted his gaze, staring toward the other male with a frown. "She's been through enough already and she knows I'm around. That look on her face when she saw me... it still haunts me."

"I know," Chanyeol nodded in understanding. "But really, she'll be fine. If you're willing to protect her, then that's more than enough. And I think I can help you!" He added with a smirk, and Sehun narrowed his eyes with suspicion.

"You're not going to do something foolish, are you?"

"Yah, relax! I'm your hyung and you can trust me," he made his way out of the room, his smile growing wider once he saw the big fluffy white bichon laying on the carpet with his tongue hanging out. "If we're going to win her over, we'll need something cute to do it, and you have something cute."

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Haneul couldn't live in The Magic Shop's storage room after what happened the night before. After closing, Jungkook had taken her to his place, offering her the spare room, the fear of her getting hurt chipping away at his thoughts. He knew she wanted to find a way to get on her feet but he truly wanted her to stay with him as long as she pleased, but the girl proved to be very stubborn.

The door to the brownstone apartment was open, and Jungkook was in the kitchen making himself some iced tea while Haneul sat on the steps of the front porch, scrolling through her phone as she looked through listings for affordable apartments. So far, she could only find seedy one bedroom apartments in the poor part of Seoul where gang activity was prominent, or ridiculously expensive ones in Gangnam that only celebrities could afford.

"Dammit," she mumbled, putting her phone down for a moment and running her fingers through her hair.

Jungkook stepped outside, taking a seat beside her and sipping his iced tea. He noticed the defeated expression she harbored, his eyes filled with concern, "You okay?"

"Yeah," she answered, smiling half-heartedly. "I'm just trying to get out of your hair... I don't want to burden you..."

"You're like my little sister," he told her. "You can never burden me. In fact, I want you to stay. Live here for as long as you like. Plus, the apartment feels less lonely with you here..."

"Jungkook," she began, but she couldn't find the words to continue. After all the trauma she had faced, she felt she needed to face this on her own. She didn't want to drag her loved ones into her problems, even if it meant she had to distance herself from them. Maybe coming to Seoul was a mistake, she thought. I should have used the money I had to leave the country...

"You want a fresh start. I get it," he said as if he had read her thoughts. "but being alone won't give you that, Neullie." He stood again, looking down at her and giving her a smile. "Anyway, if you change your mind, that'll make me very happy. There's leftover iced tea so hurry inside if you want some." He made his way through the door, leaving her alone on the steps once more, and she made an affirmative sound, staring out toward the street and apartments that lined the other side of the pavement.

Chanyeol stood a few feet away, watching the young man retreat inside, and the girl picked up her phone again, going back to looking for more apartments. Vivi was on his leash, walking once the tall male made his way down the sidewalk, posting a flyer that he and Sehun had made onto one of the posts near the brownstone.

Once he was close enough, he was able to get a glimpse of the girl that his friend had begun to protect. Chanyeol had to admit, she looked very cute. She had a sweet look about her—one that must look beautiful when she smiled, her face round, framed by long silky hair, her eyes doe-like and colored chocolate. However, he noticed the sadness they harbored, the light that once graced them gone. Her lips appeared thinner and her cheeks lacked some color. She looked miserable, like the traumatic experiences she had encountered had begun to take a toll on her. She looked so small and afraid, ready to break, but the tight grip on her phone, the way she furrowed her brows, keeping herself from crying, made him realize she was trying to be strong.

That she was willing to hold herself together after everything she had been through.

Haneul's mind began to wander, her thumb no longer moving along the screen of her phone. She took into account Taehyung's words from yesterday, telling herself to run if she saw any illegal activities... and if that guy ever came back. "Sehun..." she mumbled his name absentmindedly before his blank face appeared again, his cold gaze piercing through that other man, his black hair falling along the sides of his face. She jolted in fear, dropping her phone onto the pavement, the screen now severely cracked. Her heartbeat was elevated, and she breathed heavily, growing slightly as she stared at the damaged screen. The hair on the back of her neck stood and she shuddered, her trembling hand reaching for her phone.

While she was distracted, Chanyeol deliberately let go of Vivi's leash, and the big white bichon came running toward her, his white tail wagging and his tongue out. He stood on his legs and pressing his pawns against her.

The brunette raised her brows, all thoughts of her phone long gone once he yipped sweetly, and that brought a small smile to her face. "Oh, hi!" She cooed, rubbing his fur.

Now was his chance. The tall male pretended to hold a frantic face, running toward the steps of the brownstone until he stood doubled over before the girl. He prayed this would work. "Vivi-ah!" He huffed, feigning relief before standing straight, looking down at the dog. "Sorry about him! I'm looking after my friend's dog while he does his work today. He seems to have taken a liking to you."

"It's fine," Haneul said once she looked up at the man. She giggled when she saw his floppy ears and dimples. His face was a nice change from what she saw yesterday. "He's adorable... they both are." She looked at the bichon.

I feel bad... but she bought into my lie. "Thank you," the male laughed, satisfied that she was at ease around Vivi. His plan was working, but he hoped that with this, she would be able to look into the apartment listing. Maybe she won't be so afraid when she began living with Sehun. He looked at her cracked phone, keeping up with their conversation and tilting his head. "How did that happen?"

"I just dropped it," she said while scratching Vivi behind the. "I was preoccupied and I may have scared myself... I was looking for an apartment to move into so I wouldn't be a bother to my friend."

"Is that so...?" He hummed, giving her a smile of encouragement. "I know you will. Don't lose hope. Who knows? The perfect apartment may be closer than you think." He grabbed the bichon's leash and tugged on it gently, "Vivi-ah, let's get going. It was nice meeting you, little miss."

"You too," she nodded once and darted her gaze back to Vivi, giving him a wave. "Have a good day, little Vivi!"

Vivi gave one last yip toward the girl before walking away.

From the other end of the block, at the corner of one of the buildings, Sehun watched as Chanyeol approached him, staring back at the girl for a moment. His face softened when she looked back at her phone, that fleeting smiling of hers gone. He was disappointed she stopped smiling but once she began living with him, he would make sure to protect that smile.

Chanyeol rounded the corner, his smile fading once he stood before the younger male, handing him Vivi's leash. "It's done... now, all that's left is for her to look at the flyer and go to your apartment."

"Good. I don't think it will be long as before she notices the listing for the apartment," Sehun knelt down to pet Vivi, a gentle smile on his face. "She'll be away from the crime and no one will think of finding her there." He turned back to the brownstone, and he found Ha-Neul's eyes on the flyer. She stood up from the steps, walking toward the electrical post and pulling off the tape gently. She read the listing carefully and her shoulders weren't so tense. It seemed she was considering looking into the apartment. This lie would have to continue, but Sehun hoped she would understand.

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Haneul was able to find the apartment in a clean part of the city. She was careful to traverse there, although she knew Jungkook would flip if he found out she went alone after everything she had been through. Even so, she had to do this on her own. She couldn't depend on her friends all the time.

She entered the building, looking around the lavish lobby, the reception desk void of any receptionist. The elevator doors were a shining silver and she walked toward them, her shoes clicking quietly against the immaculate floor. She stepped inside once the doors opened, riding the ascending shaft in silence until she came to a rather lavish hallway. What is...? She thought. The apartment building's interior wasn't at all what was described to be on the flyer. Maybe it's a scam, she continued down the carpeted floor, the lights dim and the walls colored brown with potted plants beside each door. Apartment 707.

She found the door to the apartment, which lay at the very end of the hallway. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer, prompting her to knock again. Once more, she didn't hear anyone on the other side. The brunette decided to grab the handle, and the door pushed upon, her eyes widening slightly. The moment she stepped inside, she was greeted with a clean apartment, a wide glass pane showcasing the city skyline. The large living room harbored leather couches, a coffee table and a TV hanging on the wall. The contemporary kitchen had white cabinets and an electric stove, and there was a water dish meant for a dog. There were two bedrooms in the hallway, and she deduced that someone was already living here.

Maybe it was a scam after all. She sighed and faced the door, ready to leave.

"I see you found my listing, but you're not going to inquire about it?"

Haneul froze in place, her body growing stiff and her grip on the doorknob growing tighter. She knew that voice.

It was him.

Sehun.

She should have known better. She should have suspected this wasn't real. Now she was about to be killed again and no one would know that she disappeared. She could feel her hands shaking, fear in her eyes, and she didn't dare turn to face him.

Sehun stepping from around the corner into the main room. He had changed out of his black suit into more casual clothes as to not intimidate her with his usually serious image--a white buttondown and black pants, his long hair slightly matted, the free strands falling along his forehead.

She was here. She stood right there, in front of him and he could feel a sense of respite in her presence. Now he could tell her why he truly wanted her here. Now he could protect her. Now he could apologize for lying to her. The last thing he wanted was for her to run away.

#sehun #oh sehun #exo sehun #sehun smut #exo #exo mafia au #eventual smut #Eventual romance #eventual fluff #eventual happy ending #sehun x oc #sehunxoc #romance #fluff #sehun fluff #fluff smut #kpop smut #sehunsmut #smut

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pevensiedmund · 4 years ago

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hi, i'm your secret santa match for the ycmal thing and i only do artwork ;w; i was hoping you could give me a longer list of things that i'd be able to express visually ;;;;

oh!! this is a very lovely surprise, sorry i'm late to seeing this ask and replying (mobile tumblr sucks but it barely works on my laptop). as promised, i'll leave you a list of prompts that can hopefully help since i know my ycmal holiday exchange (#promo #ad) reqs were writer-skewed. there is no option to put this under read more so sorry to everyone else

mentioned in my reqs, but i'd love a studio ghibli AU of any of the characters that show up in my list. whether its spirited away, kikis delivery, the cat returns, or even whisper of the heart (what is more male hockey player than a repeated motif of "country roads"?) that fits your style best.

The Fountain Incident™ with scratch and money clutching each other. so visceral, so funny

a spies or superhero au would be fun to see visually! both superheroes or a spiderman/mary jane situation if it suits the couple more, i.e. a seb/si or morgan/theo.

i love women so any portrait of a jessica, irina, yvette(!!), or melissa would delight me. i have trouble visualizing many characters in my head so honestly any new art of a character in ycmal is thrilling

on that note, jordan davies & his twin lindsay 🔥🔥

(this is self-indulgent) i wrote an IT au with robbie + matty + 3 dineen siblings + melissa last year for the exchange! so if you wanted to draw some kid ycmals being cute, or some adult ycmals covered in blood while you're in a halloween mood, i would adore that for any of the squad. doesn't need to be IT related, a kid robbie or melissa is always cute

the og dineens are favorites for me, so a dineen gathering over xmas or after a college game or at the nhl draft would be super neat! bonus if robbie is there & william is giving him heart eyes.

jake lourdes crying. i love him and i relate to how he is easy to cry as well. him ugly crying because of angst reasons, crying with emily while watching a romcom together, or because he's a kid who just saw degrassi and realized gay people exist. i want that hunk Obliterated!

jake and gabe in juniors! doing some dumb london knights stuff

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todokori-kun · 7 years ago

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The fix was quicker than I expected! Dad’s bringing it (the computer) home today :D

someone needs to photoshop smiling cherubs and flowers around them

OH whoops, sorry about the misunderstanding ^^;; Idk what I even want to happen to the Touken baby, I just don’t want it to die in the womb.

Uta/Touka child might also be pretty attractive, now that I think about it ;)

(Uta/Rize or Uta/Itori child would look even better though)

I was in a nice, fluffy mood when I wrote that. Unfortunately, as I’m going to get my computer back and will be able to start working on the Heathers AU again tonight, this will probably be the last you’ll see of Cinnamon Roll Evans for a while :)

YES I read the new Kuro chapter! Honestly I disliked the 2CT for various reasons but now that it’s actually become canon I think I feel a little better about it (also, is it just me or does ‘real’ Ciel look a bit different from 'our’ Ciel on the last page? His face looks too…perfect, if that makes sense). I’m excited to see what this means for Lizzy’s relationship with both Ciels and Undertaker’s connection to the Phantomhives!

Oh, actually I agree with you there? What I meant by 'op’ is more of a really strong character, not an overpowered one ^^;; sorry, I’ll try to explain myself better:

Super strong characters like Levi, Mikasa, the Titan Trio, Kaneki, Eto, Arima, Sebastian…they are all technically 'op’ (especially Sebastian, dude has literally no weaknesses so far). However, they work because they also have traits that interest us beyond just their strength. Kaneki is a lonely child, a selfish person with a fear of being left behind, drifting and unable to find a reason to live. Levi is an orphan who was raised by a serial killer- he clawed his way up to where he is now. Annie is a sixteen-year-old trained into a killing machine from childhood, she went through life believing that the only person she could trust was her father, and she was desperate to return to him.

(It’s also difficult because everyone seems to have a different definition of 'op’; I personally just use it to jokingly refer to powerful characters or when I talk about strong characters whose power levels are inconsistent with canon to the point where it gets ridiculous (example: we know titan shifters take some time to heal, so if a titan shifter came along who could be behaded then have their head instantly stick back onto their neck like some sort of AoT version of Noro, I’d consider them OP).)

I guess what I was trying to say was that it’s fine to have strong characters, just make sure that they have an actual personality (readers need a reason to care about the characters, after all!) and that their powers make sense? ^^;;

(Also, I think I might have sounded a bit passive-aggressive or rude during this convo about op characters, I'm really sorry if I did OTL I didn’t mean to, but when I reread my comments I realized they could come off that way)

I agree with you about the AoT OCs though. Unfortunately there aren’t a lot of good ones…actually, most OCs I see for popular fandoms aren’t very interesting. Other than the powers or character designs the thing that bothers me is the lack of proper personality (why do so many people think 'happy’ is a personality trait???).

And definitely agree 100% on the angsty backstory. Like, that’s just overkill. There’s a difference between tragedy and being edgy. (It also sort of depends on how good the writer is at conveying emotion and handling the angst, but for the most part stuff like that is

That’s a great way to do things! :D I’m really, really disorganized when it comes to making characters…usually a concept pops into my head and I run with it, adding in details along the way. Tatsuo was created when I wanted to make a male TG OC and suddenly this image of a smug-looking guy with a long black ponytail popped into my head, Naomi started from the idea of making a character with the themes of 'self-discovery’ 'identity’ and 'lies’ woven into their arc. Louisa was literally born from an outfit- I randomly thought of an outfit that looked really pretty and traditionally feminine, yet was actually very practical when you looked closer. Then I tried to imagine what kind of person would wear these clothes and that was Louisa…

idk, I’m bad at explaining stuff haha

(also: Tatsuo was also inspired by various vampire characters I saw in anime/manga, books and TV shows. He’d be so offended if he knew LOL in fact, he just might serve me for dinner at the restaurant or something ;-;)

TYSM! I’m really glad you’ve liked all three of my OCs so far, thank you for listening to me ramble about my babies (actually only Naomi is my baby, Tatsuo and I disowned each other and Louisa moved out) <33333

As for Lou, I’ll send you some more info about her after I develop her a bit more if you like? :) For now, a few random things:

-rarely shows emotions like anger or sorrow

-not because she’s bottling them up, but because she’s learned how to handle them in a healthy way

-always smells like mint for some reason

-maybe because she’s addicted to mint tea

-her bodyguard suspects she doesn’t drink water at all and lives on the stuff

-she also likes strong flavors

-has the kind of bright, pretty smile that makes you want to trust her

-so you do

-and you (probably) get killed

-had a girlfriend named Iris once, a nice, sensible girl who managed to keep her from getting too buried in her work and various plans for her family and took care of her in ways that her bodyguard couldn’t (AKA somehow got her to realize that mint tea does not equal a proper meal)

-unfortunately Iris did not know that Lou can be a bit terrible

-she walked in on Lou casually wiping the blood off of her knife with the dead body of a certain businessman on the floor in front of her

-“Oh, Iris. What are you doing here, darling? I thought I asked the servants to keep you upstairs, my private meetings can be a bit messy… Iris? Love, are you quite alright? You look a little pale…”

-Well, that was the end of that relationship

XD the titan designs are one of the best things about AoT, in my opinion. You could make a gallery out of all the pictures of them that that have appeared in the anime and the manga so far lol

Oh, really? Hope you enjoy/ed the list then :D was it ok??? (Part 2 was intended to smash feels)

Sweet! That wasn’t so long ^^

I know you meant Voldy and Draco by the flower statement but...

I’m this close to finding a physical copy of the manga and throwing it in the fire while yelling ‘Lighten the fuck up’.

Gimme the Uta/Itori love child now, pretty please. Damn, that would be one attractive baby.

And now I fear for my life. Great. Well, more for my hear than for my life, but whatever.

Well, I never really had a formed opinion on the 2CT theory, but I did read a few things about it. I didn’t expect it to be true, though. Welp, now we can assume it is true, and I am SHOOK Here’s an accurate description of me during the chapter.

I think that might be since he’s a tiny bit more similar to Vincent, while Our Ciel is more similar to Rachel. I mean, we know that there are physical differences between the two (if we assume that Real Ciel is the one who was previously Lizzy’s fiancé), because Real Ciel is taller than Our Ciel.

Yep, I definitely can’t wait to see where it’ll go from now. I remember seeing a post that said ‘This is the biggest shock to the fandom since we found out Undertaker was fuckable’

Also: Our!Ciel: three years ago I lost my dear twin brother to some cultists and a demon. Real!Ciel: Quit telling everyone I'm dead! Our!Ciel: Sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Oh, I see! I always think of OP as OverPowered, that’s why I got a bit defensive ^^;;;;;

Well, like you said, everyone has their own definition of OP. Sometimes, I’ll even think of OCs who have trait that’s already specific to another character as OP, like Titan-Shifter OCs, or OCs with a plot basically the same to a canon character (not OP but very irritating) And don’t get me started on Demon-Contracted OCs in the Kuro fandom. Those make me want to defenestrate myself.

Yup, I have no problems with strong characters as long as they’re not ridiculously strong and aren’t there purely because of that power, but they also have personality.

Don’t worry, I reread my original statement about OP characters and was like ‘man this sounds so bitchy and high and might hnnnngh’ but couldn’t find a way to rephrase it properly ^^;; So, no worries, I know how you feel ^^

Well, for some reason, it seems that the people who make believable OCs are either lazy or scared to post theirs. Or they simply don’t care. The ones with Mary Sues like to holler at people with ‘LOOK AT MY BAE CHARACTER AREN’T THEY PERFECT???’

There’s this blog I follow (it’s gone inactive, unfortunately) that takes Mary Sues and breaks them down (well, the correct term would be make fun of, but they do offer some advice on how to improve them), and you wouldn’t believe the shit I found there. Here’s the link if you want.

For some reason, people seem to think that the edgier the backstory, the ‘more original’ the character, which (of course) isn’t true, because that means everyone will have a super tragic backstory that no longer makes sense. Another thing I’ve noticed is that they sometimes avoid some pretty important details like ‘Character was born into a healthy, happy family. One thing led to another and the family was killed, while character was molested (a very common backstory theme) and taken in by a cult’ and I’m like ???

My character usually start out like this: *luna is watching a show* OK BUT WHAT IF THERE WAS A CHARACTER WHO-

And so a new character is born.

But your ways of starting a character are also quite interesting ^^ Especially by looking at an outfit! I ALWAYS WANNA LISTEN TO YOU RAMBLE ABOUT CHARACTERS!

Titans make me laugh, honestly. Like, these are supposed to be the main bad creatures? Steampunk zombies (kabaneri) look scarier than that.

It was the hulk smash of feels :-))))

#evans #submission

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