bakerstreet | warmed up smut meme.

warmed up smut meme.

warmed up smut meme.

This was never supposed to happen.

You're not the average person, going doe-eyed and soft for anyone and everyone. Perhaps you're not even a person: you're of another species, an angel, an alien, a demon, something beyond human emotions. Or, if you are as human as human could be, you tend towards coldness; you could be just a naturally cool personality, a person with a cause that you’ve forsaken all else for, someone who’s repressed all emotions for personal or safety reasons, or even an individual trained or brainwashed to be blank and calculating. Details.

No matter what, this was never supposed to happen.

At best, you were meant to be uninvolved. Just a casual, unaffected observer, or someone unaffiliated with them. At worst, they were intended to be a target for you. At neutral? Well, you're not supposed to know or care about them. Certainly, you weren't intended to love (love?) the way they make you feel, the way they smell, their face. You shouldn't want to know how it feels to touch them; you shouldn't want to know what it would be with them forever.

Above all else, you should not be having sex with them, the most heated of all actions. Whether it be the first time or the hundredth time you've had sex, this is the first time you're body's felt like it might catch fire, as if intercourse is an emotion rather than a sensation. No matter if they're gently guiding the way or you're taking charge, you're realizing the inevitable - you're in love with them.

It's too late for you to freeze yourself once again. You've already warmed up beyond measure by all that they've shown you. Will you admit to that or harden your heart as much as you can?

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((canon tsundere demon! aka this meme is his life))

((Kinda in the mood for some more light-hearted m/m for this one, though nothing is off-limits and I'm fine with the mood of the thread changing if it does happen. Basically, Kanzaki here is a man who can't show his happier feelings on his face, so he always looks super serious and aloof. If someone really knows him well enough, they might be able to read him though. Further character info and ooc preferences are in his journal.))

[ Interested? ]

ooc: sure!

ooc: awesome ^^ Any preferences?

ooc: none, I'm good with anything

ooc: Okay, here goes. ic:

This was supposed to be a routine investigation. How could Dean have not heard of Fringe division? He usually kept away from the suits though. But as a hunter you need proper information, and to get that information you have to sometimes talk to suits.

And with some time and repeat visits, what started as a professional interaction changed to a... well...

"Peter Bishop, you son of a bitch, how have you been man?" Dean smiled as soon as he saw him approach. He couldn't help it, "Good to see you again" Dean went ahead and reached for a handshake as usual.

[ The archangel Michael. He is most definitely the one in need of some warming up, which is ironic, considering all of his associations with fire. He's been the power behind God's throne for a reallllly long time, and a weapon, so he's just all sorts of tired. ]

[ they're both quiet, on the drive back. derek's holding braeden's hand and she's letting him, eyes on the road. derek's gaze flicks to the blue jeep in the rearview, then to her in the driver's seat, but he doesn't ask. he doesn't say anything at all. he died and came back to life and that's exhausting on it's own, and he wants to go home and get in bed with her and sleep.

he wants her to be there in the morning, that's more to the point. but derek doesn't know how to ask, and she hasn't volunteered, so they're quiet instead. derek's thumb strokes over her knuckles absently over and over, the most overt plea he's capable of making right now.

before this, when they've gone to bed together, it's all adrenaline-fueled, urgency coloring the motions. the softer things come after, the gentleness, braeden's fingers light on his cheek as she studies his face. that's after, not before. but when they get back to the loft this time, derek just sighs, slips his arms around her waist and pushes his face into her neck, closes his eyes and breathes steady like he plans on staying there while she hangs on to him. ]

Lay down with me?

[ it's muffled, quiet, but he knows she can hear him. what's going to take getting used to is hearing her. it's familiar, but he just--

with his senses back, she's drowning him. he can't focus on anything else. he wants her to stay so badly but can't find the words, just tries to take in everything from the beat of her heart to the scent of her skin, desperate, already bracing for it to go away. ]

Edited (i'm an embarrassment) 2014-11-06 01:15 (UTC)

[ braeden doesn't like to let things get to her, but she's still all shook up from watching him die on her. the same vulnerability that drew her to him in the first place had gone and goddamn killed him. he's fine now, which is great, but it doesn't mean she didn't get her moment of realizing how bad losing him would hurt. ]

[ and now that vulnerability's all gone and he's back to being a werewolf? he doesn't need her anymore. though it's possible she's just making excuses because she's scared, scared of ending up hurt, because he sure still seems vulnerable, falling softly against her like he does when they're catching their breath in bed after. ]

[ she rubs his back. she's probably not the only one still reeling from his resurrection. she half expects him to want to fuck, but normally that's precluded by pushing into each other's space in different ways, both of them tearing each other's clothes off, fisting each other's hair. derek's vibing different. ]

Sure.

[ she has to step back from him, then: carefully, like she thinks he might fall and shatter if she's not there to prop him up. ]

[ he wants to stay close to her. it's a lot to process, dying and coming back, and derek's choosing to linger on the easier things. easy like the way he wants to be close to her, like the way he can scent her now and doesn't want to stop. it's only easy if he doesn't think of everything else, if he doesn't think about what happens in the morning.

she's not the staying kind. neither was derek once, but he is now. he doesn't know what happens in the morning. he doesn't know what happens if she leaves, how he copes with the enormity of this without her hands steadying him. he catches at her hand, draws her in a step, his thumb rubbing her palm. ]

I'm alright. [ because he can at least read that in her, the way she moves like she's waiting for something to break. he tugs lightly on her hand, draws her over with him. ] Come here.

[ they've been in his bed before. he can even smell them now, their scents intermingled on the sheets. he wants to tell her about it, how everything smells of them, but it's hard to explain. he'd never had to think about putting it into words before, and now that he's experienced being without his senses, the enormity of it seems too much. he focuses on her instead, letting go of her hands to reach for the hem of her shirt, hesitating like he wants permission to take it off. ]

Edited 2014-11-11 03:03 (UTC)

[ she drew away to start undressing herself, but he catches at her and pulls her back in close again. the strange thing is, she doesn't even mind. normally that kind of clinginess would have her running for the door, but with derek she just thinks it's cute. ]

[ he leads her over to his bed, and she indulges him when he reaches for her clothing rather than letting her do it herself. she gives a barely perceptible nod, arms lifting a little in clear invitation for him to strip her, and soon her shirt is in his hands. ]

Gonna take my boots off, too?

[ she teases, since they're long, zip up leather things that he'd have to kneel for. ]

If you let me.

[ derek answers, amused. he's fussing with the fabric of her shift, before he just lets it fall to the ground, steps in to put his hands on her hips instead, palms on her bare skin. ]

I would.

[ he's mostly talking around what he wants, which is the two of them naked in bed together. he isn't even sure he wants sex, just that he wants to have her close, blankets wound tight around them. derek might have been the one who died, but he needs this too, needs to reassure himself that she's alright and still here. ]

[ braeden's fingers are at her own belt, as she unbundled it, thumbs open her fly. her pants are tight, and so are her boots, all of her skintight and dangerous. ]

Go on then.

[ she encourages, because she can't take her pants off until he's removed her boots. ]

[ derek kisses her first, just a quick peck to keep himself from getting distracted. he could get lost kissing her too easy, and he'd rather take her pants off instead. he runs his hands down her torso instead, checking for injuries. it's strange, knowing that he's going to heal and she won't, that if they fight together they aren't going to path each other up, not the way they had before. he hesitates, hands on her hips, before he sinks down to his knees. ]

Here. [ as he undoes the zipper, drags it down and lets his hand linger at her ankle. his free hand encourages her foot up, just enough to draw off her boot. ] I've got it.

[ he looks up at her, a little despairing at how attached he is, what's become of them. [

[ she wants to tell him she's fine, that he doesn't have to worry about her, but she can't really object to hands on her skin. she can't deny that she wants to do the same, but THERES nothing to check now. derek is all wolf again, is healing again, and that's still not something she totally knows how to wrap her mind around. not being the strongest of the two of them, losing that edge over him that helped her feel in control even as she was slipping in detachment? it's gonna take some getting used to. ]

[ braeden balances easily, lifting first one foot, and then the other, toes wiggling a little as he slides her boots off her feet. she doesn't really wait, drops her pants as soon as both feet are back on the floor again, peeling off her tight jeans and stepping out of those, too, until she's just in her underwear, plain and simple black briefs and bra. ]

[ derek looks up at her, despairing. she's beautiful. she'd been the last thing he'd seen before he'd died, if that's what he'd done. he doesn't know what to tell her, what to say about it, if anything. instead he leans forward, arms around her waist, face pressed into her stomach as he sighs. ]

Can I take these off?

[ as if he hadn't already had blanket permission for it, like he still needs to check. ]

[ at the question, braeden raises her eyebrows a little, because he's not acting the way he normally does before they fuck, all gentle guidance and sweeping her off her feet, sometimes literally. but he also knows she prefers to sleep in panties so she doesn't rub all over the sheets. ]

Sure.

[ she wonders if she's supposed to say no to these little requests, to take control off him and strip him down while she's still got her underwear on. sometimes she gets the impression he wants her to dominate him, but they've never talked about it. so instead she just reaches behind her back to unclips her bra and shrug out of it even as he's drawing her panties down. ]

[ derek isn't sure what he wants, what he's doing anymore. he wants to ask her if she's staying now that everything's over. he isn't interested in sending her to chase kate down anymore, isn't interested in anything but keeping her close. but he can't bring himself to ask. it feels like asking her to give something up. he doesn't want to do that, just as he kisses her belly, rises up to kiss her mouth instead. ]

Sorry, just...let me--

[ he breaks with a short, frustrated noise and leans back into her, pulling her in against her. he can't focus on anything but her. he'd been missing all of this, the scent of her skin, the beat of her heart loud in his ears. ]

You still smell like the desert.

[ now she's undressed for him, bare and not particularly shy about it. he pulls her in against his clothed body and she runs her hands lightly over his broad shoulders, lets him kiss her. he's so boyish, sometimes, she just wants to be gentle with him. ]

Your turn now, right?

[ hands sliding right down, and she steps back again with her palms on his stomach, and then sits down on the bed and looks him over expectantly, like she wants to enjoy the show. ]

[ there's a moment where derek doesn't want to let her go, doesn't want to accept the distance. but she sits down, and derek raises his eyebrows back at her before he lifts his shirt off, draws it up over his head. his skin is smooth, entirely unblemished, like nothing happened at all, like he hadn't been bleeding out. it never struck him as strange until now. after weeks of injuries lingering, the lack of it feels strange. derek hadn't realized he'd gotten so used to it. ]

Yeah. [ as he thumbs open his jeans, toes out of his boots. it's all one motion, quick and perfunctory. he could show off, but there's not a point to that. it's not how derek uses his body. things like that, they aren't for people he actually cares about. ] You're sure you're not hurt?

[ it's not meant to be patronizing, just concern as derek steps close to her, reaches to cup her face in his hands, thumb across his cheek like their nudity isn't a thing. ]

[ braeden lifts her hand and touches his bare side, where the bandage used to sit. where he'd been shot, not that long ago. there's nothing there. her own body is a mess of scars, from the clawmarks on her throat and down. bullet wounds, teeth marks, knife slashes, scalding water, even an accident with her bike when she was much younger. they all leave a written history on her naked body, but Derek's, she realizes, is gone. ]

I'm fine.

[ true enough. she was roughed up a little fighting, but there's nothing she really classifies as an injury. and she's a little offended that he feels like he has to check, like she wouldn't have said something on the long damn drive back. ]

I'm not the one who died.

It doesn't count as death if I'm still walking around.

[ or that's what derek's telling himself. he doesn't know how else to handle this, and he doesn't particularly want to dwell on it. they're naked and he doesn't know what to do now, what he wants other than to blanket her with his body and scent her and hope she stays in the morning. ]

Sorry, I just--I'm still trying to get used to it.

[ the return of his senses, his own disgust at the fact that he feels unsettled by all of it. it should be familiar, but it's not really. he'd gotten used to being human. he has to readjust, and it's not as easy as it should be. he wishes it was. ]

What makes you think you have to apologize?

[ she slides her hands up his abdomen and then his chest, scratches her nails down through the pelt of hair there. the faint red marks she leaves behind fade almost straight away. she makes an appreciative noise and tugs at the hair below his navel. ]

I'm just glad you're all in one piece.

[ it's crazy how glad. she doesn't know how it would feel to truly lose him: the sick swooping moments as he drifted away from her were already at her capacity for awful. fearing that kind of devastation is exactly why she holds people at arm length. not derek, though. him, she pulls in closer. ]

You've spent your whole life with these senses. You'll adjust.

[ braeden pulls and derek goes, melts into her. the way she scratches and pulls makes him shiver all over, mouth breathlessly into the curve of her neck. he isn't sure whether he wants to fuck or just do this, stay close to her, not a single piece of clothing between them. ]

I know. [ softly, lips moving against her skin before he pulls back to cup her cheek, fingers splayed over the scars there. ] I always do.

[ derek adapts. he survives. he isn't worried about that, but he doesn't want--

if she leaves, he doesn't want to adapt to that, to missing her the way he'd missed jennifer in spite of everything. his thumb strokes along her cheek. ]

Are you leaving?

[ it's quiet, but weighty, the question derek's been dancing around for their entire long drive home. ]

[ braeden sighs, like she wishes he hadn't asked that. ]

I've got another job.

[ so she can't stay in beacon hills. girl's gotta eat. abruptly his weight over her feels stifling, like he wants to physically pin her in his bed, and she rolls them fluidly with her legs around his hips. she settles into his lap, smooths her hands up his chest and then higher in a long stretch that brings them nose to nose, her breasts firm against him. ]

Besides, you don't need me anymore.

[ her investment can protect itself again. ]

[ there's a split second of tension. derek could struggle, could keep her pinned if he wanted. they aren't even close to evenly matched anymore, or not in terms of brute strength. he knows she could still take him, but it wouldn't be as easy as it had been that first night. derek lets it happen, settles under her, hands smoothing up her back as she presses against him. ]

When did I say that?

[ quietly, looking up at her. it's always too easy to let her have this, have him pinned down and neck bared, more pliant than he should be. ]

I don't think I did.

[ he needs her for more than this. he remembers her face above him, pain blurring the edges, how he'd wanted to tell her it hadn't hurt. derek looks at her, palms running over the wings of her shoulder blades and wants desperately to ask her to stay, but if she wants to go, then--

then he'd have to live with it. he don't know how to trap her here, couldn't bring himself to do it. but he wanted her to stay. he wanted her to want to stay. ]

You don't need to be trained anymore. Or protected. Or for me to hunt down Argent.

[ she points out, settling herself over him. it's not really sexual, propping her chin on a hand and her elbow beside his head, leaning there as she looks down into his face, her eyes all sad. ]

And don't try to feed me some line about needing me for this, 'cause I promise you don't.

[ but that's good. braeden doesn't like the thought of anyone needing her for anything. doesn't make it hurt less to say it to him, though. and she doesn't stop to think about if maybe she needs him. if maybe she's wound herself up too tight in this and can't just walk away from it now that the job's over. ]

[ she kisses him, trying to gentle her words. ]

[ it's all true, really. or it would be true if those were the only reasons derek wanted her around. she dismisses everything and then kisses him like that's going to make derek forget that she's talking about leaving. he sighs into it, but his hands drop to her thighs, hold tight there as she draws back. ]

Don't tell me what I need. [ peevish, though he's breathless and that probably ruins the effect. ] I need you here. That's not a line.

[ he's blurring the line between need and want, but he doesn't care. if she wants to leave, she can, but derek doesn't want it to be because she doesn't think she can stay unless there's a job, unless there's some exchange of goods. ]

[ braeden quirks a brow at him. ]

You think I won't come back?

Will you?

[ it's a little unfair, asking the question like that. derek had left before, ha gone because he'd needed to go and no one had asked him if he was coming back. he hadn't really given them the chance. but he asks anyway, because Derek's always been a hypocrite, applied different standards to himself than he asked of anyone else. ]

It's a good thing you've got your looks.

[ she deadpans, looking down at him like she isn't sure whether to be amused or upset or offended. she knows he isn't actually stupid, but she can't let this be a serious conversation, isn't sure she can do heartfelt, or even express half the shit she's feeling about him lately. ]

I've gotta work. But I'll come back for you.

[ on some level, derek isn't sure he's worth coming back to. that's the thing at the root of this entire conversation, the niggling doubt sparking the question at the first place. he can hear the truth of the statement in the steadiness of her heartbeat, but derek's still quiet for a moment, fingers tracing restlessly across her skin. ]

I'll wait. [ derek says slowly, attempting to choose his words carefully. ] Until you come back.

[ because for all she says he doesn't need her, he does. that's the point he's trying to make. him needing her has nothing to do with his power. ]

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warmed up smut meme.

fenrich / disgaea 4 / ota

Kanzaki | A place for half a rent | OTA

mina murray | dracula untold

Cassie Aisnworth | Skins

Anna | OUAT

Amy Pond | Doctor Who

Caroline Forbes | TVD

Margaery Tyrell | ASOIAF

Lucrezia Borgia | The Borgias

Peter Bishop | Fringe

Dean Winchester | Supernatural

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Michael • Abrahamic Mythology • OTA

Alleyne - the Headless Horseman ♞ OUAT/SPN OC ♞ OTA, prefer F/M

Anne Boleyn || The Tudors || OTA, prefer F/M

Dejah Thoris || John Carter/A Princess of Mars || OTA, prefer F/M

Daenerys Targaryen (ASoIaF/GoT)

rapunzel ☀ tangled ☀ f/m

lacus clyne ♫ gundam seed/destiny ♫ f/m

braeden / teen wolf

rolls into this. i'm maybe doing the meme wrong HAHA I HIT THE ENTER BUTTON TOO EARLY FML

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hey ilu

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