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secret sex drive meme

So, you're an innocent magical girl, a pure-hearted Jedi warrior, a stoic assassin, the team's levelheaded strategist, a hero, a nerdy bookworm, a responsible mother figure, a hot-blooded shounen hero...

...and you're also a huge pervert.

No one would peg you as that, but it's the truth. Whether you're insatiable for sex and need it anywhere and everywhere, have kinks you want to fulfill, or are in possession of pent-up sexual frustration (or just plain aggression, no sex involved) you need to get out through a passionate display, nobody knows your dirty little secret. At least, that was the case before you met this person, the one who you've opened yourself up to, for better or for worse. They can give you the release you need for your heightened sex drive.

Were they surprised when they learned what you're really like? Disgusted? Open to what makes you happy? Or maybe you've found your soulmate in them; if they're not as equally "perverse," damn it, they'll try.

That, or they'll tease you mercilessly.

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[OOC: Goin' straight to hell for it, but why not?]

[Look if ever someone needed to blow off some steam in a way that doesn't end up with a mob of villagers with pitchforks and torches...]

((Normally a workaholic engineer. Could definitely be a closet sex fiend.))

[Care to have this street punk who's got some hands-on mechanical and electronics experience brought on as her apprentice and then more?]

((Sounds good to me! Would you set us up? Also just FYI, I spelled her name wrong somehow, it should be "Chizuru".))

[Oho that makes a little more sense. XD I figure Tetsuo's trying (badly) to hide his feelings, and then she can blow him out of the water by returning them unexpectedly! And yeah, I'll set up! I'll try and leave it ambiguous who's AU'ed into whose setting for you, but let me know if there's anything you want added/changed, or feel free to do so yourself!]

Tetsuo had been working for Chizuru for a few months--essentially since she'd picked him up, a street punk living on his own in an abandoned building in a slum. He'd been maintaining a heavily customized motorcycle and the custom-refurbished generator powering the building he squatted in, essentially completely on his own with almost no income. That demonstration of his mechanical and electrical talents, together with the loyalty he quickly demonstrated after a bit of nurturing treatment, made for an extremely promising apprentice.

If there was anything that might have been a hiccup--at least, for most people--it was that before very long, it became obvious he had developed an enormous crush on her. Of course, he tried to conceal it and pretend nothing was going on to avoid bothering her, but in all honesty he was pretty bad at it. The way he'd glance at her, grin a little too much when she was near him, get obviously flustered... he seemed to think she was wonderful and pure and a million miles above him.

It helped a little bit that work mostly involved focusing on mechanical parts. It made for a great way of keeping his mind off of softer, rounder parts that he was absolutely certain he shouldn't be thinking about too much, and it was one of many nights he stayed up late in her workshop, sublimating his thoughts about her into work. The least he could do, after all, was every single thing she asked him to do.

It has hard to impress Chizuru, work-wise. She was normally completely dedicated to her own projects and had little time for other people getting under her feet. But she'd stumbled onto Tetsuo and the way he had a bike running in perfect condition from mostly donor parts and a generator that didn't explode despite being held together by bailing twine and the will of the almighty, and took him under her wing as an engineer.

Of course there was one thing Tetsuo hadn't realized yet, although most people didn't. Chizuru was a very horny woman. People looked at her and saw the slightly quirky engineer, not a sex fiend who could fuck for hours once she got going - and was easy to get going. And she hadn't gotten any since taking Tetsuo on. Part of that was her fault, she noticed Tetsuo's crush and her and thought she would have asked by now. But he hadn't, in fact he seemed to have got it in his head that she was some beacon of purity and untouchability, and that she hadn't been over on his side of town in the first place solely because she was fucking some rando she met at the bar whose name she'd already forgot. That needed to chance.

"Tetsuo. You're at the dragonturtle, yeah? Overnight-wise?" The Dragonturtle was the mobile base Chizuru lived in and worked on. Tetsuo had a room there too, now he was her apprentice, but he seemed to like spending his nights elsewhere, and not banging her brains out.

Tetsuo jumped and looked up from his work, grinning and laughing sheepishly, obviously a bit startled at her showing up in the workshop at such a late hour, and reached to ruffle his hair a little, although it was already about as messy as it could get. The truth was he mostly just tried to keep out of her way when compromising situations might arise--and hiding out and getting extra hours in at the workshop was one of the places he did so.

"E-..! Y-yah, Chizuru-san, 'course! Hope I wasn't wakin'ya up with noise or nothin'... just, yanno, y'said y'wanted this done, so I was tryin'a get to it quick..."

It wasn't anything she'd needed in a rush, of course, but it sure made for a good excuse to think about something that didn't have curves or thighs or cleavage or those piercing blue-gray eyes.

"Of course not. It's good to see you being so diligent. And it's "Doctor", remember?"

And she meant that. Despite his less-then-eloquent speech and literacy years behind his age level, Tetsuo had proven to be a good student. Well she hadn't kicked him out yet, proving that point and costing some of her coworkers at Shinra an uncomfortable amount in lost bets. But that was neither here nor there.

"Of course, you need to take time off to relax now and then or you'll overdo it. I need your help with that, actually."

Chizuru puffed her chest out, knowing her chest was a good way to catch his attention. She didn't really expect him to finally catch on just from that, but she'd give him a chance to maybe see what was right in front of him before she went ahead and said it.

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"E-..! Eheheh, I mean, Ch-Chizuru-sensei!"

He grinned in that sort of stupid-yet-winningly-enthusiastic way, apparently totally innocent about whatever exactly she was implying... ...except for the way he blushed obviously as she posed at him. To his credit, he at least didn't fall off his stool or anything. His eyes definitely wandered down toward her chest predictably, getting stuck for a couple of seconds before he dragged them back up to meet hers, just a little wider with that effort.

"Uh.. w-what, uh.. what can I do for ya?"

After he said it, he looked a bit more quizzical--how could she need his help with not working...?

"Just 'Doctor'. Geez."

Nope, he didn't get it. Chizuru sighed. Oh well, his reaction should be fun.

"I have sex. Relaxation-wise. And masturbation is nowhere near as good. Now, normally I have a lot of it, and I haven't been with anyone by my hands since you started here. What kind of mood do you think I'm in?"

Surely he'd get the hint. Surely.

Tetsuo blinked, then reddened even more at that initial declaration. He was ready to defend himself that, sure, she was free to do whatever she wanted to and he didn't mean to imply otherwise (never mind that he hadn't really), except that she preempted and derailed him with those details and the question that followed.

"E-..eto... uhh."

He stared a moment, wide-eyed, scratching the back of his head.

"...I guess, uh... k-..kinna frustrated..? But uh... ...I mean y'don't look like you'd have no trouble gettin'-"

He stopped and trailed off there, sitting upright like he'd suddenly received understanding.

"O-oi, if I'm crampin' yer style, I can clear out..!"

...or maybe not.

[Would you be okay with this ex assassin?]

((Worth a try! Also just FYI, I somehow screwed up, her name is "Chizuru".))

Edited (I FAIL SO HARD AT TYPING HER NAME) 2016-11-13 10:25 (UTC)

When Hei was looking for a new job, he had not counted on Shinra to hire him immediately. Fortunately they could be trusted over those he used to work under, the Syndicate. However, the jobs were going to be...a tad harder.

Namely monsters and robots as opposed to humans would be targets. Fortunately he got used to the fighting over time, taking time to train as well, try to get to know people here. His exploration of the facility did eventually lead him to the garage and with Chizuru....and seeing the large red machine near her.

"Is that supposed to be a transformer or something?"

"I was thinking of it, but I couldn't get the bean counters to provide for it. Funding-wise."

Chizuru took a couple of steps toward it. She would have paced around it, but it was huge, and she didn't want to bore the cute new guy before she got to the point.

"She's the Dragonturtle Mk.I, and all-in-one mobile base. I'm pretty sure the parts supplier cheaped out, turbine-wise, but everything else is cutting edge. Has everything you could ever want in the field on board, right down to the ping-pong table."

She stopped and looked at Hei.

"I wanna break it in before anyone else gets to it."

He raised a brow at that last part. Just what in the world was thing meant for? Missions or entertainment? Considering the weirdness of this place already, he was curious.

"May I see what's inside then? You piqued my curiosity."

Anyone who worked with Chizuru for any length of time would realize she tended to overdesign the hell out of whatever she was given. The layman said If it ain't broke, don't fix it. And engineer said If it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features, and Chizuru lived by that mantra.

"Thought you'd never ask. Come this way~"

Smiling, Chizuru lead the way up the boarding ramp. She had a specific kind of breaking in in mind, but it could wait a moment.

He followed her, checking out the exterior a bit more as they walked. It was already so big outside, just what cpuld be fit in this thing...then he realized he forgot something.

"I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Hei, and new here."

"I've heard about you. I'm the chief engineer, Chizuru Urashima. Call me Doctor, love."

She was laying it on a bit already, but she was already tingling inside. Most people didn't know it, but Chizuru could be rather... voracious. But they'd get to that in a moment.

"Home sweet home," Chizuru said as they entered, arriving in what frankly looked like a lounge area. "Dunno if I'll need my room again, I'd prefer to be on board. Sleeping-wise."

He eyed the room, raising a brow again. Just how relaxed were they hoping to make their agents? Syndicate had nothing even remotely close to this.

"Don't exactly blame you. Already looks better than my place so far."

And he was real simple. All he needed was a a bed, shower, and a kitchen to be content.

Honestly, this was supposed to be a cargo hold. Chizuru had taken a few liberties.

"Right. Like I said, I want some help breaking it in."

She'd wait for him to ask what she meant.

With some hints, he kinda had a feeling as to what she meant. But he played along for now; better to be right than wrong anyway.

"And just what did you have in mind exactly?"

"There's something you learn, working for a dimensional watchdog," Chizuru began. "People. Fuck. Everywhere. Seriously, I bet when I let skunk-stripe and the immature immortal on this thing they're going to be sullying the bunks by the end of the week. If you want to be the first somewhere, you have to be proactive."

She leaned a bit close.

"Interested?"

Normally he didn't do this so openly, barring an old partner he occasionally worked with before she vanished. Now though...

He put his arms around her hips, bringing her close. "Interested. Could do with a destresser."

"I thought you'd get it." Unlike him, Chizuru had a lot of short-notice sex. She was a bit insatiable when she wasn't working, actually. And having been working for a long time on something as big as the Dragonturtle...

"Want some first, head-wise?" she asked. "As long as you're not a once-and-done guy I can be quite generous."

He nodded. "Sure. You'll find out I am capable of lasting for a while, Doctor."

Had to keep up the energy, and his extra training was ensuring he could keep up with the others.

"That's the kind of thing I like to hear. Back that up and I might do this against for fun."

First things first though. She wasn't completely impersonal about things, and started off with a kiss.

A casual thing to help him destress sounded good. Hardly even interfered with his work either; didn't really have to worry about others getting involved anymore anyway.

He kissed back, moving backwards just to sit right on one of the chairs, make this easier for the Doctor to do her job.

((Maybe he thinks about something other than mountains, every now and then.))

[She's far from the closeted perv in question, but she won't mind being on the receiving end of anyone's breaking point.]

[ooc: For

dirtytrenchcoat loosely circa mid to late s6]

Crowley might have thought he was doing a decent job staying under the radar, but Meg had his number. Though they seemed to be dwindling, her eyes and ears still came through with the occasional update on the so-called king. She liked to think she could beat him at his own game, but even Meg was starting to doubt her odds.

At least with him off the game board for the moment she could afford to move more freely than she had in months. Prowling crowded bars made for the occasional distraction from the looming feeling of purposelessness that had been growing on her steadily since Lucifer's disappearance. Moving on Crowley with such an abysmal number of loyalists remaining would be suicide, and it wasn't difficult to see that she was running out of options. What she wasn't running short on was pent up rage, and that only seemed to be getting worse no matter how she occupied her time.

For what it was worth, her shit mood was in good company that night. Meg always had a thing for rowdy college towns simply because they were easy to blend into and chock full of the hot, young, stupid, and corruptable - but without fail, they turned dreary as hell when the home team lost the big game. Not that she was complaining, of course. It was oddly satisfying to watch a bunch of adult children crying into their craft beers over something as inconsequential as a football game.

She ordered another shot of whiskey before heading out back for a smoke. Pulling her jacket tight around her small frame, the demon stepped out into the brisk night air and lit up a menthol, leaning casually back against the brick wall of a dim alley and contemplating how to capitalize on some of the collective despair around her.

Edited 2016-11-14 02:29 (UTC)

"You shouldn't be here."

Despite evading Crowley she'd never be far past Castiel's range of tracking, so close to the thick of everything. The fact that she made herself a target was reckless, and that showed plainly on his face. Navigating the interdimensional wavelengths of heaven to fight a war made Castiel more restless than usual. He didn't want to dwindle in the garrison, and his allies that remained at home were of little use to him on the ground level. Dean and Sam were dealing with their differences and lately Castiel wasn't feeling as welcome as he had previously.

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The angel's sudden appearance caught Meg very much off guard, but the only reaction he got was a sullen glare as she took a long, cathartic drag and rolled her eyes. This idiot, who couldn't even finish a clean hit. Worse yet, she wouldn't rule out the possibility that he might be working with the smarmy dick - in which case she was prepared to run far and fast, angel tracking be damned. Her eyes narrowed and she casually stood up straight, crossing her arms.

"What's it to you, pizza man?" She smirked. Even if he was there to sell her out, she could get under his skin a little in the meantime.

"You're lazy and reckless. It's almost like you want to be caught."

As much as Castiel might have seen himself blotting out her flame it wasn't in his hands anymore. Too much had happened, and his resolve was fading fast. Options were becoming fewer and he was getting so desperate for a resolution he was backing away from the few true alliances he still sustained.

"Maybe you're tired of running."

The pizza comment isn't lost on him, but it also isn't something he focuses on longer than necessary. He hasn't moved yet, he doesn't need to. Any running she could do still wouldn't be fast enough. Not that he'd pursue her, it would be too easy to find her later when her hackles weren't up.

Edited 2016-11-14 03:05 (UTC)

"Caught by who?" she asked innocently, standing still but lifting an eyebrow. "You took out the guy who had it out for me," she countered, curious as to whether he'd lie to her. There was more than a hint of challenge in her gaze as she waited, poised to react.

She didn't acknowledge it but for a small knit in her brow as her glare returned, but his words hit too close to home. Of course she was tired. She was exhausted and disheartened and caring less and less by the moment about hell's fate. What did it matter? She shrugged, playing to his assumption and taking another slow drag before responding. "I'm having a little fun. Sue me."

Edited 2016-11-14 04:27 (UTC)

"Crowley wasn't the only one looking for you."

There's a strange pause in their conversation because despite their differences she was usually much smarter than she let on. It's unfortunate that he's had to work with Crowley at all, but their alliance had almost run its course. Thankfully, Castiel had no intention of using him for longer than he had to.

"This is fun?" Hidden in those words is the slight ghost of a smile. Cas doesn't know Meg very well, and that's fine, but he knows her well enough to know that this isn't something she'd draw any profound meaning from. "This is just an escape."

Edited 2016-11-14 12:10 (UTC)

She was uncharacteristically silent, wheels turning as she tried to put her finger on what exactly was so off about the angel. Finally, Meg just came out with it. "Please. I think you know as well as I do that he can't do much while he's playing dead." She flicked her cigarette to the ground and crushed it against the asphalt with the toe of one boot. "Don't tell me you're doing all his dirty work now," she added with a disapproving sniff.

"At the moment? Not especially," she admitted, letting out a small chuckle. "And what's the matter with escaping for a while, anyway? You oughta try it some time."

Edited 2016-11-14 14:42 (UTC)

"I'm not." She keeps pressing, so Castiel is confident with responding in kind. No one would believe Meg if she said anything, her value of trust with Dean and Sam had been on the rocks for a while. Working with a demon very rarely went hand in hand with security, and that was still true of his dealings with Crowley now.

Castiel closes the gap between himself and Meg with a litheness that speaks of practice. He's been fighting for so long, defenses up for such a long time, that moving in silence was more than just tactical. It became second nature to him a long time ago. "I don't have that luxury."

She rolled her eyes and her expression said it all - she thought he was an idiot, but she was also relieved. Even if the Winchesters would have believed a single word out of her mouth, she wouldn't be particularly compelled to rat Cas out in the first place. She didn't catch his swift movement until he was right in front of her. She tensed again, but barely reacted save for her sultry laugh.

"Oh come on Clarence, live a little," she drawled, taking advantage of their sudden closeness to pat one of his cheeks lightly. "It's all going to hell anyway," she smirked, "or what's left of it."

"Not if I have anything to say about it." The proximity between them causes the hair on the back of his neck to rise. A vessel he once occupied with James Novak, but was now entirely his. It was a new sensation, paired with an entirely new urge. Meg had been a nagging feeling for a while. Ever since their initial kiss. So far, he didn't like her beyond admiring her loyalty and tenacity, but he would have to be blind to not notice their chemistry.

"But you'd like that wouldn't you?" Hell, on earth, it was her original M.O. Even if Castiel could pin her against the wall, he doesn't, because he knows she isn't going anywhere. She couldn't if she tried. His lips meet hers in a crushing kiss driven by fiery passion, brimstone, and desire.

"Ah, I see," she replied, meaning every bit of her patronizing tone. Because one angel could absolutely stop the whole shabang from going to shit after a failed apocalypse. Meg wouldn't be holding her breath, especially if Crowley was involved in whatever plan Cas was cooking up. It's not that she didn't want desperately to have faith in something again, but no way was this guy it - even if he was a little more than a tempting conquest.

"Maybe I would..." there was more to her witty reply, but that and every other coherent thought left her mind when his lips pressed hard against hers. There was certainly no objection for the demon's part; her meatsuit practically melted against his vessel and she kissed him back with a dark, lustful fervor. It was unexpected, though she supposed maybe it shouldn't have been. Her lips moved against his, her tongue pressed past them to tangle with the angel's.

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