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thesirencult · 2 years

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Pick A Pile

messages from your future spouse

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Pile 1

The Hermit, King Of Wands, 8 Of Cups

This masculine energy is very firey. He is independent and older than you. You're both going through a period of grief and isolation.

" I know you're tired. You've been closed off for a very long time. Guarding your heart and waiting for me and only me. I love you baby. I love you so much it hurts. I know, I took so long to find you. I'm so busy with my business and being a boss. Even though I'm super busy , I think about you all the time.

I'm wondering. Where are you ?

What do you look like ? You're beautiful, I'm sure of that. I know, you must be younger than me, because I can intuitively feel your innocent spirit.

You need to keep going. This dark night of the soul is your time in the cocoon. You will meet me when you're a small beautiful butterfly. My little butterfly 🦋 💞

It's time we both let go of the past. It's time we prepare for our first meeting, that's going to happen soon ... Very soon."

Pile 2

8 Of Cups, 8 Of Swords, Judgement

If you're attracted to pile 1, read that first and then this one 🤍

This is someone tender, motherly/fatherly. This person is so protective with you and very loyal to you. This is someone who cares more about you than they do for themselves. You will feel vulnerable with this person. They will make you feel comfortable in your own skin. Kiss your scars and run their fingers through your hair.

" Darling, baby, teddy bear 🧸,

why are you feeling bad about yourself ? I want to kiss your forehead and make the pain go away. You deserve love, you deserve everything and I will bring the moon, the stars and all the galaxies that exist in the universe on your feet. My baby love, my baby girl, my sunshine. You don't see yourself clearly, because people have hurt you in the past. They criticized and belittled out, making you insecure.

I love your voice babygirl.

Find your why. Find your purpose. This will bring you to me. We are meant to be. Our story will be a fairytale. You just have to see clearly, read between the lines."

Pile 3

4 Of Cups, 5 Of Wands, 10 Of Wands

This person is more practical in nature. They may even wear glasses or sunglasses indoors. They seem cold and unapproachable. When you first meet you won't be afraid of them but you will question whether they like you. This could be someone tall and a bit "lanky". He won't approach right away but he will recognise from the start that you are special. He may consider you a bit naive. If he is a man, he will be a bit controlling and you may need to establish boundaries. I don't see him being disrespectful but a bit pushy. This is someone trustworthy. You may meet at work or through a co-worker or when you go have lunch. This is someone who could work in tech and be a former nerd or geeky.

" Hello sugar. You've been going through a lot, haven't you ? Your little shoulders can't keep on carrying this burdens. Life feels stagnant, but you have to find little things that you are grateful about.

Your light doesn't compare to anyone else's, so don't even think that you are comparable. I'm grateful that you are my future spouse. I'm grateful that I got to meet you, even though I had lost all hope in the world. You are my sunshine, my little dove.

You know I'm not good with expressing my emotions verbally.

I love you baby. My sweet , sweet, innocent baby. That's why I'm pushing you to be your best self.

Yours forever, your future spouse."

If you liked the reading, it would mean the world to me if you liked and reposted. For personal readings, send me a private message ! In the meantime, take care of yourself a my beautiful angels 🤍🧸💗🦋

#pick a card #pac reading #tarot #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a photo #tarot reading #future spouse #manifesation #loa #lawofattraction #law of assumption #soulmate #twinflame

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fearotica · 1 year

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What's your favorite part about Jacob hehe, I'm a big fan of his stubble

Physical: TUMMY, I am a tummy enthusiast, if you couldn't tell from my Strade posts.

Overall favorite: Not just one thing. I like that he knows a lot of stuff about fish and vintage cameras. I think it's super cute he watches cartoons like Paw Patrol. He likes anime and cosplay and furries. He's geeky but in a cute way. I like that there's a whole and complex personality to him once you get to know and understand him, it's just not as easy to see when you first meet him.

Yeah, babygirl has issues. I admit that. But I always liked yandere/obsessive type characters.

#jacob alden #lurking for love #lfl #kyle.asks

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plaintoast · 1 year

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kraken fursonas

this is NOT a list of what animals i think they would be!!

matty b - wolf. he has at least two sonas because furries got him real young, but his public sona is a pretty classic grey wolf - a pack animal, a little traditional, but well-loved and hard to deny. it's a little manufactured but it's not inauthentic.

ryan donato - coyote. essentially a dog with all the lovable qualities, but undeniably feral.

jordan eberle - lion. ebs did not put a lot of thought into his sona before he picked the king of the jungle and felt like hot shit until everyone made fun of what a cliche choice it was.

geekie - possum. it's kind of an ironic choice because he's such a hipster, but decided that a possum would be down to earth and kind of misunderstood.

yanni - weasel. on one hand he's always involved, gets himself into whatever he wants, has fun when it ends in a little scrap. on the other he likes that they're cute and that people who have weasels as pets are always obsessed with them.

canner - cattle dog. i had to think pretty hard about this one - originally wasn't going to go with a dog but ultimately had to admit that there is no other animal canner would choose. and he'd go with something smart and hard-working, but not something glamorous like a border collie.

daniel sprong - otter. i had decided this before i fell down a rabbit hole into what he was like before this year, and i love when i'm right. someone as sillygoofy and sincere as he is absolutely put the thought into it to come up with a sona off the beaten path. he likes those pictures of otters holding hands.

tanev - hyena. this just feels very natural to me, i almost can't explain it. they're energetic, yappy, ready to get down in the dirt and fight but having a blast the whole time.

tolvy - rat. there are multiple kinds of rat sonas and tolvy's is smart and persistent, adaptable, a little underrated. really loving under the right conditions. in most art his sona is wearing a tasteful sweatervest.

wenny - deer. it has to be something elegant, common but with a mythical quality. gentle but willing to fight. stubborn. i think there were a lot of good options for wenny and really thought for a while that he might be a bird - could still be convinced - but deer felt sturdier.

borgy - raccoon. goofy little trash boy!! cute af, fun, voted "least likely to keep is new years resolution" when he said he wanted to eat his vegetables. thieving babygirl and he knows it.

vince dunn - spider monkey. also has multiple fursonas because he's an eboy, but that's his main sona. it came to me in a vision that it was going to be a monkey and spider monkeys are the cutest, which is vital. it's a little freaky and a little sexual, which is also vital.

larsson - jaguar. listen, much like with canner, this was HARD. with the nickname big cat i had to really consider whether HE would consider himself a one or if it was something being thrust upon him. i had to study his feelings about the nickname but ultimately it became clear that his sona is definitely a big cat, just not one you'd immediately suspect.

#how the fuck do you make bullet lists on tumblr what happened to the text editor #i spent too long researching this (scrolling thru my furry twitter)#furry twitter is not where i'm tryna be right now #i may make a separate post of blorbo fursonas but it'd take longer to make and i'm not sure how invested i am #if this posts twice no it didn't #hockey things #home team

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mysterycharacterbracket · 7 months

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Round L3, Poll #60

Remember, this is the losers bracket. We are matching up the winners of round L2 vs the losers of round W1. The winner of this poll will move on to round 4, and the loser will be revealed.

Character 239: guys hes a wet cat hes nonbinary theyve killed hundreds of people hes a tea snob he watches the office and cries he has a guinea pig named fish theyre described as a pile of laundry several times hes got goat eyes their ex calls him petnames he hates his ex hes a hypocrite hes got sharp teeth theyre suicidal hes a gamer he calls animal crossing "animals crossing" he looks like a college student he talks like a grandfather he runs from his problems hes stopped running he keeps jewelry from people hes killed or have died in his care theyve forgotten their real name he wishes he never existed hes babygirl hes always wearing black theyre an empath they sleep 18 hours a day

Character 65: This character is a chubby, geeky guy who gets nervous around women and has a unique speech tic - because he's got a brain implant feeding him synonyms to words. Cool, right? He was also subjected to forced surgery and goes absolutely insane with rage whenever there's a robot around. Despite all this, he's just a guy making Star Wars references and worries over what's best for people. He deserved better.

#mystery character bracket #polls #round L3 #batch L3.8

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vigilvntes · 1 year

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i think its funny how much people talk about adrian being a pathetic loser when he's arguably the most competent person on the team after emilia and he's their best fighter.

he's unhinged and geeky and awkward but honestly? not that much of a loser imo.

i honestly don't deep it that much like i call him my little pathetic loser in an affectionate way (like i do with bruce wayne. he's my loser princess. when he is very obviously NOT a loser). i'm the first person to argue that adrian has the brains and he's definitely very competent. there's no denying that and everyone that does is just wrong. i'll defend him to the end of the earth on that. but idk he's still my loser babygirl

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking

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cielosdepapel · 3 years

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Chilling 👽

#me #antofa #night #noche #yo #steam games #games #gamergirl #smoke weed #weed #just chillin #chill vibes #relax #geeky girls #girl #babygirl #cerveza

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sleepyysweetheart · 4 years

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Anime and chill?🍲

Ive been so busy with school and work i haven't be able to keep up with any of my animes *sad day* 😭

p.s. i have blue hair now😁

#girls who like girls #thick girls #black girls #geeky girls #girls with tattoos #girls who watch anime #my face #naruto #ramen #vegas baby #baby me #hot babygirl #spoil me

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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Do any of the boys give their cocks petnames? like we've heard of nicknames but what about dicknames????

yandere ! BNHA thirsts

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, degradation, condescension, strangeness

this post is so stupid haha

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Does Tomura; the asocial untouchable teenage-virgin creepy stalker gamer-boy have a nickname for his dick? Yes, naturally. Not to mention, he’s a fussy entitled brat with a cultivated god-complex, thinking he’s gifted with extraordinary purpose and ability. But that’s not even the best part, what’s worse is his determination to make all pretty things suffer in worship of him.

“Come on, slut, be a good cock-slave and milk my Joystick.”

But you secretly call it The Creeper behind his back. Just because you’ll often find yourself walking up to seeing it bob against your face, Tomura’s ugly outstretched childish smile looking down at you with such potent beastly lust swirling about within his small red orbs, as he tells you to give it a kiss good morning.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Keigo might have been that pretty-boy heartbreaker who thrived of collecting poor innocent girls virginity only to toss them to the curb in pursuit of a new pretty sweet face, but you can bet he was a little nerd when it came to those plays who starred the knight in shining armor who saves the damsel in distress. And you can guess which play was his favorite.

“Say hello to Excalibur, sweetheart.”

The story of a sword that was buried so deep inside a rock no one could hope to pull it out except the chosen one. Funny how relatable it is to what transpires between the sheets, when he stabs at your cervix with his shaft until your vision starts to spot and the only thing your still certain of is Keigo is King and you’re his little pleasure-slave.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Deku will get creative. Calling it your prize after spanking you for the better part of an hour, finally giving you every inch of that full-fitting cock cramming into you, filling you up snug, splitting your throbbing pussy apart as you feel your asscheeks sting as you cry from the bliss of it all. But cry too much and his attention will go elsewhere.

“I think Bunny needs a time out with her Binky.”

He’ll put that crybaby-face to work, stuffing your tight throat up with his thick shaft, letting you suck on his lollipop, on your dessert until your all soothed and quiet, ready to take his cock in your pretty pussy without another cry or protest, like a good little girl deserving of Daddy’s cock.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU - RED RIOT

He’ll be gripping your hips roughly as he slaps into you from behind, snapping his hips forward, bucking into you like a wolf going to town on a teacup pup, splitting you in two like a madman with no regard to whether he’s being too rough, just dead-set on making you scream his name.

“Take every inch of this Rock, baby.”

Your guess is he likes words that reminds him of manly things such a power tools and handyman appliances. While calling it his shaft is rather normal, you can't help but shudder if he refers to it as his drill, as though you can already feel him trying to bore straight through to your stomach, where calling it his hammer only gives you the vivid picture of how he plans on pounding painfully deep into you like there’s no tomorrow.

KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT

Denki can also get creative, especially because his cock comes with special features, same features his hands offer, where he can choose to fry his little darlings mind, make her all stupid from shock, tongue lolling from her mouth as she mews with her eyes traveling back into her skull, skin tingling and thighs jolting and pussy flutter around his cock like it’s Zeus mightiest weapon buried inside her.

“Poor dummy, fucked silly on my Lightning Rod.”

Then there’s the little geeky nerd in him that refers back to his teenage years of being obsessed with books and movies like Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings, when he beat his meat in his room, thinking of his dick like a staff or a wand that shot lightning and granted wishes and made magic.

AIZAWA SHOTA - ERASUR HEAD

Shota’s usually very quiet but when he has you tied up, every inch of your body locked tight, having not an ounce of control, no means of teasing him, only able to whine for him and moan so sweetly when he fills you up with his thickness, that’s when he can get really talkative and taunting, cooing at you as he sinks achingly slow into your heat, fucking you at a pace so haunting it makes you writhe in your bonds.

“My little bratty kitty, so desperate for Master’s Milk she’s willing to beg for it.”

Granted, milk is what comes after, splurging warmth deep inside her core, filling her up with creamy white seed, leaking from her hole once he’s done. His cock is given names like Catnip and Kitty’s favorite toy when she moans out loudly for him, begging for more, for him to stop teasing her and fuck her right, breed her good, like she knows he can.

TODOROKI ENJI - ENDEAVOR

You didn't know what a Punty was. You thought for a long time it was just some rather cute name Enji had made you call his monster of a cock as he speared your delicate little body down on it, filling you up so tight you thought for sure each time you were going to rip once he started moving, hoisting your your hips up and down, rooting himself deep and deeper for each slow fulfilling thrust up into your core.

“Let Daddy fuck you full. Take Punty like a good babygirl.”

Then you remembered what it was, perhaps it was the searing hot skin, how it felt like a torch inside you, or in the way his cock-head always seemed blushed irate with an angry red. But a Punty, or Pontil, is a rod made up of solid steel used to gather molten glass from the burning hot furnace before blowing the glass into big pregnant lightbulbs. It makes your stomach fold in itself when looking at the thick meaty pole now, knowing it wants to breach though to your womb.

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ragnarachael · 3 years

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kinktober — day nineteen; overstimulation with jonathan pine

paring: jonathan pine x reader

warnings: it’s pine, we all know the territory at this point bubs. though, this is short, don’t be disappointed

notes: i’m writing this a day or two ahead, and truthfully do not feel up to smut, but the show must go on. or so i feel. so if these next few days suck (in my opinion) you’ll hear me say it here and apologize for it fdsjk

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“I-I can’t,” you heave. You’re practically crying at this point, Jonathan’s fingers working at your puffy, overworked cunt. He’s spreading more of your shared fluids around your clit to try and get you to cum one last time before tapping out for the night.

“You can baby,” Jonathan encourages sweetly as he hovers over you and spreads small kisses against your skin, “c’mon, sweetheart. Cum one last time for Daddy, yeah? Once you cum we can soak in the bath for as long as you want.”

You whimper, a mix of pain and pleasure continuously surging through your body as you try to fight off your on coming orgasm. It’s too quick, it’s too soon. It’s all too much.

But in somewhat of a good way. You wish you didn’t know that. Because Jonathan Pine loves making you squirm in any way possible.

“C’mon, babygirl, you know you want to cum for me.” His voice isn’t helping you. You’re trying to tune it out. But you do want to cum

That’s the breaking point. You’re letting loose in a loud, loud moan, body easily convulsing and making you curl up against Jonathan’s body as you cum finally after trying to get your tired body to hold out for so long.

You don’t realize how Jonathan’s talking you through it, rubbing your back as he praises you for finally letting go.

#tppkinktober2021 #nsft post #nsft text #jonathan pine x reader #jonathan pine x you #jonathan pine smut

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there-must-be-a-lock · 3 years

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wings & the way down - part 2

Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Word Count: ~1580 this chapter

Warnings: Mild angst. Allusions to ~mysterious~ backstory. Strangers with cookies.

A/N: Thank you all for your lovely comments on the last part! Catch up here if you missed it. Tag list for this is open.

Friday, January 3: Derek

Derek is playing it cool.

Or... he would be, if he could stop freaking the hell out. Whatever.

He wants to be there early, just in case, and he hesitates. He should grab his basketball — tryouts next week, he should be practicing as much as possible — but then he’d have to carry it around while they walk. He grabs his dog-eared copy of Slaughterhouse-Five instead.

Spencer seems like a reader. Maybe he’ll be impressed. Derek doesn’t have much experience trying to impress adorably geeky college guys, but that seems like a good start.

He looks at himself in the mirror one more time and thinks, I can’t do this.

Then he shakes it off, like he’d shake off the nerves before a big game, and he gives his reflection a smile. What’s the worst that can happen, right? He embarrasses himself in front of a pretty boy, he avoids the park, he never sees the guy again. After the year he’s had, some good old-fashioned rejection would be a cake walk.

Playing it cool. He can do this.

He walks downstairs, locking up behind himself and leaving the spare key in its spot — its “hidden” spot, which is a totally obvious fake rock, but apparently here in the suburbs you can just do that sort of thing.

He walks, enjoying the sun, because January here feels like Chicago’s April. He’s not going to get used to this any time soon.

Yeah. This was the right choice.

You deserve to do it on your own terms, his mom said, when she hugged him goodbye in the airport. You can be whoever you want.

It didn’t feel like he was trying to be someone else yesterday, though. It felt like he was being himself.

He didn’t realize it could be easy like that, flirting with a guy, teasing and laughing and making Spencer smile. The stupid line came out like it was nothing. The fear only kicked in afterward.

Derek knows he’s charming as fuck; he’s been making girls smile like that since he was fourteen. And it’s not a skeevy thing — not even necessarily a sex thing — he just likes making people smile. He likes the way they stand a little straighter when you compliment their shirt, or the way they bring a hand to the back of their neck when you admire their hair, and the way one nice comment can startle someone right out of a bad day.

Speaking of.

He’s walking into the park, now, and there’s a girl walking toward him, blonde with pink streaks in her high pigtails, wearing thick neon pink glasses and several violently colorful patterns. She looks like Miss Frizzle’s ditzier sister. He kinda loves it.

“I like your glasses,” he tells her cheerfully, as they come face-to-face on the path.

Most people look startled, at first, when a stranger compliments them; they’re caught off-guard. Spencer looked like a deer in headlights, yesterday, when Derek caught his attention.

Not this girl, though. Without missing a beat, she tosses back, “I like your face, sugar.” As their paths cross, she gives him a cheesy over-the-top wink.

He retorts over his shoulder, “I ain’t that sweet, babygirl.”

“I don’t believe you,” she sing-songs, and he’s laughing as they both continue on their way.

Derek makes his way over to the same spot as yesterday, a round table between two curved benches. He pulls out his book and settles down to wait. Spencer isn’t there yet (which makes sense, considering that “same time” meant “two-ish” and it’s more like one-ish right now) but there are two older men playing chess at one of the tables nearby. Otherwise, it’s quiet: two women jogging, a few families on the playground, a guy throwing a ball for his dog.

For a while, it’s actually a pretty awesome way to spend an afternoon. He doesn’t really notice how much time has passed until he shifts, stretching some cramped muscles. Then he checks his watch.

They didn’t really set a definite time, though. It was vague. It’s not a big deal.

Twenty minutes is a normal amount of time to be late. Derek has pulled that move on more than one first date — which begs the question: is this a date? — but he didn’t expect Spencer to be the type, somehow.

He starts to get anxious around half past. He can think of a dozen excuses Spencer might use, but they’re all excuses he’s used himself, and they all boil down to I don’t actually care.

He turns back to his book and tries to forget about the time.

At three, after re-reading the same page for the fourth time, he accepts that it’s a lost cause. He sets the book down on the bench and rests his face in his palms for a moment, taking a deep breath.

Fuck. He is so not playing it cool.

There was something about Spencer that Derek can’t stop thinking about, and it’s not his bone structure or his eyes or the way his fingers looked as he fiddled with his chess piece. It was the way he blushed and stuttered, completely flustered and unable to hide it, and the way he brushed it off with, “I’m not used to being flirted with.” It was a genuine reaction. He was being honest. He wasn’t trying to pose or posture or do any of the things Derek would’ve done to protect himself.

It was the little crease between his eyebrows as he studied Derek intently — too intent to be polite — like Spencer was figuring him out, looking under the surface, seeing him in a way that people usually don’t, because most people don’t care enough to look. Most people miss what’s right in front of them.

It was the way he sat, legs crossed, unpretentious and almost childlike.

It was different. He wasn’t hiding anything. Derek’s been hiding a lot, these last few years. It was nice to be around someone who wasn’t, and who made it look easy.

And yeah, it was also his cheekbones and eyes and fingers and smile, because Derek is only fucking human.

At quarter past, he starts to wonder what he did wrong.

Yeah, I’m flirting with you.

It was like a free-fall, the pause after the words, that frozen moment of can’t take it back now and this is going to change everything. It’s the same hot-cold-terrifying-exhilarating shock he felt in the pause after he came out to his mom — same as the moment right before the jury gave their verdict — same as the moment he walked into school the next day.

But it was different, because Spencer smiled, all slow and shy. No betrayal, no creeping disgust, no pointed questions or even more pointed silence.

That easy acceptance took Derek’s breath away. It felt like freedom. It felt like the moment the plane’s wheels lifted off the tarmac, the sickening lurch in his stomach, the blaze of something like defiance as he watched Chicago recede into the distance.

Spencer smiled, and Derek felt like he could’ve ignored the laws of physics and flown away. If that was what “being out” usually feels like, he could see why people might want to do it. The moment of free-fall — this is going to change everything — was worth it, for that.

This, though? There’s something cold and leaden sitting in his chest, dragging him rudely back down to earth. He should just go. This is an embarrassing amount of time to wait around for some random guy.

“Tell me who I need to punch,” somebody calls. “A face like yours should never be frowning, sweetness.”

It’s the colorful girl from earlier, and Derek can’t help but smile at the way she stomps over and sits down across from him, matter-of-fact and brazen like they’ve known each other for years.

“I was just waiting for you, babygirl,” he tells her, turning the charm up to eleven, and she rolls her eyes.

“Penelope. The pleasure is all yours.” She holds her hand out for him to shake — her nails have tiny daisies painted all over them — and Derek kisses it instead.

“Derek Morgan. Charmed, I’m sure.”

“So who’s the girl that’s got you all tragic-looking?” she asks, and rummages in her massive bag for a minute before pulling out a tupperware of cookies. “Want one? They’re still warm. I was at my friend’s house, she needed some cheering up, we baked. I promise I’m not some creepy creep who’s going to lure you into their white van, oh my god, I just realized that I’m a complete stranger, and this is totally weird! But — cookies?”

“I’d follow you anywhere, babygirl. And I will totally take a cookie.” He takes a bite of melty chocolate chips and moans. “Marry me?”

“Alas, your heart belongs to another,” she says solemnly. “I know that face. Spill.”

“Got stood up, but...” Derek chews as slowly as he can manage. “Wasn’t a girl.”

He’s starting to get used to that free-fall sensation. It’s not so bad this time around.

“Oh my god, I shouldn’t have assumed, I’m sorry! Men, right?” She heaves a dramatic sigh, and Derek tries to hide his own quiet sigh of relief. “The worst, I swear.”

“No biggie. Other fish in the sea, right?”

“Have another cookie.”

“Woman, you are a goddess. I am so glad I met you.”

“I’m glad you met me too, Derek Morgan.”

part three here!

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #moreid #spencer reid #derek morgan

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