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totentnz · 1 year ago
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for this pride month consider outsourcing your dick.
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natalievoncatte · 1 year ago
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Kara knows, and that’s the problem.
She knows.
How does she know?
To put it simply, she’s Kryptonian. More specifically: a Kryptonian under a yellow sun, whose wavelengths of light bring forth her genetic heritage when she basks in its rays. If long lost Rao was once her father, Sol is her mother, raising her up to be all that she can be. A creation of a lost super-science, a power to rival gods, a force that made the Guardians tremble in their emerald tower.
Kara can see everything.
The world is alive with light. It cascades and bounces and caroms off of everything. More than that, Kara’s world is bathed in a thousand thousand hues the human eye will never know. When she looks at a person she can see the electrical conductivity of their skin and the heat bloom of their flesh and a myriad of other details, some of which other humans can pick up on a subconscious level, others that humans haven’t even discovered yet.
Kara can hear everything.
She can hear dog whistles and butterfly wings beating and the secret language of cats. She can hear the crackle of radio waves beating the atmosphere and the music of the spheres. She can memorize human heartbeats and pick out the slightest variation, the tiniest wobble that the owner of the heart never feels.
Kara can smell everything. She can sift between the scents of ingredients in her honey bun, detect poisons in a friend’s wine or flowers in a park half a state away. Sharks would be jealous of her. She can scent people but also their moods; fear smells horrific, sickly sweet and rotten. Joy smells hot and bold. When someone walks in the room, she can tell what they had for breakfast, smell of they’re sick, pick out the fragrances of their emotions.
Kara can feel everything. A touch can betray or affirm. To hear a heartbeat is one thing, to feel it another. Her fingertips can read the surface of another’s skin like braille and she can detect the slightest changes in temperature or perspiration, feel the thrum of contentment or fear in an embrace. Her touch is not dulled by her invulnerability. It as sensitive as her other senses.
Kara can remember everything. The day she stepped from her pod into the brilliant golden sunlight beneath a blue sky was the last time she would every forget; her now empowered brain can recall events in the finest detail, down to the soft timbre of another’s voice or the way her hair fell over her shoulder or the softness in her gaze. And so Kara’s memory is hers to be kept forever, never to lose the sight of her.
That is how Kara knows, and knowing that Lena Luthor loves her is a pain so terrible that she almost wishes she could be spared that pain. When Lena sees Kara, her heart leaps and her breath softens and she comes alive with light, bathed in an auric glow more beautiful than a red sunrise. Kara wishes that Lena could see herself as Kara sees her. Radiant, angelic, a little holy.
Lena loves Kara Danvers, the bumbling awkward nerdy shy girl from Vaguely Canada who brings her burgers and donuts and OTPs.
She doesn’t love Supergirl and Kara doesn’t think she could.
That’s how the torture happens. Kara’s infinite perception becomes a self-imposed exile. She sees and smells the way James lusts after Lena, right in front of her. Baffled, she listens to the calm in her heart when they kiss and once she wakes frantically in the night, reaching about to sift through the city soundscape when she hears Lena’s voice cry out, then the sound of Lena’s heart racing and other sounds, and not for the first time, she pleads with a god she doesn’t know to make her human and free her from this curse.
She seeks feeling of her own. It’s pleasant enough but it lacks something undefinable, like a pleasant chocolate cake that becomes unbearable because she could have had something far sweeter and more filling instead. He tries in a fumbling way but it’s to please his own ego more than sate her desire. Then one day he is gone and in his absence all Kara can feel is a dull numbness, a ragged wound with all the nerves scraped out so that only a dull absence has been left behind, leaving her broken in a way that cannot be defined much less repaired.
Kara cannot help but snap her attention to the sound of Lena growing agitated, no matter how distant or minor. She hears harsh words and the heavy thud of a limo door closing and hears the sharp intake of breath as James realizes the mistake he’s made, and though he is her friend and he matters to him she feels a feral, possessive joy that borders on the cruel. It is a hard feeling, a red feeling, a sharp smelling mean feeling that tastes cold on her tongue, this resentment of the man for having a pale shadow of what she could have but wouldn’t.
Lena loves Kara Danvers and Kara Danvers loves her back, but she can never know because to know she must know all of her. Know the Other, the Super, the Alien.
Kara is two people and one of those people has been, well, a bitch.
Because Kara feels spending else. A green feeling, a sick feeling, the feeling of blades flensing flesh from bone while her veins turn to glass and her body burns to ash, the shocking pain of a little piece of home. A little piece that Lena made and didn’t tell her, and Kara makes the worst mistake.
She stops being Supergirl and is just Kara Danvers in a colorful suit, angrily refusing to ask Lena the question: I love you, how could you do this to me?
She does love her. She loves her laugh and her secret smiles and how soft she looks when she’s deep in thought. She loves the pain in her, the mirror of her own. She cherishes it as she wants hers to be cherished, held close by someone who knows what it’s like to watch your world explode or slip beneath still waters and be gone forever. She knows what it’s like to wonder what could have been and know the price you paid for what you have now.
She wants Lena so terribly that she’d almost choose the pain of Kryptonite instead of an eternity of this longing. She needs her, craves her, thirsts for her.
One night Kara realizes what she’s been doomed to. Another will succeed where James failed, and Kara will be spared none of it, and it will endure forever. She will carry memories of Lena in another’s arms into the sun dies.
No.
“I don’t know why I agreed to this,” Lena says.
Kara -Supergirl- says nothing at first.
“I have to fly you.”
Lena nods. She’s doing this for Kara, because Kara asked. When Supergirl extends a hand, Lena takes it and Kara gently lifts her from the ground into a bridal carry, and they fly.
The trip takes nearly an hour. Kara can’t fly too fast or too high. Lena accepts it without complaint.
They land far north of National City, where the warmer climate yields to deciduous rainforest. Kara brings them down on a bare hilltop, an island in a vast ocean of trees. Nearby on a folding table is a basket. It might be important later or it might not. She might have a life of joy or she might spend the rest of forever in a wasteland, waking each day to grief.
There’s only one way to find out. Part of her, the part that hopes, the part that makes her Supergirl, believes in this, in herself, in this moment. She has to, because the chain of events that led her here, flung across endless space to stand in starlight with the most beautiful woman in this world, it demands that it happen. This is fate. It has to be.
Supergirl stands beside Lena. She raises an arm and points.
“There. Second star on the left, and straight on till morning.”
Lena quirks an eyebrow and looks at her.
“You brought me out here for this?”
“Do you see that red light?” Kara asks. “It’s very faint. I don’t know if a human can see it or not.”
“I just see stars.”
“It’s Rao, my sun. I can see him. If I had a powerful enough telescope, I could see it. Krypton. The explosion won’t be visible to Earth for a thousand years.”
Lena looks up, her features bathed in moonlight- alive with a chaotic explosion of hues she’ll never see. She blazes in the night, her eyes a kaleidoscope from which Kara can never truly look away. She’s a rainbow.
Kara falters. Whatever she does tonight, this is it. This is forever.
“You said Kara would meet me here,” Lena says.
“Wait here, please.”
Kara turns quickly and walks into the dark, cape spreading behind her. Once she’s out of sight, she changes without restraining her speed, and walks back to Lena in a hoodie and leggings, hair in a loose ponytail and the back of her neck and hands in her pockets.
She walks back to Lena and stands beside her.
“Hello, Kara.”
“Hi, Lena.”
There is a tense silence between them. Kara devours the moment, consumes it so it will live forever, just in case this is the last time she sees Lena.
“We’re not far from the reservoir,” says Lena. “Why did you ask Supergirl to bring us here?”
Kara swallows hard. “I realized something really important near here.”
Lena turns to her. “What was that?”
“That there was someone who mattered to me a lot, and that I was willing to risk a lot to protect her. There was a moment where I thought I was going to have time make a choice, you or the chemicals. I didn’t have to but I would have. I would have picked you. I will always pick you. I can’t help it.”
Lena is not stunned. Her heart doesn’t miss a beat, but Kara can sense her apprehension, her fear, and something deeper than that.
“You’re Supergirl.”
Kara lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and her legs wobble. There it is. It’s done. She’s free.
“I should have told you sooner.”
“You should have. You should have told me when we fought about the Kryptonite. I thought you would, hoped you would. I wanted you to so desperately, wanted you to trust me.”
Kara’s heart sinks.
“Wait, you knew? How?”
Lena laughs softly.
“The way you touch me. When you pick me up and carry me somewhere, you have this way about you. When I’m in your arms I feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world.”
“You are,” Kara says.
“That and you told me you flew to my office on a bus.”
Kara makes a small, choked sound.
“Oh.”
Lena scuffs the heel of her boot against the ground.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was scared. I thought if I did, you’d see it as a confrontation and feel threatened. What about you?”
“I’m Kara. Supergirl is something I do, not what I am. When I’m with you I’m just me. I lose that with everyone when they find out. Kara isn’t my secret identity. Supergirl is. I’m just me. I just want to be me, I need to be me, and when I’m with you I am most myself. It’s like laying down all my burdens.”
“Same,” Lena said, softly. “You’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like an extension of my brother.”
Kara sighed. “Should we talk about the Kryptonite?”
“No,” Lena says. “Fuck the Kryptonite. Why’d you bring me out here?”
“To tell you.”
“Great, you told me. What did you think would happen next?”
“I thought you’d be mad.”
Lena nods and seems to think about that for a moment. Her pulse has quickened and her jaw is tight.
“Let me ask you a different question. What did you want to happen?”
Kara swallowed hard. “What I wanted was… for us to make up. Be friends. Work it out. I don’t want to lose you.”
Lena turns and looks at her.
“Bullshit.”
Kara flinches.
“That’s bullshit, Kara, and we both know it. You’re a terrible liar. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the staff at CatCo know who you are. Don’t lie to me. Please. Give me the truth.”
Kara looks up briefly, past Lena. She sees that faint red glow and her heart swells in her chest.
“I love you. That’s the truth. I’ve been in love with you probably since our first lunch together and I want you so badly that I can’t breathe when I think about it. I know a dozen languages and half of them aren’t from Earth, and there aren’t enough words in all of them to tell you how kind and wonderful and beautiful you are. I love you so much that sometimes I think,” Kara fights the tightening of her throat, “I think I’m almost glad that I’m here and not back up there under that red glow. I don’t think I could choose a life without you.”
Lena lets out a long breath and Kara is bombarded with sensations. Lena’s pulse races and her shoulders relax and her skin blooms with an ethereal luminous riot of color.
“I’ll never lie to you again. I promise.”
Kara can taste everything.
Right now the only thing she can taste is Lena.
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redvexillum · 6 months ago
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A/N: Listen, I heard the cries of my readers. So, here's some pure smut. Enjoy! Also, Kit, this one is dedicated to you - all your kinks wrapped up in fuzzy cuffs uwu. Save your lying protest for when I come back from my trip.
SUMMARY: Adam’s curiosity spiralled into obsession when he discovered Hell’s array of wicked toys and restraints. He’s been dying to share his sinful finds with you, but patience is a virtue—one he only half possesses. Your protests? Oh, those only make it sweeter as he binds you tight and indulges every sinful fantasy he’s been saving just for you.
TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, foxdicker is OTP, sex toys, p♡ssy pumping, dild♡ in a, p in v, bondage, aphrodisiac, pure smut, reader is a fox sinner
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The fuzzy cuffs encircling your wrists felt as though they were crafted from a Christmas wreath—soft, festive, and deceptively gentle against the raw edge of your predicament. They held you fast, tethered to the bedpost above, as your body arched against the relentless pull of gravity and desire. Tears streaked down your flushed cheeks, the sharp sting of them mirrored in the gasp that escaped your lips. Bare feet scrambled against the sheets for purchase, a futile effort thwarted by the cold, unyielding spacer bar forcing your thighs wide apart. 
“F-fuck you,” you rasped, voice trembling with defiance and need. Your head lolled back, surrendering momentarily to the sensations cascading through your body. The suction cup adhered tightly to your slick heat, a relentless device siphoning air and sending blood rushing to your swollen, hypersensitive folds. It was too much—too intense—as if every nerve ending in your core was alight, sparking with unbearable pleasure. 
Adam stood over you, a predator in his element, the cool glass dildo gleaming in his hand. He pressed the toy to the puckered ring of your ass, the contrast of its icy surface against your flushed skin stealing the air from your lungs. Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed it in, the stretch both unfamiliar and electrifying. Every thrust sent waves of sensation crashing through you, your body tightening and trembling in response. 
Your breath hitched as the suction on your lips and clit reached its crescendo. The tingling edge of numbness teetered dangerously close to pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. You could feel it—your release coiling tighter in your core, threatening to burst free. 
Adam groaned low in his throat, his eyes fixed on you like a man possessed. His gaze roamed over your engorged folds, glistening and flushed, and his lips curled into a wicked grin. With a deliberate slowness, he detached the suction cup, and the sudden absence of pressure made you cry out. Your thighs instinctively fought to close, but the bar denied you even that reprieve, keeping you open and vulnerable. 
“Goddamn,” he muttered, his breath fanning over your sensitive skin, making you shudder violently. “Your cunt looks as juicy as that BLT sandwich I had the other day.” He chuckled darkly, the sound rolling over your quivering form. 
A broken whimper tore from your throat—a high-pitched, keening sound as unbearable sensitivity pulsed through you. Even the faintest touch of air over your trembling folds sent shockwaves straight to your core. Your ass clenched involuntarily around the unyielding glass, and you moaned as your inner walls fluttered, unsure if you were fighting or welcoming the intrusion. 
The pleasure was a tidal wave, dragging you under until the world dissolved into a high, tinny buzz. Your lungs fought for air, your vision blurred, and your lips parted in gasping cries. 
Every nerve seemed connected to the taut pull of the chain. Adam tugged, and the sharp bite of the clamps on your nipples sent a hot bolt of sensation shooting through your body. The exquisite mix of pain and pleasure ignited your senses, the ache blossoming and merging with the overwhelming pleasure surging through you. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The words tumbled from your lips, raw and desperate, as your body betrayed you. Muscles tightened, walls pulsing rhythmically around the toy, the overwhelming storm of sensation tearing through your composure. Tears spilled freely as your orgasm consumed you, a violent and primal release that ripped a scream from your throat, leaving it raw and sore in its wake. 
Every nerve, every thought, every sensation burned with the force of it. And in its aftermath, you were left trembling and undone, a storm that had spent itself in the most devastating way. 
But the pleasure didn’t end—not even close. Adam’s lips descended upon your trembling heat, his tongue and mouth moving with a torturous expertise. His lips nibbled delicately on your swollen folds, each movement sending electric jolts straight to your core. The groans rumbling from his throat vibrated through your clit, the sensation so intense it made you buck against him involuntarily. 
“Noooo,” you whined, the word drawn out and quivering, torn between protest and surrender. Your hips jittered, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming sensation or at least dull it, but Adam was relentless. His nose nudged against your engorged clit with maddening precision, while his tongue delved deep inside you, curling, stroking, coaxing more pleasure from your already shattered nerves. 
And then he added the glass dildo back into the equation. Its cool, firm length plunged in and out of you, the contrast between its smoothness and the wet heat of your body almost too much to bear. Pressure built to an impossible height before bursting forth in a warm, gushing wave that left you shaking. 
The sensation of release was paradoxically another source of pleasure—liquid heat flowing freely from you only intensified the pulsing throbs that wracked your body. Your jaw fell slack, a soft whimper escaping as drool trickled down your chin. Your chest heaved as your body twitched uncontrollably, shocks of pleasure radiating outward in every direction, leaving you limp and trembling yet achingly needy. 
“Oh, fuck, babe,” Adam muttered, his voice rough with lust. He knelt above you, his cock swollen and flushed an angry red, a black ring wrapped tightly at its base to hold back his release. It stood proud and thick, almost hypnotizing in its intensity. 
Your tongue flicked out instinctively, your mouth watering at the thought of wrapping your lips around him, taking him deep until you gagged on his size. The thought alone sent a new wave of need coursing through you, pooling hot and heavy in your core. 
The bed was a disastrous landscape, strewn with toys and tools from the upturned box of delights. When Adam had said he wanted to give you the best Christmas ever, you hadn’t imagined this—but now you couldn’t imagine wanting anything else. 
Your cunt clenched and trembled, empty and aching, desperate for more. You didn’t care what—his cock, his fingers, anything to stretch you and fill the unbearable void. When Adam finally positioned himself, his cock pressing against your flushed, puffy lips, the heat of him seared your oversensitive skin, and you almost screamed. 
He moved slowly, tortuously, grinding his hips so the head of his cock brushed against your throbbing clit. You sobbed, your voice raw with need. “Fuck, Adam, fuck!” 
“What’s that?” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. “You want more, babe?” His cock pulled away just enough to leave you gasping, the loss of contact a cruel torment. 
“Please,” you whimpered, need and lust pouring from every fibre of your being. Your mind was a haze, filled with nothing but the craving for him—his cock, his touch, the feeling of being utterly consumed. You wanted to be filled, stretched, claimed, fucked until nothing else existed but the pleasure that threatened to devour you whole. 
A soft sound reached your ears, metallic and familiar, and your breath hitched. The tin. You knew that balm. It was infamous in Hell—a devilish aphrodisiac that lit every nerve on fire, leaving its users delirious with uncontrollable lust. Mortals might have succumbed to its overwhelming effects, but here, where death wasn’t an option, the torment was addicting.
The memory of the last time Adam had used it with you flashed in your mind. A full-day lost in a haze of insatiable hunger, his cock inside you again and again, each thrust a new layer of torment and bliss. The thought alone made your thighs quake, your cunt fluttering with anticipation. 
Adam smirked, his eyes alight with wicked intent. “Ready to really lose your mind, sweetheart?” 
You were beyond ready. You were already his, body and soul, trembling and waiting to be taken to the edge of sanity and beyond. 
Adam pulled out a ribbed string of anal beads, each segment reminiscent of garish Christmas ornaments with its festive, bulbous design. The sight alone made your body tense in anticipation. He took his time, meticulously coating each bead with a thick layer of the slippery cream. The deliberate, methodical strokes of his hands sent shivers coursing through you, every movement a tease of what was to come. 
Your ass clenched involuntarily around the glass dildo still buried deep within you, the sensation heightened by the sticky warmth of your arousal as it slid from you, dripping onto the sheets. The air in the room was thick with heat and the heady scent of sex, and your mind spun as Adam’s sharp grin cut through the haze. That wicked expression promised nothing but pure, unrelenting pleasure. 
Your body thrummed with excitement, vibrating under his gaze like a live wire. Your eyes darted to the array of toys scattered around you, each one a thrilling possibility. Your tail twitched with restless anticipation, and your cunt fluttered, aching for more as a low, needy whimper slipped from your lips. 
With a sudden, fluid motion, Adam pulled the glass dildo from your body, eliciting a decadent, wanton moan that spilled from your throat before you could stop it. The absence was brief, but no reprieve followed. Instead, he pressed the first bulb of the anal beads against your entrance, the cool, rounded shape sliding in with agonizing slowness. The lube-coated beads stretched you deliciously, each one pressing against you in ways that left your toes curling. 
“Ah—hah!” Your moans filled the room, unabashed and raw, as your back arched off the bed. A fine sheen of sweat broke across your skin, trickling down your temple as the fiery effects of the aphrodisiac cream ignited every nerve. Heat coursed through you, burning and buzzing like an electric current. 
“I s-swear to fuck,” you cried, your voice breaking as he pushed another bead into you, “just fuck me already!” 
Adam chuckled darkly, his voice laced with amusement and desire. “Well, since you asked so nicely...” With a firm push, he buried the remaining beads inside, the firm intrusion pressing deliciously against your walls. You felt the fullness of them, unrelenting and perfect. “Fuck, this is gonna feel incredible,” he growled, his cock twitching against the restraint of the ring at its base. 
Reaching for the tin of cream, Adam scooped a generous glob and smeared it along the length of his cock, groaning as the intense heat of it spread through him. His hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting into the air as he hissed, “Shit, this stuff is no joke.” 
His gaze dropped to your trembling form, tied and exposed before him, and the corners of his lips curled into a smug, predatory smile. With the excess cream on his fingers, he reached down and began rubbing your swollen clit in slow, deliberate circles. The touch was pure fire, every nerve under his fingers alive with blistering pleasure. 
Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and your tail stiffened as your body seized under his touch. Your lips quivered, trying and failing to form words, while your screams caught in your throat, leaving you gasping and shaking. The swirling, maddening motion of his fingers sent shockwaves through you, reducing you to a trembling mess of drool and slick arousal. You writhed, tugging futilely against the fuzzy cuffs binding you to the bedpost, but there was no escape from the overwhelming onslaught. 
Your body coiled tighter and tighter until, with a loud, broken sob, you unravelled completely. Pleasure tore through you like a storm, leaving you clenching hard around the thick beads still inside you. The sensation amplified the ecstasy, and you could feel every tremor, every pulse of your body around them. 
Your gaze dropped hazily to your cunt—red, puffy, and trembling as the aftershocks of your orgasm refused to fade. The aphrodisiac prolonged every sensation, forcing you to ride out wave after relentless wave of pleasure. You cried out again as a fresh gush of arousal sprayed from you, soaking the bed and Adam’s thighs. Each involuntary clench only heightened the sensation, locking you in an endless cycle of bliss. 
“Fucking hell,” Adam murmured, his voice filled with awe as he watched you fall apart before him. 
Your mind floated in a sea of hedonistic abandon, your body shuddering and twitching uncontrollably. The intensity blurred the edges of your consciousness, leaving you teetering on the brink of delirium, lost in the pleasure that consumed you entirely. 
Before you could even catch your breath, you felt it—the stretch you had been aching for, the fullness that sent a lance of pleasure straight through you. Adam’s cock plunged into your slick heat, the glide easy from your arousal but no less breathtaking. A guttural groan tore from his lips, his body trembling as he gasped, “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking nut just from this. Fuck!” His voice was raw, his teeth gritted as he fought for control. 
“Y-you idiot,” you choked out, your voice breaking between moans. “Y-you used too m-much!” But even as you scolded him, your hips shifted, rolling against his cock to draw him deeper. The burn of need overwhelmed you, your sharp canines flashing as you growled through your haze of lust. “Untie me, baby,” you demanded, voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll fuck you so good.” 
Your thoughts were a blur, consumed by the all-encompassing desire to be filled, to chase the high of unrelenting pleasure. Adam hesitated only for a moment, his hands fumbling as he released the cuffs binding your wrists and tore away the spacer bar locking your legs apart. 
It was his undoing. 
Instantly, you had him on his back, his startled gasp turning into a guttural moan as you straddled him, pressing him into the mattress. Your palms braced against his stomach as you began to ride him with wild abandon. Each thrust of your hips sent the beads nestled in your ass slapping against his balls, the sharp rhythm driving you both closer to the edge. 
Your thighs burned, the muscles screaming in protest, but you didn’t care. The pain only heightened the pleasure, and each bounce brought your sensitive pussy slamming down onto his cock, forcing it deeper. The chains weighing on your nipples swayed and slapped against your chest, their sting igniting sparks of ecstasy that shot straight to your core. 
Adam’s head fell back, his eyes squeezing shut as he moaned uncontrollably, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him. “Fuck, babe, I can’t—I’m gonna come if you don’t slow down!” His voice cracked, desperate, but you were relentless. 
One, two, three more thrusts, and his cock jerked inside you, the first hot spurt of his release sending you over the edge. “Oh, fuck yes!” you screamed, your walls clenching tightly around him, milking every drop of his climax as you rode out your own. The pleasure was explosive, blinding, and yet your hips refused to stop. 
Adam’s body writhed beneath you, his face contorted with overstimulation as his cock twitched, still buried inside your pulsating heat. His fingers dug into the sheets, his body trembling as he tried to endure the intensity. Even as his cock began to soften, you kept moving, pushing yourself deeper into the haze of pleasure. 
Finally, his cock slipped free, and a warm gush of his seed dripped from you, drenching his inner thighs before dripping on to the sheets. But you weren’t done. Your eyes darted to the array of toys scattered around you, landing on a thick, girthy dildo. Without hesitation, you grabbed it and shoved it into his hand. 
“Don’t stop,” you demanded, straddling his chest and bending forward, your ass presented to him. “Fuck me,” you ordered, your voice a growl as you wiggled your hips. 
Adam groaned but obeyed, gripping the toy tightly as he plunged it into your dripping cunt. Your back arched, a loud, unrestrained moan tearing from your throat as your tongue lolled out, saliva dripping from your lips. Leaning forward, you captured his spent cock in your mouth, licking and sucking him clean, your hunger for him insatiable. 
Time blurred, lost in the unrelenting haze of heat and pleasure. You couldn’t keep track of how many times he came or how many times you screamed his name. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, moans, gasps, and the slick, filthy evidence of your shared debauchery. 
When it was over, you lay tangled together, your bodies covered in sweat, fluids, and the unmistakable marks of your animalistic passion. The sheets were soaked, the air heavy with the scent of sex, and yet neither of you moved, content to exist in the aftermath of your primal indulgence. 
When morning finally came, it hit you like a freight train. Your body ached in places you didn’t even know could ache, muscles seizing painfully as you groaned and rolled onto your side. Your head throbbed with the unmistakable weight of a pleasure-induced hangover.
Blinking groggily, your gaze shifted across the room to find Adam sprawled naked on the floor, limbs splayed haphazardly. His cock was still adorned with the cock ring from last night, and you choked on a surprised laugh when your eyes caught the sight of nipple clamps dangling from his chest. At some point, you’d clearly decided to get a little mischievous in your haze of passion. 
“Babe,” you croaked, your voice rough and raw from all the screaming. You winced at the sound, clearing your throat before continuing, “Maybe next time, we just go for a Christmas lunch down at that café?” 
Adam stirred, groaning as he rubbed at his temples. His eyes cracked open, bleary and bloodshot, and he let out a pitiful moan. “Fuck, I’m starving,” he muttered, his voice as ragged as yours, his lips quirking in the faintest grin. 
Despite the sheer chaos of the night before, warmth bloomed in your chest. Your body still buzzed, a delicious ache lingering from every pleasurable moment. For the first time, you truly allowed yourself to reflect—not just on what you’d done, but what it meant. Your eyes dropped to your wrists, where faint marks from the fuzzy cuffs remained, and you turned your hands over, studying them. Not once had you felt fear, not even a flicker of trepidation. 
It hit you then, with the clarity of a sunrise cutting through a foggy morning: you had willingly given Adam your trust. You’d handed over the reins, allowed him to lead you into something so intimate, so vulnerable. And he’d held that trust gently, never crossing the invisible boundaries you hadn’t needed to verbalize. 
Your chest tightened as you thought about your past. In Hell, intimacy was often just another commodity, a currency to buy power or survival. Friends you’d known had been trapped in the sex trade, their autonomy stripped, their bodies used as bargaining chips for shady deals. You’d grown up running, learning to stay two steps ahead, your sly instincts your only defence against a world eager to pull you under. Trust was a luxury you couldn’t afford—until now. 
You blinked, your lips quirking into a small, almost incredulous smile. Adam had somehow slipped past every wall, and you hadn’t even realized it. You didn’t think twice about letting him in. 
Adam groaned again, dragging himself up from the floor with the grace of a wounded animal. Half-asleep, he crawled onto the bed, collapsing beside you with a contented sigh. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. 
“Hey,” you protested weakly, though you couldn’t hide the fondness in your tone. “We should at least shower. We’re disgusting.” 
“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, burying his face in your hair, his voice thick with sleep. 
You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered. Past you would’ve scoffed at the idea of letting anyone in this close, let alone into your bed and heart. She might’ve been disappointed or maybe even angry that you’d let yourself become vulnerable, weak. 
But as Adam’s steady breaths warmed the back of your neck, his presence grounding you in a way you hadn’t thought possible, you realized something. Maybe you didn’t need her approval. Maybe it was enough to live in this moment, to feel the heat of his body and the comfort of his arms. 
Closing your eyes, you let the thought drift away, the ache in your muscles fading into the background as sleep crept over you again. For now, you let yourself be at peace, safe in the embrace of someone who made you feel like trust wasn’t a gamble, but a gift worth giving.
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darlenicy · 1 month ago
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9, 12, 13, 14, 51. Fuck that hard. heh. HARD
Ask for OTPs and Self Ships
yes this bitch is finally going through her inbox
tbh I don't have any self-ships in Winx but OTPs, hell yes. Here we go
9. What are their thoughts on having children
Driven:
I think Darcy really yearns for it deep inside. She wants s a stable life including a family. She would never admit it towards Icy tho.
Riven never really thought about it (until him and Darcy got more serious). For sure, he would want his children to feel safe and wanted, unlike him in his own childhood. (I share the hc of @witch-ix that Riven's mother is Mandragora and his childhood of mental abuse as well as neglection).
Skicy:
For Icy, children represent a social construct that must be fulfilled at a certain point. She's not crazy about a family or a lovey-dovey family life. She's practical, she's logical, and children are part of continuing the legacy. She finds it very difficult to show her emotions and would certainly have difficulty being a loving mother. She would love her children, but there would certainly be many misunderstandings because Icy isn't someone who shows her love to her child in a concrete way.
Sky is similarly shaped. He will become king one day and needs an heir. However, he's less cold about this than Icy and, in addition to his royal duties, would spend all his time with his children. I think he'd be a good girl-dad. He wouldn't deny his little princess anything, but Icy would make sure the child isn't overindulged and learns discipline and humility.
12. Do they have meany heated arguments? How do they smooth things over.
Driven:
Hm, actually, once they've found each other, they get along very well. The Darcy/Riven dynamic is based on understanding and trust—they simply know each other very well and feel each other. Unlike Musa/Riven, arguments are rare, precisely because they're honest with each other and understand each other without words.
Skicy:
As I said, Icy is not an easy person. Duties are very important to her, so she doesn't understand why Sky wants to shirk them just to have a day off. She doesn't like Sky neglecting his duties and would tell him that a good king knows his responsibilities. She also doesn't like it when Sky falls back into his father's old ways, even though he's so little like him. Let's be honest, sometimes Icy simply accuses him of not having any balls. Sky, on the other hand, confronts Icy in such situations, saying that she is so cold and shows her love much less publicly than Bloom, for example. He knows, that she loves him but he wants her to show it mire freely. When they argue, things get extremely heated: If Icy is really angry, she might just attack him out of frustration. In this case, Sky is more likely to defend himself and fight with words. How do they get along? The classic make-up sex, every time.
13. Who's the bigger tease?
Driven: Riven, but Darcy sometimes does it too, when she's in the mood. Especially when Riven gets in grumpy tsundere mode.
Skicy: Icy. Always Icy, with Sky, with her sisters, with everyone. She's the queen and she'll tease the way out of everyone.
14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?
Driven:
They complement each other very well: Riven is the hot-tempered one, Darcy the calm one. They clash whenever Darcy wants to deal with something on her own—when she's tormented by Liliss's nightmares, and later, when Liliss is defeated and she has nightmares that she's coming back. Riven doesn't understand that Darcy wants to deal with her trauma alone. He wants to help her, hates seeing her suffer. She hates showing weakness and doesn't want to worry him.
Skicy:
They are both the practical children of noblemen. They know their public duties and would never air private conflicts in public. Even if they have had a falling out, as soon as they appear in public they smile and wave to the crowd. They show unity and strength. As mentioned, Sky sometimes doesn't get along with Icy's cool demeanor, which she displays in public, even when they are out with friends. Icy is the kind of lady who never allows herself to make public missteps. Quite the opposite of Stella, for example. The Princess of Solaria is Magix's little Paris Hilton, but because of her warm-hearted and friendly nature, the public forgives her when she gets drunk and does stupid things. Icy would rather die than let herself go like that. Icy, on the other hand, hates it when Sky doesn't step out of his comfort zone when governing, avoids conflict, and is still too conservative in her eyes. And now go back to question 12.
51. What's a non verbal way they say I love you?
Driven: Eye contact. From little glares to deeply look into each other's eyes. As I said, they understand themseves without words.
Skicy:
When Icy goes in tsundere mode and Sky simply smiles at her his golden retriever smile. The witch of ice will melt away like ice cream in the microwave. Benevolent, malicious glances on Icy's side. Sometimes she just hugs Sky from behind and and claws her fingers into his clothes, holds him tight. It's her way to say sorry and open up.
@evdizav finally some skicy again :3
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from-stars-to-shadows · 4 months ago
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There was a post going around about what selfship that isn't your own is your favourite and ya know.. I'M GONNA WRITE SOME OF MY FAVOURITES OF MY REGULAR MOOTS RIGHT NOW! GET TAGGED NERDS /j /silly also if you hate that I tagged you sorry, feel free to completely ignore my loud arse lmao
@heatobrienswife - OF COURSE you and heat are an amazing power couple! You two are literally made for each other! I also really love your familial bond with Nerugumi!!
@mauls-waifu - GIVEN but absolutely adore you and Maul together!!! I love your dynamics and how you talk about him is just really sweet (and sometimes funny!) You two are definitely one of my otps forever of all time!
@mahitosoulmate - YOU AND MAHITO! I love that you don't shy away from the gory stuff and that you two match each others freaks! It's always so wonderful reading the fics you make about you two and the art AND YOUR FAMILY WITH HIM its soooo cute! :D
@gozyutyranno - waving my georgebrooke flag all the way from Canada, you two are so cute and I love reading any time you gush about him it's so lovely. I can tell you love him so much!!!
@moorshipping - [shaking your shoulders] YOU AND KYLAR ARE THE SWEETEST NERDS EVER /lh (I mean that in a good way!) You two are SO IN LOVE and you're so friggin adorable together you make me want to cry rainbows! I can tell how much he means to you with ever fic and every piece of art you make!
@sapphire-heart-tippy - YOU AND VANILLA BUT ALSO YOU AND BEL! I will never stop shouting to the high heavens that you could draw for the media Vanlla is from! You incorporated Bel so perfect that I totally forget that Bel isn't actually in the show! I love all of your art and how you gush about them both! Ya'll are so sweet!
@dragonsmooch - YOU AND YOUR SHARK MAAANNN but also I really love your familial fics with papa foxy, I love love looovee the family dynamic and I'm always so enthralled when I read your fics! Ya'll are GREAT!
@dameronswife - OKAY SO I know we only JUST started to follow each other but from what I've seen so far, your relationship with Poe is the sweetest darn thing ever! I cannot wait to learn more about you two!!
@lances-wife - You and Lance are top tier! but also you and Brahms is really growing on me~! I want to learn everything about your realtionships~! Ya'll are so sweet!!
@literally-just-there - INFORMANT AND SEEKER are the bees knees! So sweet my doctor told me I need to cut back (I wont) /lh / j I love every art piece you bring out I can just feel the love radiating form every piece! Yes, even the silly ones! :3
@ama-ships - [BANGS POTS IN PANS IN YOUR LIVING ROOM] you and Majima are adorable together! I love the witty banter between you both and I adore how you're always sticking up for him despite you knowing he could handle himself. You're so protective and its SUPER SWEET!
@dontcallmesweetpea - I know you're taking a break but I really do love your dynamic with Gail! You fell so hard and so fast for her and it was honestly really nice to see considering I remember you stated you have trouble with attachment so knowing she was there and basically glued to your hip was really heartwarming to see! my fave! ahh!
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thevikingwoman · 4 months ago
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So happy to be going for Year of the OTP. For January, I picked sharing clothes. which is a favorite trope of mine. And the confederate haori does look great on Meryta, of course.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 870 | Read on Ao3
Tansui x Meryta Khatin (warrior of light) | sometime after shb | fluff Rating: Mature. Clothes sharing stealing, a small rest day, sensuality, mild possessiveness, Tansui has a problem, the problem is he is very much in love, reference to sexual situations
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The day was hot and sticky, as if a wind had blown the heat and steam from Hell’s Lid all across the Ruby Sea. Many of the Confederates had set out in boats, or simply jumped in the waters surrounding Onokoro. Of course, someone has to be patrolling, and collecting, but Tansui is not one of them, not today. Not when Meryta is here. Seeking a cold breeze, Tansui and Meryta commandeered a small vessel and set out on the waters.
The seas were not much cooler, however, so they found a small sandbank with a knoll and a lonely tree – not much shade, but enough. From there, they waded and swam the ocean, joyfully splashing about like children. Until they engaged in some very adult activities, that is. Tansui still thinks it’s unfair Meryta can breathe underwater, but today he’s not complaining.
He’s currently resting under the tree, the reflection of the evening sun making the waves glow orange, as if they are on fire in truth. Meryta is stretched out in the sand, soaking up the last sun. Something about the heat of the sand being nice against her scales.
He lets his gaze roam over her naked form. Her back and her ass, her tail swishing lazily in the sand. The sun on her scales and horns, rendering them almost translucent at their dark green ends. Her feet, the soles a lighter green than the rest of her body. It’s too hot for him to lay in sun, but he’s content to stare, to lazily enjoy the shade and her presence.
He must have dozed off, for when Tansui wakes, it’s dusk. The moon has risen, and a few bright stars light the darkening sky. Meryta, perplexingly, is in the water.  He stretches, and walks to the water’s edge.
“Taking another dip?”
“No.” She fishes something out of the water. A piece of cloth? “Tide almost got my clothes.”
He chuckles. “Did it get you too?” Now he’s awake, he can see the sandy strip is narrower than before. Meryta flicks her tail in annoyance, the tip of it skimming the water.
“It’s not funny.”
“Sure looks funny to me.”
“What if I hadn’t woken up? I could have drowned.”
“You can’t drown, Meryta.” He winks at her.
“Ugh.” She sounds more exasperated than angry, and he is glad of it. He would not stand a chance did she bring all her fury to bear. It’s not that he forgets her power, he simply chooses to think it does not matter between them. Tansui’s thoughts are rudely interrupted by a hard, wet hit to his bare stomach. Meryta’s soggy clothes, bundled up and thrown with considerable force. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he almost falls on his ass, making an undignified sound.
Meryta breezes past him, and swoops up his haori where he discarded it, when it was too hot to wear. She shrugs it on.
“I’m cold,” she says. “And all my clothes are wet.”
He knows, as they are currently dripping in his hands. It is cooler now, and he holds them away from himself, so his pants don’t get wet, at least.
Gathering his wits, he tosses the bundle of clothes in the boat, which he did have the foresight to pull far enough onto their island. He’s sailed these waters too long to make foolish mistakes.
“You could have told me the tide rises so much out here,” Meryta says, mayhap following his line of thought, her eyes drawn by the tossed clothes.
“I did not plan to nap. And neither did you, I suspect. I suppose we were worn out from the… swim.”
“It was a very good, warm, nap.” She smiles at him, bright and genuine, her grumpy demeanor all but vanished.
She stretches, his haori falling half open, revealing the tantalizing curve of her breasts, the scales scatted across her abdomen, and the shaded place her legs meet. He freezes, unable to form clear thoughts. He wants to push the haori off her body, he wants her to wear it always, just like this.
Powerful, effortlessly, she is wearing his clothes. She walks towards him, her tail swishing in front of her, drawing his eye to her thighs. He wants to touch. He craves her. He acts, reaching for her, pulling her close, kissing her lips, biting them. He wants to claim her, mark her, leave something with her, something more permanent than a shirt, he wants, he needs –  she bits him back, laugh in the throat and they break apart.
“Mine,” is all he gets out, his thoughts all jumbled with his sudden need.
“You can have it back when I have dry clothes,” Meryta says, “Maybe. It’s very soft.”
“It does suit you. A tad long, perhaps.”
He lets her think he was talking of the haori all along. He doubts she will appreciate the direction of his thoughts. Fierce and independent, she comes and goes as she wills, and he will let that be enough.
Meryta tucks her head under his chin, bumping it. “Maybe I should hem it.”
He thinks of it, her wearing it across the world, with her scions.
“Maybe you should.”
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milk-crater · 4 months ago
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@mobiblackout asked me what I thought of Adam/Kyle, Adam/Roddy, and Adam/Max. So, below the cut are my fandom ramblings/headcanons.
Adam and Kyle: I see these two as having the most brotherly bond out of all these pairs. By brotherly, I don't mean it's all love and good vibes. I am also talking the jealous, sibling rivalry of brotherhood too. Not quite Cain and Able level heat, but Remus and Romulus levels. My head cannon is that they would have tried to make it work as a relationship, mainly when they were young and stupid, but they'd Always being on different wave lengths in the bedroom. Like, when one guy wants to be silly and sweet the other guy starts getting annoyed and being like "dude, can't you be serious for once? >: ( " and that ruining the vibe. I think it could be different in a polycule though where it's not just Adam and Kyle butting heads. And when things are good and they all have gold, I think it awakens a kind of base/greedy/lewd side to Kyle that he doesn't have when he's a scrappy underdog. When he's the 'over dog', he can vibe with Adam and be like "Actually, you know what? We rule. We're awesome. Let's fuck." What I'm saying is lots of belt sex. Adam and Roddy: Where there's a kind of friction always present with Kyle, it's not the case with Adam and Roddy. Maybe it wasn't love at first sight, but pretty darn close. There's an easy intimacy, lots of tender touches, kisses, brushing back hair and the like. Heart eyes big time. And despite Roddy being seven years older, for both him and Adam it's a kind of puppy love. And that infatuation has lasted for nearly fifteen years! Sure they've gotten to know each other more and their relationship is different as they themselves changed, but there's still this kind of first bloom affection even now. HOWEVER, that is both a blessing and a curse as something I mentally stumble over with Roddy/Adam is them ever being more than affectionately platonic. Like, I can't see either of them actually getting the other off. Like, they would have tried and it felt weird fast, and so they stick to cuddles and skin to skin contact. So, where does this leave horny little Adam Cole? He's got one fuck buddy who he fights with a lot to the point where they're not compatible, and another guy who adores is amazingly sweet but just doesn't do it for him. If only there was someone else out there, someone ambitious like him and has a strong personality but also adores him...
Enter Max! I think part of what I like about Adamjf as a pairing is Adam being taken by surprise that someone like Max could even exist. Max is motivated and strong-willed but also willing to hear Adam out while not being a push over. He would take charge in bed while also being fully focused on making Adam feel good. And I think Adam might have found himself kind of being charmed by being the more submissive one--don't get me wrong, he always bottoms, but I feel with most of his past partners he'd make it a point to be the one calling the shots in the bedroom like he was calling a match. But with Max, he doesn't feel the need to do that. He is probably more shocked than anyone that he is okay with letting Max take the lead, and in his eyes this kind of adds to the shine Max has on him.
But Max and Adam don't have a long history together, and because of Adam's issues (and Max's own history) he feels like he can't trust MJF, which is why they break apart. With them being my OTP, I'm hoping as time moves on and history accumulates between them, they get back together with a better understanding of themselves and each other.
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eastwindmlk · 6 months ago
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19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
My OTP Romione
Please and thank you 🥺
This is something, I think. I wrote like 1/3 of it between 2 and 4am but we got there.
2.1k NSFW under the cut! Or on AO3
Prompt from this prompt list! Ask box is still open! As you can see, I will try any pairing at least once.
Hermione never had a thing for uniforms, not in the way she'd heard other people talk about them. Certainly not in the way Harry would talk about his wife in her uniform. 
It wasn't like she couldn't see it. Ron had always been fit in his quidditch robes. But it wasn't drastically different. 
Though, well, she supposed that she had thought Viktor had looked quite dashing in his uniform at the Yule ball. 
Still, Hermione did not see the appeal of pilots and police officers, until about ten seconds ago when she walked in on Ron fidgeting with his new Ministry-issue Auror robes. There was just something about it. 
Maybe it was the stretch of the fabric across his chest or how it, impossibly, made him look even taller. Should could even argue that the way the collar was cut complimented his jawline, but that would mean she'd given it more thought than she cared to admit. 
Hermione leaned in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. She watched Ron tug and pull at the fabric and the way he adjusted his sleeve, looking proud and confident in a way she'd not seen him in such a long time. 
It was endearing, thrilling, and just a little hot. Well, more than a little hot. It was like being hit by a tidal wave when Ron noticed her and flashed a grin that could have knocked her over. 
"Like it?" he asked, his fingers brushing along the row of buttons on his tone chest. Hermione's eyes honed in on the motion that made her a little weak in the knees. "It's a little tight," Ron added when she was too distracted to answer. 
Hermione gave her head a little shake, trying to clear her thoughts while she hummed. "Mhm, looks good," she replied, her tongue swiping along her lip.  "Very- Uhm. Professional." 
She shifted her weight from foot to foot and the friction from that was enough to heat her face. "Dammit," she muttered under her breath while she flustered a little. 
It had been a long few weeks, Hermione told herself. They'd had little time together and the time they did have Ron was tired and sore from training. It was normal for her to have some pent-up frustration. Something they could work out later, when he wasn't busy. 
Hermione pushed her hair up, out of her neck to release some heat. Once there, she thought she might as well keep it up, so she twisted the curly mess and secured it with her wand, like she'd done a million times before. 
When she looked up after catching a stray strand, she found Ron looking at her. His lips pressed together, eyebrows slightly drawn as he swallowed thickly. 
"You can't do that," Ron told her, arms crossing light over his chest, the words taking her by surprise. 
Something about his tone stopped her from bristling, something in his look made her toes curl in anticipation. "Why not?" Hermione asks, her head tilting and her brows raising, trying to figure out where this was going. 
Ron's lips pulled into a knowing smirk and the energy in the room shifted. A draw that went unnoticed before luring her into the room, closer to Ron. "It's illegal," he said matter-of-factly. 
"Illegal?"
"Yes, ma'am. Very much so," he said and she recognized the cadence, the sudden undeniable authority that she rarely heard. They'd joked, in the past, that it was his Auror voice. 
It doesn't take Hermione long to decide to brush the strap of her top down her arm and step forward, hips swaying a little too much. She enjoyed the way Ron's eyes travelled down as she folded he hands in front of her, pressing her breasts together, deliberately making use of her low neckline. 
"I'm sorry, officer. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" Hermione asked, her voice low and sultry, her teeth caught on her lower lip. Her eyes lingered on the way Ron gulped at that. 
He closed the distance with two long strides and leaned down to whisper to her. His lips brushed along the shell of her ear. "What do I do, 'Mione? Is this a muggle thing?" 
Hermione clasped her hand over her mouth in an effort to stifle the giggle that threatened to completely shatter the tension. She drew a deep, shaky, breath through her nose to regain her compose.
"I think it might be," she admitted and let out a breathless laugh. "Just pretend that you want to touch me-"
"I don't need to pretend." 
"Good, then just be an Auror on a case," she said and for a moment they're just there, too close for nothing to happen. His heat radiated through the thick fabric of his uniform.
Then Ron nodded and straightened up. He stepped back and Hermione could see him snap back into his role now that he fully understood what was going on. “What are you trying to achieve here, ma’am?”
He once again stepped into her space but this time there was something different about it, making her inch backwards. Like she needed to get away from him looming over her, somehow taller than he’d been just moments before. 
“I-I just don’t want to get into trouble. I’ll do anything,” Hermione stammered, her fingers trailing down her neck and catching on her cleavage, pulling the fabric down a little more and exposing the lace trim of her bra.  She didn’t even notice the door swinging closed until she heard the click and felt her back press against the cool, smooth wood. Her breath hitched when Ron’s hand rested next to her head, caging her in. “Anything?” 
“Anything to not get into trouble, sir.” 
“And you think that is going to work on me? You flash me a little skin and bat your lashes and just like that I’ll let you go?” Ron’s face was right there, just inches away from hers, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. 
Hermione shook her head quickly, blinking at him innocently. “Of course not,” she replied, finding it difficult to meet his intense stare. She averted her eyes for just a moment like it would grant her some sort of reprieve. 
“Right you are,” Ron agreed and he used his free hand to guide her face back to his. “Turn around and tell me if you have anything of note on your person.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, not sure if the fluttering in her stomach was anxiety or arousal. All she knew was that regardless of what it turned out to be, she wanted to follow his instructions. 
Ron helped her turn around, gently guiding her hands over her head and pinning her wrists together effortlessly with one of his. His full body pressed into hers when Ron’s lips found her ear once more. “I’m going to feel for anything dangerous you might be hiding. Just stand still and follow my instructions.” 
Hermione swallowed and nodded, leaving her arms where they were as his hands travelled downward, curing around her shoulders and brushing along her waist. The gentle touches raise the temperature in a not-so-gradual way. If she’d been hot before, she was on fire now. 
The first sound he drew from her was a gasp when, instead of down, his hands moved back up along her stomach to cup her breasts. He took his time weighing them in his hands, thumb brushing along her firm nipples. Breath hitching when he squeezed them and she could feel his hips press into her arse. Feel the outline of his hardening cock press into her thigh. 
“Anything dangerous here?” Ron asked, his voice gravelly and hot. Teeth nipped at her earlobe as she shook her head no. “I must insist you use your words.” The words made her knees weak. 
Hermione swallowed and hummed before finding her voice sounding raspy and brimming with anticipation. “No, sir,” she answered, a soft moan falling from her parted lips when he tugged at her bra and let her breasts spill out. 
“I can’t wait to bury my face between these,” Ron muttered against her ear, peppering the soft, sensitive flesh behind it with kisses. “Nothing here, let’s see…” He drew out the last word while his hands wandered back down, making no prelude as to where they were going.  They were both starting to lose patience and interest in the little game they were playing. Too hot and bothered to keep up the charade. 
Hermione pressed her thighs together when Ron's’ fingers brushed along the expanse of her stomach and tutted in disapproval. “Spread your legs please,” he instructed when he slipped past the waistband of her trousers and dipped straight into her knickers. As if he knew he’d find a damp spot between her thighs. 
His momentum didn’t slow there, without hesitation he slipped one finger into her wet centre, making her clench around him in surprise. “Merlin Hermione, you’re so wet already,” he whistled appreciatively, slowly moving in and out of her. 
Her cheeks flushed, and she pressed her hips back into him, hoping for a reaction, to coax something more out of him now that he’d crossed that he’d broken that spell. Her name on his lips took them out of their play and into reality where she wanted nothing more than to—to put it frankly—fuck him. 
“Ron, can we?” Hermione nudged him with her hip and hoped to motion him to the bed. “I’m about ready to rip that uniform off you. So, maybe you should take it off before I vanish it,” she told him, turning around the moment he gave her enough space to move. 
He stood there, uniform askew, pupils blown out as he sucked her off his finger. Hermione thought to herself that if she wasn’t soaked already, that sight would have instantly done her in. “I need you on the bed,” Ron instructed and glanced at her trousers. “Without those.” 
Hermione did not need to be told twice and kicked off her trousers, tossing them in the corner to bother with later. By the time she sat on the bed, Ron was there too, tall and nude and hard. The sight of him making her mouth water. “Ready?” she breathed. 
“Ready,” Ron replied, his fingers brushing along her collarbone before settling on her shoulder, guiding her to lay back. One of her legs draped over his shoulder before Ron’s hands gripped onto her hips. 
He thrust into her in one smooth motion and she felt him bottom out, hips flush against hers. Both of them hissing and groaning. Hermione admired the stretch of his neck when his head tipped back. “Sweet Circe, you feel so good,” he moaned, starting with shallow thrusts, which turned into long strokes.
Hermione found the rhythm and started to meet his strokes with her own, his name falling from her lips over and over again. Never devoid of meaning or affection, never a mindless chant but a call from her soul to his, begging to be closer still. 
Ron leaned forward, his hands moving from her waist to rest against her stomach, fingers sliding up and trapped between her sternum and his chest when his lips found hers. Both of them sought more of each other. 
He swallows her moans and breathes into her, tongues sliding together, tangling in a now practised dance. Tasting the roof of each other’s mouths. Only breaking apart when she taps him. “Switch please,” she pants against his lips.
Then Ron did something she would never get sick of. He gripped her waist, knee planted firmly in the mattress as he effortlessly flipped her over, still buried deep inside of her. “Like this?” he checked, one hand massaging her arse while the other trailed along her spine.
“Perfect,” Hermione told him, rising onto her knees and moaning as she felt him hit a different spot inside of her, eyes rolling back in pleasure. “I need you fast and deep.” 
Her words were barely out of her mouth when she felt his large hands take hold of her hips, fingertips pressing into her flesh firm enough to leave bruises that she’d cherish for days. Ron set the pace, just as she’d asked, fast and punishing. He pulled her into him with every thrust, hips crashing together loudly. Every stroke hits the right spot, making her feel full. 
There was no time, no breath for words. Only moans and whimpers. She wound tighter and tighter, being dragged closer to her climax. Then the pendulum swung and she crashed, thighs shaking, stomach twitching as Ron chased after. 
They collapsed in on each other, him still filling her while his lips found the nape of her neck, sucking at the tender spot. He drew a strangled cry from her lips, a tired moan. Too blissful, too spent to speak.
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mrsreginagold · 4 months ago
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Fic: Fall For You Forever
Fandom: Nikita 
Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)
Rating: R
Spoilers: Set post-series, in an AU where Ari and Nikita are married.
 Summary: The most romantic day of the year results in multiple surprises for Nikita and Ari.
Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day! ❤️❤️❤️ I just had to write something for my beloved OTP. It's a perfect time to celebrate their love and devotion for each other, so that's the entire purpose of this one, besides just having a great time putting it together. I had a lot of fun with this, so I hope my readers enjoy 😘
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Fall For You Forever
                  It began with a touch – light and feathering against her bare skin – as hands well-versed with the contours of her body started to wander slowly. 
                  Nikita bit at her lower lip to stave off a pleased moan when her husband’s solid, warm frame stretched lazily against hers beneath the covers. 
                  The sounds of morning were peaceful and quiet, to the point that she hesitated in luring herself from a remarkably sound slumber, but then Ari’s mouth grazed over a sweet spot right below her ear. “Good morning, my love.”
                  Her breath hitched, hazel eyes fluttering open when he thumbed at the underside of her breast. “If your intention is to seduce me awake, Mr. Tasarov, you better intend to finish what you’ve started.”
                  “I wouldn’t dare disappoint you, Mrs. Tasarov,” while there was a teasing note to his resonant baritone, it was also clear how serious he happened to be when his hand slid over the jut of her hip to duck between her legs, which made her glad that they had not bothered with clothes when they climbed into bed the night before. 
                  Her pulse quickened as he worked a spectacular brand of magic, prompting her to arc instinctively into his attentions, a partially strangled curse emerging due to his skill. 
                  She curled  her hand around a toned bicep, holding onto him tightly as he artfully drove her over the edge. Her world spun into sharp focus, where the sole thing that mattered was the man that she loved with all her heart worshipping her in such a way. 
                  With a cry of his name, she gave in to release, trembling in his arms while he pressed tender kisses against the slim column of her neck and the slope of her jaw. 
                  “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmured, resting his chin upon her shoulder so she could recover for a moment. 
                  She chuckled, amused. “Was that my present?”
                  “One of many I have planned. After all – I must ensure that my brilliant wife is fully satisfied on this special day.”
                  “Well you’re off to a great start,” she caressed at his arm before twisting around to face her beloved properly.  
                  The sight of him was enough to leave her breathless. His dark brown hair was in perfect disarray, recently grown out so that natural waves framed his angular, handsome features attractively. Several loose strands fell rakishly over his eyes, which were a stunning shade of blue and accented by long lashes that she occasionally envied. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was haloed in the soft glow of light that filtered in through the curtains, or that most of his exquisitely muscled body was exposed to her gaze. 
                  Her pulse fluttered, and she tugged him in to thank him properly for the fantastic wake-up call, capturing his mouth in a grateful kiss that he eagerly reciprocated. 
                  Together, they reclined into the nest of blankets tangled around their entwined forms, the embrace deepening and turning passionate in the span of a heartbeat.
                  “Be honest: was that also your way of making up for the fact that we were so exhausted when we arrived at the hotel last night that we just fell asleep immediately?” she mumbled between heated kisses, shivering when he pushed the sheets aside, pleasant goosebumps erupting over her bare skin. 
                  “Partly,” he tugged away to sweep a lock of her hair off her shoulder, “Though, to be fair, we were always going to be jet-lagged after such a long flight.”
                  “We didn’t have to vacation in Paris, you know.” 
                  “No, but Ryan owes us after hijacking our honeymoon with a mission,” Ari dipped his head, nuzzling Nikita sweetly before stealing another kiss, and then another, his body settling comfortably on top of hers. 
                  She couldn’t fully suppress a giggle at the memory but was immediately distracted when his fingers skimmed down along her side, gasping softly when he deftly hitched her leg over his. 
                  His mouth drifted to shower affection along the curve of her chin, pausing to nibble at the hollow of her throat before travelling lower. 
                  She arched her spine when his lips discovered her breasts and devoted plenty of attention there, whimpering quietly and clawing at the pillow as her sensitized skin reacted naturally to his ministrations. 
                  She felt him grin right before he veered off, darting more kisses down the center of her chest. He then lingered at her navel before trekking south to bite at the tender flesh of her inner thigh. 
                  He has always been thorough in his desire, but this time he went above and beyond, and when he finally devoured her in the most erotic sense, she lifted partly off the mattress, whispering his name repeatedly as her fingers coiled into his hair to keep him steady. 
                  And then her phone had the utter audacity to ring. 
                  Ari paused for just a second before glancing up at her with deviousness in his eyes. “Go on, answer it.”
                  “What? Now?!”
                  “I’m preoccupied,” he shrugged and then dove back in. 
                  She was tempted to ignore the incessant buzzing while her cell vibrated against the wooden nightstand, but she’d also witnessed the challenge in her husband’s gaze and had never been one to back down from such a thing. 
                  “Ugh, you evil –hah,” she exhaled shakily, still at the mercy of his talented tongue. “Evil, evil man!”
                  Her lover chuckled, and the rumble jolted directly to her core. 
                  Nikita swallowed, hard, in an attempt to recapture a bit of composure, but it was evident that he would not make things easy on her given how methodical he was being. 
                  Her voice wavered slightly once she eventually answered the device, her eyes widening when it turned out to be their boss. “Ryan! Uh…this isn’t exactly the best time…”
                  “I know, I know, I’m so sorry, Nikki,” the head of Division sounded frazzled. “I wouldn’t have called if you and Ari weren’t already in the area.” If he had any indication of what was going on while he called, he didn’t show it. “Speaking of, is he free to talk for a second?”
                  “Er…I’ll ask,” flustered, she placed her hand over the receiver and looked down at her husband, who slowed his attack but not to the point of letting up for air. “Ari. Ryan wants to talk to you.”
                  He sighed, finally pulling back and gesturing for her to hand him the phone.
                  “Here he is!”
                  “This better be good, Ryan,” Ari pinched the bridge of his nose and resituated so that he was curled up against Nikita, his hands sliding apologetically along her naked form. 
                  She cuddled close, trailed her nails through the soft hair that dusted his chest, and then ducked a kiss to his heart. 
                  After several minutes of being filled in by their employer, there was an exasperated sigh. “Is it really that important?”
                  Ryan’s response was muffled, but remorseful, which meant that whatever it was could not be avoided. 
                  “Okay, but that is twice that you owe us a romantic get-away with zero interruptions, Fletcher. Now, if you don’t mind; I am going back to making love to my wife.” He ended the conversation and clicked the phone off. 
                  Her shoulders began to shake, lips quirking repeatedly in a valiant effort to keep laughter at bay. 
                  “Don’t start,” Ari grumbled, his striking features perturbed. 
                  “I wasn’t going to say anything!”
                  He raised a skeptical brow. “Oh? You’re taking the interruption well.”
                  “Only because I have no idea why Fletch informed you about whatever this is instead of me. That makes me curious,” Nikita drew a calming circle along his back. “What’s going on?”
                  “It’s connected to what remains of Gogol,” he clarified. “And it figures I would still be cleaning up the mess they made.” He inhaled deeply before he launched into a full explanation. 
                  She listened patiently while he elaborated on the scenario, and though she understood his frustration, she sensed that it had more to do with derailing whatever romantic surprises he had in mind for her. 
                  After all – it was their first trip away from their home base in months. 
                  Absentmindedly, she ran her hand over her stomach, contemplating on whether or not to tell him, as she was hiding a fairly amazing gift of her own. 
                  Ari noticed her far-away look, and his brows furrowed in concern. “Is everything all right? I know the details can be boring.”
                  Nikita shook her head, “I just haven’t fully shaken off that jet lag yet, that’s all. Come here,” she coaxed him into a gentle kiss. “Don’t think of it as an interruption so much as a detour. Besides, if we’re quick about it – we’ll have plenty of time to enjoy the rest of our Valentine’s evening.”
                  His expression softened, and he smiled before resting his forehead against hers. “You always know exactly what to say.”
                  “It’s one of my many talents,” she grinned and then shoved him back into the pillows, climbing on top to straddle his hips. “Now…” she danced a finger directly down the center of his chest. “I believe you mentioned something about making love to your wife. If I were you, I’d fulfill that promise to get this day back on track.”
                  His response was a seductive growl before he lunged, and then they were sufficiently distracted for some time. 
                  They spent most of the morning luxuriating in their passion for one another, until Ari finally suggested that they go out to refuel and take in the sights. 
                  It took  them a little longer than usual since they ended up in the shower together, but before too much time passed: they were dressed and exploring the streets of Paris, hand in hand. 
                  They stopped at a local café for hot drinks and pastries, then embarked on a tour of the Opera House, which was not far from their hotel. It was a place that the couple had longed to visit, as they were both big fans of The Phantom of the Opera. 
                  Suffice to say – the architecture of the building proved exceptionally beautiful, and they were there for close to two hours in order to soak all the elements in. 
                  They visited another restaurant for a late lunch and then did some shopping before returning to the hotel so they could get ready. Their mission involved stopping an under the table deal between a Gogol operative and a weapons dealer, which was going to occur during a special chocolate tasting and required them to don proper evening wear. 
                  Nikita smoothed over the silky fabric of her dark emerald cocktail dress and inspected her reflection in the vanity mirror provided in the bathroom of their suite. She had  purposely left the back of the garment open so Ari could assist her, and crossed her hands reflexively over her abdomen, deciding that she should reveal his gift before they headed into potentially dangerous territory. 
                  Her waterfall of dark brown hair, highlighted with streaks of gold, fell in loose curls around her shoulders, and the shade of her clothing contrasted well against her sun-kissed skin. She had always been subtle with her makeup application and chose neutral shades for her eyes and lips. As a finishing touch: she fastened on a pair of gold earrings and then headed out to where her husband was waiting for her. 
                  He was in the process of pulling his dark grey suit coat over his broad shoulders and she caught him fiddling briefly with the cuffs of the white button-down he had on underneath. The look was completed with slacks that matched the coat. 
                  She paused in the bathroom doorway, leaning against the edge to survey her love quietly. He cut a striking figure in business attire, and she admired the manner in which his shirt happened to cling in all the right ways to his defined torso. He had also forgone a tie, so the collar was loose enough to allow a glimpse of the dark, downy hair that peeked over the edge of the top. 
                  Unable to resist, she let out a low whistle, alerting him to the fact that she was watching.
                  He turned, and when the sea of his gaze fell upon her, the approval was very evident. 
                  “You look lovely,” he murmured, stepping forward to bridge the space that remained between them. 
                  With a sly grin, she twisted around, revealing that her dress was still undone. “Zip me up?”
                  Ari laughed. “Wasn’t that the beginning of our love affair in the first place: helping you with a dress?”
                  “You certainly never complain when it’s time to get me out of one,” Nikita pulled her hair to the side so he could fasten the closure, which he did succinctly before dropping a kiss to the base of her nape. 
                  With a content sound, she leaned back into the circle of his arms, basking in his presence. 
                  He rested his chin against the crown of her head and whispered. “I love you so much. Would you like another present?”
                  “Another? You’ve been spoiling me all day, Ari.”
                  “It’s the last one, I promise, not counting the lovemaking session I’m intending on later, obviously,” his lips ghosted down her neck. “That’s just to top the night off.”
                  She shook her head fondly and turned back to face him. “All right, but it’s only fair that I share yours after.”
                  “You have a deal.” He parted from her in order to locate a small box that was hidden in a dresser drawer. 
                  With a flourish, he placed it in her hands, and she opened it to reveal a delicate, gold and diamond necklace. 
                  “Ari, it’s beautiful!” she gasped, pulling it out of the velvet it was nested in carefully. 
                  “Here,” he instructed for her spin around so he could fasten it around her neck. 
                  Touched by the gesture, she whirled back towards him and then leaned in, risking slight damage to her makeup in order to claim a kiss. 
                  He reciprocated the embrace delicately, his fingers moving up to frame her face.
                  They stood there, quietly cherishing their affection, until she pulled back. “So…about your gift – I’m afraid it’s going to have to wait a bit.”
                  “How long is a bit?” he titled his head inquisitively. 
                  She guided his hand to her stomach. “Roughly nine months.” 
                  It took a few seconds for the information to compute, and she wished she had thought to grab her phone to capture the look on his face, which was startled at first and then slowly spread into a joyful smile. “Really?!”
                  She nodded rapidly, shrieking with delight when he abruptly hoisted her up and twirled her in a slow circle. 
                  “When did you realize?”
                  “A week ago, I took a test and then went to my doctor to confirm it,” she informed. 
                  “That’s wise. We haven’t been the most careful when we’re intimate, but we also weren’t deliberately trying,” she was treated to the sight of him blushing. “In fact, I was under the impression that it wasn’t something you wanted.”
                  “In the past, when our lives weren’t stable, it wasn’t, but then we finally got married and I realized that what I wanted changed,” she threaded her hands through his hair. “I can’t wait to get started on a family with you, Ari.”
                  He swept her into a loving kiss and then quickly grabbed some items that they would need for their task that evening. “Come on; the sooner we get this blasted mission over with, the sooner I can bring you back here and we can celebrate.”
                  She laughed brightly at his remark, and shortly after they were out the door. 
                  “One thing’s for certain, this kid of ours is going to have a massive sweet tooth,” Nikita swallowed a bite of yet another delectable chocolate before taking a sip of her drink. 
                  “In that respect, they’ll be exactly like their mother. Take it easy though, darling, I don’t want you getting sick from too much sugar.”
                  “It’s a good thing the samples are small then. By the way: how did you get them to flute ginger ale?”
                  “Simple,” Ari’s fingers stroked down the side of her arm, “I told the bartender that my lovely wife is expecting but wanted to fit in with the festivities.”
                  “It’s amazing how often the truth serves us, isn’t it?” she looked out over the crowd that was gathered in the beautifully decorated garden where the event was being hosted. “You know, if we weren’t dealing with work, this would be a fantastic date.”
                  He voiced a quiet agreement, but she noticed that his keen eyes were scanning the sea of people for their target. 
                  She expected the news of their child to cause a distraction, but by stark contrast – her husband seemed laser-focused instead. 
                  “Any sign of them yet?” she drank a little more of the soda and then accepted two samples of a new treat when it was offered by the wait staff. 
                  “No,” he sighed heavily, popping the dark chocolate into his mouth after she handed it to him. “Mmm, that’s a really good one.”
                  “They used just the right amount of raspberry. It isn’t overwhelming.” She nestled against his side. “Have you ever tried making your own?” One of her beloved’s special talents was that he was an excellent chef. 
                  “The closest I’ve gotten is when I make fudge during the holiday season,” he confessed. “Maybe I’ll give it a shot around Easter. Aren’t Alex and her family coming over then?”
                  “I think it depends on Sean’s schedule,” she shrugged, used to a certain amount of chaos when it came to their friends. “Besides, we’ll have to figure out our own announcement when we get back, so I’m not thinking that far ahead yet.”
                  “You mean to tell me that Alex doesn’t know already?” he glanced at her, surprise in his gaze. “You tell her everything.”
                  “Ordinarily I do, but in this case I wanted it to be something just between us, at least for a little bit.” 
                  He tenderly tucked an errant curl of hair away from her face, but before he could say more, something caught his attention. 
                  In seconds Ari went from doting partner to highly trained intelligence operative, his posture straightening and determination surfacing in his cobalt eyes. “They’re here.”
                  She looked in the direction that he was. “Is it anyone you know?”
                  “Only by reputation,” he gulped down the final remnants of his bourbon. “Luckily, they aren’t the type to cause a scene.”
                  “That’s good. So…I’m assuming you have a plan?”
                  “I always have a plan, but the variables have altered slightly,” he brought his palm up and discreetly pressed it against her stomach. “The last thing I wish is to place both of you in danger.”
                  “My love,” she crossed her hand over his and squeezed it reassuringly. “You know as well as I do that I’m not made of glass.”
                  “All I ask is that you exercise some caution,” he gave her a brief kiss on the cheek. “Now: follow my lead and this should be over quickly.”
As usual – he proved true to his word. It was a simple matter of following the Gogol operative and the weapon’s supplier to where they intended to complete the transaction, which turned out to an alley that was a short distance from their hotel. 
                  They waited till exactly the right moment before striking in rapid succession. Nikita’s reflexes were still lightning fast, and it didn’t take much to render the arms dealer unconscious while Ari handled the agent from his former company. 
                  The couple then grabbed everything that they needed to send back to Division, and took off before the two targets could regain their senses. 
                  Adrenaline still raced through Nikita’s veins when she stepped into the hotel lobby with her husband, their fingers laced together as they made their way over to where the elevators were located. 
                  She peered over at Ari, who appeared calm and collected as ever. She sometimes wondered how he managed to be so unaffected, outwardly, by the decided lack of normalcy in their lives, but it was also arguably part of what had attracted her in the first place. In some ways: he was her opposite, but in others, he was her anchor and a reminder that the life that they’d chosen together was worth every second. 
                  There was a quiet chime, signaling that the lift had arrived, and he gestured for her to go in first. 
                  Before the doors had fully closed behind them, she curled her fingers into the lapels of his jacket and tugged him into a sound kiss, intent on reminding her soul mate that the evening was not over yet. 
                  The message was effectively received given his enthusiastic response, which was to gather her into his arms and pin her between his body and the wall as he deepened the embrace. 
                  She coiled her legs around him for balance, gripping the soft fabric of his shirt tightly in her fist as his attentions turned ardent. A familiar, molten pool of heat gathered at her center, prompting a quiet whimper when his lips strayed to rain teasing kisses along her neck. 
                  She let her hands wander slowly down his chest, blindly unfastening the buttons to his top so she could delve her hands inside. 
                  “Eager, are we?” she felt him smirk against her throat. “Maybe wait until we reach our floor, at least.”
                  “Blame the raging hormones,” she grumbled, yanking him into another kiss while she wrenched the garment open. 
                  He laughed, which was low and alluring and only made her lust for him compound. 
                  Once they arrived at their destination, Ari scooped Nikita up so he could effortlessly carry her to their room. 
                  It took a few moments to locate the key card, but the second that they were inside: the mood immediately shifted from playful to romantic. 
                  Hands set to task, removing layers of clothing until it was skin against skin, and he could guide her over to the bed. 
                  They toppled back upon the blankets, limbs entwining while they met in repeated kisses, their bodies slotting together as though they had been made for such a thing in the first place. 
                  He touched her reverently, his fingers light and delicate as they explored, his lips soon following the paths that he created across her flesh. 
                  It wasn’t long before she was lost to sensation, her hands scrambling for purchase on his back when he joined them with a fluid thrust, her legs wrapping around him to link them in place. 
                  He cradled her close and kissed her fervently as they eased into a steady rhythm, her grip on him tightening a fraction simply because she could never get enough. She loved the way that he enveloped her when they were like this, her hips canting to meet his movements as they were carried away by their feelings for one another. 
                  Their eyes met, their motions slowing so they could appreciate that final crest before they fell, complete, and more devoted to each other than ever. 
                  The intimacy of their afterglow was something Nikita would always cherish. 
                  She sighed contentedly, pillowing her head upon Ari’s chest while she stretched in his arms and began to trace a lazy pattern along his skin. “Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?”
                  He exhaled quietly; his handsome features lost in thought for a moment before he replied. “It would be nice for Stefan to have a sister, but honestly, it doesn’t matter. This is our child. Our future,” he kissed her temple. “They’re going to be loved regardless.”
                  “True, it doesn’t matter all that much,” she nuzzled at his throat. “And we won’t find out for a while yet.”
                  He turned slightly, so he could lie on his side and regard her seriously. “Have you given more thought on to how to announce this to everyone?”
                  “The only thing I’m sure of is that I want to do something simple. Maybe a picnic with our friends by the lake; a quiet celebration.” She went back to drawing invisible figures, her nails catching in the hair that was plastered to his skin from their exertions. 
                  “You’re remembering how overboard Alex and Sean went when they were expecting Nikolai, aren’t you?”
                  “Do not let me get that obsessed with streamers, ever.”
                  A warm, genuine smile blossomed across his face, and he shook his head, amused. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
                  Nikita settled comfortably into Ari’s arms so they could cuddle. “We’ll cross the announcement bridge when it’s time. Right now, I just want more of this.”
                  Judging by how tenderly he embraced her, it was evident that he agreed with her sentiment entirely. 
The End 
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totentnz · 1 year ago
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i was tagged by @hamburgerslippers (THANK YOU) for the newest hot picrew !
yes, v gets to have two boyfriends. (c'mon we talked about this)
mu & v (ft. j3p for emotional support) v & johnny (fresh body that's why his hair is short and his beard doesn't exist) vincent and kerry (they DO have facial hair but... limited options) gabbie & sera (gay panic)
tagging! @bishicat | @seraphfighter | @bloodydragam | @glitchinginthegarden | @streetkid-named-desire | @silver-samurai
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002yb · 2 years ago
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AAAAAAAAAAA YOUR DICKJOYFIRE FIC????? OMG IM ON MY KNEES. i love kory and Jay and i grew fond of jayroy and jaydick is my absolute OTP and aaaaaaa. Your brain is justtttt. OmG i love all that you write. Would you consider writing more about the four of them together? Smothering Jay with love and him being the maiden heart he is♡
Anyways, im really a fan of your fics they are awesome
Ahhhhh, you're always so delightful @alexandraisapenguin thank you so much. ///u/// This turned out to be more general ot4 though ;u;
Gym Shenanigans
Friendly competition between the four of them that's really just the boys taunting and challenging one another and being motivating in all their dumbness.
And Kory is so fond as she smokes all of them. Scorched earth policy, sorry boys. ;)
But it's all good because the three of them are so (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) because wowie hot damn, look at their girlfriend go.
Something something they all benchpress each other and Jason loses it each time when all of them do him. Which omg what? Hot? Help?
Dick being the first though and it takes so much coaxing and Dick swears he's got this. Which he does. It's only a few reps, anyhow. Still, the moment Dick presses Jason up, Jason panics and flails and ends up throwing himself out of Dick's hold and landing on his chest and Dick wheezes because oh god. Meanwhile Kory and Roy are !!! because whoops, spotting is a thing and Jason is mortified forever because again, omg.
But Dick just laughs through his wheezing and holds Jason to him before he can run off and Jason is sweet and blushy as he hides in Dick's chest and it's cute.
Speaking of chests - Roy marveling Jason's pecs. Like how you can catch glimpses of it through the low cut of Jason's sleeves. Dick following suit once he notices Roy's staring. And Kory following along not long after and wow, she thinks she understands the infatuation with breasts now. Amazing.
Jason spitting and sputtering because wth Kory //A///
Kory saddling up next to her baby boy and comparing chests and laughing because it's impressive! Has Jason ever tried to hold anything in his cleavage? So convenient. Also-
(Also, unrelated thought: Jason laying on top of Kory and their chests being smushed together and Dick and Roy just blatantly staring until they're called out and it's ahahahha)
General muscle appreciation. Like Roy's back. Roy basking in the attention but also being sweetly sheepish about it. Just something with him waving them off and being all, 'oh stop, guys,' then promptly flexing his back muscles. Dorky sweetness and cute flirting ahhhhhhh.
But wait. Dick getting stared at and objectified by other gym goers because he's beautiful handsome gorgeous. And while it's uncomfortable, he deals. Nothing new, right?
Only Jason puffs up and is ready to throw down, just sending the nastiest glares and snarls at men and women alike. He's got Kory right there backing him up too while Roy uses his impressive back to act as a screen and the combination of it all lightens Dick's mood so much and he loves them all dearly. ;U;
Sauna. Where Kory basks in the heat and unintentionally raises the temp until her boys are toasted and she has to drag them out and fan them back to safe temps.
Shower. Where Kory suggests showering together and yeah, sure. Only Jason bails out of embarrassment, maiden at heart that he is.
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autumnslance · 2 years ago
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Year of the OTP - July 2023 - Stars
(More Shadowbringers timeline, have some yearning during a key early moment. Original prompt list Here. 2 sections, 2 screenshots, 850ish words nearly evenly split between 2 POVs.)
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Thancred cooked over a small fire as Minfilia imbued his ammunition. There was a sudden pressure in his ears, on his shoulders. The sky rippled…
…and broke.
The oppressive Light evaporated like clouds of steam, plunging the world into darkness. Minfilia shrieked, the cartridges tumbling from her hands. “Thancred?!”
He couldn’t answer immediately, staring up, the stinging wetness in his eyes not from the campfire smoke.
The moon shone down, a gleaming disk of silver. Stars scattered across the velvety darkness, blinking and winking like old friends. And they were, he realized, recognizing constellations memorized to help comrades with their Astrology studies once upon a time.
“Thancred, is this…night?”
He swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Yes,” he managed hoarsely. “The night sky, the moon and stars.”
She hugged herself. “Then this means…”
“She’s here,” Thancred whispered. His heart tried to beat through his chestplate, his pulse in his ears, echoing: she’s here, she’s here, she’s here, she’s here!
“We have to find her,” Minfilia said, crystal-blue gaze turning from the sky to the shadowed woodline.
“We will,” Thancred replied. “But first we need to pick up those cartridges and eat.”
His mind spun while his heart continued to do backflips behind his sternum. Five years of dreaming, of longing, and Aeryn was here. Had much time passed for her as well? Or was it as the Exarch’s mirror showed, and she was the same as she had been their last night together in Ala Mhigo?
Aeryn’s hair falling in midnight waves down her back, her eyes shining silver in amusement at his jokes and teasing, the lilt of her accent followed by her laughter, the scent of the white violas she wore in her hair, the soft touch of her skin against his, the heat between them keeping the chill of the highland night at bay…
Thancred let out a sigh, hardly noticing his meal, vaguely aware of Minfilia watching him.
Five years in this harsh realm had changed him; would it be too much? Would Aeryn still recognize him? Still want him?
He ought to be sure of the answer; he knew her well enough. But that ever-present voice in the back of his head whispered warnings as always. One would think he’d be able to ignore his self-doubt by now.
“Let’s clean up and break camp,” he said, dousing the fire. Minfilia whined at the loss of light. “Your eyes will adjust; it’s a lovely night, for the first this world’s seen in far too long.”
Thancred paused to look at the sky again. She’s here.
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Aeryn looked up at the sky again, the familiar moon and constellations looking back, comforting after their absence.
She had only been in the First for a little over a fortnight, the lack of change each day disorienting and the constant press of Light wearisome. How much stranger it must be for the people of the First, who had never seen the night, never known the natural rhythmic shifts in time and weather and the beauty of the true sky!
Alphinaud also kept pausing to look up and smile, his relief and happiness palpable. So many other people as they walked by were staring up, talking to one another in excitement, unable to tear their eyes from the starscape above. There were many tears, prayers and songs of thanks even before they entered the city proper.
As they passed through the checkpoint, the Exarch quietly spoke to a guard. “Any word from Thancred?”
Are you seeing the stars too?
Was Thancred nearby? Had he seen the Light split away and wonder why, or did he know what this meant? Was he even in Lakeland, or in another part of the realm where Light still billowed and swirled above? Did he yet care, or had the years he had spent here—years!—dull his affections? What of this companion the Exarch had mentioned?
“Not yet, my lord.”
The moonlight had streamed in through the window of her room in Ala Mhigo, the stars twinkling, their light making Thancred’s fair hair practically glow as they had lounged in the bed, talking and joking, laughing and teasing. His hands had been warm on her skin as they cunningly explored her, his voice low and sending shivers down her spine. His mismatched eyes had glimmered in amusement, the line of his mouth crooking into a smile before leaning in to kiss her again, drawing her close to his warmth against the night’s chill.
The next day his body lay frighteningly still and silent, everything that made him Thancred…gone.
She could count the time in mere sennights and moons. But he had been here without the moon and stars, without her, for five entire years.
Do you know that I’m here? Do you still care? Do you see the stars?
“Aeryn,” Alphinaud called, pausing with the Exarch at the head of the bridge leading into the Crystarium.
She turned her face from the sky to smile at her companions as she rejoined them.
I’m here, her heart silently called. And I brought you the stars. Do you see them? Do you see me?
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isleofair · 10 months ago
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Obv I have to ask you about Nathan.
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Thank you, my dear, for yet another chance to rant about Nathan 🥺🙏😍💖
First impression:
From the pilot episode: cool and competent (but not my thing, fire and cars and muscles? Naaah) -> GAY. VERY GAY OH WOW SO VERY GAY -> oh no, we're dealing with Stereotypical Bad Anime Gay dammit 😭😭😭
Impression now:
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She's wonderful she's amazing she's the love of my life they're everything to me there is no character like her in all of history she has rewritten my brain completely I can no longer live without them I will love and adore and treasure her forever and ever amen. 😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖😍💖
Favorite moment:
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The full amount of feelings I have about this whole scene cannot be expressed, but I picked this one image of her embracing all the parts of herself that still sat a bit jagged on the inside, and were trying to hurt her, and saving herself with acceptance and love.
Just... yeah. 💖🥺💖
Idea for a story:
*glances at overflowing WIP/notes folder*
Uhhh... any of those? For this, let's mention the AU one where the heroes are F1 drivers and Nathan owns their own racing team.
Unpopular opinion:
She's hotter than Kotetsu 😜
No, okay, jokes aside, I don't know that any of my opinions about her are unpopular? I guess the one people might disagree more with is that I wish she had a different haircut (I don't love her current one).
Favorite relationship:
*waves helplessly at the pile of FireSky fanfic on her AO3 profile*
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It's the one with Keith, of course. OTP for life. ❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜
Favorite headcanon:
For a long time, it was that Nathan doesn't feel cold because of her power. Which might still be (partially) true, given how light her clothes always look, but of course, what she's canonically physically immune to is heat. (And I feel bad about getting this one a tiny bit wrong in a couple of my stories.) So now my new favorite headcanon is that, based on all of my crazy math, they and Keith debuted as heroes in the same season, and as rookies they were both, like, raw cookie dough versions of their current selves, and many funny and/or cute shenanigans ensued because of how different they were 😂
(the ask game, in case anyone wants to play!)
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hey <3 for the ask game: 👄🚿 🤷‍♀️🌷
Hi! Thanks so much for the lovely questions! From this ask meme
👄 Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?
Oh man, I love questions like this. I have so many thoughts (is it a cute docks at sunset kiss? Heat of battle/post-injury kiss? Middle of an argument kiss?) Maybe "This Will Be (an everlasting love)" by Natalie Cole. I think it's a great 'end of movie' fade away song and I want the boys to be smiling during their first kiss.
🚿Where do your best ideas seem to strike?
Usually while I'm falling asleep! Sometimes when I'm walking around. I think it's because I let my mind wander and don't try to hold onto anything in those moments. Just let the images/scenarios pass over me like ocean waves and then get smacked in the face with the seaweed clump of a great idea. And then I go to sleep without writing it down and forget it
🤷‍♀️What's a fic you didn't expect to be popular, but really took off?
Definitely The Truths Beneath Our Ribs. I know it's popular because of the timing/posting it while the show was hot, but people still reread it or bookmark it and I don't really get why. It's not even my favorite thing I wrote in that period, lol. (No judgement to people who do like it. I appreciate all the love so much)
🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?
Most of my favorites. I'm gonna say three: Things to Crawl Home To (The Winter Soldier sets a meeting with the Taskmaster / (Bucky Barnes talks with Antonia Dreykov)) No Force Greater Than (Stucky / Cap Quartet HS AU with Star Wars references) A Time For Dancing (Footloose AU. Gosh, I'm just so soft about this one)
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masterwords · 1 year ago
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Hello, do you mind if I ask for a lot at once for the OTPs one? They're just too good to resist 💙
(20) Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.
(22) What reminds each of their partner?
(42) What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)
(51) What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?
(48) Who's the better driver? - I feel like having to preface this by saying I mean it ordinarily and not when they're after unsubs probably means it's not Hotch, but...
Also #59 made me lol given the many many conversations had about that particular question and Hotchgan already
Do I mind the chance to go fully feral about them? No, sir, I do not mind at all. <3
20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.
Oh...oh no. There are so many! ONE SONG?! Okay I'm gonna do two, because there is one that screams them on-screen, and one that screams them in my head. And so you get two.
On screen, I always think about "Trust" by The Cure.
There's no-one left in the world That I can hold onto There is really no-one left at all There is only you And if you leave me now You leave all that we were Undone There is really no-one left You are the only one And still the hardest part for you To put your trust in me I love you more than I can say Why won't you just believe?
And then the Them in my head, their theme song is "Restless Heart" by Peter Cetera. For all the reasons.
22. What reminds each of their partner?
Well, first of all they are both sentimental fools. That's a fact. Sunrises and coffee breath, the sensations of an early morning run. Gunpowder and shredded paper at the firing range. Popcorn and icy condensation pooling on a sticky bar table. The smell of hotel shampoo and dusty air conditioning and the echo of walking down a new yet always the same carpeted hallway every day/week/month. I think they travel so often together that anything has potential to be a reminder - when you do so much life with a person, they are woven into every aspect of it.
42. What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)
I'm going to speak to their older years, when the adrenaline junkies settle down a little and learn how to enjoy moments. LOL While I do think they can find a way to enjoy almost anything together, I think a heat wave has to be it for them. Grilling in the backyard, gardening, drinking iced tea by the gallon. Derek can walk around naked if he's so inclined (and there isn't anyone around to see), Hotch can nap in the hammock, and life is good. But a good snowstorm in Chicago, the kind where you have to dig yourself out of your doorway just to go get your mail, the kind where you drag your kid's sled behind you down to the corner store to haul your groceries home because no one can drive...is a nice way of forcing them to settle down a bit. To just sit quietly in their snow-insulated home, curled up beneath blankets and watching movies or reading books, cooking and sleeping.
51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?
Oh you know I'm a sucker for this one. So much of what they do is nonverbal. The things these two can say to one another with just a look. Derek learns how to make coffee the way Hotch likes it, he learns the exact measurements because he might not care that much (coffee is coffee), Hotch does. He would never turn his nose up at caffeine, even terrible police station slop, but there are just certain things that he enjoys and it's a pretty small sacrifice to pull out the measuring spoons in order to see that look of bliss when it's exactly right. And Hotch, touch-starved king, loves to rub Derek's shoulders. And back and feet and whatever else he's tweaked by running full speed into danger.
48. Who's the better driver?
Uh...sorry Hotch. Just because you do most of the driving thanks to your need to control (or your intense car sickness) doesn't mean you're the better driver, it just means you're the boss. LOL I do imagine Derek is actually a pretty good driver. He learned to drive in the congested streets of Chicago, he worked as a cop which meant a lot of driving time, he rides a motorcycle, I bet he's got some very good driving music intuition...I just think he's probably got a very good sense of direction (hello vibing it) and he's comfortable behind the wheel. When boiled down, I just don't think Hotch likes to drive as much as Derek does, like the simple act of driving doesn't bring him pleasure like it does Derek, he simply needs to. And therein lies the difference to me.
AHAHAHAA. Oh...59. That's a hard no from me, dawg.
want me to talk about hotchgan? i will...at length...and hey, if you don't vibe with those questions, ask some of your own. i'll talk about them all day.
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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:  “Flesh & Blood”
The basics:  Investigate a Navy wife fleeing the scene of her husband’s murder.
Written by:  Chad Mazero co-wrote “Internal Affairs”, “Revenge Deferred”, “Where Everybody Knows Your Name”, “The Noble Maidens” and “Pandora’s Box”.  Wrote “Tidings We Bring”, “Can I Get a Witness”, “All Is Bright”, “Diamond in the Rough”, “High Society”, “Murder of Crows”, "Overdue" and "Sorry for Your Loss".
Directed by:  Daniela Ruah directed “Russia, Russia, Russia”, “Lost Sailor Down”, “Pandora’s Box” (co-written by Chad Mazero) and “Live Free or Die Standing”.
Guest stars of note:  Pamela Reed returns from season 11’s “High Society” as Roberta Deeks, Bar Paly returns from “Of Value” as Anastasia “Anna” Kolcheck, Natalia Del Riego is back from “Game of Drones” as Rosa Reyes, Kavi Ramachandran Ladnier is back from the previous episode “Dead Stick” as NCIS Reserve Agent Shyla Dahr, Marnee Carpenter as Alice Morgan, Lauren "Lolo" Spencer as Ella and Rif Hutton as Navy Commander Albert Burns
Our heroes:   Work with an abused wife to find some explosives while working through some home issues.
What important things did we learn about:
Callen:  Waiting for Hetty to get married. Sam:  Worried that Callen is avoiding getting married. Kensi:  Feels like she’s not prepared for motherhood. Deeks:  Bad baseball game in June of 1990. Fatima:  Absent. Rountree:   Looking to put his Beale bucks to good use. Kilbride:  Not pleased with Deeks’s attitude about the Navy spousal abuse response.
What not so important things did we learn about:
Callen:  Orphan. Sam: Once again looking for a caretaker for Raymond. Kensi:  Hanging with Bertie, buying cleats with Rosa at the mall and negotiating teen angst. Deeks:  Owes Kensi for hanging with Bertie. Fatima:  Not around. Rountree:   Called “Shark Tank” by Shyla. Kilbride:  Not pleased with the Navy’s spousal abuse response in the cut scenes.
Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Don’t know but Anna wants her found so she can marry Callen.
Who's down with OTP:   Anna and Callen are trying to negotiate their way around a wedding date.  Kensi and Deeks are trying to negotiate their way around Bertie.
Who's down with BrOTP:  With the teams mixing and matching all episode, not a lot of BrOTP time but Shyla worked well with all.
Fashion review:  Callen starts the episode in a black running shirt and black shorts.  Wears a button down medium blue shirt for the rest of the episode.  Sam has a wine colored long-sleeve tee-shirt.  Kensi is in a white tee-shirt with thin blue stripes.  Cornflower blue long-sleeve tee for Deeks.  Rountree is wearing a light brown long-sleeve tee.  Kilbride is in his civilian uniform with a medium blue three-piece suit, pale blue dress-shirt, blue tie.
Music: Not today.
Any notable cut scene:   Finally!  As Rountree is packing up for the day, Shyla asks him if he wants to go out for some tacos.  He can’t – he’s meeting with his friend David Packer about his investment money.  Shyla asks him not to.  Understanding that she may be overstepping, she knows Rountree has a real fire inside after what happened with Jordyn and the LAPD.  The person Rountree needs to invest in is himself. 
As they leave, Sam is find a caretaker for his Dad.  The Admiral says that gets Sam a good night’s sleep.  The Admiral also thinks Alice Morgan deserved better.  The Admiral thinks maybe they should blow up the whole damn book on abuse cases.  Then promises to if Sam tells anyone he said that, the Admiral would make sure Sam didn’t get a good night’s sleep ever again.
Quote:  Deeks:  So it's, uh... June 30, 1990.  And my mom decides she wants to take me to watch the Dodgers play the Cardinals.  And I will never forget that day.” Alice:  “I don't care about sports.” Deeks:  “That's funny, 'cause I don't care about sports either.  No, the reason I remember it is because it was so hot.  Like, L.A. had been coming off this massive heat wave and I can still see the ice cream cone melting as it's being passed down the row.” Alice:  “Now you want to talk about weather?” Deeks:  “Actually, I do, because...that is the other thing that I can still see from that day, is my mom.  And she's sitting next to me in this 90-degree heat, except for the fact that she is wearing...she's wearing jeans and a long-sleeve turtleneck.  And she was covered up like that the whole entire summer.  Not that it matters, because she couldn't cover the bruises on her face.” Alice:  “Did he spare you, at least?” Deeks:  “No.   I mean, but I was a kid, right?  Kids are supposed to have bruises.  I'd just tell the teachers that, um...I got another fight in the playground.  What do you tell people?” Alice:  “I don't have anyone left to tell.  He made me push everyone away.” Deeks:  “Yeah, they do that.”
Runner up:  Rountree:  “Was all that true? About your dad?” Deeks:  “Every word of it.”
Anything else:  At night in a suburban neighborhood, a woman is frantically packing her things.  She gets a phone call from her father and tries to blow him off.  Seeing her in a mirror, her clothes are covered with blood.  Her father is recommending a Tom Hanks movie as she is trying to get him off the phone.  She tells her father she loves him as she tries to leave the house.  A man’s dead body is making it hard to open the door.  But she succeeds.
Callen arrives home with two smoothies.  He’s worn out which surprises Anna.  She ran for six-miles, he “bailed” after two.  Since the bagel place didn’t have bagels, he brought smoothies.  Anna wanted bagels before her job interview that day.  She also wants to pick a wedding date.  Every time of the year Anna mentions, Callen has a reason not to get married at that time.  She offers him an out when it comes to getting married.  He wants to get married, Callen assures her, just find the right time to do it.
At the Blye-Deeks home, everyone is running around as the day starts.  Rosa is missing her backpack.  When Kensi tosses it, Deeks walks right into the tossed backpack.  Rosa and Deeks review her latest assignment as they hustle to leave.  Deeks gets a phone call – it’s Bertie.  She’s been on the road for six months of “eat, pray and loving” her way across the country.  Deeks thinks this is all TMI.  After seeing “Nomadland”, Bertie rented out her apartment so she is going to crash at the Blye-Deeks residence.  She needs someone to be there to let her in.  Rosa really needs to leave for school so they are going to figure something out.
Walking near the gym, Shyla hears Rountree working out and quoting “300”.  He’s working on an ancient martial arts technique to strengthen his grip and arms.  When Rountree gets a text, he asks Shyla to look at his phone – they could have a case.  Instead, Rountree has a text from “Packer” who is talking about his pants being on fire.  Packer is a friend of Rountree’s from Quantico.  Packer is starting a clothing line and Rountree is a possible investor.  He’s looking to grow some of the money Eric left them all last year.  After what happened to Rountree and Jordyn, he's looking to invest that money into a growing business.  Shyla would have taken the Eric money and spent some time in Tokyo.
Sam has a call and so does the Admiral.  Both are unhappy with their calls.  Sam lost another caretaker for Raymond, NCIS is making Kilbride go through another round of approvals for expenses.  Cranky men in Ops alert.
The Admiral looks around an empty Ops and wonders where is everyone.  On the screen is the dead man blocking the door from the opening scenes.  He is Lt. Jeff Morgan, an intelligence officer working out of a DoD Task Force.  Morgan was stabbed several times.  There are real concerns because Morgan was part of a team developing software to integrate intelligence gathered by all branches of the armed services.  If an outsider or foreign government got access to that software, they’d have access all U.S. military intelligence.  Sam asks if there are any suspects – China, Russia, Iran or Alice Morgan, Jeff’s wife.  She’s was seen leaving the house at the estimated time of death. 
In the office driveway, Kensi and Deeks are arguing about who is going to help Bertie unpack.  Deeks is owed a favor by Kensi and he’s calling it in. She’s not interested in helping unpack all of Mama Deeks’s Michael Bublé fannish things.   Besides, Deeks should help his mother.  Callen arrives but isn’t interested in hearing any of this – he’s an orphan.  Deeks says that funny, Callen doesn’t agree. 
Sam joins the trio, the most we’ve seen of this foursome together in a while.  He's been working since 8AM and everyone else just arrived.  Callen and Sam are off to the boatshed to meet with Morgan’s CO, Sam would like Kensi and Deeks to join Rountree at the crime scene.  Sighing Kensi mentions she has some accrued leave Kilbride wants her to take so she’ll help Roberta, get Rosa from school and Rosa can meet Bertie.  Deeks tells Kensi he owes her. 
At the house Morgan household, Rountree found a locked laptop – Shyla is getting a warrant to get in.  Deeks is looking through some magazines while Rountree picks up the Morgans’s mail.  One magazine has expensive furniture.  Speaking of money, LAPD found a Rolex on Morgan’s wrist and a Lexus in the garage – this wasn’t a robbery gone bad.  Rountree is confused – a junior officer like Morgan doesn’t make Rolex money.
Deeks flips through Morgan’s credit card bills – they are big.  Since Alice Morgan didn’t have a job, the only way they could afford their lifestyle was if Jeff Morgan was selling military secrets.  Deeks sees that the credit card bills include electronic toll charges – an EZ Pass.  They can find Alice Morgan’s location that way.
In the boat shed, Morgan’s CO, Commander Burns, is not thrilled to be there.  There are cellphones for meetings like this.   He should be in his office dealing with the fallout from the tragedy of Morgan being killed and not sitting in the boatshed – a “Bubba Gump’s”. 
Sam asks about the software.  According to Burns, it tracks everything from emails between intelligence offices to weapons and ordnance use and supplies.  Morgan was doing data analytics for the team but a month ago, he started visiting weapon manufacturers to make sure their software would work the with military’s new software.  Burns really didn’t have much of an opinion of Morgan except he was a good kid.  With hundreds of men under his command, he really didn’t know much about him.  He remembers Alice Morgan was quiet and unfriendly.  Burns is done with Callen and Sam.  He’ll answer any other questions by phone – he has work to do.  Callen and Sam want to check into Morgan’s travel vouchers to see where he went and who he saw.
In Ops, Shyla was able to get into the locked laptop but most accounts were logged out.  She was able to get into Alice Morgan’s text messages – the laptop and Alice’s phones were synced up.  There was a confirmation code for a company called Home Connection – discrete vacation rentals.  Shyla finds Alice Morgan booked a home on Larchmont an hour after she was seen leaving her home the night before.
In Larchmont, Rountree is really impressed with the area.  Good investments homes, water views – Rountree is talking about investments when Deeks says “Alice Morgan” who he sees leaving the rental house.  Rountree says “Alice Morgan” which has the same effect of yelling “federal agents” since Alice starts to run.  After she throws a branch cutter at Deeks, Rountree gets her to stop as she’s climbing a fence.  She is armed but surrenders. 
In interrogation, Deeks is on the right side of the table while Rountree is in the corner.  Deeks is rattling on about the “Chose Your Adventures” books when Rountree says they have witnesses who saw her flee the scene of a murder.  Rountree and Deeks can sit with Alice in interrogation all day or they can help her.  Alice wonders where they were six months ago when she asked for help.  Deeks wants to know what happened six months ago.  Alice says she talked and talked and talked and nobody wanted to help.  She moves in her chair, making sure her jacket and long sleeves cover her arms.  An obviously bothered Deeks wants to take a break.  He’s getting everyone coffee.
Callen and Sam return to the office.  Cheryl, Raymond’s latest caretaker who is very into birds according to Callen, quit when Raymond started talking about war pigeons.  Mentioning that Raymond’s previous caretaker quit when he wouldn’t ride in her Mazda – Raymond likes American-made cars – Callen thinks Sam is avoiding the real issue.  Sam loves this conversation because Callen is all about avoiding issues…like his wedding date.  Sam is sure Anna will understand whatever is holding Callen back.  The Admiral walks by – everyone to Ops.
Shyla tells an arriving Callen and Sam that Alice Morgan isn’t talking.  Commander Burns sent over Morgan’s travel vouchers.  Comparing the travel vouchers to Morgan’s EZ-Pass charges, “something is rotten in Denmark” according to Shyla.  Morgan visited a number of companies that made high-grade military explosives.  After every meeting, he would go someplace 20-miles past his home.  Using Kaleidoscope, Morgan is seen driving into a storage facility in El Monte two-days before he was killed.  Sam gets a call from the caretaker agency.  He’s taking it outside of Ops.
Deeks returns alone to interrogation with a cup of coffee for Alice.  He explains it is June 30, 1990 and his mother takes him to a Cardinals-Dodgers game.  He remembers that day.  Alice doesn’t care about sports.  Deeks doesn’t either but he will always remember that day.  It was so hot.  Ice cream cones were melts as they were being passed down the row.  Alice doesn’t want to talk about the weather either.  Deeks does.  Because all he really remembers from that day – his mother wearing jeans and a long-sleeve turtleneck.  Not that it really mattered – she couldn’t cover the bruises on her face.  She wore clothes like that for the entire summer. 
Alice asks if “he” spared Deeks.  Deeks says no but kids are supposed to have bruises.  He would tell the teachers he was fighting in the playground.  “What do you tell people?”  Alice said she had nobody to tell.  Her husband made her push everyone away.  Deeks asks how long has the abuse been going on.  Physically, Alice tells him, three-years.  “Mentally, who knows.”  She doesn’t have access to their bank account.  Morgan controlled every part of her life.
Deeks asks if a few months ago, she told the Navy.  There was a  military hotline and she called.  She didn’t hear back.  She filed a report with the family advocacy center who told her they’d look into it.  Deeks has to asks and understands if she did – did Alice kill her husband?  She didn’t – she found him dead when she arrived home.  What surprised Alice was even after everything he did, she tried to save him.  It doesn’t surprise Deeks. 
Deeks asks why did she run.  Alice explains that her husband was a valuable asset to the military, “I’m not.”  She was afraid her reports would be used as motive.  She asks for a few minutes and Deeks agrees.  As he’s leaving, she mentions that her husband would smell like motor oil after he returns from his business trips.  
At home, Bertie is telling Rosa about skinny dipping at a Ramada Inn off the Strip in Vegas.  Kensi isn’t thrilled.  Rosa is really entertained.  She would like to see Adele in Las Vegas, a friend has a condo and the family would let her use it.  The friend, Tay, is from her calculus class and Bertie is down on calculus.  With a disastrous marriage, three dead-end jobs and a brush with a pyramid scheme, she never used the Pythagorean theorem.  That’s really geometry, Kensi notes but Rosa is in love.  Bertie is the coolest.  Since Rosa needs to soccer cleats, she asks Kensi to take her and Tay to the mall.  Bertie moves on to a story about taking a sound bath behind a DQ in Marfa.
At a storage unit facility, Callen, now teamed up with Shyla, is brought to Jeff Morgan’s storage unit by the manager.  The place was cleaned out but still smells like almonds and motor oil – explosives manufacturers put the scent into their product on purpose.  Callen finds a small piece of C-4.  Shyla doesn’t think Morgan was killed for the software, he was killed after using his access to these explosive manufacturers to procure some product.  Callen worries about where the explosives are now.
The woman managing the storage unit place wants all the inside scoop if there is a dead body – she has a true crime podcast.  Three men were removing boxes from the back of the storage facility when the woman started her shift.  She doesn’t have access to the video surveillance, however, only her boss can do that.  Shyla wants the woman to call her boss – they need the footage now.  Shyla is also going to contact Commander Burns to figure out what is missing.
In Ops, Kilbride confirms that Alice Morgan contacted the military abuse hotlines to Deeks and Rountree in the boat shed.  The people running the hotlines say they take all abuse complaints seriously but there wasn’t enough information to move it to NCIS.  The Pentagon invested $1-billion to remedy this situation after past failures.  Deeks wonders how much of that money could have been saved if this was a priority from the start.  The Admiral is not pleased with Deeks’s statement.  He says since Alice didn’t kill her husband, figure out if she knows who did and disconnects.
Looking at Deeks, Rountree asks how much of the story he told Alice was true.  “Every word of it,” is Deeks’s reply.
Bertie finished doing laundry though Kensi out of the dryer sheets.  Asking for Rosa, Kensi explains that she’s negotiating between Tay and a friend over a disagreement.  She also tells Bertie that she doesn’t have to do laundry.  Bertie missed doing the laundry.  Kensi tries telling her mother-in-law that she and Deeks missed her but Bertie knows better. 
Bertie also knows Kensi is feeling a bit overwhelmed by parenthood.  Kensi notes that she’s not “technically” Rosa’s parent.  Bertie asks Kensi if she loves Rosa and wants to keep her safe.  Kensi does on both.  Bertie follows up - does Kensi fear she isn’t doing enough even though she’s exhausted from doing too much.  “Every single morning.”  Bertie doesn’t care about “technically” – Kensi is Rosa’s parent.  Kensi spent her entire NCIS career being one step ahead of everyone else.  She thought she could do that with being a parent.  She couldn’t.
Bertie offers some words of wisdom from her mother about being a parent – it’s like being pecked to death by a chicken.  That’s not helpful. 
Shyla has news for “Shark Tank” – Rountree.  She’s sending video of the three men who took the explosives from the storage unit but the footage is awful.  Rountree goes into interrogation to see if Alice knows any of the men.  Alice recognizes one of the men – she met him at a wine festival.  She remembers the date – it was her birthday.  She thought he was doing something nice for her birthday.  Obviously not.  As Rountree goes to tell Shyla, Alice asks Deeks what happened to his father.  Deeks tells her he shot him and two weeks later, he was in jail.
Callen and Shyla return to the office.  She gets a call as she returns to Ops, Callen goes to see Sam in the bullpen.  They are on a video call with Commander Burns.  He assures Callen and Sam that he’s been working with ATF.  15 to 25 pounds of C-4 is missing with a lot of blasting caps and detonation cord. Callen asks abuse complaints about Morgan.  Burns did not have enough evidence to move forward.  Before Callen and Sam could press him, Shyla needs them in Ops.  They quickly end the call but promise to call back.
In Ops, Shyla found Morgan had several bank account Alice Morgan knew nothing about.  Several of them received $9,000 deposits in the prior week – a transaction amount just under the amount of money a bank would have to report to Feds.  Met World Holdings sent the money.  It is owned by an Ivan Parson, who looks like one of the man in grainy video.  Met World Holdings is an import/export business – they move fine foods and fine wines.  Parson is connected to extremist groups in Ireland, Germany and Indonesia. 
The Admiral is looking for a sitrep.  Met World Holdings has an unoccupied space in Hollywood.  Deeks is getting Alice to a safe house so Callen, Sam and a seven-minutes out Rountree are at the unoccupied space.  The Admiral reminds everyone that the job is to get back the explosives without blowing up a city block.  The only way LA is going down in flames is if the Admiral has the match.
Callen and Sam move near the building.  They can see some shelves of items and a man but he’s not Parsons.  Going through the back door, Callen and Sam see Parsons.  Sam throws a wine bottle to get one of the men’s attention.  Sam quickly takes him out but makes enough noise to get Parsons and a minion to run.  Callen tackles the friend but Parsons gets to his vehicle.  An arriving Rountree stops him but Parsons throws his bag of explosives in the air and shoots them.  That sends Rountree flying but Sam takes down Parsons with ease.
As Parsons is being taken away, Callen tells Sam and Rountree that Morgan wanted to back out of the deal but Parsons already paid for the explosives.  Morgan was either scared or greedy.  He also wasn’t as tough as he thought he was.
Deeks joins Bertie on the back porch.  They share a couple of beers as Bertie asks if he got all the cats out of the trees.  Deeks said he did his best.  Deeks wants to talk about “Dad”.  Bertie isn’t interested in her past.  Deeks doesn’t think that’s fair – it is their past.  He only wants to know how she made it through.  “Vicodin and Sally Jessy Raphael,” is her answer.  She doesn’t know. 
Bertie explains that Deeks’s father took everything from the two of them, including the person Bertie used to be. But when he was gone, with Deeks’s help, she got that person back.  She’s made a lot of mistakes since that in her life but it is her life.  Deeks approves. 
Kensi and Rosa join Deeks and Bertie on the patio.  They’re just back from the mall.  Rosa would like to visit San Francisco and Deeks is all in on that.  Bertie invites herself – she knows a thruple up in Barstow that can rent then an RV.  Deeks is horrified by his mother being in a thruple.  Bertie assure him she’s not a part of the thruple, she just knows one. 
Anna returns home.  She thought they were going to dinner but Callen has a candles and some wine.  He also got bagels.  He loves Anna and he’d marry her tomorrow.  When they get married, he wants to be surrounded by everyone that means everything to them.  Arkady and Hetty are part of the package.  Anna isn’t happy but Callen explains Hetty has been in his life from the beginning.  He can’t get married without her.  She has more of the story and he needs her to tell it.  If he doesn’t do this, Hetty will always be the other person in the room.  He doesn’t need a lot more time but Anna is giving him all the time he needs.  She only asks the he tell the truth, even with it is hard, especially when it is hard.  He promises he will.
What head canon can be formed from here:   While the case of the week wasn’t much, that felt intentional.  The guys who stole the explosives were plot points.  They weren’t the typical bad guy – they were a bunch of dudes.  The hour instead was about family relationships.  It started with the Kolcheck-Callen and  Blye-Deeks households, moved to Rountree talking about his sister, Sam with his father and then the case of the week.
This was a terrific Deeks episode.  Light and goofy dad/husband at home, sad and serious with Alice and later with the Admiral, Rountree and Bertie.  There should be a bonus for the person who decided Pamela Reed would work as Deeks’s mom.  Just as light and goofy she could be in most of the episode, she was sad and serious near the end.  That scene with them alone wasn’t just family, it was two survivors who built themselves the lives they enjoy.
For a program and an NCISVerse that is mostly pro-military, there was a real sense of disgust by Deeks and disappoint/disgust late in the episode by the Admiral over the handling of Alice’s abuse case. 
Loved the explosion that sent Rountree flying – that’s the show I know and love.
Episode number:  Episode 307 overall, the fifth episode of season 14.
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