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ejzah · 6 months

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 23

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Kensi woke up surrounded by warmth, bright sunlight seeping through her closed eyelids. She turned her head to the side, pressing back into the warm body behind her.

“Morning,” Deeks mumbled against her neck, his arm around her waist tucking her more securely against him.

She twisted her head just enough to see his face. His eyes were still closed, hair the most unruly she’d ever seen it, a slight smile playing at his lips.

“Hey,” she whispered, brushing a few curls out of his eyes. His upper lip lifted in a half-smirk, and he shifted against her, reminding Kensi that neither of them had bothered to put any clothes on before falling asleep. Remnants of last night drifted back to her with the feeling of Deeks’ skin on hers, and, absurdly, she felt her skin flush at the thought.

“So, last night was…”

“Fun.” Deeks filled in for her.

“Yeah, it was,” she agreed.

“The kind of fun I haven’t had in a long time,” he continued.

She couldn’t quite get a read on his voice, so she shuffled around in his arms, until they faced each other. He didn’t look like he was suffering from overwhelming guilt, but this had been a giant step, one that he might feel differently about in the light of day.

“And here I thought you’d been having wild, passionate nights with all the St. Bridget’s staff,” she teased. She cupped his cheek, caressing the top of his cheekbone with her thumb. “You don’t regret it, do you?” She glanced down between them, as though he might have any doubts about what she was referring to.

“Absolutely not.” His response was so fast and fervent, Kensi couldn’t help grinning. He slid his hand from her waist to her hips, squeezing lightly. “I didn’t regret anything that happened in the last 22 hours. What about you? I might be a little out of practice at certain…things.”

“Not from my perspective,” Kensi disagreed. “You seem plenty skilled to me.” She slid her thumb to the left, brushing it over his bottom lip. “Especially with these.”

His mouth widened in a delighted grin, even as his cheeks tinged a dull red. “Good to know.”

“But even if hadn’t been the best sex I’ve ever had, last night still would have been wonderful.” Kensi paused a beat, not out of hesitation, but for emphasis. “Because I love you.”

Deeks’ expression softened into something more tender, and he tugged her closer. “I love you too,” he said, covering her mouth with his.

They settled into the kiss, Deeks slotting his leg between her, her hand tunneling up into his hair. Kensi groaned softly, parting her lips for him. He trailed his hand up her side, leaving a path of fiery sensation that had Kensi pressing against him more urgently.

Deeks pulled back several moments later with a breathy laugh; his chest rose and fell unevenly against hers as he dragged in deep breaths. She could have easily continued on for another round, but she was just as content to lie her with him, cuddling and making out.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, and she shrugged one shoulder.

“Depends on what you’re offering. Your gourmet dinner last night, and all the other homemade food, has ruined me for plain old pop tarts and cheerios.”

“Anything your heart desires.” He inclined his head. “As long as it’s some kind of eggs, pancakes, or French toast.”

“Mm, French toast sounds delicious,” Kensi mused, suddenly starving at the mention of food.

“Ok, let me grab some shorts and I’ll get started on it,” Deeks said. He patted her thigh affectionately, before gently shifting it off his own leg. “There’s some shirts in the bottom drawer of that dresser,” He pointed across the room. “but I’m not sure any of my pants will fit you.” He grimaced apologetically.

“Actually, I have a bag in my car,” Kensi confessed, pressing her lips together as she gave Deeks a sly side eye.

Deeks returned it with a playful smirk. “How presumptuous of you, Miss Blye. I approve.” Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he slid towards the edge of the bed, and stood, giving Kensi a nice view as he walked towards the dresser, and bent slightly to grab shorts.

“Kens?”

Her head snapped up at the sound of her name, and she found Deeks watching her with an amused grin. “I’ll grab your bag for you,” he offered, tugging on the shorts, and a shirt (which Kensi personally thought was a pity). “As much as I might enjoy it, the neighbors are pretty strict about decency laws.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Kensi called after him as he sauntered out of the room. He came back a couple minutes later with her bag and a glass of water, leaving her to wash up and change.

Kensi wasn’t certain she would sleep with Deeks last night, but when she’d gotten ready for their date, she’d figured it was best to be prepared. She was infinitely glad for it now as she quickly showered, using the eucalyptus shower gel Deeks had in his shower.

When she came down roughly 15 minutes later, she found Deeks in full cook mode. She leaned in the doorway, studying him for a moment; his hair was wet and he’d misplaced his shirt, making her think that he’d showered too.

“You know, you’re spoiling me,” she told him, crossing the rook to wrap her arms around his waist. His own hands were busy dipping slices of bread into a shallow pan of egg mixture, so he settled on a kiss, arching the bridge of her nose.

“I don’t mind. I like cooking for people,” he said. “Especially you.” He winked again, shimmying his shoulders against her.

There was a playfulness to him now that she hadn’t seen before. It had always been there, but now it felt freer, less apologetic, or like he felt he needed to hold himself back for her. She liked it.

“Well, is there anything I can do? Keeping in mind what you know about my cooking skills.”

“You want to flip the bread?” he asked, placing two slightly dripping pieces on a piping hot griddle. “Normally Caleb does it, so you know it’s a highly prestigious position.”

“Oh, then maybe I should just stick to cutting up strawberries or something,” Kensi said with mock worry. “Those seem like pretty high expectations to meet.”

“Nah, Caleb usually burns at least one piece, which is an improvement, and once melted an entire spatula. It’s still the best French toast, ever every time.”

Kensi smiled, easily imagining Caleb balancing on a stool with a pair of oven mitts, wielding a spatula with scorched pieces of toast.

Rooting around until she found a suitable utensil, she took up position at the griddle, working side-by-side with Deeks. It felt pleasantly domestic, and they had a dozen pieces made up in no time.

While she brought over the towering plate of French toast, Deeks grabbed butter, syrup, and a few other toppings. He watched her pour a ridiculous amount of syrup over her serving, but didn’t comment, letting her eat her overly sweet breakfast in peace.

“So, when Caleb and your mom be back?” she asked as she made her way through a second piece, albeit more slowly.

“They usually head back after dinner,” Deeks said. “If it’s much later than that, Caleb’s way too keyed up to sleep.”

Kensi leaned her cheek on her folded hands, smiling at the affection in his voice. “I bet you miss him.”

“I do. Though, I’ll admit he wasn’t on my mind as much as usual the last 12 or so hours. Something kept me occupied.” He slanted Kensi a wicked grin, dragging his eyes from the V of her shirt, slowly up to her lips.

Kensi squirmed, pressing her thighs together, instantly turned on by his lowered voice, the gleam in his eyes. It was ridiculous, like he’d flipped some kind of switch in her.

“So, that means we still have a good 6-7 hours to ourselves,” she concluded.

“Yeah. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I have a few ideas,” Kensi said, dropping her hand under the table to cover his thigh. She explored the inseam of his boxers lightly, appreciating Deeks’ sharp inhale.

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A/N: I hope this update is worth the rather long wait. Thanks for sticking with me as I continue this story.

As I’ve mentioned several times on other posts, the notification issues on ff.net have not been resolved. So, if you are subscribed to my profile or a specific story and aren’t getting email updates, I’d suggest going directly to my ff profile and looking for that specific story. It might take a couple of tries for the link to work (🙄).

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #teacher Kensi #lawyer Deeks #self indulgent author #In Miss Blye’s Class #part 23 #au #fluff #romance #ejzah fanfiction

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chazuramen · 9 months

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hi sims 2 community, i bring you spooky cousins and gay people

#i dont care if this flops im happy i made these #2 of these were inspired by a fic i read but still too vague for me to tag the author lol #the sims 2 #sims 2 premades #ts2 #strangetown #ophelia nigmos #nervous subject #pascal curious #olive specter #tycho curious #czrmArt #god this is so niche and self indulgent #these guys scared the hell out of me when i was a kid #my art

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riacte · 1 month

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self indulgent idea but i think it would be fun if ao3 allowed authors to pin one (1) of their works so it shows up in front of everything else no matter when it was posted/updated. as a treat.

#i feel like a lot of fanfic authors have like their ‘signature fic’ for a fandom #also idk its fun! pinning it like hii welcome to my account here is my Favourite Fic #‘self indulgent’ i say while i have no idea what i would pin #ao3 #ria.txt

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jester089 · 6 months

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The more the merrier

I was gonna sleep but my brain wouldn't let me until I wrote about that concept I brought up in past writing. The one where it glitches and their is more then one of a character. I'm gonna say that they kind of have a hivemind too. Cause I want to. If you want where this was originally brought up look for "A well deserved a#$ kicking (Part 2)" as that's where I first though of it. As this is entirely delf indulgent it's only gonna have my favs in my fav situations. But if yall like it enough ie I get a request I can do more characters. Or just go into more detail.

TADC crew x Reader

Gangle (Receiving)

She can be a lot to handle on her own as she has a lot of very overwhelming emotions. Now their's two of her. Good luck! That means double the problems and double the masks to fix. But it's worth. At first for good reason walking in on two Gangle's was surprising. First place your mind went to is it's a adventure or something from Caine. So you took the two Gangle's to see him only for him to be surprised when seeing them. He explained how this wasn't his doing then tried in vain to get rid of one. Welp now you have two emotional girlfriends. Lucky mf. Before when their was just one Gangle she had the tendency to wrap around you during cuddles or just when she wanted to be close to you, but now their's two of them so when that happens you get half mummified until they decide they've had enough. 10/10, your so incredibly lucky you get that. I would fight/kill so many people to get what you have.

Gangle (Giving)

Gangle was relaxing in her room enjoying having a day without a ton of weirdness in it when she heard some incredibly rapid knocking and doorbell ringing. She gets up and opens the door only to come face to face with two of you! The cinnamon roll could barely handle one of you teasing her and being affectionate with her. And now their's two. She might just pass away right then and there. Well at least she doesn't have to worry about Jax anymore. You would rock his s^#$ when their was just one of you, now their's two. If he knows what's good for him he'll stop messing with you and Gangle. And when you stand on either side of her like body guards she can and will get incredibly flustered. Before when you would help out Gangle and the others with things you would be good but clearly overwhelmed. But now you get things done incredibly quickly. Gangle's mask repair time was shortened from a day or so to less then an hour. 10/10. She's overwhelmed and overstimulated, but happy.

Ragatha (Receiving)

Ragatha was an amazing S/O at the worst of times able to handle so much on her own. Now double that. Way I see this going is she has one of her with you at all times making sure you're ok while the other helps out the others. Only time you have to be alone now is if something big goes wrong and more then one Ragatha is needed to fix it properly. Ragatha's hugs before were tight, tight enough for you to need a second to recover after each one just from the sheer force and love put into each one. Now you have to deal with that doubled, whether that mean double the amount or a Ragatha on either side of you squeezing your life essence out. 10/10, while she's around you don't have to deal with anything and you get two overwhelmingly loving partners.

Ragatha (Giving)

Ragatha got back to her room after a long and tiring day. She walks in to see you laying on her bed in a jokingly seductive way. She smiles and rolls her eyes then moves towards you. Once in bed with you she feels someone gently hug her from behind and freaks the f&#$ out. She full on socked second you in the face hard enough to leave a dent and knock you out of bed. You quickly get up to help yourself and make sure you ok while Ragatha stares at you two in disbelief. She ask what's going on and you explain how you woke up with a clone and how you went to see Caine only for him to not know what to do. You apologize for scaring her you just couldn't resist. You two sit down on the bed on either side of her causing her to blush and not know who to look at while you two talk in sync. Once she is more accustomed to all this and realizes that it's you, just times two. She will really really enjoy double cuddles from you two. And will definitely enjoy the feeling of being picked up and held on you two's shoulders. 10/10, flustered but happy.

Jax (Receiving)

Get ready for a whole lot of teasing. He teased you a lot before, now their's two. Good luck! He, of course first used it as a prank. He would be relaxing in your room with you then ask you to grab something from his room. When you get there he's laying on the bed in a teasingly seductive way and greets you. You, confused go back to your room only to find him in the exact same pose on your bed too. So either he knows a really fast and secretive shortcut or he learned how to teleport. You stand in your rooms door staring at him stunned when you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Jax. You have to like quintuple take and look between the two so many times before freezing. Overall it would be the more of the same. But do be warned if you show one of him more attention/affection the other can and will get jealous. 8.5/10, way to overwhelming and hard to deal with.

Jax (giving)

You just like Jax, youused it as a prank. Yours was a little more mean though cause he deserved it from all his teasing. Jax was walking around looking for you cause he had something to show you. He caught a glimpse of you walking towards the rooms and follows behind. He sees you go into your room and is about to follow before he sees you walk out of his room. You wave at him then keep walking while he's stunned. He turns around and is about to follow you to show the thing before you walk out of your room. Ok he's confused. He walks up to you and asks about it. But you play dumb to it. You keep that shtick up for a few days only stopping when he started to genuinely believe he was looking his mind. Their being two of you will make it much harder for Jax to do anything mean or teasing as if he does you can easily return it ten fold. 9/10. Having two of you is the only real way to handle one Jax.

Pomni (Receiving)

Oh gosh. She had the tendency to spiral when their was just one of her. Now their's two so she spirals and breaks down 2x more and 2x faster. You're going to have your hands full, if you want this to not end badly you better hope your a god at comforting her. Before she easily got overwhelmed by your affection and attention but is ever so slightly better at handling it now that their's two of her. I can 100% see you walking around a Pomni on each shoulder which she both loves and hates, loves cause she gets to be close to you and feel special, hate because it feels so public and she feels like she sticks out when you do that. Before she could kind of handle being alone for a while. Now, not so much. So I hope you're ready to spend an unhealthy amount of time with her just to keep her alive. 5/10, she's lovely but she's got a lot of problems. And when their's two of her those problems multiply by a lot.

Pomni (Giving)

Now this will end well. Having two incredibly supportive and loving people who know when you need attention could help just about anyone. When you first found out you did your best to ease her into it. You knocked on her door only one of you there and told her that you had something to show her. Something that could cause a panic attack. She was worried but with your encouragement and knowing that'll you be there with her helped. So she followed you to your room. You opened the door for her and gestured inside. She looked inside to see another you sitting on your bed looking awkward. Once the initial shock has worn off she'll actually really enjoy it. She likes laying on one of you as a mattress while the other gives her attention. 10/10, helps her with her problems and she's surprisingly good at handling both of your attention at once.

(I really REALLY enjoyed writing this. I don't expect others to enjoy this as much as it's definitely more in my tastes but still. I hope you enjoyed it. And the things I would do to be in that situation, sadly best I can do is write about it.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #gangle x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd #incredibly self indulgent #not well written as I wrote it for fun

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kyouka-supremacy · 4 months

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Okay about Beast sskk; because I realized I've got a very definite picture of what the Beast post-canon is like that is only in my mind and I never actually put down, so here we go. Very needed content warning of sickeningly fluff and Beast sskk being disgustingly in love with each other, I suppose.

After Dazai killed himself, Atsushi is reasonably tormented, and can't sleep at night. Roaming across Yokohama late at night, he always ends up at Akutagawa's– instinctively, unconsciously, to an extent even unwillingly. He doesn't choose to, it's more about countless nights unable to sleep spent wandering with no destination and still always finding himself in front of Akutagawa's place for some reason. Akutagawa somehow always knowing when it's going to happen so that he can face him before Atsushi has time to hesitate and run away. How they don't really need words or explanations most of the time, how for Atsushi knowing that there's another person who understands is enough, and everything he needs. How before Atsushi realizes it (and thus keeping him from trying and prevent it), Akutagawa's house has become the only place where he can fall asleep.

That's how they start living together before even being together. They might not even have an actual “getting together” moment, you know? The development of their relationship is so natural and spontaneous, it was meant to end that way from the beginning. Besides, Beast sskk don't really need words between them, so... I suppose an actual confession, albeit nice, would be almost superfluous.

Soon enough they move together to a small apartment near the ada (I'm assuming Atsushi has still enough money saved from his old job). Against popular belief, with time it kind of crystallized in me the idea that Atsushi wouldn't join the ada? His life to that point has constantly been doused by violence and pain and death, he deserves a long break to cope with all the trauma; throwing him right back to another environment where he's constantly pushed to fight and use his ability would not do any good to his mental health; especially when he's got such a conflictual and hating relationship with Byakko, even worse than it is in canon. I wasn't kidding about the house husband thing. Beast Atsushi stays home and chills down and is safe and away from all major sources of stress and triggering environments. Slowly, with time, he goes out more often, gradually relearns what normality is supposed to be like, and bit by bit all his traumatic experiences get more distant, and the nightmares more rare. Akutagawa follows up with his ada job– obviously! There's a whole deal in the end about how important it is for him to keep doing his job and trying to be good. I do believe the ada is the right place for Akutagawa. He returns home to Atsushi who always welcomes him with warmth and joy, and they cuddle a lot.

But I also believe that there would be times when Atsushi is required to go back to action and fight– he's not a member of the ada and he doesn't work for them, but it's obvious that when the ada is in danger and Yokohama is facing serious threats, the guild and the rats and ultimately the doa, the times will call for his intervention. He usually comes to help or rescue Akutagawa, a trump card of sorts. And it's endearing, how Akutagawa is always the one, even among the ada, most contrary on getting Atsushi involved, how he wants to protect him and keep him away, how more than anything he wants him to be safe. As for Atsushi, I really like the concept of this man who retired from action, that spends most of his time at home or chatting with the seniors in the neighborhood, who joins the fight only when the situation is most desperate and reveals himself to be the most powerful and destructive beast to have ever walked on earth. He reluctantly fights, and together with Akutagawa they end up saving the day for everyone, because as Dazai himself said nothing can stop the both of them together.

On the other hand, when the world isn't ending Atsushi solves that very specific role of crime drama protagonist's husband who's very supportive of their partner and listens to them ramble at home about their cases. He often offers useful insights on how criminal organizations work.

Atsushi didn't replace his collar after it broke. They're barely visible under his turtleneck, but he has now wrapped bandages in its place: to hide his scars, to keep the memory of Dazai with him everywhere he goes, to remember what he's lost but also what he's gained.

Ah, and when it comes to the fight against Fukuchi, Atsushi is the one to die for Akutagawa, of course.

Headcanons that directly contradict something stated above but that I still like:

Sskk get together after six months– it's got an ironic taste to it, the timestamp their canon counterparts set to kill each other now being the time they declared their love to each other. It's so soon, but also is it really? They immediately clicked the moment they met each other, and they were always destined to be. At that point, there's no one in the world they need more than they need each other.

In case of Atsushi still wearing the collar for some time after the canon events: sskk had their first kiss when Atsushi took the collar off for the first time. Ever since Dazai died, Atsushi is haunted and unstable; he's throughout scared of taking off the collar, terrified by the idea of hurting someone unintentionally, now that Dazai can't be there to controll him (both through his ability and by the general power he used to have over Atsushi's psyche). Akutagawa sees how much Atsushi is physically hurting, and insists on him taking the collar off; they fight over it for months (verbally, for the most part, except for a couple of times when the fights become physical– but without abilities), before Akutagawa finally manages to convince Atsushi to take it off for a few hours. When they're alone, because after months of being persuaded, Atsushi can trust Akutagawa to be able to defend himself; and also something about “you would never hurt me”. Thing is, when Atsushi finally takes it off, he quickly spirals into a HUGE panic attack, not able to trust himself not to harm the people he cares about; and the only person around is Akutagawa, and he cares about him deeply. The tiger is taking over, and Akutagawa is panicking, and he's desperately looking for a way to quickly ground Atsushi so he just. Kisses him. Which effectively works in the way it immediately distracts Atsushi, as well as causes him to zone out for several minutes. Akutagawa immediately apologizes, and then panics again when Atsushi doesn't answer for a while. It's kinda cute. After that, Atsushi gradually learns to take his collar off more and more often; this time, he can really trust that, if Akutagawa is with him, everything is going to be okay.

#This might as well be the sappiest thing I've ever put down but like. idk did I make it go through that Beast sskk are meant to be #atsushi nakajima #ryūnosuke akutagawa #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd beast #mine #15/08/23 #This is ridiculous I never realized how soft I made them until I actually wrote it down.#It's so silly when I'm also the first one ready to make canon sskk suffer #What can I say. They've suffered enough.#“The bandages are barely visible under his turtleneck” I mean that's for when he wears his turtleneck–#and not Akutagawa's striped shirt as he does at home. Which is an awful amount of times but nobody needs to know that.#I'd say this is self-indulgent but it's not like I'm doing it on purpose this is seriously what Beast sskk is like in my mind.#Nothing much I can do about it. That's the realistic Beast outcome for me.#If the author wants to prove me wrong by dropping Beast 2 they're more than welcome but untill then *this* is my canon #kbcu (Kyotag Beast Cinematic Universe)

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wwsans · 1 year

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partners

#project hadea #nash #operative c17a #fanart #maybe i'll self-indulge as a lil treat 👉👈#also AUTHOR: i remember reading your stance on fanfics so if you'd prefer i stop posting ship art/ooc nash art please lmk!#IF

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wheretheharekissesthefox · 3 months

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Open up your loving arms - Chapter 2: Ridding stagnation

Astarion asks Gale about cleaning out the unused spaces of their tower house to give Tav and Shadowheart some personal space. The wizard agrees and the vampire spawn sets to work. Shenanigans occur and plans are made.

(Trigger warning (18+): character study, the feels, author's self-indulgent domestic fluff, graphic description of sex, smut, anilingus, anal sex, body worship, coitus a tergo, dirty talking (sort of), fingering, gentle sex, hand job, missionary, smidge of praise kink, vaginal sex)

Notes:

This is self-indulgent domestic fluff. I want this little bunch of weirdos to be happy. They deserve it. This fic mostly drives my post-canon headcanon forwards regarding character study/development.

Two other fics (The sight of spring & Of demons and monsters) are mentioned.

To avoid confusion: In one of my other fanfics, Halsin and Tav had named the owlbear cup Naïlo, which means 'night breeze' in the Elven language.)

My OC Monty first appeared in Gale's origin fanfic.

Also, long story short; Tav’s married to Astarion, Gale and Shadowheart. Astarion and Gale are married. Halsin’s Tav’s and Shadowheart’s additional lover. They’re in a closed polyamorous relationship, except for Halsin who apparently sleeps his way through all of Faerûn.

"Darling, why is that insufferable, utterly annoying man in our living room again?" asked Astarion when he'd caught Tav in the kitchen as she was brewing more tea.

"Because we're colleagues," the bard replied. "And he helps me."

The vampire spawn made a face.

"How can someone who's much less talented than you be of help?"

His wife shot him an amused look.

"First of all, thank you for the compliment, love. Secondly, I might be more talented than Volo, but he's the one who's famous and is in contact with publishers and printing companies."

"Oh, you sly dog," Astarion grinned and Tav snickered. "I just fell a little harder for you."

He kissed her passionately, turned on by her competence and cunning.

"Now, let me entertain our guest a bit more," she whispered teasingly, and with one last kiss, she vanished into the living room where Volo kept bragging about his newest work about owlbears.

Astarion didn't listen very long, too annoyed about all the incorrect statements. Tav, on the other hand, was far too kind-hearted, as always, and tried to gently correct and educate the insufferable artist. Meanwhile, Astarion went back to decluttering the upper floors.

Tav moaned blissfully as she made love with Gale. The wizard leisurely rolled his hips into her while kissing her and holding her hand. The bard had her legs wrapped around his waist and now, she placed a foot under her husband's buttcheek to push him closer. Gale panted against her shoulder, thrusting harder to comply to her wishes, and snaked a hand between them to get her off.

"Mmh, yes!" mewled Tav, arching up into him.

Gale spilled into her with a low moan, his fingers continued to rub circles over her clitoris. The bard whined and came with a sob. Panting, they kissed lazily and the bard stroke the wizard's chest-length hair.

"You're so beautiful," she told him sincerely. "I love you."

"I love you too," smiled Gale, still floating in post-orgasmic bliss. He rested on top of her, knowing that Tav didn't mind it and didn't get squished under his weight. Her strength and width were rather impressive.

Gale knew that Astarion liked being manhandled and held up by her, and he wondered if he'd like it too. Most probably, the wizard concluded. He liked everything his wife did. He adored her, nay, worshipped her.

Gale lifted his head to look at Tav and ran his hand through her very short hair. At least, she didn't sport the ugliest haircut in all of Faerûn anymore since Shadowheart helped her cut it evenly. But even before, when they'd met after the nautiloid crash, the bard had been beautiful. – Well, at least in his eyes. It was no secret that Tav had a type of unconventional beauty that wasn't desired by the masses, but she wasn't meant to be adored by the masses anyway.

Smiling, Gale leaned down to kiss her broad, freckled shoulder and she hummed approvingly. They finally moved apart and the wizard lay down on his stomach with his head on his arms to let the bard work her other kind of magic. Tav was a rather talented masseuse. Gale groaned in appreciation when his wife started to work on an especially stubborn knot on his shoulder. Her hands were always so clever, no matter if with instruments, pickpocketing, or otherwise.

"You're way too tense, love," she told him. "You work too much."

Gale hummed non-committally.

"I know you love teaching, but you tend to spread yourself too thin. We admire that you can achieve anything when you put your mind to it, but your weakness is to be too ambitious. You don't have to prove that you're worthy all the time, we know you are."

Tav moved further down, rubbing circles into the skin on both sides of Gale's spine. The latter hissed at the pain.

"You're so stressed that you've stopped eating again, and don't deny it, love, I'm not dense."

The wizard grunted, but kept silent otherwise.

"You're working on too many projects at once," Tav continued. "You have a full-time job at the academy, at the same time, we're finishing the book about our travels, and you're writing your own research papers on the side. You must slow down or otherwise you'll burn out."

"But there's so much I want to do," Gale defended his actions. "It feels like I'm running out of time."

At that, the bard barked a laugh.

"You're a wizard, love. I'm sure you'll find plenty of ways to prolong your lifespan. You'll definitely live longer than me."

Gale wanted to protest, but Tav scooted further down to press her thumbs into his buttcheeks, and he yelped. He turned his head to glare at his wife, but she nonchalantly shrugged, explaining: "You're terribly tense. That's what you get from sitting and standing around all day."

The wizard sighed deeply and pillowed his forehead onto his arms again. It was fruitless to argue with her. Tav moved on to his legs, relentlessly massaging his muscles.

"How's the knee?" she asked caringly.

"It's fine," answered Gale.

Back when they'd fought in the goblin camp, one of the little creatures had snuck up on him when he'd been distracted by casting a spell, and had shattered his kneecap with the iron handle of a broken axe. After the battle, Shadowheart and Halsin had done their best to heal the damage. With the help of his mother's potent salve recipe, Gale had nursed his knee further. Nonetheless, it still troubled him sometimes, especially after kneeling for a while.

"Maybe, you need a change," Tav told him now. "You talk about becoming a private tutor often enough and I think it'll do you good. That way, you'd have more free time for all your other projects."

Gale pondered about it silently.

It was true that he complained about his students on a weekly basis. Especially dear old Tara had to listen to his rants.

"Maybe, you're right," he muttered.

"Of course I'm right, I'm your wife," snickered Tav.

She took his foot into her hands and pressed her thumbs into the sole, making Gale groan. He appreciated her pampering.

At the beginning of their relationship, he'd always felt bad for being taken care of. Mystra had taught him to always serve instead of take, and for a long time, Gale had felt guilty when he'd received affection without doing anything in return. But he'd gotten better about it over the past six years. It helped that Tav loved to shower her lovers with affection and that she happily pleased them without expecting a quid pro quo.

Finally, the bard seemed to be satisfied with her work and let go of her husband's foot. She placed a gentle kiss on each of his buttcheeks.

"At least, promise me to eat regularly. You've gotten awfully skinny again and it just doesn't suit you."

"I promise," Gale answered with a sigh.

"Good," she smiled.

A shiver ran down the wizard's spine at the praise and he blushed slightly. Tav noticed it with a grin and kissed his spine.

"You're so good for me, Gale," she whispered and goosebumps spread over the addressed's skin.

Tav licked a stripe up his crack, making him gasp.

"Get on your knees for me, love."

A bit anxiously, Gale looked over his shoulder. He knew she wouldn't be mad if he'd say no. But, as it was so often the case, curiosity and academic studiousness got the better of him. Thus, the wizard brought his knees under him with his head and shoulders still on the mattress, ass in the air. Gale felt embarrassed and turned his face into the pillow. Tav spread his cheeks apart and started to eat him out enthusiastically, pushing her talented tongue into him. Gale couldn't hold back a guttural moan. The bard kissed his rim before carefully sliding two well-oiled fingers into him and stroking his prostate. Her husband mewled, eyes rolling back in his head.

"That's it love. Let loose, enjoy it. You're doing so well," praised Tav and went back to licking into him between her fingers.

Trembling, Gale wrapped a hand around himself and started to stroke. He came with a high-pitched moan, vision whitening due to the intensity, and spilling over his hand and abdomen. The wizard collapsed onto the mattress, panting elaborately. The bard placed one last kiss on his buttcheek before kissing Gale's shoulder.

"You're wonderful," she murmured, lay down next to him, and pulled him into her arms.

Gale sighed happily, placing his head on her broad shoulder, and linked their fingers together. She had surprisingly small hands for such a strong frame, but since she was shorter than him, it probably made sense.

"Did you enjoy it?" Tav wanted to know.

"Yes," muttered Gale, hiding his face in the crook of her neck, and she smiled amused.

"Good. I wasn't sure if you would. Astarion told me about your little... hm... 'discord'. But he was also the one to encourage me to try it. He said you might prefer it if I eat you out instead of him. He's still a bit scared, you see. He thinks he'll lose control again as soon as he buries his tongue in you."

Gale blushed even harder and wanted to hide somewhere. Why must his spouses always be so blunt when it came to bedroom activities? He doubted that he'd ever get used to it.

"I trust Astarion's judgement," the wizard replied then. "He's come a long way."

Tav nodded.

"He's such a sweetheart, isn't he? Even though he often hides his true self behind his mask of sass and sarcasm. But he'd opened up around us and I'm very proud of him."

"Mhm, me too," muttered Gale smiling.

Now, the bard turned a bit to look at him.

"I'm proud of you too, Gale. You also went through so much and you do well."

The addressed blushed again.

"Thank you. You can't imagine how much your words mean to me."

"I do," said his wife and attempted to kiss him.

But Gale held her back to mutter a spell first, cleaning her mouth, before leaning over. Happily, Gale sighed into the kiss and deepened it while caressing Tav's cheek. Somehow, it was so easy to be with her, she was always understanding, caring, and a ride or die. He loved her for it. Gale wrapped a hand around the bard's shoulder to pull her closer.

On Friday afternoon, Gale was visited by his childhood friend Monty who'd been (and still sometimes was) Elminster's assistant. Together, they'd gotten into loads of shenanigans in Shadowdale during the time Gale had been tutored by Elminster as a teenager.

Now, they were both in their thirties, and sitting in the cozy living room of Gale's tower house, a purring Tara on their lap, a snoring Scratch and Naïlo at their feet, a cup of tea in hand and a piece of vanilla cake balanced on their knees. They chatted about all kinds of topics, talked shop, and reminisced about the past.

"I'm relieved that everything turned out alright," said Monty with a sigh. "So many unfortunate things happened to you; Mystra, the Orb, the Mind Flayer parasite... I'm glad you found happiness and people you love. Your spouses and Shadowheart are lovely. I was so excited to finally meet them at the wedding. You've told me so much about them and I couldn't wait to meet the saviours of Baldur's Gate and all of Faerûn. You're basically famous, legendary almost."

Chuckling, Gale replied: "Now, you're exaggerating. We saved the world, sure, but most of our deeds are already forgotten. There are always new horrors waiting on the horizon one has to worry about. And to be completely honest with you, I'm relieved people don't treat us like heroes. It would be incredibly awkward."

At that, the tiefling laughed.

"You're probably right. If you'd be famous, we couldn't meet up on a random Friday, but must schedule it at least three months beforehand."

Gale joined in his laughter.

"You should visit me and Linard in Shadowdale," Monty told him now. "We built a house with an attached smithy and a laboratory. I'm trying out some new distilled fruit brandy at the moment and Linard's working on some handy daggers."

"I'll swing by," Gale promised, smiling. "Your partner made a lovely first impression at the wedding and the kitchen knives were a very thoughtful gift."

Monty chuckled.

"Linard prefers to make knives and daggers instead of swords and other weapons. That's why some people say he's a useless smith, but I disagree. Knives and tableware as well as shovels and axes are way more important on a daily basis than weapons."

Gale nodded agreeingly with a hum.

Monty stayed for dinner and he thoroughly enjoyed the passionate discussions with Gale and his family. It warmed his heart that his old friend had finally found a place where he belonged, with people who loved him and cared about him.

Around midnight, they said their goodbyes and Monty opened a portal to Shadowdale. As soon as he stepped through, the tiefling was surrounded by the sound of the nightly woods, his hometown quiet and asleep. Monty unlocked the front door of his home as quietly as possible, shutting the heavy oak wood behind him, and toeing of his boots. The smell of metal, fire, and herbal concoctions hung in the air. They complimented each other perfectly, the alchemist-wizard and the smith. The only light source was the low-burning fireplace.

"Ah, you're back."

Linard's deep, husky voice came from the rocking chair in the corner as the tall, broad, blond human stood up and made himself known. Monty smiled.

"Hello, love."

He sighed happily when his partner kissed him. The latter stroke the tiefling's cheek.

"It seems like you had a lot of fun with Gale," Linard remarked, smiling softly. "You must tell me all about it tomorrow. I'd love to hear the newest gossip regarding the saviours of Baldur's Gate and your first crush."

With a heated face, Monty snorted a laugh, grateful that his red skin prevented him from blushing.

"You're an idiot."

"You love me."

"Never said I don't."

They kissed again and things got heated quickly. They hurried upstairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind them. Linard pressed Monty up against the windowsill, kissing him breathless.

"I missed you, sweetling," said the smith. "Now, turn around and let me greet you properly. "

Grinning widely, the addressed complied, leaned forward, and put his hands up against the windowsill. Linard grabbed the oil and started to open his partner up with his thick fingers. Monty squirmed and moaned, widening his stand. He gazed out the window while Linard started to rim him and the tiefling cried out into the silent night in pleasure. When Linard finally deemed him ready and stood up, the tiefling asked teasingly: "Are you jealous for some reason?"

The human snorted a laugh.

"No."

He pressed himself closer to his partner, rubbing his erection against his buttcheeks.

"There's no need for jealousy," replied Linard, grinning, "because I know I'm the one who wakes up next to you every day, makes love to you, and knows exactly what you like."

And with the last sentence, the smith grabbed the base of Monty's tail and tucked it upwards. The tiefling moaned, eyes rolling back in his head, cock drooling precum onto the wooden floor. He arched his back more and tightened his hold on the windowsill.

"Gods, Lin, fuck me already!"

"Today's youth has no patience," tut-tutted the smith teasingly, but he finally pushed in and bottomed out.

Monty threw his head back with a cry, loving the way he was stuffed full by his partner. Linard set a fast pace, almost pulling all the way out before slamming back into the tiefling and hitting his prostate with every thrust. The smith revelled in his lover's cries of pleasure. He ran a hand down Monty's front, caressing the ridges along his sides. Finally, he wrapped his hand around the tiefling's dick and rubbed his fingers along the ridges at the base of it.

"I'm not jealous because we fucked so many times that I know your body better than anyone else."

He flicked a finger against his partner's straining erection, making him moan gutturally.

"I'm not jealous because I know you love me and you are mine."

Linard sheathed himself deep in his lover and came, filling him, while he kept stroking him. With a loud moan, Monty climax too, spilling all over himself, the hand around him, and the floor. His ass flexed, trying to milk his lover dry. Linard leaned over him and placed a tender kiss on Monty's shoulder.

"You're right," panted the latter. "I love you and I'm yours."

At that, the smith hummed pleased and kissed his neck.

"Let's clean up and go to bed, hm?"

"Yeah," said Monty and chuckled.

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“Not a soul assigned to their case at the Bureau could make sense of their existence. There wasn’t a single scientist, parapsychologist, doctor, or specialist with over a dozen PHD’s under the sun that could figure them out. Pyrokinesis in a human? They defy every law of nature, yet they exist amongst humanity regardless. How do you explain that?” “The truth is that there are a lot of unknown things out there in the world that mankind hasn't even begun to scratch the surface of. Everyone flocked to this case trying to find rational answers, but there aren’t any. Look at the files in your hands. By the eyes of science, Pyro should not exist. Don’t you know what happens to things mankind doesn’t understand? The Bureau has done sickening things to them in the name of research.” “That’s why I helped them escape, Conagher.”

Excerpt from the novel INCENDIARY; A TF2 Pyro origin story Read the latest chapter of 'Incendiary' on AO3 here! Artwork created by the incredible @narklos ♡

#tf2 #tf2 pyro #if you're reading this hello!! I'm the author of this story!#I was basically struck with an idea one day... what if I created a whole pyro origin story with deep world building and original characters #7 years later here I am :)#the pyro origin story nobody asked for but is getting anyways!#while it is on track to be a origin-type novel it is also still very much a self-indulgent fanfic #I still have a long ways to go before this fic is done but this is by far one of the most ambitious projects Ive ever done for any fandom #and I hope you all love it too <3 #also CAN I JUST SAY #NARKLOS IS A GOD #I gave him a vision and he just blew my fucking mind away with the final product that I'm still in awe about this #Narklos if you're reading this ILY and I can't wait to work with you again <3 #also I should mention that the excerpt IS in the story but in a future chapter that isn’t out yet #but it was fitting for this post :)

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So much would never again be the same.

y'know, theres this one fic, called A Little More Like Hell, that's been living in my head for a while... so I had to draw my fav scene so far!

#mairimashita! iruma kun #blood /#injury /#fun fact: my computet crashed twice while working on this #so I was a bit cranky and tired and I just wanted to finish so that's why the bg is so *vague gesturing*#fic author says the fic is pure self-indulgence and I am in the picture. this fic scratches my brain in the best places #own art #fic art

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If you ever think that leaving a comment on a fic is silly or if you get nervous about doing it, please know that I just got a comment on a fic that I was not feeling confident in and it reignited the spark I thought was gone.

Thank you to anyone who leaves comments. Even if it’s just a short “loved this” then know that it means the world to the author 🖤

#midnight talks #it was on my self indulgent bodyguard rain fic #and i had just given up on it #but now?#im crying and picking it back up to work on #comments mean so much to authors

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he's so important to me

#i guess i need to watch the anime but super's manga has just been a self-indulgent fever dream for me from start to finish #100000/10 absolutely perfect so validating so extremely catered to my tastes and headcanons and analyses and humor #so fucking funny and emotional and intense and goofy and beautifully drawn #my beautiful son getting to finally fucking see his HARD won character growth fucking shine and choose love and choose to be loved!!!!!!#Goku just being Goku Vegeta being Team Dad Piccolo being Team Grandpa Bulma being a fucking superstar keeping everybody organized and fed #god i love this squad i love this series i love these dumbasses and their struggles and their triumphs and their stupid childish bonding #I love that Toriyama just spent the last several years reminding the class that DB as a whole has always been an ACTION-COMEDY about LOVE #and I'm SO sad that the z anime really never did it justice in that sense because of having to fill time with dramatic tension but god. GOD #THE MANGA HAS ALWAYS BEEN SO CLEAR ON THAT THESIS.#Just all about Restorative Justice and Community and CARING even when you wish SO MUCH that you didn't care but yoU DO GODDAMMIT!!!#SUCH a great series I'm so sad it took losing mr t for me to finally read it but my god I needed to read it now and I'm so glad he wrote it #and i'm SO glad he wrote it Exactly Like This #once again rip to a legend i'm caught up and crying it's so perfect it's SO everything I've wanted to see onscreen and embedded in canon #and canon isn't everything but it still feels gREAT to be SO 1:1 on the same page with an author re: how you interpret your blorbo yknow???#been rotating this man in my head for 25 years and Mr Toriyama just mWAH kissed me on the forehead about it #anyway enough tag rambles I'm off again aklsjla #bonus for that kenpachi shit and letting him say 'sorry dude I can't be cold and numb anymore but this is still cathartic as fuck lol' like #mr t i hope you see the HIGHEST tier of heaven for that (and obviously for like everything all of it the whole life you led)

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A/N: Once again, thanks for all your lovely comments and support for this story!

***

In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 13

Like any good best friend, Nell had dropped everything to assist Kensi in her time of need. Especially since it held the promise of Kensi actually going out on a date for once.

She was positively giddy as Kensi tried on a staggering number of dresses Saturday morning, unabashedly vetoing anything she didn’t like. Kensi appreciated it, because she was quite honestly a little terrified. The last time she bought an honest to goodness evening gown was for a formal dance her junior year of college.

After several hours, they dragged everything back to Kensi’s apartment. Nell arranged her hair in loose curls and insisted on handling her makeup too. Once she was satisfied with her creation, she left Kensi to change. Drawing in a long, deep breath, Kensi slipped into the dress, and turned to face the wall length mirror across from the bathroom door.

She’d chosen a deep azure that brought out the color of her skin. Lace overlaid the Grecian bodice, which cinched in at the waist before flowing down into a slightly looser skirt that touched the floor.

As she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, nearly backed against the wall in her relatively small bathroom, she wondered if it was too much. Deeks had told her they’d be attending a gala, but he probably hadn’t expected her to go out and buy an evening gown just for the occasion.

Taking another steadying breath, Kensi spun around and walked out of the bathroom, stopping in her bedroom to grab the rest of her outfit, and then down the short hallway that led to the small front room. Nell sat on Kensi’s couch, a mug cradled in between her knees while she flipped through a book Kensi had left on the coffee table.

Hands folded around the small purse Nell insisted she buy, Kensi spun in a small circle, skirt slightly swirling around her legs.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Oh my god, you look absolutely gorgeous!” Nell exclaimed. “Marty Deeks is going be out of his mind when he sees you.”

“Well he better be,” Kensi said a little darkly, setting the purse on the coffee table. “This whole ensemble cost more than my first apartment.”

“Hey, you can’t put a price on true love.”

“Nell.” Kensi sighed, and Nell just grinned at her. “This is not a date, so no more talk about love.”

Nell said something that sounded like “$400 dress” under the guise of a fake cough, eyeing Kensi pointedly.

“Seriously though, you don’t think it’s too much?” Kensi asked, smoothing her hands over the silky material.

“Uh, definitely not,” Nell said immediately. She stood up, inspecting Kensi with a practiced eye. She rearranged a curl on her shoulder, and straightened her necklace with a satisfied nod. “You are absolutely perfect, and it’s just enough. Everyone at this gala is going to wonder who that gorgeous brunette is. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on that wall.”

“I thought you didn’t like events like this,” Kensi said distractedly.

“I do. As much as I like dressing up and socializing with strangers, I prefer to do it in 18th century finery and with a nice glass of spiced rum.”

The doorbell rang before Kensi could comment on Nell’s favored pastimes.

“That must be your Prince Charming!” Nell whisper shouted, instantly grabbing her purse, drink, and the book as she made a dash for the hallway. Take lots of pictures and have fun. I was never here!”

Shaking her head at her friend’s antics, Kensi flipped her hair over her shoulder, and went to answer the door.

Deeks stood on the other side, one hand behind his back. He smiled brightly when he saw her.

“Hey,” he said, eyes widening as they drifted over her. Kensi decided that the dress was worth every penny for the look on his face.

“Hey.”

“You look amazing,” he added, grinning crookedly.

“Thank you. I guess you’ll do too,” she teased. In truth, he looked better than ever in a tailored black suit with the palest of blue shirts, and a dark blue tie.

Deeks chuckled, not taking offense.

“Gee, thanks. I, uh, got you a little something.” Pulling his hand from behind his back, he offered her a small box of chocolates.

“Oh, I love these,” Kensi gasped. “I’m definitely saving these for a rough day at work. How did you know?”

“Well, I was going to bring you a corsage, but decided that seemed a little too high school prom. And I didn’t know what your favorite flowers are.” He shrugged. “So chocolates it is. Caleb helped pick them out.”

“I appreciate it. Much better than flowers.” Setting them to the side, Kensi grabbed her purse, and looped her arm through his. “Now I think you promised me a celebrity experience, Mr. Deeks.”

***

The gala was hosted at an upscale restaurant that offered a gorgeous view of the ocean from its many balconies. There were waiters wandering the main room with trays of food and drinks, soft music playing in the background. A few couples were dancing in the center of floor while most of the guests stood in groups of 2-3 or at the small tables that lined the perimeter of the room.

Kensi was a little thunderstruck by the sheer extravagance of it all, and clung to Deeks’ arm as he led her around the banquet room, introducing her to his associates as well as some of his clients.

“Deeks, why didn’t you tell me you were so popular?” Kensi whispered as she handed an empty champagne glass to a passing waiter. They’d just finished chatting with his boss, who spent the entire time raving about Deeks.

“It’s just because I’m new,” Deeks said humbly. “And I’m one of the few lawyers here who has recent court experience. It kind of gives me an edge.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“It’s the—”

“Marty, I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” a woman’s voice interrupted. Kensi turned to see an attractive blonde in a red mermaid style dress. She walked right up to Deeks and kissed him on either cheek.

“Sheila,” Deeks said with a smile that was just an edge to bright. “Good to see you too. This is my date, Kensi. Kensi, Sheila McIntyre.”

“Nice to meet you,” Kensi said, offering a smile which Sheila acknowledged with a twitch of her red lips.

“I was just telling Cameron that we never see you at these events,” Sheila said, laying a hand on Deeks’ arm. At the same time, Deeks linked the fingers of his other hands with Kensi’s, drawing her closer. Kensi was surprised but didn’t resist.

“Yeah, you know how it is. I’ve got a little guy at home who needs me.”

“Well, I’m glad you finally escaped.” Sheila laughed knowingly, and Kensi noticed a muscle in Deeks’ jaw twitch. “And now that you’re here, you owe me a dance.”

“Oh, I’d love to, Sheila, but I just promised Kensi the next one. Maybe later,” Deeks said apologetically. Sheila’s face fell slightly at his refusal, but she recovered quickly, flashing him a flirtatious look.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she murmured.

Nodding noncommittally, Deeks drew Kensi towards the dance floor.

“Marty Deeks, did you just use me as a shield?” Kensi asked as he settled his left hand at her mid-back, setting a steady rhythm.

“Hey, the people here are rabid. You’ve seen the way some of these men are looking at you,” he defended himself.

“Complimented accepted. Back to the question at hand, did you bring me with to ward off interested women?”

“No, I invited you because there’s no else I wanted to bring. But not being hounded is a really nice perk.”

“Shameless,” Kensi teased. “Just for that, you owe me at least three dances. And a plate of those mini quiches.”

“You have yourself a deal, ma’am,” Deeks told her with a wide grin.

As promised Deeks danced with her for the next several dances, each fending off interested men and women for the other. It was actually kind of fun. Plus, she didn’t mind the added excuse to touch Deeks, or the way his hand drifted lower down her back with each dance.

They stopped after half an hour, to grab some appetizers for Kensi. She hadn’t really eaten lunch or dinner and was starving. Deeks retrieved a small plate of food for her, leading her to an empty table. As he he pulled out a chair for her, he suddenly look beyond her at someone across the room.

“Hey, I’ll be back in a minute,” he told her, squeezing her shoulder before he set off across the room, weaving in between people.

Kensi watched him walk up to a guy with dark hair, though she couldn’t tell more at the moment. They talked for a couple minutes, shaking hands before Deeks headed towards a small cluster of people. After a minute, he emerged with yet another gorgeous woman by his side.

Kensi sat a little straighter, noticing that Deeks didn’t seem uncomfortable in this woman’s presence. In fact, he was smiling as he reached Kensi again.

Up close, the woman was even prettier with color a similar shade to Kensi’s, and a tight black dress that featured a plunging neckline.

“Kensi, this is my colleague, Talia Del Campo. Talia, this is Kensi,” he introduced them. Talia’s face lit up as soon as she heard Kensi’s name.

“Oh, so you’re the girl who makes Deeks smile like an idiot. I’ve been dying to meet you,” she exclaimed, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from Kensi.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” Kensi agreed, flashing Deeks a questioning look, but he just shrugged. She tucked the “smiling like an idiot” comment away to examine later.

“So, how did you two meet? I want to hear all about it.”

“Um, well,” Kensi managed, flustered by Talia’s assertive approach.

“Oh, I don’t think we have time for all that,” Deeks spoke up. “You’re going to be too busy.”

Talia narrowed her eyes at him in obvious confusion just as the man he talked to earlier approached them.

“Deeks, what did you do?” she demanded dangerously.

“Hey, last week you were complaining that you couldn’t find any nice men. I’ve handed one to you on a platter.” Grinning, Deeks grabbed Kensi’s hand, tugging her out of her seat.

“You did not. Don’t you dare leave!” Talia hissed.

“Oh by the way, his name’s Sabatino,” Deeks added. “Have fun!” Then without another word, he make a quick exit, taking Kensi with him.

“Oh my god, Deeks, what was that?” Kensi gasped, caught between horror and amusement.

“That is called payback. She’s the one who was trying to set me up with someone for this thing.” He shook his head. “Don’t worry. Sabatino’s fine. And believe me, if she really wants too, she’ll have no problem getting rid of him. Talia has no qualms about hurting people’s feelings.”

“I’m more worried about what she’d going to do once she tracks you down.”

“Eh, I’m not too worried. You’ll protect me, right?” Deeks asked with the very definition of a cheeky smile.

“That all depends?”

“On what?”

“If you can get me one of those cheesecakes.”

***

Kensi and Deeks left the party around 10, after he made another round with his clients, and boss. As Deeks had predicted, his friend and Talia had hit off. Kensi saw them dancing at one point and, though the lights had been turned low at this point, headed for one of the private balconies. So, no self-defense on Deeks’ behalf had been necessary.

Which was a good thing since Kensi’s feet were aching and she was ever so slightly tipsy.

When they reached her apartment, Deeks walked her up to the door, offering a firm arm as she managed the uneven walkway in the dark.

“I had fun tonight,” Kensi said, leaning against the railing framing the right side of the stairs.

“Good. Thanks for being my shield. You saved me from a lot of uncomfortable conversations,” Deeks told her.

His hair had grown a little more unruly over the evening, his tie loosened at the neck. In a way, Kensi thought she liked it even more than when he was fully put together.

“You sure now how to compliment a lady, Deeks.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

He dipped his head so a stray curl fell into his eyes, and without thinking, Kensi reached up and brushed it back. Her mind caught up with her actions as she swept her fingers down his cheek. She noticed his skin was soft beneath his beard, which was slightly shorter than normal. Ignoring the voice telling her to stop touching him, she slid her hand into his hair.

Deeks looked up, eyes searching her face, dropping to her mouth. Kensi hesitated, and then she moved towards him as he leaned closer, their lips meeting. He made a soft noise, deepening the kiss, and Kensi pulled him closer. Deeks spun her around, nearly lifting her off the ground, an into the door.

Kensi gasped, grasping the back of his head to get even closer. It felt as though someone had set fire to the attraction that had been simmering between them for weeks. His lips were firm, yet tender against hers, the warmth of his hands seeping through the material of her dress at her back and hip.

She slid her hands down Deeks’ neck, over the surface of his chest, and beneath his suit jacket. Deeks whispered something unintelligible in between one kiss and the next, his hands finally drifting lower.

A loud buzzing made Kensi jerk backward, her head hitting the door as she broke their kiss.

Deeks was breathing unevenly, expression slightly dumbfounded. He patted his suit pockets until he found his cell and pulled it out.

“Caleb’s babysitter has a family emergency,” he sighed, resting his forehead against Kensi’s. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. I understand,” Kensi assured him, trying to control her racing pulse. It didn’t help that Deeks was still so close. Seeming to come to the same conclusion, he leaned back, quickly straightening his clothes, and running his hand through his hair.

“You know, this isn’t what I—”

“Deeks, don’t even think of apologizing.” He stopped speaking immediately at her firm tone. She tugged him forward by his tie, pressing a light kiss that sharply contrasted with their desperation just moments ago. “I enjoyed every second of tonight. Especially the last five.”

He grinned, softly this time, gently brushing his thumb over her cheek.

“Me too.” He kissed her a last time, pushing off the door. “I’ll call you.”

“You better,” she called after him. Kensi let herself in, immediately kicking off her heels, and resting her against the closed door once more. Then she smiled, feeling lighter and happier than she had felt in a very long time.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #in miss blye’s class #part 13 #au #lawyer Deeks #teacher Kensi #self indulgent author #fluff #ejzah fanfiction

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macchiane · 2 months

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🔎 、Detective4Author A flag for detectives who prioritize relationships with/prefer 2 date authors!

📖 、Author4Detective A flag for authors who prioritize relationships with/prefer 2 date detectives!

both coined by his majesty (as far as his knowledge goes), tagging @mogai-transcriber for image ID date in this context is not necessarily romantic n relationship isnt either! it can be taken whatever way yu like

[PT: Detective 4 Author

A flag for detectives who prioritize relationships with/prefer to date detectives!

Author 4 Detective

A flag for authors who prioritize relationships with/prefer to date detectives!

Both coined by His Majesty (As far as his knowledge goes), tagging @/mogai-transcriber for Image ID. Date in this context is not necessarily romantic and relationship isnt either! It can be taken whatever way you like! /End PT]

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nimue-hidden-lake · 5 months

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Is there a hobby you and you f/o share? What type are you about your hobby? Sure, it is great to share something you and your f/o can be equally passionate about but we all have our own ways to bond over hobbies!

Are you two sharing all sorts of trivia with one another or constantly giving each other advice? If it's a collection, maybe you two contribute to another's collection or give hints here and there where to get the items best! If it is an activity, maybe you practice it together whenever you get the chance. Perhaps you two love creating together!

Or are you the rivalry type maybe? A healthy rivalry is never a bad thing after all! You two just edge each other on to improve by making it a competition! Who has more rare items in their collection? Who writes more words? Who runs more laps? Who wins more in a videogame or finishes it quicker? All competitions help you two to push you over your limits and improve at something you have fun with!

It is an activity you can enjoy together at least and bond over in your unique way! May it be common or niche! The most important thing is that you and you f/o have fun!

Proship/Comship do not interact please!

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jester089 · 6 months

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Feathered friend

Original request: "So I was thinking of the TADC crew with an owl reader . You can do whatever you want, fluffy feathers, tall piggy back rides. I got the hots for an owl man now. Maybe have them a be bit softer (The other characters)"

Request from a friend. Yeah I know you're reading this you mf. Love ya! Hope you enjoy it!

Reader is an owl with a human body. Really tall like 8-12 foot (up to you) and covered in feathers. Retractable talons because I say so.

TADC Crew x Owl Reader (May or may not be inspired by Stolas)

Zooble

When you first arrived she was, taken back. You're tall, really tall and covered in fluff. It's a lot of things she hasn't seen before here. And your height and talons are intimidating. So she keeps away at first using the others as test dummies without them really knowing. And you end up being really really kind. It was when you swatted away Jax when he tried to mess with someone that she decided you were ok. After a while she gets really used to you and ends up finding herself really enjoying your company. You also help her out by carving new limbs for her with your talons (It is confirmed by Gooseworx that Zooble has more parts then what is initially episode.) When you pick her up and nuzzle into her, or cuddle with her she gets really overwhelmed by you and your feathers. But she can't bring herself to hate you or them because their so soft and warm and... They get everywhere. You sadly shed a lot and she does hate that. It's a pain cleaning up all of your feathers in and around her and her room. She missed one, one time and went out with it on her. Jax still hasn't let her live it down. Whenever you're around he doesn't try anything though. He has learned plenty of times not to mess with people when you're there. And Zooble makes sure to rub it in whenever she can.

Ragatha

When you first arrived Ragatha was very fairly surprised. Your much taller then anyone in the past has ever been, you're covered in feathers, you can fly, and you have built in weapons (talons). As far as the circus goes you're unique in many ways. And that plus you not seeming freaked out by being digital and an owl are the things that catch her off guard. Once she gets comfortable around you she really appreciates you. You provide a happy and nice presence to wherever you are. She does kind of hate your habit of just picking someone up and cuddling into them a bit. Lies, she loves it. She just overall really enjoys having you around. For many reasons, your useful, you're nice, you have a lovely personality, and your happiness is surprisingly infectious. When you two are more close/dating she will find herself subconsciously following you or leaning into you cause she wants cuddles. If you found out she'd be done for. You were really cuddly before, she wouldn't survive any more.

Pomni

You were the person who arrived after Pomni, you being the first one she saw arrive. And you were, a lot. Not bad. But a lot. She is in an the overall state of being overwhelmed at all times, and you being cuddly and randomly picking her up doesn't help. It will take a long time for her to get used to it. After the first time you picked her up and cuddled into her she got kind of addicted. You having talons, being that tall, being so soft/fluffy/warm, so kind. All of that made her feel weirdly safe in your hold. Like she isn't trapped in a computer with no way to leave. One thing lead to another and suddenly your on Pomni duty. It is your job to calm her down when she had or is having a breakdown. You aren't complaining though. Sure you don't like seeing her with tears streaming down her face and her breath quick and uneven. But you do love being able to hold her. Sadly cuddles only ever happen in your room as hers can't really fit you in it. None the less her bed. You're more then double the height of that thing. One time you saw Jax teasing her about something, you walked up picked up Pomni and placed her on top of your head. One you were sure she was ok you threatened Jax, holding a talon at his throat. She crumbled right then and their burying her face into the top of your head to hide the giant blush she now had. With you here she doesn't feel, trapped.

(I loved writing this. A lot... Shh I may or may not have wrote like 10 pages and only posted this. Don't tell anyone.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #zooble x reader #ragatha x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd #self indulgent

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