#fic: specimen stokes

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I don't know how else to say this, do you want to make out on my couch? (Explicit Remix)

Side: Jade Leech/AFAB!Reader (Reader has a vagina)

Jade/AMAB!Reader (COMING SOON)

This is a partial continuation of the work “Do You Want to Make Out on My Couch (Part 3)”. Said fic is also included below if you want to re-read the beginning or this is your first time seeing this work.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3k

Tags: Reader not described other than their junk nor are pronouns are used, explicit sexual content, M/F sexual relations, PIV sex, ask to tag for more.

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Complete and utter silence. If you didn’t know better you would have thought that Jade didn’t hear you, but you were well aware that he had.

You turned slowly to look at him, preparing yourself to be turned down. People don’t just sit in silence because they’re stoked about what just happened, right?

To your surprise, Jade seemed to just be observing you, hand on his chin like you were a specimen under his watch, a slight smile washing over his features as he waited patiently.

He seemed to be waiting for something, which honestly pisses you off considering the fact that the person who had just risked it all in a moment of horny weakness was you and not him. You could feel the tips of your ears burning as you tried to keep your composure. “… Jade?”

“Yes, Prefect?”

“Are you going to respond?”

Jade tapped his gloved finger to his chin, innocently tilting his head to the side in a facade of faux confusion that greatly contrasted with the smug air that oozed out of his every pore.

“I was just basking in the moment,” Jade stated frankly, finally taking a slow step to close the gap between you.

Jade slowly tugs you inside and proceeds to elegantly settle himself on your couch, allowing you to flop unceremoniously opposite him.

He’s staring again, but his smile seems more genuine this time, not like his usual grin that never touches his eyes. This smile felt fond and disarming, a smile that you were not sure you ever had the pleasure of seeing before.

Jade reached over and threaded his fingers at the base of your head, tangling his grasp in your hair and gently tugging at your roots. Soft but still insistent, he pulls you forward to him.

His other hand deftly began unbuttoning your collar, pushing the fabric to the side to get a better view of your clavicle. Jade’s hand drifted lower and pressed firmly against the left side of your chest. At first glance, you might think that he was feeling you up, but you soon realized that he was actually trying to feel your heartbeat.

“Can I conduct an experiment? I promise it will be a pleasant one,” he said softly, his mismatched eyes drifting to your lips thoughtfully.

With a swallow, you slowly nodded. You could only hope he was telling the truth.

Jade’s body pushed further into yours until you could finally feel his petal-soft lips gliding over yours, warm breath mixing in gasps and murmurs.

“Hahh… just as I thought,” Jade mumbles as you part reluctantly from a particularly heated kiss. “It sped up. That means you meant it, right?”

Your face flushed at his implication. Does he think you would try to come on to him as a joke?

“Of course I meant it!” you said with a frown.

“I know,” Jade responded, lowering his face to kiss at the point where your shoulder met your neck. “I just had to prove it.”

Your breathing sped up as you tried not to make pathetic noises while Jade nursed on your pulse point. After a moment, his forehead landed on your shoulder with a quiet thump, and Jade heaved a quiet sigh. You look down at him questioningly, smoothing down his hair with your palm as he sat in silence.

“I think I am going to have to spend some time finding out just how fast I can make it beat,” he said finally, springing up from his place against your shoulder to push you back-first onto the couch.

His hands were quick, one working up the hem of your shirt as the other traced your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Alas, there’s only one way to find out for sure, hmm? This will be a fine study, don’t you think?”

Your clothes were shed within the blink of an eye. Jade’s expression had been unchanged until this very moment. It had originally felt observational, perhaps scientific. He was single-mindedly focused on ridding you of the clothing that was a barrier to his curiosity.

Now that you were bare, he had paused. His eyes were wide and unblinking, cheekbones scarlet, and his hands drifted to yours, gently pulling them to his lips as he gave them a gentle kiss that deeply conflicted with his searing gaze.

“Gorgeous.” He murmured against the skin of your hand. Your whole body felt hot.

It felt vulnerable but thrilling. Like you were on the edge of a cliff. Your heart pounded, but everything in your body said ‘jump’.

“You know…” Jade began, his eyes glittering like gems in the low light, “It’s a bit surreal.”

“How so?” You asked, eyes glued to the way he chewed his lower lip with those enticingly sharp teeth of his.

“None of the times that I imagined this scenario had I suspected you of making the first move. I underestimated you.” Jade said amusedly, leaning forward again to cage you between his lithe arms.

Jade’s lips descended to the juncture of your neck, licking a trail from your neck to your clavicle. His hands float to your chest, squeezing the fat harshly in a way that makes you hiccup in surprise.

“So soft.” He mumbles, kissing a circle around your areola before scraping the edge of his sharp teeth on the skin of your nipple. You twitch at the contact, causing Jade to quietly whisper your name. He repeats the action, scraping you ever so softly and tenderly while your hips almost imperceptibly writhe from the contact. Jade’s breathing was speeding up, eyes burning into yours as you felt him grind through his slacks against your leg. There was a slight sheen of sweat on his face, giving him an ethereal quality as he shimmered in the moonlight that spilled in through the hole-laden and threadbare curtains that frame your windows.

You audibly swallowed when you looked at him. Your whole body felt like it was burning.

You agreed with him, maybe it was surreal. He was too beautiful for you to believe this was reality anyhow. You threaded your hand through his teal hair, reveling in how soft it was. Jade briefly closed his eyes in response, leaning his head against your hand while his mouth spread to a cat-like smile.

Jade placed a single gloved fingertip on your lips.

“Would you be so kind as to assist?” He asked politely, pushing his finger past the opening of your mouth. Getting the idea, you bite onto the fingertip of the leather, holding it between your teeth as Jade slides his hand out from the fabric. He takes the first glove from you and repeats this process with the other, his eyes glued to your mouth all the while.

Jade tosses his gloves on the ground, looking pleased. He leans down to give you a sweet kiss, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He sucked on your bottom lip tenderly, clearly being careful of his razor-sharp teeth on your skin.

Looking into his eyes you felt like you wished you could stop time, savoring this moment and the softness that was escaping every pore of his perfect skin. You thought of all the times you spent staring at him from afar, thinking about how untouchable he seemed. Seeing the invisible barrier that he placed between himself and the world around him.

His hips pressed to yours, the hardness and heat of his body seeping into your bones. You wanted all of it, you had spent so much time imagining what he would feel like, what he would sound like, what he would say, what he would do. Your body burned from overwhelm, it was impossible not to stare at the refined swimmer’s muscles of his chest and shoulders as he slowly removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

Smiling when he noticed how you observed him, Jade bucked up into you slightly. Grinding himself into your hips with a low moan, he let out a quiet chortle at your expression. What a fucking tease.

Jade finally began to remove his slacks and you felt your mouth run dry, a peek of the outline of him under his grey boxer briefs making you feel like you could die happy at any moment. Meeting your eyes, Jade looked at you smugly as he slowly, teasingly pulled the fabric from his body and allowed his cock to spring free with a hiss. Pushing his hips forward and pushing back his hair with a now gloveless hand, it seemed like he was enjoying the way that your eyes were drinking up the view. He was putting on a bit of a show, but if you could buy tickets to see this every day you would.

He was… generously endowed. Blue-green veins peered through his transparently pale skin, he was fairly straight with a slight curve to the left at the end and his balls were heavy and round. You could finally see all of him and it left you truly breathless. The word ‘beautiful’ is repeated in your head like a hymn. Jade had a hand to his chin, his eyes closed in a smile at your bewilderment.

“See something you like, my dear?” He cooed, reaching for your hand and pulling it towards his chest.

You nodded dumbly. He had to know how gorgeous he was, right?

“How could I possibly be so lucky?” He murmured, pressing soft pecks to your hair. You thought that it should be you asking that question, but you closed your eyes to lean against his soft and tender kisses with a sigh. Jade nuzzled against your cheek, breath fanning against your cool skin.

Jade leaned back on his heels and combed his gaze across your body. Your chest had begun heaving at his relatively innocent contact, and one of Jade’s hands drifted yet again to place itself in a position to feel your heartbeat. This time his hand was also across his chest in the same place. Was he comparing them? He looked satisfied, but he was silent as to why.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” Jade said plainly, tracing his fingers from your ribs to your collarbone. “I thought I just wanted to observe at first but… clearly, that has changed.” He said with a low laugh, eyes crinkling at the edges. You noticed that his cock twitched when he said that. Fuck.

“You’re such a mystery, it just made me want to unravel you with my own two hands.” And what hands they were, he traced shapes all over your exposed body featherlight. You actively wished he would use said hands on you a bit more firmly.

Bending up at the waist to touch him, your hands started working from his thighs, his stomach, pecs, and shoulders. Despite the carved-out muscles that covered his body, he was soft and sleek. The hot puffs of his breath were just barely visible in the cool night, half-lidded eyes boring into you.

Seemingly running out of patience, Jade surged forward against you, the tenderness of his embrace in deep contrast with the sudden change of position. Your lip locks were careful and restrained.

The way he held you was so disarming, like porcelain, the same way he handles a particularly delicate dish. He seemed to be worried that he would hurt you. A thought in the back of your mind wished that he would. You knew that almost everyone here was stronger than you, more capable than you. Sometimes it made you frustrated, but right now it just made you wish that Jade would use that advantage to break your back until the only word you knew was his name.

Jade’s fingers ghosted over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He seemed to be particularly interested in this phenomenon, as he glazed his hands over everywhere that he knew you wanted him to touch, but never enough for relief.

“Jade…” You murmured, “Can I have you?”

Jade’s eyes went completely round and he nodded.

“You’ll have to tell me how to make you feel good.” He responded, laying his back against the couch while he pulled you up against him. “I don’t know that much about human anatomy.”

For once, he seemed embarrassed. It was cute that he was angling himself in a way so that you couldn’t see him. Jade traced kisses along the nape of your neck.

Jade’s forearm curled around your ribcage, pushing your black flush against him. A hand traced the inside of your thigh, pulling your leg up to allow your body to blossom open to his touch.

The searingly hot heat of the head of his cock traced you up and down teasingly. Sandwiching his length between your thighs, Jade thrusted experimentally to slide between them. His pace was slow, contained, soft kisses to your shoulders matching the slow and meticulous pace of him fucking your thighs. It was hot, you thought that you might have been able to cum from the thought of this happening alone, but did want him inside you more than anything.

“Jade…” You whispered, “Please fuck me.”

“…my pleasure.” He said, latching his teeth on a tender spot of your neck that he had been lavishing with attention.

Feeling him push his hips up and forward, Jade’s tip slid against your entrance while he exhaled a groan into your shoulder. He slid his cock directly into your folds, slickening his length and giving you some of the delicious friction that you desired so desperately. You both moaned in tandem, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him.

Taking the initiative, you grabbed Jade’s burning length in your hand and positioned him to go inside of you.

“Is this okay?” You asked.

“Y-yes, it is.” Jade stuttered, his glassy eyes boring into yours.

Taking a deep breath, you began to sink onto him. He was bigger than he looked, you bit your lip to restrain low gasps while trying to pull him deeper inside of your body. Jade pulled you even tighter to himself, pistoning his hips just an inch or two at a time to loosen you and get him closer to finally being fully inside. It took a moment, but once he had bottomed out, it felt heavenly.

“D-do you need me to wait?” Jade murmured from behind you, smooching your kiss-bruised shoulder as he waited for your answer. He was shaking with anxiety while waiting for the go-ahead to finally take you as he had been dreaming of.

“No, please start moving Jade.” You whimper, pushing yourself back against him.

He did so without pause. He swung his hips against yours with a broken moan, beginning with small and stuttered thrusts to longer ones, almost pulling his length completely outside of your body and then slamming back inside. The wet slaps of your bodies meeting made you feel delirious.

“Haaah, how do you feel so good? I just… You fit me perfectly. Just like…” He was gasping, eyes dreamy and unfocused, hips gaining in speed. “Like we were made for each other.”

God, you wished that was true. You had no idea what you possibly did to earn this moment, the affection of someone as beautiful as he was.

Jade’s pace was methodical and timely. Alternating like a song, a chorus, a bridge, a perfect cycle of pleasure. You could feel him burning hot as he slid and squelched inside of you, your tandem gasps and moans making a symphony of pleasure.

You reached in between your legs to draw circles around your clit, arms tense and teeth gritted. Jade’s hips had just slightly lost their rhythm, changing from his perfect thrusts to long grinds deep inside of your body, it seemed like he was getting to the precipice, and you were damned if you weren’t going to join him.

Jade took notice of your new motions, releasing the arm that held your chest to place it over your own.

“Where?” He whispered, trying to emulate the shapes you were making with your fingers.

“Ah, the… the bud at the top…” You murmured, embarrassed but wildly aroused by his insistence. He was a quick study, light spinning touches timed with the impact of his hips.

Now you were both getting close. Jade had been biting his lip so hard that you were shocked that it wasn’t bleeding, and your hips were twitching involuntarily against him from the stimulation. Jade was rotating his fingers above your clit just so, and you felt your gaze begin to feel fuzzy.

“Jade… it feels so good.” You mumble,

Jade rested his head on your shoulder, kissing your ear and leaving small pin-prick bites along your skin.

“If you want to come, tell me you’re mine.” He said with a dazzling smile. Jade had pushed back his sweat-slick hair as he pounded into you, and while one hand held your hip in a bruising grasp, the other tenderly traced your clit, perfectly demonstrating how conflicted he always made you feel. You were always so confused and thrown off by him that it was maddening, but you also couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“You’re so mean!” You say harshly, but he just gives you a breathy laugh in response.

“I’m-! I’m yours, Jade!” You gasp, “Please!”

Sounds coming out in almost sobs, Jade turns his face to engulf your mouth with his own, pace sloppy and loose, whimpering a litany of near nonsensical praises: of how you felt around him, how much he had wanted this, among others.

You both gasped and moaned and you saw sparkles behind your eyelids as both of your movements slowed to a crawl.

Jade was still fervently kissing across your skin as if these were additional praises that continued spilling from his lips just as they did when he came.

Both of your breaths calmed, and the air stilled. You held each other for a silent moment, and you could hear the quietest of murmurs in the crook of your neck.

“You meant it?” Jade asked shyly, the position he had taken prevented you from looking at his face.

“Yes.” You replied, moving your hand up yet again to pet his soft hair.

Jade’s hand yet again drifted to your heart and you could hear him counting the beats under his breath.

“I’ve been meaning to ask…” You mumbled, placing your hand over his. You heard him giggle.

“They match,” Jade replied, giving you a peck on the cheek. “I’m not one for superstitions but… I was told a few too many times to ‘listen to your heart'’, as a child.”

“Cheesy.” You reply, pushing your back against him as you feel the want of sleep overcome you.

Jade just laughed and held you tighter.

“Are you staying the night?” You asked, turning your head to the beautiful man beside you. “Does your heart say anything about that?”

“It says yes.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Tomorrow morning, perhaps.”

“Jade!”

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Close Shave

[A/N: What up homies, it’s me, ya girl, steadily adding to my Honorable Men-tions while my husbands watch me like 👀 bitch?

This fic is inspired by the scene & song from Skyfall- I hope you like it :) Feedback is always appreciated, as well as requests for fics or new characters to explore!]

007 glides silently through the doorway, a jungle cat on the prowl for his next meal. He eases the door shut with a soft click, then moves stealthily down the hall in search of his target. A single lamp illuminates the modest London flat casting wicked shadows on the walls surrounding a small feminine figure. He creeps forward, ready to pounce, the next phase of his plan already formulating in his brain.

“Hello, James,” you murmur, not even sparing him a glance as you casually flip to the next page of your novel.

His warm chuckle caresses your skin like a lover’s gentle touch, his honeyed voice stoking the fire in your belly spurred to life by his mere presence. “How is it that I can sneak up on assassins but not a museum curator?”

Your mouth turns up in a smile and you offer your cheek in greeting, scrunching your nose at the feeling of coarse stubble against your skin. “I can smell the cologne I bought you for Christmas from a mile away.“

“Hm.”

“And I may have pestered Q into telling me when you’d be home.”

“Pestered?”

Folding your legs under your body, you swivel to meet his steely blue gaze with a grin. “Bullied,” you concede. “Only so I didn’t almost accidentally kill you with a fireplace poker.”

“Again.”

You wag your book in his face with a raised eyebrow. “That’s what you get for breaking and entering at four in the bloody morning with no prior warning!”

He grunts in concession before easily lifting you off the couch, only to take your seat and tuck you against his body. You hum in delight at the prospect of having him home, however short lived his visit may be, placing your book aside before nuzzling into his chest and pressing kisses to the underside of his strong jaw. Scraping your nails along his cheek, you muse, “You need to shave.”

He gives you an indignant look, carding his fingers through your hair. “Some women happen to like a beard, you know.”

“Then go break into one of their homes,” you fire back, letting your teeth graze along the path forged previously by your lips.

He lets out a throaty laugh that dissolves into a soft moan as you work your way over his jaw to press your lips to his. You share a few innocent pecks before your longing takes over, and you shift to straddle his lap as James’ tongue slips past your willfully parted lips. His fingers work their way under your shirt, trailing along your ribcage before settling on your hips with a gentle squeeze. You release a contented sigh into his mouth, all of the tension leaving your body and allowing you to relax against him.

Running your nose over the sharp planes of his jaw, you murmur, “Let me. Please?”

“Let you what?” He nibbles at the spot just south of your ear and you gasp, rocking against him and feeling him growing hard beneath you in response. Static fills your mind as your senses are overwhelmed by everything that is James, but you press on valiantly. “Help you shave.”

Calloused digits knead the soft skin of your thighs as he hums, contemplating. “Is this another attempt on my life? Replacing the poker with a razor?”

“James!” you admonish, laughing before growing serious as your fingers dance across his handsome features. “You know that my expertise lies in handling art delicately. What kind of curator would I be if I allowed any harm to come to my favorite exhibit?”

He turns his head to press a kiss to each of your palms, then meets your gaze with a cheeky grin. “That’s all I am to you, hm? A specimen to be ogled?”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” you retort with a roll of your eyes. Climbing off his lap and taking his hand to lead him to the master bathroom, you tack on, “You conveniently double as a bodyguard.”

You slide the cushioned seat from your vanity over to the sink and tap it twice with a coy smile. James settles into his spot obediently while you hunt through the cabinets for his straight razor and shaving cream, placing them on the counter before moving to stand behind him. You study your reflections in the mirror as you run your fingers through his hair, your body growing warm at the sight of him subtly shifting his hips when you tug on the short strands. You walk your fingers down his neck and over his broad shoulders, kneading the taut muscles along the way to the apex of his dress shirt. “May I?”

He opens his eyes to meet your gaze in the mirror, ocean blue eclipsed by a sea of inky black. “Always, my love.” His voice has dropped to a low growl that sends a thrum through you. Deft fingers hastily unbutton his shirt with the promise of exploring his body after too many days and nights spent apart. You tug the fabric off and toss it aside, kissing his neck while your hands glide along his muscular chest. “Darling,” he rumbles out through a laugh to get your attention, and you look up to find several marks blooming across his previously unadulterated skin. With a bashful smile, you respond, “I just can’t help myself around you.”

Rounding the chair to squeeze yourself into the space between his legs and the counter, you lower yourself to your knees. He watches your every move with rapt fascination, his breathing picking up ever so subtly when you reach forward to release him from the confines of his fitted slacks. You tug his pants and underwear off before delicately trailing your fingers over his length, marveling at the weight in your hand and how responsive he is to your touch. Peeking up at him from beneath your lashes, you lean in and swipe your tongue over the head, a needy whine escaping your lips at the taste of him. “Darling,” he calls out again, now with an edge to his voice, cheeks flushed and chest heaving with forced restraint. He threads his fingers through your hair and gives a gentle tug, guiding you forward once more. You wrap your lips around him in earnest, gliding down his length while one hand comes up to massage his balls, the other resting on his lower abdomen. With each swirl of your tongue and pull of your lips, the toned muscle beneath your fingertips ripples and liquid heat pools between your aching thighs.

Replacing your mouth with your hand, you look up at James with nothing short of utter devotion in your misty eyes. “I missed you so much, my love,” you rasp out, an involuntary shudder racing down your spine when his fingertips brush over the apple of your cheek.

Tucking his hand under your chin, he directs you to stand and pulls you close for a tender kiss. You continue twisting your wrist along his length as his tongue slides against yours, a sharp gasp punching out of you when he unceremoniously rips your underwear off and runs his middle finger along your slit, the useless lace now pooled on the floor.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he rumbles lowly, slipping his finger inside you and groaning in appreciation at how greedily you clench around him, “you really did miss me, hm?”

“More-” You whimper into his mouth when he adds a second finger, and then a third, lovingly preparing you for his thick cock. “More than I can even describe.”

He draws his fingers out, caressing your sensitive walls as he does so, before replacing your hand with his own at the base of his cock. The obscene sound of your spit and slick gliding along his length as he draws his hand over himself has you clenching around nothing, a desperate whine of “James,” falling past your pouting lips. He soothes you with sweet words, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth while his free hand comes up to your hip to guide you down onto him. You cry out at the exquisite stretch, nails digging into his shoulders as you circle your hips to sheathe him inside of you as deeply as possible.

Tucking your face into his neck to pepper his glistening skin with kisses, you beg, “Don’t move. Just let me feel you.”

He hums in concession, gently tugging your oversized sleep shirt off before running his fingers along the column of your spine. The tingling sensation has you rolling your hips against him, moaning when the movement presses the head of his cock against just the right spot.

“Now, darling,” he mumbles against your hair, his large hand possessively cradling the back of your neck, “I do believe we came in here to accomplish something.”

“Can’t remember,” you sigh out. “Too full.”

His ensuing chuckle warms you from the inside out, and you gasp when he leans forward to reach the countertop, shifting his position inside you. He presses something cold into your hand, and you blearily open your eyes to find his razor glinting at you in the muted bathroom light.

With a sigh, you relent, “Fine,” but his firm grip on your hips stops you from rising. “But then how will I-” Your line of questioning comes to an abrupt halt when you spot the smirk playing on his sinful lips. “Oh.”

“Go ahead, love,” he croons, inclining his head toward the shaving cream while his hands come to settle on the globes of your ass. You gather some of the foam between your fingertips, then trace two delicate lines on his cheek in the shape of a heart. Glancing at your work in the mirror, he questions, “How can you be so damn adorable while full of my cock?”

You answer him with only a wink, then get to work coating his stubble with the shaving foam. Once he’s sufficiently lathered up, you ease the blade out and plant your non-dominant hand firmly on his shoulder. “Don’t move, James,” you instruct softly.

He tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, smiling at the way your tongue peeks out between your lips in concentration, and murmurs, “I won’t.”

You run the blade down James’ face in precise, delicate strokes, mewling in delight every time you stretch to rinse the razor off and he pulses inside of you. Several minutes into your ministrations, he arches his hips against yours with a ragged sigh, moving impossibly deeper as he cranes his neck to look in the mirror. “Halfway there. Doing well, sweetheart.”

“I feel like I’m going to explode,” you attempt a laugh, but it morphs into a strangled moan.

“That would certainly be less than optimal.” He runs his index finger down the side of your neck as you take your next swipe of the blade, your breath hitching when he wraps his hand around your throat and adds the smallest bit of pressure.

The razor stills on his cheek, momentarily forgotten, and you shiver in delight. “What are you doing?”

“Focus on the task at hand,” he chides softly, and you obediently return your attention to the remainder of his beard even as his other hand comes up to massage one of your breasts. You clench around him reflexively, and the hand on your throat squeezes in kind.

“James,” you growl out, this time purposefully flexing your walls around his throbbing cock. He answers your show of defiance with one of his own, both hands tightening their grip and eliciting a whine from you.

“Tit for tat, darling,” he mutters softly, the corners of his mouth ticking up in a wicked smile.

With every movement, every precise flick of your wrist, every droplet of water running down your arm and dripping onto your thigh, your walls squeeze around James’ cock and his fingers press deeper into your skin, and your vision starts going blurry around the edges with need. Finally, mercifully, your lover sits before you clean shaven once again, and you smile proudly at your work.

Nuzzling your nose against his, you sigh at the idea of having to separate yourself from him. “I forgot a towel.”

“Top cabinet?”

“Mhm.”

Tucking his hands underneath your thighs, James stands and settles you on the counter, still sheathed in your warmth. He pulls back to open the cabinet and collect a towel, and you keen at the loss of the fullness until he slots himself back between your thighs.

“Christ,” you hiss, digging your nails into his biceps and arching your back.

“Easy, love,” he murmurs smoothly in response, hiding his smirk behind the cloth as he pats his face dry. You lock your ankles together behind his back, shifting closer and trying to entice him to move. “This is turning downright torturous.”

Dropping the towel on the counter, he shifts his attention back to you and lovingly squeezes the pillow of your thigh. “I always take care of you, don’t I?”

“Sooner rather than later would be preferred in this instance, Bond,” you sass back.

“Patience is a virtue,” he hums with an infuriating calmness to his voice even as he draws his hips back and drags his cock along your sensitive walls.

“I wouldn’t- oh god- consider what we’re doing to be entirely virtuous,” you answer through a moan, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in an attempt to quiet the noises spilling out of your mouth.

“Darling girl,” he tuts softly when he recognizes you’re trying to muffle your cries, fingers ghosting over your cheek before he grips your face and his hips pick up speed. The pressure has you releasing your lip from beneath your teeth, your mouth falling open and allowing wanton moans to escape. James tucks his other hand behind your knee, tugging you closer and letting him sink deeper with each stroke. He smiles down at you when you call out his name and rake your nails down his back, cooing, “That’s it, love. Let me hear you.”

Ever obedient, you moan unabashedly, your cries competing with the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the marble bathroom. “James! Oh god, James,” you keen, clawing at his shoulders for purchase as your consciousness threatens to leave you, “I can’t- I’m going to-”

He hungrily mouths at your skin, soft pants falling past his lips between kisses as he makes his way up the curve of your throat. Moving his hand to grip the back of your neck, he draws you close to his body and grits out, “Cum for me, my darling.”

You feel your body shudder with the force of your orgasm washing over you, every nerve alight and buzzing as the sound of James’ beautiful moans fill your ears. Your mouth drops open but no sound comes out, your eyes rolling back when you feel the warmth of his release painting your walls. Holding your waist firmly, he presses his hips against yours as his cock twitches inside you, claiming your body completely.

“Good girl,” he pants in your ear, and you whimper at the praise.

“Yours,” you sigh out, completely spent. You turn your head to dot lazy kisses along his cheek, your lips curling upward at the feeling of his freshly smooth skin.

He notes your self-satisfied smile and chuckles warmly against the shell of your ear. “Pleased?”

“Mhm,” you respond sleepily, nuzzling his face and emitting a sound dangerously close to that of a purr.

“I’m glad,” he hums, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Shower?”

“Can’t,” you mumble. Swinging your legs, you clarify, “Jelly.”

“Bath, then.”

James guides your arms around his neck and you latch on obediently as he lifts your sore body off the countertop. He slips out of you when he hitches you higher up in his arms, and you mumble out a protest despite the aching between your legs.

“What, darling, haven’t had enough?”

Fighting sleep, you tighten your hold on him and nip at his ear. “Never.”

“Naughty thing,” he chides playfully, landing a light pat on your ass before setting you on the edge of the tub.

“You know,” you begin, trailing your fingers along his back while he adjusts the water temperature, “it’s your fault for being so utterly irresistible.”

He grumbles out an undoubtedly unamused response under his breath before climbing into the tub and beckoning you to join him. Carefully maneuvering your shaky legs, you settle back against James, resting your head in the crook of his neck and sighing as the warm water caresses your sore muscles.

“Wet your hair for me.” You stifle a yawn, barely opening your eyes to fix James with a quizzical look. Always a man on a mission, he holds your gaze, unrelenting. “Humor me, darling, will you?”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, you grip the sides of the tub and scoot your body forward until you can lower your hair below the waterline. After a thorough soak, you sit up and nestle yourself back between his legs, closing your eyes once more.

You hear the telltale snap of a bottle being uncapped, and then James’ expert fingers are massaging your scalp as the scent of vanilla and honeysuckle pervades your senses. You let out a hum of pure content, thoroughly enjoying being pampered by your love.

“I can’t explain,” he peppers your shoulders with delicate kisses between words as he works his fingers through your hair, “just how much I missed you.”

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual,” you sigh, responding to the pressure of his fingertips by tilting your head to grant him better access.

His silky smooth voice settles like a warm blanket on your skin as he runs his nose along your neck, and you shiver in delight. “You are absolutely exquisite.” He splays one hand possessively across your belly, the other dancing over the curve of your hip. “Divine.” Moving to grip your chin, he turns your face towards him and you feel his warm breath mingling with your own. “My own personal masterpiece.”

Drawing a trail of water down the column of your throat, between the valley of your breasts, and lower still to the apex of your thighs, he eases your folds apart once more and sheathes himself inside of you. Your mouth drops open wordlessly and he takes the opportunity to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

“You took such good care of me, my love,” he murmurs, delicately threading his fingers through the soapy strands of your hair as his hips press up against yours. “Now let me take care of you.”

[ilkkawhat]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

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Half Past Midnight: My first fic I wrote after a...idk how many years it was hiatus, right at the start of me falling back in love with CSI again and creating things for it; I took such a deep dive into Nick's head and part of what I did in writing this was watching only Nick's parts on a loop, in the dark, with headphones on and I distinctly remember a point where it really got to me and I gasped for air and spooked my dog (don't worry he was okay just startled lol) It was also the first fic I started playing around and including my own headcanons in there

Last Breath: I just...have a lot of good memories from writing this fic. It was probably the most interactive, like I would go so far as to say it was almost even like a collaboration because so many people pitched ideas (the idea for the fic as a whole was straight up handed to me on a silver platter) and made the fic better for it, and I also really got to know my Stokes children OCs in doing this fic--I did do a handful of fics for them before this, but I feel like I really hammered down who they were and it won't be the last fic on this list but I do also have the sequel (First Flight) to use as a chance to cover things I missed in the first one and explore more universe altering headcanons. It was also my first like, longer fic at around 64k word count wise, and right now my longest completed fic lol

Atrophy: I swear this list I'm just going off of fics that I have distinct memories of attachment to; this one I started writing on my way to a wedding and brought back an OC I created back when I was a teenager. After the wedding I had to go to this university for a class paid for by my job and I spent the car rides there and back brainstorming, and even writing in between classes (and if I recall...even during class at some points shh.) Its sequel Agony is uh, giving me some challenges and I regret a lot of things like maybe pushing it out so fast and then losing steam and wishing I did some things different/toned it down, but Atrophy I still feel mostly good about (though man imagine if I went as hard on it as I am with Agony as long and drawn out as it is lol) and the ficverse as a whole is definitely a favorite of mine

For Your Viewing Pleasure: Surprise, another Grave Danger fic. I wrote this during a pretty rough time and just remember being proud of myself for doing it, and wrote it all within a week and the ideas and words just kept...flowing. It felt like I was truly in my element when I wrote it and helped me remember why I love writing so much.

Specimen Stokes: God I know this fic also went off the rails like Agony did where I worry it became like...too much and should have held back a little (no pun intended) but I will never forget the day I ran out of work to go start writing a one shot in response to an anon who I don't even think technically asked for it as a fic, it was like "choose between these scenarios" and as I started to think about it I just...couldn't help myself. Like Atrophy I have sequels in mind and all sorts of things I want to do and I swear I actually have the rest of this fic installment planned out it's just...writing it lol. And taking the plunge into making it sci-fi and twisting the characters in the AU has been a blast and I feel like a great amount of my creativity has shown through in this fic, the edits and stuff I made for it, and the ideas I have coming up.

[ouphanim]

Welcome to Miaou fic!

[This is a retelling of a Miaous experience. Speech has been translated as best as possible from Miaou speak to English, however translations may not be exact.]

Your eyes open suddenly and you immediately begin to process your surroundings. You take in the objects nearest you at first followed by those farther away until you've formed a whole picture of what is around you. You come to the conclusion that you are in the charging chamber. You explore your memory to see what has led you here and what you should proceed to do next. You replay the last memory before your awakening. You begin to analyze it, noticing your hands, and oh yes, you were preparing a specimen for dissection! Memories begin to flood you as you recall details about what you were doing. This specimen was one of a kind! It had arrived on Miaou planet via one of the returning exploration ships.

Planet 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 was where it had come from. As alien species is one of your biggest interests and your specialty, you immediately volunteered to capture and study it. That's right! You immediately shut off recall and begin to plot your next actions. You suppose you should figure out what caused the gap in your memories from that moment to you waking up. You are sure someone in the institute must know as you share your lab with quite a few of them!

You head out into the hallway that connects the charging chamber to the rest of the institute. You make your way towards you lab in order to find a lab mate. You are able to locate a lab mate before you even reach the lab. In fact, you locate two of them! The three of you exchange greetings. "Hello Whimsy, Stark. May I inquire about the gap in my memory?" You proceed to ask. "Sure!" "Of course!" Stark and Whimsy reply in unison. "You did not charge for 8 days (13 Earth days) straight!" Stark says before you can ask for specifics.

You are about to express thanks for the information but are unable to before Stark continues. "You shut off right at your lab table!" There seems to be a bit of what feels like enthusiasm in the delivery of Stark's transmission. It seems to have found your passing out entertaining. The enthusiasm appears to have rubbed off on you a bit. That is until you turn to look at Whimsy who is giving off an anxious energy. "Oh, that makes sense!", you reply anyway. "I am so stoked about this new species. I had finally finished taking notes on it and was preparing it for dissection! No wonder I forgot to charge!", you continue.

"Anyway, I'll be off to continue where I left off. Thank you for taking me up on my inquiry!" You're about to head off when Whimsy begins to transmit. "Actually, there is nothing for you to return to I'm afraid." You become confused by the statement. Stark transmits, "Yeah, because your specimen is right there!" Stark points to your forehead. You look up not noticing anything. Whimsy makes a rubbing motion on its forehead and you proceed to do the same. You feel pieces of something rub off and look at your paw. As you look at your paw you attempt to process what it is you're looking at. Then it dawns on you. It's your specimen...

To be continued!

[azzandra]

I started writing The Arcana fic which I never finished, but I returned to it recently and I keep waffling about this one bit and whether to keep it or not. 

but anyway

Have some Julian/Apprentice/Asra almost-threesome because I never got around to writing any of the spicy stuff. 

Sprawled as he was, Julian's arms hung over the top of the sofa's backrest, spreading outwards such that it created perfect negative space on either side of his torso for the two magicians to occupy. And, because nature abhors a vacuum, that was why Julian had one of them on either side, under each arm as they cuddled together on the sofa.

One of Philipa's legs was curled up under her, but the other was thrown carelessly over Julian's lap, and Asra had managed to lock one ankle around Julian's, snaring him as inescapably as a hunter's trap. Not that Julian minded being pinned in place at all between the two creatures; even when their attentions were solely on each other, Julian enjoyed being caught in the heat of their crossfire. 

Which was not to say they were always bickering. Or that Julian could even tell when they were--he had yet to fully learn how to interpret the panoply of little gazes and microexpressions they exchanged when they spoke without speaking. Did magicians read minds? That sounded like a thing magicians might do, to Julian. He might have even said so out loud, which brought them into a discussion about auras.

Julian didn't know shit about auras, all he knew was that he liked the sound of their voices as they tried to explain.

"We don't really perceive auras with our regular senses," Philipa was explaining, her fingers tracing a delicate line along the deep V of his shirt. 

Julian was so distracted by the barely-felt path of her fingers, he only belatedly made an interested sound, "Oh?"

On his other side, Asra was watching him from under his eyelashes. Julian could feel the weight of Asra's violet gaze even more than he felt Philipa's physical touch, for all that Asra looked like he barely deigned to acknowledge Julian's existence most of the time. He had a drink in his hand, something fruity and cyan-colored, and as he traced the rim with a finger, ice formed inside the glass; the exterior of the glass was goosebumped with condensation. What a strangely mundane use for magic.

"We do sort of... see auras, as colors, as impressions," Philipa continued, and her fingers slipped the border of Julian's shirt to touch skin and slide across chest hair curiously. Julian had to smother the impulse to arch up and make her touch more solid. His blood sang in a steady thrum as he was caught between these two; not quite arousal, but a pleasant slow boil that might lead to it. Maybe he was feeling their auras. Most likely, it was the satisfaction of being in the presence of two attractive individuals at the same time.

"That, uh... doesn't sound all that useful," Julian said distractedly.

Asra snorted quietly. His disdain was a delicate thing, but it tugged at something hot in Julian's belly. The delicate equilibrium of sensations in Julian's body momentarily tilted, swayed, sent prickles down his back. Julian turned his head towards Asra, quirking an eyebrow.

"You don't really know that it isn't," Asra challenged.

Julian grinned toothily in response.

"Why don't you enlighten me then, O great magician?" he replied.

Asra's lids lowered, and he looked at Julian from under his eyelashes as a smile slowly spread across his face. Then Asra shrugged, as if it was no great burden to him to educate some fool.

"For the skilled practitioner," Asra said, his fingers dipping into his drink to fish out a chip of ice, "auras can reveal a great deal about someone. It can indicate if someone is being deceptive, if they are afflicted by any curses, if they are strong with magic. It can even reveal mundane things, such as state of mind--"

Julian's attention had been on Asra's shapely mouth, the words washing over him almost unheeded, and so he did not notice the quick work of Asra's fingers until he was already pressing the ice against Julian's abdomen. The sudden coolness, sharp and almost painful, made Julian's muscles jump, and his spine arch involuntarily. He hissed in surprise.

"--or arousal," Asra finished his lecture serenely.

Julian's mouth fell open, but words stuck in his throat. As though Asra had knocked down the levees himself, desire flooded through Julian's system, burning and acid in contrast to the pleasant warmth he'd been basking in before. A twinge of humiliation, as Julian found himself revealed so starkly, turned into another spike of arousal, quickly subsumed by the betrayal of his body.

The way Asra smirked wasn't making it any better.

"Asra!" Philipa chided, her cool hand pressing into Julian's chest more firmly now, as though he might float away if she was not keeping him down. The ice had melted into a trickle of water, trailing down past his navel like a cold finger and stopping its progression at his waistband.

Julian's face turned to her next, and his tongue felt too thick to form words, but he wanted to plead with her not to stop this--yet the look on Philipa's face now was too much a mirror of Asra's, and it was Julian's sudden realization that he was caught between them.

"Don't let him scare you, Julian," Philipa said, her voice buttery-sweet as she looked at him. "Auras can't reveal everything about you. Most of the time, you can use your own eyes and see about the same things." 

Her palm still pressed against his chest, and her fingers played with the russet hairs as though fascinated by their existence. 

"You certainly don't need to read auras to know the signs of arousal. You can learn that from your medical textbooks. Dilated pupils, flushed skin..." 

Her fingers trailed a path to the nearest nipple, circling its hard peak in a way that made lightning shoot through Julian's body, and he was certain that was not magic either. He panted under the onslaught of unexpected sensations, trying to keep from unraveling.

"...labored breath..." Philipa continued, her voice lowering as her lips coming up to his ear as though imparting a secret, "...engorgement of the--"

"Hah," Julian's head fell back as he tried laughing but found himself merely exhaling a sharp breath. Yes, yes, he recalled what the textbook said. His... relevant anatomical feature was... decidedly engorged at the moment, straining against his trousers in a way that he was absolutely certain could not escape anyone's notice.

They were enjoying this, making him squirm, seeing him cut open before them like a specimen, spilling out all the raw and ugly things inside.

"His condition seems serious," Asra remarked with an impressive imitation of medical detachment, but his cheeks were flushed as he looked to Philipa, and Philipa giggled in response, and so Julian did not feel like the only one revealing himself at that moment. This served to do nothing but stoke his desire even more.

"Ought to do something about it," Philipa agreed--and then her hand fell to Julian's thigh.

Asra made a noncommittal sound, but the way a smile curled around his lips made him seem more coy than aloof.

Julian would have spared a few stray wits wondering how he'd gotten into this situation, but then, that was not necessary at this very moment.

[ilkkawhat]

20 fic questions

tagged by @frostysfrenzy and I'm hoping maybe this inspires me to write somehow:

How many works do you have on AO3? 287

What's your total AO3 word count? 827,685

What fandoms do you write for? Not published on ao3 but I used to write Doctor Who and Criminal Minds, on ao3 I got CSI and Macgyver (2016.) Unpublished, I've started a few Alan Wake fics and even started a Sorjonen fic.

Top 5 fics by kudos:

Speechless (Macgyver)

Stone Bridges (Macgyver)

Face Down (CSI)

Explosion + Krueger + Mac (Macgyver)

Trust + Together (Macgyver)

Do you respond to comments? I do my best to when I get them. I uh. have stopped for a while though but it's still a good feeling when I do see one on a fic

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? All of them lmao. Real talk there's a few break-up fics I've written so probably one of those. This one Nick Stokes/Julie Finlay fic came to mind cause it wasn't supposed to be angsty and I did it anyway.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Last Breath probably

Do you get any hate on fics? I've gotten feedback that like, I interpreted as "hate" but idk if it was every fully intended as hate and I'm just a sensitive person

Do you write smut? Yes. Can't guarantee it's good though cause I have 0 intimate experiences outside of a bad first kiss but I try to write it anyway lol

Craziest crossover? Wrote and subsequently deleted a fic once where Nick Stokes (CSI) and Jack Dalton (Macgyver) basically switched places and it was a bit sci-fi and out there and people didn't seem to like it so hence the deletion.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Really fucking hope not. Bad enough I've had gifs stolen.

Have you ever had a fic translated? I think somebody did actually after asking permission.

Have you ever co written a fic? I have! I wanna say with two co-authors in the doctor who fandom way back in the day. I'd also argue a lot of my CSI fics were co-written because so many people gave me so many ideas for them and the fic either wouldn't have existed or been wildly different without them

All time favourite ship? That's a tough one cause I think it depends on how strongly I feel at the time, like right now the OTP is Alan/Alice Wake but I multiship Alan like crazy lol. I'll never be over Doctor/Rose, Nick/Greg, Root/Shaw....those are the immediate ones that come to mind.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably all of them....I have so many open Mac and CSI WIPs and never say never but it's not looking good. I hope I can feel good enough to write for them again some day.

What are your writing strengths? I've been told emotions and descriptions and I would agree with that.

What are your writing weaknesses? Less about my writing and more about me; I put a lot of self worth into my writing so when I feel like I get negative feedback or no feedback at all it sends me down this terrible spiral where my self confidence is destroyed (which is 100% why Alan Wake hooked me in the way it did, because I relate to him sooooooo much) so I get highly discouraged very easily which is nobody's fault but my own....I am my own worst enemy. Also maybe my dialogue is not the best sometimes cause idk how to talk to people

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I'd try it! I think I have actually once or twice using google translate lol

First fandom you wrote in? CSI I think. Can't really/don't really want to remember before that.

Favourite fic you've written? Probably Specimen Stokes just cause it was such a wild and out there idea that people still ended up reading and enjoying (hopefully) though I worry it got too weird and cringe but I still love the feelings it gave me at the time of creating and the whole like, saga I wanted to make out of it. There are a few others but that was the first that came to mind.

breaking the tag chain but if anybody wants to also answer these feel free to say I tagged you 💜

[ilkkawhat]

Chapter (13/18): Hamster Wheel Rating: Explicit Chapter summary: Nick recovers from the events of the previous chapter, and Greg seems to be changed by it too, but advances the experiment nonetheless, with Nick not quite as happy about it as he had hoped. Warrick and Grissom meet up about what they have seen, and though Grissom tells him to stay put, he decides to stake out Greg's lab... Only to find that things are in fact, not as they seem.

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[ilkkawhat]

yet another edit for my fic, specimen stokes. got some wheels turning again...

[ilkkawhat]

content creator appreciation!! list five favourite sets/art/fic you've made and send this ask to five other content creators! 💕(Spreading some love and self appreciation to amazing content creators! If 5 overwhelms you, choose one, or three! Whatever suits you)

aw bless! I know I complain a lot about the creating process and at times, struggle a lot with appreciating my own works for what they are to me, but this is such a wonderful thing to get those good feelings back! 💜

(and lol...I’m pretty sure I broke the “five” rule but trust me...I have not felt this good about my creations in quite some time)

1. Specimen Stokes - CSI fanfic, currently ongoing

The idea for this one came to me at a pretty difficult time in my life, and is probably one of the only good things to come out of 2020. I got an ask from an anon who probably didn't even intend for me to write the ideas out, that asked me to choose between three AUs and the evil scientist vs detective AU stuck out to me the most--and so much so that I literally ran home (well, walked very fast out of work and drove as safely and quickly as I could lol) to write it, totally intended to make it a one shot and over 50k words later with a 2.5 hour playlist and a ton of visual edits, here we are.

I took a huge risk with this story because while most of my whump fics are probably not realistic for Nick to survive, going full on sci-fi and shrinking him has been such a blast, and while I was super hesitant to do it just cause I didn't know what people might think, I'm glad I did, because it seemed like the people who read it enjoyed the twist (though lmao I'm deathly afraid of how this next chapter is gonna be received)

And not only that but it just opened so many doors for me in terms of creativity, I've been straight up worldbuilding and already coming up with ideas for a sequel, not to mention again, a ton of edits some of which have been the best manips/fanart I've made--my favorite in particular are: this one, this one, this one, and this one (the shrinking gif in particular, since that was something I had never done before) and god I could just keep gushing but just know that this is probably the top creation that I love and I'm sure it shows lol (hell I even bought a bottle of crown royal just so I could have my own bag that hangs over a picture of Nick. I will 100% have my own fic shrine some day with items like these)

2. All In - CSI fanfic, the Veronica Saga (so far 2/3 planned fics have been posted)

The Veronica fics have been both a blessing and a curse for me lol. I'm just gonna very quickly get the bad feelings out and say that maybe I poured a little too much projection into Agony, and worry that maybe I broke Nick too quickly and far beyond repair--and damn, I sure as hell could have went way harder with Atrophy (and honestly I feel I didn't capture as much as I wanted to in that one.) I've wanted to delete Agony in particular so many times which may sound ludicrous given that it's my longest fic yet (over 100k) but...I'm glad I didn't.

If Naomi is my self insert for who I would want to be, how I would want to have a relationship with Nick, etc, then Veronica represents that dark, whumpy side of me that just wants to watch the world burn. I can't tell you how much fun it is to write this villain who's just off the rails crazy and doing things to Nick that make it seem like a horror movie. I've given this series so much thought and though I haven't updated Agony in almost a year, I'm far from finished and can't wait to keep going with the story--the finale especially, I think, is going to be some of my most emotional work yet.

And just like Specimen Stokes, it's opened up many doors for visual creations as well--the chapter graphics (this one is the best one IMO, and would be the cover if this was ever turned into a novel), moodboards (this one is my favorite, encompassing all three fics), and even a trailer for the third fic have given me so much to express, and hell, I'm even tagging certain gifs from george's other works that inspire me for this universe of suffering and it's all just so...great. I def remember the feelings I had when I came up with Atrophy, all of the aesthetics that have swirled in my head for it and some catharsis it gives me when I write the really visceral scenes.

(and for the fic shrine, I have one of those wooden mannequins that I love using for the moodboards to represent Nick in this ficverse)

3. Ficverse: Parker and Madison Stokes - CSI fanfic

There is just so much to this ficverse I love, and so much more I have yet to explore.

As I even state in the description of the series, I really had no direction at first--though I always knew who Parker and Madison's mother was, and am now running with that thread, it took me a few fics to really get a grasp on who they are, how they're like Nick, how're they're different than Nick, etc and I have found myself just so connected with Parker in particular. Their mother, Naomi, was the first OC I made for CSI and grew up with me as I grew up with her and with Parker, I feel like it's like I'm kinda getting more of that, especially with the themes I want to work on in First Flight (a fic which, will hopefully be another one of my best emotional ones though there's gonna be a gut wrench in the middle)

And on another personal level, I had felt so connected with my audience during the process of Last Breath--a fic which was literally handed to me on a platter by an amazing writer with both enough detail to tell me what they wanted but enough freedom for me to do what I wanted, and was made better with some pepper from others, that is an experience I'll always cherish and never forget. All of the discussions I had, all of the twists and turns that came in my head because of it...I didn't want that to end, and I guess that's probably why I'm still writing stories of these two kids, and still feel so invested which is why I'm going harder in First Flight 😂

(also worth noting the again, visual creations--I made an entire chapter of just that, which is a practice I intend to do with all my bigger fics like this one)

And if I ever get to it, I'd love to write the actual like, "San Diego" series I have in mind for Nick leading into this universe (well, and taking place alongside it, because my CSI: San Diego series would probably end with Madison's birth) but until then, I'm having a blast doing the occasional one-offs and again, doing that deeper dive in First Flight (have I said lately how much I am loving what I'm gonna do in that one? cause HOO BOY it's gonna be a trip) and just...having Nick and his kids, and the memory of a character that was meant as a conduit for me to interact with him, and all of the adventures along the way with returning faces and expansions on the newer ones (I love writing Cassie and Eli and how their relationships have evolved with Nick over time)

(and for the fic shrine, I have my own Dallas Cowboys Build-A-Bear named Nina that sleeps next to me every night)

4. Grave Danger edits/gifs

Being that Grave Danger is my all-time favorite episode of CSI, only fitting that some of my favorite photo based works (outside of what I’ve shared for fics cause trust me I am a fan of all of my GD fics too lol) have been made from that episode. I’ve been known to find ways to make so many things from just one episode before (coughDOCTOR WHO MIDNIGHT MONDAYScough) and trust me, if I had photoshop back in the day, I would have tenfold the amount of Grave Danger stuff

But anyway, here’s some of my favs off of the top of my head: running up that hill nick/greg gifset, still script edit, gif script edit (from a version of the script that changes a few things about the episode and make me wish we got it that way instead lol), a nick & grissom gifset--the style of which I did for a warrick version and intended to do a cath and sara one and probably still will someday, a hamilton inspired nick whump edit, down in a hole by alice in chains edit just to name a few!

5. General Nick Angst/Whump gifsets

Kinda cheating with all of this, I know, but I do kinda just lump certain creations together into categories, and this category is concepts made out of inspiration from songs/realizations/just sheer desire to do something grand for my favorite guy, and I have spent hours on a lot of these gifsets, more hours than usual when making gifs (well depending on how fast my computer is going that day lol)

Nick Angst set kinda focused on the trauma that made him a person (warning for the babysitter thing)

my shot from hamilton for Nick (I remember I did this after I had done a request of this for Jack 😂)

a quote that I’m pretty sure I did a mac set before for too, but the “break” gif is probably one of the best gifs I’ve ever made

i was from a very potter senior year for Nick because I was listening to that song on a loop for a whole week

just a crafty Nick whump set based on quotes said to him during times of hurt

[ilkkawhat]

Chapter (12/18): Swabs Rating: Explicit Chapter summary: Greg seems to be a little too nice to Nick as they return to the lab for more experiments, and Hodges meets up with an old friend for help. Chapter notes: HUGE warnings for this chapter, hence the rating change and addition dubcon tag: if you remember the anal swabs line from the pilot of the show...I’m sure you can put two and two together on what might be done to poor little Nick (and it won’t be the last time.) Plus, if anyone’s arachnophobic, there’s some stuff with a spider that I don't go into great detail on but even gave me the heebie jeebies when I wrote it.

If you want to avoid the super explicit/dubcon content, stop reading when Greg says "anal swabs," and there will be a little note at the end to describe what happened.

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[ilkkawhat]

got like five other fics i should be working on but here i am ready to dive in for another chapter of specimen stokes

[ilkkawhat]

it’s been a while. here’s another specimen stokes pulp novel inspired graphic I made cause I just can’t stop

read the fic here

[ilkkawhat]

legit tho does anybody else wish that some of the things they write could just be pulled out of their brain and played like a movie/tv show instead of written word? 

[ilkkawhat]

2.07 Caged

[ilkkawhat]

ain’t the final edit (if i ever post it) but just some...fun...specimen stokes-ish manips 😉

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