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fandom-imagination-ss · 9 months

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Imagine: the 10th doctor Realizing he loves you

you weren't the typical companion the Doctor ever had. you weren't mortal Sure you look like a human, acted like one and were even raised on Earth. buty you were from a distant planet that was Now Destroyed. you always Joke you were the "real life" Superman. being brought to earth on a space ship to go to earth for a second chance in life. and if you had "powers " Like Clark Kent the Doctor would of agreed but the Only ability you had was you aged slower. once you hit 20 you stopped aging.. and with your spiecies you wont age.. you will be alive. for tens of thousands of years. as long as you don't get murdered. you were the last of your speices. so when the doctor found you standing ontop of a table singing "Opps I did it again." he noticed you were completely different from humans. it was a small adventure saving the world from a Man eating Pudding that you joined the doctor and helped save the world and it took the doctor near the end of that jounrey to realize. you weren't human.

you also learned at that moment you were adopted. your parents never told you. those you figured you were.. it was just an unspoken conversation. the biggest Give away that they weren't your birth parents. was they weren't the same Skin tone as you.. and Genengically you knew- it didn't match.

but it was the first time it was spoken out loud. you decided to Join the Doctor on the Tartus when he said it could go Anywhere and Any time... that moment you realized you HAD to know how King tut acturally died. you loved Anicent Egpytain as a kid.. it came from the Brandon frasier Mummy movie. your frist love. being a Dorky Kid you read alot about the Boy king and there was so many different theories about how he died, inbreding being the most popular at the moment but it could of been because of an infection in his leg, from a wound he may or May not have got in battle, a Rotton Tooth, or his advsior Ai killing him so he coudl be with his wife.. who was also he's royal advisors granddaughter. but you were Dying to Know so the Doctor reached out his hadn and you grabbed it and ran off to Learn the mystery of the King..

the answer wasn't as thrilling as he died because of a chariot accident, or in battle. Or even because of Inbreeding (which you were leaning towards) it wasn't even because his Advisor wanted him dead so he could Rule.. Nope- he died From Disinterri and the Advisor and his wife couldn't have the King be remembered for that so they screwed with his body. you did get to see / Steal the dagger that was made from a meteorite. which- you had in your room. but the boy king wasn't as exciting- but then the doctor took you to Kalka a planet that you can breath under water and you forgot about the lame adventure. its been months. you were sitting in the Tarius it was raining accid outside. and the Tartus was parked in a cave as you read a book. the doctor was checking out the Tartus to make sure it was fine from the acid as you were reading yoru favorite book. you read it several times. it was a romantic book and the doctor snickere dand mocked you when you read it but you didn't care. you were at the heartbreaking part. your feet were laying over the arm rest as you were laying across the chair one hand holding the book the other having your mouth being covered by the other. Nod matter How many times you read the book it still stuns you at the part where the leading Man leaves. he chooses work over love and ditches the women he loves.. who he just married too. On their honeymood on a Island.

The doctor came in seeing you whip a tear awy from your face and seeing the cover of the book. he couldn't understand you re rereading a book, espically one that had a ending you always complined about- the leading lady Dumps her husband. who was trying to make amends for her second pick. you debut how she didn't really love him and how She was choose him because he worships the gronds she walks on vs the other guy. the doctor couldn't understand it.

seeing you smile weakly to yourself as you got to a Funny comeback someone said in the book. hte doctor couldn't help but feel his chest warm up. he hadn't noticed he felt differently towards you until last week. when you both visited a different Dimenison where King louie the fith was asking you to become his new wife. you declined saying you ahd the doctor. it wasn't abnormal for you Or him to just tell people you were togeher. on a mission. it was far simiplier then 'Oh we just travel time and Sapce togeher"

but this time. was different. this time the King made you prove that you were married to the Time lord.. The doctor noticed you get waves of bravery that sometimes your So brave and fearless he's stunned. And he can see the years of wisedom in your face. as you do something. and other times... you are scared of a big Moth and Shove him infront of you to deal with it. that day you were fearless and you pulled the doctor by he's jacket towards you as you kissed him. and Since that kiss he couldn't get you off his mind. you were like he other compaions in the past. the biggest thing that Seperated him from them. was the fact he woudl live on. when they died. and humans die So quickly. You on the other hand weren't going to die Quickly. your speices can live on for thousands of years.. it wasn't forever like him but over ten thousands years. of this? he barely hoped to dream. about Not being lonely. but he could see a real future. and that scared him. he wasn't meant to have normal things life a partner or stability but you weren't Nomral. and it was finally clicking into his mind how wonderful he's life could be. he already saw you as he's best friend. but now he wasn't so Sure if that was all.

he must of made a noise because before he could hide, or pretend he wasn't just watching you. you looked up from your book and saw the doctor. you smiled fixing yourself up from the chair, "Acid rain stop?"

"No dry as rain."

"Dry as rain?" you questioned as he smiled walking over to you reaching his hand out, "ready for a adventure?" you nodded your head as you reached up grabbing his hand. he's entire hand can cover your entire hand. the first thing you Did once 18. was go to a plastic surgeries to see if a doctor could make you rhands bigger. you swear at the age of 13 your hands stopped growing. you had tiny hands and the Moment anyone ntoiced how tiny your hands were it was A HUGE topic of conversation so much so that you felt uncomfortable about flashing your hands around. of All the things you wished you had different on you, slimmer, bigger boobs, none of that compared to your hatred to your hands.. then you learned that Hand transplant for comsic. Not a thing. the Doctor suggested other surguries which you refused as he suggested getting Long Nails..

Which you tired. for years in high school to grow your nails out. to make them long and fancy. but your nails were brittle. you always chipped them in the most inconvinent time and always right down to the quick. and having One short nail and nine long nails drove you crazy. then you figured. getting the Gel tips. would be the soultion.. but you did the math.. 80 dollars a month. MAYBE two if you can push it.. but then with the tip it was basically 90.. and 90 times 12 is TOO MUCH MONEY! SO you decided Short and trimmed nails and the just try to get over your insecurities. it wasn't a big deal till you met the Doctor. you mentioned it Once how you wanted hands transplants. cause your hands were So tiny ( you fit childerns gloves! with No issue)

The Doctor was horrified as he grabbed your hands asking why. and said how beauitful your hands were. and how he could never get use to you having someone elses hands. and how your little hands fit perfectly in his hands which. made your heart Glow. you had crushes before and had a few partners. But None of them EVER Made your heart glow by a sweet comment.

getting dragged up you got up as He and you walked outside hand in hand.as you walked outside to still be in the cave to see the rain started again.

"yea..I choose Life.!" you comment turning back as the doctor pulled you back as he speaks, 'You know you've been traveling with me now for two years. One earth."

"Really?" it couldn't have been that long. it only felt like yesterday you met the doctor as he wrapped your arm around his and held your hand with both hands as he spoke, "You still like it?"

"Do I still like traveling? and exploring? yea? Yeah, I love it."

"Not getting tired of me yet?" shaking your head weakly, 'Nah- you are anything but Boring Doctor. I would Never use the word boring to describe you."

"What word would you use?'

looking at him as you spoke, " Fascinating." The doctor grinned brightly at you as he nudged you, 'Anything else?"

"Wonderfully- humble." You both laughed as you spoke, "And what about me? what word would you use to describe me?"

"Beloved."

you laughed weakly shaking your head and looking at the rain. the doctor smiled weakly as he spoke, "I Love you Y/n?'

you turned to him speechless. "really?"

he nodded his head face, "yup."

"I love you too."

you btoh turned to each other as you stepped closer to him as he cupped your cheek softly as you shared a simple kiss

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miajolensdevotion · 1 year

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June 15, 2021

Verse: 2 chronicles 24 Write/ Copy Gods words :

Joash Repairs the Temple 24 cJoash1 was seven years old when he began to reign, and he reigned forty years in Jerusalem. His mother’s name was Zibiah of Beersheba. 2 dAnd Joash did what was right in the eyes of the Lord all the days of Jehoiada the priest. 3 Jehoiada got for him two wives, and he had sons and daughters. 4 After this Joash edecided to frestore the house of the Lord. 5 And he gathered the priests and the Levites and said to them, “Go out to the cities of gJudah and gather from all Israel money to repair the house of your God from year to year, and see that you act quickly.” But the Levites did not act quickly. 6 So the king summoned Jehoiada the chief and said to him, “Why have you not required the Levites to bring in from Judah and Jerusalem hthe tax levied by Moses, the servant of the Lord, and the congregation of Israel for ithe tent of testimony?” 7 For jthe sons of Athaliah, that wicked woman, had broken into the house of God, and had also used all kthe dedicated things of the house of the Lord for the Baals. 8 So the king commanded, and they made a chest and set it outside the gate of the house of the Lord. 9 And lproclamation was made throughout Judah and Jerusalem to bring in for the Lord hthe tax that Moses the servant of God laid on Israel in the wilderness. 10 And all the princes and all the people rejoiced and brought their tax and dropped it into the chest until they had finished.2 11 And whenever the chest was brought to the king’s officers by the Levites, when they saw that there was much money in it, the king’s secretary and the officer of the chief priest would come and empty the chest and take it and return it to its place. Thus they did day after day, and collected money in abundance. 12 And the king and Jehoiada gave it to those who had charge of the work of the house of the Lord, and they hired masons and carpenters to restore the house of the Lord, and also workers in iron and bronze to repair the house of the Lord. 13 So those who were engaged in the work labored, and the repairing went forward in their hands, and they restored the house of God to its proper condition and strengthened it. 14 And when they had finished, they brought the rest of the money before the king and Jehoiada, and with it mwere made utensils for the house of the Lord, both for the service and for the burnt offerings, and dishes for incense and vessels of gold and silver. And they offered burnt offerings in the house of the Lord regularly all the days of Jehoiada. 15 But Jehoiada grew old and full of days, and died. He was 130 years old at his death. 16 And they buried him in the city of David among the kings, because he had done good in Israel, and toward God and his house. 17 Now after the death of Jehoiada the princes of Judah came and paid homage to the king. Then the king listened to them. 18 And they abandoned the house of the Lord, the God of their fathers, and served othe Asherim and the idols. And pwrath came upon Judah and Jerusalem for this guilt of theirs. 19 qYet he sent prophets among them to bring them back to the Lord. rThese testified against them, but they would not pay attention. Joash’s Treachery 20 sThen the Spirit of God clothed Zechariah tthe son of Jehoiada the priest, and he stood above the people, and said to them, “Thus says God, u‘Why do you break the commandments of the Lord, so that you cannot prosper? vBecause you have forsaken the Lord, he has forsaken you.’ ” 21 But wthey conspired against him, xand by command of the king they stoned him with stones in the court of the house of the Lord. 22 Thus Joash the king did not remember the kindness that Jehoiada, Zechariah’s father, had shown him, but killed his son. And when he was dying, he said, “May the Lord see yand avenge!”3 Joash Assassinated 23 At the end of the year zthe army of the Syrians came up against Joash. They came to Judah and Jerusalem and destroyed all the princes of the people from among the people and sent all their spoil to the king of Damascus. 24 Though the army of the Syrians had come with few men, athe Lord delivered into their hand a very great army, vbecause Judah4 had forsaken the Lord, the God of their fathers. Thus they bexecuted judgment on Joash. 25 When they had departed from him, leaving him cseverely wounded, dhis servants conspired against him because of the blood of ethe son5 of Jehoiada the priest, and killed him on his bed. So he died, and they buried him in the city of David, fbut they did not bury him in the tombs of the kings. 26 Those who conspired against him were Zabad the son of Shimeath the Ammonite, and Jehozabad the son of Shimrith the Moabite. 27 Accounts of his sons and of the many oracles against him and of gthe rebuilding6 of the house of God are written in the hStory7 of the Book of the Kings. And Amaziah his son reigned in his place.

What is your favourite verse or verses?

15 But Jehoiada grew old and full of days, and died. He was 130 years old at his death. 16 And they buried him in the city of David among the kings, because he had done good in Israel, and toward God and his house.

Explain in your own words what you just read:

This was a long and mostly blessed reign. Joash (also called Jehoash in 2 Kings 12, simply a variant spelling) fell short of full commitment and complete godliness, but he did advance the cause of God in the kingdom of Judah.

Commitment / what will i do : I will implies that when Jehoiada died, Jehoash no longer did what was right in the sight of the LORD

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rinnysmuses · 3 years

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[im going to go to bed and possibly cry my eyes out]

#;ooc #i fucking hate this #i hate it so much i hate this #i hate this #i shouldnt have to do this but i do #fuck this shit #fuckthis shit so much #i cant do anything about it because my work place just thinks mental illnesses are not that serious #and i cant find anyone at the moment around me to dx me with whatever is wrong with me #i dont have any irl support and i honest to god feel like im fucking dying #i wanna just throw myself off a cliff so bad #shit is bad #its so bad lol #and tomorrow is gonna be really bad and i just #im going to be dand im gonna squeeze my seal plush

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

so, the weather??? HAHAHA, anyway friends, i hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget consult the rules if you want to request for some Kaz smut. Love u. O

#kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz x kruge #kaz brekker au #kaz brekker smut #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker could break my legs with his cane and i would say thank you #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker #shadow and bone smut #inejgayfa #jesper fahey #kaz x jesper

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Hello ! I was wondering if we could have some series recs ? I’ve really been into reading series lately. I love the author reader interactions and just the sheer talent of writers like yourself blow my Ming like whattt? howw do y’all make drafts, plot lines , general timelines of events , well rounded personalities etc it’s so amazing.

I also have some recs of my own. @saintobio has some amazing angst series like some real tear jerkers. You will love her suna one and she’s currently working on a gojo one, I am hooked, just like with unloving miya atsumu. Hope you enjoy

I also read @saintobio's works, too. Especially wastelands? Wow, I felt a lotta emotions and I'm so jealous of how she created such an amazing work. (my only issue and gripe are the names, bc y’know, it’s in Japan and all but that’s me) She really crafted a world so desolate that you can feel it from a macro scale down to the micro - which are the characters and all.

I’ve actually gave out fic recommendations which you can check here and here.

Buuuut, here’s a new list on some new fics I’ve loved for a while, and some very recent:

Disappear by @sebbys-girl. (Marvel, Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader) This was just FULL of angst from the start, where everybody was against the reader and she just took it in, for a half-assed reason. The action is just as good too (which I’m really jealous about) and the new characters, which were flesh out interestingly but didn’t take over and weren’t OP compared to the already existing characters.

the fire’s out but it still burns by deeppoeticgirl. (Naruto, Sakura Haruno x Sasuke Uchiha) I’m a SasuSaku fan, and I’ve actually been following this art blog @dymx and she has these amazing art and would link artists that she inspired works from. Also, this fic has everything I want in an angst fic with these two :”>

Beastly Possession by Whild Rhov. (Fairy Tail, Lucy Heartfilia x Natsu Dragneel) Fair warning, this is really detailed, has themes you might be uncomfortable with, but is a hell of a ride. Rhov went hard on this fic, delving into certain things regarding Dragon Slayer magic Hiro Mashima won’t give us (lol)

Forgotten Flame by Little Falcon (Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Haru Miura x ???) One of my favorites when I was younger, because I was so intrigued by the premise of that mysterious person of a mysterious undiscovered faction (i dont know the name of this trope haha). The mystery leading up to the other pair had me gnawing and the ending was so worth it all.

The Long Way Home by the general girl (Naruto, Sakura Haruno x Sasuke Uchiha). Sooo, this one has amnesia au, a troubled Sakura, and an annoying side-character. It’s really fun because Sakura is a mess with her feelings but just wants to see Sasuke well, even though he doesn’t know her.

make me complete once again by dandelionpetals. (Genshin Impact, Kaeya Alberich x Diluc Ragnvindr) I just read this recently and oh my god- OH MY GOD YES THE ANGST. I love this kinda angst, to be honest. Y’all will have to read to find out why I love it so much.

Changes by nerdymama. (Pokemon Sword/Shield, Leon/Dande x Sonia). Okay, to be honest, I shipped them so hard when I was playing and I’m a sucker for childhood friends-to-lovers trope. BUT! As the title suggests, there’re changes that happened in the fic that testified not only their relationship, but on each other’s psyche for the better. It’s also the fic that really helped inspire me to work on my Sakusa fic.

The Story of Us by thesweetnerd. (Haikyuu!! Atsumu Miya x Kiyoomi Sakusa) Another amnesia au that just stings and stings with each chapter, I was bawling in a few of them to be honest. Such a satisfying read to the end.

In The Dark Of The Night, I Long For The Light by StarTears. (Genshin Impact, Diluc Ragnvindr x Lumine/Traveler) Ehe, this was my first Genshin fic that I read, because Diluc piqued my interest. It’s really deep and delves into immortality’s complications, one’s dignity, one’s mission, and the fact that there’s someone for them that they have to choose against everything.

Subterfuge by @bunsterjonez. (Marvel, Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader) My god, this was one of the early MCU fics I’ve read that really made me fall in love with Bucky Barnes. It’s a slow burn, mind you, but it’s just sooooo goooooooood! I aspire to reach her level of creativity, honestly.

I have a hard time getting to focus on fics I’ve been dying to read, because I almost always find myself going back to these.

Also, writing can be that much work and all, but at the end of the day, the most important key element to it is: just have fun :) It’s more than writing for an audience, you’re writing for yourself :)

#alicemitch09 answers #fic recommendation #i may or may not expand this list #i had to dig deep into my ff.net faves

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ducktracy · 7 years

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inviouswriting · 4 years

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Angel of Death

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Polyship with @maiden-born-in-snow

Kivera centered.

Kivera brought them to a dying world, she had to show them her capabilities, in hopes each of them understood her role. She knew Shuri understood once she had told her, but witnessing it first hand, people end up changing once they witness the magnitude of the reaper in her nature.

Ardbert felt the same helplessness when it came to The First, when his friends were trying to prevent and end. Kivera explained that this world they were in was meant to die. There was no saving it.

It was barren, decayed throughout itself. Divinity even did not try to tell Kivera different, and Estinien always knew the rae power within their supernatural lover. Little did he know how much she held back in their fights.

Within seconds the world was lit ablaze glowing and crumbling in ashes as it burned like a funeral pyre. Kivera was not the same being they were accustomed to, she dropped the facade of the miqo'te, the succubus. The demon they knew. This was her destructive power that loomed under her hands always.

The angel of death. The men shielded Shuri as much as possible even against Shuri's dands to move as this was something Kivera trusted her to see.

The cold calculating stare in deep green eyes. The broad black and white wings held open.

The souls trapped within the earth rose to her scythe as she sat on the snath like a witch waiting for the last one. Much like how she has always done with mass collecting.

Estinien felt he was staring at Nidhogg's open mouth ready to spew flames at him when he looked at Kivera.

Ardbert felt like he was looking at the sin eater that he fought.

They understood full well that this being is powerful in the sense of how deadly and destructive she is. Estinien commits to memory the red of her eyes, Ardbert commits to memory the cold stare devoid of emotion as she just hovers in her spot with a upward spout of souls swirling about her.

Shuri goes by the calm demeanor Divinity has around Kivera. She doesnt show fear like the men do. She understands, this is how Kivera is and always will be. Something she sees that goes unnoticed by others is the steady stream of tears that falls from the reaper’s eyes, free like rivers. Or how the subtle deep blue among her green irises show so much more.

She is a force of nature that demands the respect. She can be gentle as taking your hand or using the weapon she sits on. She is scared of the destruction, not the person wielding that force.

When Kivera finishes collecting the last soul, Divinity raises a protection spell around them as Kivera sends them back to stand on the edge of Mor Dhona looking towards The Keeper of the Lake.

"That was what she wanted to show us? How much she can take lives?" Ardbert goes through the emotions of what he witnessed. Divinity expected it.

"No, she wanted us to understand her being. She doesn't do it willingly."

"Seemed willing to me."

"She has to do it." Divinity counters.

"She has a choice to not to." He still has yet to understand and know her.

"She is a servant of the underworld.. that is her role given to her by fate itself." Divinity looks to Estinien.

"It is okay for him to feel that emotion. But to also remember this is someone we love." Shuri interjects. She looks at Divinity both of her eyes gold in color understanding that in this form she is completely blind. So Shuri takes her hand in her own and presses it to her face.

"It doesn't change what we already feel, though we're scared, but it does not change what we know she can do for us too. How gentle she is when she handles scared souls and those afraid of death." Divinity nods in agreement, she knows first hand of Kivera's kindness in how she didn't let her feel pain as she burned.

Ardbert is still weary seeing their reaper lover actually do her role altered his feelings a bit. But even he understood it is her role. Even if it terrified him. He won’t soon forget the image of the reaper standing in a world on fire, looking as if she belonged there.

Estinien holds new respect in the same feeling of how the dragons are. Fierce, proud, terrifying when mad, and immensely strong. He gives a glance back to Divinity, seeing her staring straight ahead of herself. Lost in her own world, her right eye changes back to grayish blue and focuses on him. Shuri is settled next to Divinity watching their supernatural lover summon flames around herself to cleanse her spirit.

Kivera is back to the form they recognize, the miqo’te looking for arms to fall into. Shuri is first to offer hers, and expected Kivera to half pounce on her, minding her slightly smaller form compared to her. Kivera nuzzles her face into Shuri’s horns acting like she didn’t just take out a whole realm itself.

Shuri thumbs away free tears that she feels in her neck from the reaper. Estinien is first next to them to see the shake of Kivera’s shoulders. Divinity has taken Ardbert just out of earshot to talk to him let him get his feelings out. She understands the hero that can’t save the world.

“She acts like nothing even happened.” He had still yet to be shown her inner natures of her trust the way the three have.

“You were not really seeing her then.” Divinity responds simple.

“What do you mean? I think I saw her perfectly clear.”

“Did you? Why not recall your memories just now. Was she really menacing or uncaring?” Divinity sits down on a broken airship piece, and waits for Ardbert to calm down.

Ardbert closes his eyes recalling the fresh memory of Kivera hovering in place near them. The emotionless face she wore, blue eyes tired of the destruction. He remembers the color being her sorrowful, then the tears if one looked right.

“Why did she cry?”

“Ah, so you did see it. I was worried you would have let your anger cloud your mind so much that you missed it.” Divinity smiles brief and kicks her feet out a bit.

“You are not answering me.”

“It is a question that is already answered. You know why.”

“She cries for the souls of the lost?”

“Correct. Anytime she has to take a world. She cries for them. Even if she throws the flames herself.” Divinity closes her eyes raising her head towards the sunlight shining through the gloom.

“Why does she keep doing this then if she doesn’t want to?”

“For the spirits of our circle. We’re born of tragedy. If a new circle was to surface they would be just like us. Suffering till they awaken. She hopes by remaining a servant to the underworld. It means that a new circle never has to come.”

“She does this for you and yours?”

“Aye.” Ardbert looks back towards the group, Estinien collecting both girls into his arms to carry home.

“It might take time to warm up.”

“Of course.” Divinity gets up to go meet the others helping take Kivera onto her back, thankful the reaper chose an easy form to carry her in. Ardbert would be weary of her knowing just how much power lies within that form. He prays that they never see that in this world.

#polyship #shuri fontaye #estinien #Estinien wyrmblood #Divinity Libra #ff14 ardbert #Kivera Siverstein

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sensiblegirl-fe · 4 years

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Will you Still Love Me Tomorrow?

⚠🔞NSFW🔞⚠

ENG: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24275569

ITA: https://efpfanfic.net/viewstory.php?sid=3910401&i=1

Summary:

"Listen to me this won't change things between us, do you understand?" Raihan pointed out trying to be as clear as possible. "I love you, not your title." He continued, wiping Leon's tears with his thumb, which had started to run down his face again. [...] "No, really, don't treat me differently just because - You should be angry, I shouldn't have said such a thing." Leon said quickly. "But I'm fine now, okay? I know that nothing serious has happened, I mean, I'm not dying, it's just that - It's not like I'm afraid that my boyfriend will look at me differently or that I have disappointed my brother in some way. It's not like I'm afraid of people's gazes as soon as I'll step out of the house or the sharp words of journalists. I don't even know what I'll do tomorrow morning, but I'm fine." Raihan listened in silence to Leon's outburst who, meanwhile, was trying to recover from it, from those emotions that had overwhelmed him, even surprising himself.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Sword & Shield | Pokemon Sword & Shield Versions

Relationship: Dande | Leon/Kibana | Raihan

Characters: Dande | Leon; Kibana | Raihan; Hop (Pokemon)

Additional Tags: Porn With Plot; Porn with Feelings; Fluff; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Emotional Hurt; Established Relationship; light humor; Light Angst; Blow Jobs; Morning Sex; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Hand Jobs; Anxiety; Insecurity; Dirty Talk; Top Kibana | Raihan; Bottom Dande | Leon; Rough Sex; Spoilers; Post-Game(s); Slice of Life; Domestic Fluff; Domestic; Arguing; Arguing & Making Up; Making Up; Pet Names; Come Eating; Praise Kink; Size Kink; Large Cock

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heybiji · 2 years

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Robin Peaseblossom

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd character #original character #robin peaseblossom #but actually #dandelion treehollow #in disguise #he was robin until session 63!!#it was cool but also boy was I excited when I got to introduce dande properly #over the course of the game characters learned more and more that robin was probably a false identity to varying degrees #ravelers #it's a practical disguise so dandelion was dying every day in the summer heat in this getup #also his flirting for fun with people he figured would not be interested in ‟robin‟ backfired spectacularly #biji draws #biji plays #robin's catchphrase: ‟I love secrets.‟

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cherrythepuppet · 5 months

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Random shit I wrote

Antoni and Grover belong to @trashcanplant

I WANT TO SAY RIGHT NOW I WAS BORED OKAY also Penny's full name revealed??

Poppy sat in her grandma chair while Penny sat on the floor coloring in a coloring book she got for Christmas when the two heard a knock on the door

Poppy made a squawk and Penny chuckled "I'll get it" She said before getting up and heading over to the door "Hello there person! What can-" "Penn?"

Penny froze and her eyes widened and she looked down at the ground "Leave this place right now." She demanded "Penn...C'mon it took me forever to find ya" They said

"I don't care, you have until the afternoon to get out of here and never come back" Penny told them "Penelope Jane Peaches! You don't get to treat your father like this!" They replied

"George, you stopped being my dad the day you left me and ma" Penny glared at him. George scoffed "I never left-" "It was in the middle of May! My god damn birth month!"

"Don't try to fucking gaslight me...Now leave" George stared at Penny "You ain't the same girl I took care of" He mumbled but then Penny shut the door on him

"Who was at the door?" Poppy asked "Nobody important" Penny sighed as she sat back on the ground then continued drawing

Poppy looked at Penny concerned but didn't want to press it any further "Do you think anyone will care if I hid a body in the forest?" "wHaT-"

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George sighed "I spent almost a year trying to find her...I thought she would have gotten over it" He said to himself

Dandy watched the entire thing from her bedroom window "Antoni? Could you take over the shop for me today?" Dandy asked "Sure thing Candace!" Antoni exclaimed "DON'T-" Dandy paused

"I'm going out" She mumbled before grabbing her purse and shoes She put her shoes on then put her hair up in a ponytail before she left the House Shops to greet George

"Hello there! My name is Dandy But you'll call me Miss Candy. Now tell what you were doing at the Partridge resident" Dandy told him

George froze for a second "Well- You see my daughter lives here and-" He was cut off as Dandy hit him with her purse "OW!- What the fuck was that for?!" He shouted

"You really think I wouldn't know you? I'm friends with your daughter's girlfriend and I've been Penny's therapist before" Dandy grinned as her eye twitched

Dandy hit him with her purpse again "WHAT IS IN YOUR PURSE?!" George shouted gaining the neighborhood's attention Dandy kept hitting George with her purse as he fell to the ground "Hard candies!" Dandy exclaimed "BEAT HIS ASS!" Sally shouted

"Let him get up, Let him get up!" Barnaby yelled while Dandy kept hitting George "MOVE! I WANT A TURN!" Grover shouted, Grover kicked George in the rib "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" George yelled

Penny and Poppy looked out the window "BEAT HIS ASS GROVER!" Penny called out "Is that Dandy?!" Poppy asked

"FUCKING YEAH DANDS! Suddenly I'm getting flashbacks to Highschool" Antoni said "Alright Now we gotta drag him outta here" Grover added

Dandy froze once she realized the entire neighborhood saw her "I uhm- Bye!" She chuckled nervously before running back to her shop

"Wow- That's the longest she's been out here!" Antoni exclaimed "We should sacrifice George" Penny spoke up "Agreed" Grover replied....

BONUS

"Okay david-" Grover was cut off as Penny spoke "How many pickels can't you shove up your ass?" The oujia board then moved the the little thing to nine

"NINE PICKLES?!" Antoni shouted then the thing moved to one "NINTY-ONE PICKLES?!" Dandy asked before the thing moved to zero

"NINE HUNDRED AND TEN?!" Grover screamed, Penny was fucking dying from laughter "HOW CAN YOU SHIVE THAT MANY PICKLES UP YOUR ASS?! PENNY WHY WOULD YOU ASK THAT?!" Dandy and Grover shouted

#welcome home #welcome home oc #penny peaches #fanfic #Grover haymaker #welcome home barnaby #welcome home poppy #Welcome home Sally #Antoni Pizza Rio #Dandy Candy #Crackfic #IM SORRY ABOUT THE BONUS MY FRIEND SAID TO DO IT AS A JOKEEE

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elysianblessing-old · 5 years

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Hmm... malfunction, Bing?

“H-H-Hey, du-udes!” Bing grins widely as he goes into the lab, his movements a bit stiff and jagged as he waves one hand. He tilts his head a little, clearing his throat slightly and letting his hand fall at his side.

Google jumps a little, fumbling what he was holding and blinking a bit before it registers; he looks up at Bing, pushing himself to stand as his core begins to whir softly. “Are.. you feeling alright?” He asks simply, brushing his hands off on his shirt as Bing frowns in confusion.

“Hah— y-yea-ah, bro! I-I-I’m d-dand-dy!” Bing says brightly, trying to nod a little (though the joint seemed a bit stuck) as he goes over to Google; who just starts to scan over Bing, moving to hold onto his arm gently.

A few moments went by of silence from Google (and small grumbles of confusion from Bing) before the former speaks. “Clearly not true.” He says simply, shaking his head as he lets go. “Your systems appear to be malfunctioning.”

Bing flinches a little at the word, clearing his throat a bit and looking away. “W-Well, maybe a li-itl-le! Bu-u-ut it happens a loooo-ot, dude! I’m f-fine!”

“How often?” Google asks simply, sitting down and pulling Bing to sit next to him as he grabs his laptop; frowning a little at Bing’s silence. “I suppose that’s my answer.” He grumbles softly, shaking his head. “No matter. We can fix it. At least so that you’re capable of proper movement and speech without risk of really breaking.”

(Send me a word + one/two characters and I’ll write a short fic!~)

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frivery · 3 years

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Happy birthday to Metallion! It's 5 years old now! This is a piece where Metallion is instructed to watch some of the Blue Kingdom's youth, its first real encounter with them which would eventually lead to many, many, more! 08/26/2021

One of the dragons has Plague primal eyes under the cute so beware of that!

The meadow grass swayed slightly in the breeze, windchimes that one of the youths had hung onto one of the low corners of the Sinking Library's tilted ceiling singing softly with each shift of air flow. It had been watching its creator, Lupus, smelt iron from afar earlier that very day, littlelings running and giggling as they had given its master a hard time. Not that he had seemed to mind, he had smiled then. Metallion was of no need that day, the air was dry and warm according to its inner thermostat, so Lupus was free to work without need of aid. Eventually, the young beings had asked its creator to play with them but Lupus had offer it instead. Now, Metallion was sitting in the sun of a wide-open meadow near the edge of the Kingdom's walls, watching three littlelings flit about like energized fireflies across the open field.

'Keep an eye on them' Lupus had instructed, a giggling creature hanging out of its arm. 'Protect them, make sure they all stay safe.'

And Metallion was. Passively watching them play but keen for signs of trouble. Not unlike what it would do for Lupus. Watch, but remain out of the way, guard but from a respectful distance. The littleling girl, with eyes too many and acid-green in color, sprinted across the meadow. Feet bare and purple dress kicking up behind her with how wide her gait was. It took only a few moments for her to reach it, skidding to a halt with her hands behind her back. Metallion stared at the girl, silent, as she shuffled her dirty feet further into the earth streaking the tops of her feet with small amounts it.

"Mr.Metalman." she said, voice light and childish, missing one of her top-front teeth that showed when she spoke. It was not a man, nor was it called Metalman or Mr, but it did not interrupt the littleling. Even its own creator had other names he called it.

"Me, Meko, and Ayano, wanted to thank you for taking us out to play." Meko and Ayano, it did not know which imperial youth had which name, but both were quietly beginning to follow her path across the field. Much slower than she had.

"So, we made you this!" she pulled her hands out from behind her back, holding out in her slightly-chubby, dirt and grass-stained hands a flimsy crown made of dying dandelions. The puffs were missing little pieces, the breeze taking a few seedlings at every breath. Metallion blinked, it had seem them picking flowers but had not particularly noted what they were making with it. It viewed Lupus' metal work similarly.

One of the boys, the taller of the two with the expected deep purple of a Shadowbinder dragon, stepped up behind the short girl. He, too, was dirty, his feet and hands stained with grass blood along with his wrinkled shirt.

"We used dandelions for it becaus' they have manes like a lion and you also have a mane like a lion." he was also missing some of his teeth, grin filled with gaps. Metallion turned its gaze briefly to the last of the three, one of arcane magic, adopted son of one of the powerful people, the imperial seeming to sense its gaze and hiding slightly behind the other imperial.

The girl reached the flower crown out to it, regaining its attention, Metallion waited before kneeling onto the earth, dirt pressed into the cracks of its jointed being, pressing its bronze-hands to the ground and lowering its head like a defeated soldier. The girl was small, much much smaller than the boys with which she played though the three did not seem so dissimilar in development. Young and pudgy, ungraceful, but old enough to speak and understand, to read.

It could feel the light brush along the floral of its mane, the plant put within it coming out between joints but mostly freed into a sun around its face, the girl's hands delicately touching Metallion as it was crowned. The golem waited, empty, as the girl took her hands away and put her hands on her hips in a self-satisfied way. Only sitting back up when it was sure her delicate hands were no longer dangerous close. It could feel the flowers resting on the tops of its mane, a vague but almost nonexistent weight.

"Thank you." Its voice deep, echoing throughout the small empty spaces inside its own body, coming out hollow and coppery.

The small girl smiled brightly, grin wide, a toothy display of pure childish delight. The taller boy seemed pleased too, lifting his head up slightly as he crossed his arms.

"What is yer name, exactly? Mal'nourne's just been calling you the Metalman all day. You know how dwarves are with mechanicals." the imperial asked, dirty hands being shoved into his simple cotton pant pockets. Mal'nourne, that must be the name of the girl, and she was so small because she was a thing called a dwarf. It had heard that its creator, Lupus, was not dissimilar to one of those and he was very small compared to most of the other beings it had met.

"I am called metallion."

"Oh, so ya' are a lion!" Like an accomplishment for the boy.

"Medal... met-... metdal." the girl with many eyes seemed to be biting her tongue on the sound.

"Metalion..." piped up the smaller of the two human littlelings, peaking out slightly from behind the normal-eyed boy as he continued to grip the back of his friend's shirt. This being was closer but not quite correct, either, the golem continuing to sit unjudging as the young creatures continued to try to say its name. Eventually, the tallest spoke up.

"Alright, alright, maybe we could come up wit' somethin' else ta call ya'? Like... Dande. For Dandelion, cause of the mane."

"Danda?" the soft-voiced youth responded.

"Yeah, sure, Danda." his friend agreed, glancing at Mal'nourne who nodded childishly in affirmation.

"You may call me... Danda." the Golem agreed, allowing the littlelings to back in their achievement. It had never been given a gift before, if the small ones wanted to call it something new it would allow for that.

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chaoticobservationexpert · 7 years

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Shivagami’s Brain Waves Deciphered (Thoughts Shivagami thought throughout)

It’s okay, really. So what if my husband has a slightly dysfunctional left arm (well, not THAT dysfunctional after all). My brother-in-law is a just king and his wife is a king hearted person. They work for the welfare of the kingdom and that’s all that matters. When it comes to the matter of the kingdom, nothing else matters.

The king, my brother-in-law has passed away. And so has his wife, leaving behind a son. *The maid brings the son of the deceased king* Such a pretty little kid. But he has no parents. All alone in this world now. *Holds his hand but he grasps her index finger* WTF ! Which new born has such strength that even I, a 30-40 year old cannot free my finger. I need to name him a name that suits his game man ! “Baahubali”

But what now ? *Sits in a yogic posture* *In deep thought*

Both the boys are way too young to be named as king. My husband ... Oh no ! The constitution doesn’t accept that. Martand and his men are approaching the throne sooner than I thought. I have Kattappa and Kattappa be the best so my and the kids life is safe. Screw the husband. He’s of no use. I’ll turn Martand’s men to my side and have him killed. I’ll rule in the stead of the future king. *Phew* Well, one thing is fixed now at least.

Well, now that it’s all on my “Vachan” and since my “Vachan” is the “Shasan”, time to take serious decisions. I need to educate the kids myself apart from what the “Guru” teaches them since mother is the first teacher. But I need to remember : no discrimination between the kids. They are both mine. *Expression of determination*

I will teach my children to walk on the path of “dharma” and “truth” and to always follow the constitution. It doesn’t matter where they land up. People shouldn’t get a chance to point out that they haven’t been brought up well. *Taught them/work done*

Kattappa will teach them weapons. Kattappa be the best so my kids be the best. Amrendra loves him, it’s good they have a bond. The child is too kind and helping and too sweet for his own age. And too understanding according to his maturity. A perfect blend of his parents. I wish he becomes the king of this “mahaan saamrajya” some day. *The fuck. Where did that come from. Well, for one, even my heart knows he is deserving. I can’t believe I love him more than my own son. Then again, he deserves that. Always there.*

*Kaalkeya attacks*

Since he spoke in derogatory terms to the “Rajmaata” of this “mahaan samrajya”, whoever brings his head becomes the king. *Yeah man ! Time for some revenge* *Rubs hands in anticipation*

Bhallal Deva killed him. Agreed. He brought me his head. Agreed.

But I want Baahu to become the king. Therefore, a person who kills enemies is a warrior but if he saves the life of even a single innocent, he’s a king. Therefore, Amrendra Baahubali will be the king. *Logic applied*

I have to walk for the festival. The elephant has gone mad. Let Kattappa save the common folk. My son will save me.

See. My hero. Parmeshwara is taken out on yatra before festivals so that he can bless the people and take away their pains and since my son is no less than Parmeshwara himself, he will do the same. Let Kattappa go with him.

Bhalla doesn’t talk to me much. But I am the first in the “family” to know that he is in love. Cool ! So, now he gets the wife he wants. Do the preparations.

The girl refused. WTF. How can she say no to the “Rajmaata” of this “mahaan saamrajya”. Ask Baahu to imprison her and bring her here.

*Sees her* *Well, she is beautiful af. So it’s okay. But need to keep her under control*

Go and stand next to your deemed-to-be. *Starts her walk towards Baahu* The fuck that is wrong with her. I mean, okay, he is hot and happening. I agree. Sugar, spice and everything nice, I agree. But this is too much.

I want her imprisoned. *Baahu took her side* The fuck that’s wrong with him now.

5 incidents later :

Well, now that Baahu is gone, I think I made a mistake. Baahu could never be his parents. Gotta have him killed but with cunningness. Gotta keep my hands clean.

Kattappa ! Kill Baahubali !

*Kattappa return with bloodied hands. He’s dead. Shivagami is wrong. The truth of the game opens*

Man ! I have been a real bitch. Killed my own son. Well, technically not my own still very much my own. Gotta save the kid now.

My own son is a tyrant. I killed the one I thought was Parmeshwara. Now gotta save him. Dying in process is acceptable. I did commit a crime after all and “Mahishmati ka dand samvidhaan sabhi ke liye ek samaan hai” as said by myself. *Feels super duper, overly, head achingly, heart breakingly guilty and runs to save the kid*

“PARMESHWRA”

“......Mahishmati ke liye. Iss balak ko jeena hoga. Amrendra Bahubali ko jeena hoga.”

30 years later, up in the skies ....!

Well, Amrendra, I know i was despicable, but .....

*Mother and son share an emotional moment*

Anyways, my grandson is so perfect. And look, he even uses my words - Ye hai mera vachan aur mera vachan he hai sashan !

Such an adorable kid he is. Devasena looks so regal in the royal attire after so long. And Avanthika, doesn’t she remind you of Devasena when you met her. All fiery and full of energy. You Baahubali men. You always go for women with temper. Anyways, I think I can die peacefully now. Oi wait ! I am already dead. Imma forgot that. *winks*

JAI MAHISHMATI

#baahubali shivagami popular

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bnhascenariosheadcannonsimagines · 7 years

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Bakugou /izuku/ kaminari/toshinori walking into their s/o shop where they redesign skate board arts on the back ( like if someone didn't like what's on the bottom they commission them to repaint the whole bottom of the board to what they want). And it's late at night and their s/o is working and looks like they might pass out cuz they are so tired from doing so many boards?

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he walked into your shop around midnight. “Go to bed dipshit.” he grumbled as he saw you still sitting at your desk painting. “I’m almost done though.” you sighed and leaned back a little for him to place a kiss on his lips as he came over and stood over you. “I get it, you like painting. I like being a hero. But you need sleep.” he arched an eyebrow at you and you sighed again. “You only sigh when you’re about to pass out. Stop painting.” he tried to lift you from your chair but you groaned and wiggled to stay in your seat, “Paint is sensitive to time though, if I don’t blend the shadow in now I’ll have to repaint the whole thing.”

Bakugou growled and plopped into the seat next to you and crossed his arms, “Finish blending and we’re going to bed.” You nodded and continued to paint. It was interesting, watching you work, but he was worried about you. The bags under your eyes had grown to become very dark and your eyes were dulling. He furrowed his eyebrows, and scooted his chair closer to yours. You hummed and smiled a little as he wrapped his arm around you and watched your painting closely. “Why does this part even matter? It looks fine.” he grumbled and you laughed a little, “It makes it look better, believe me.” you said and yawned. You tried to cover your mouth, but still had a paint brush in your hand, and it ended up poking Bakugou in the cheek. You turned and looked at him and he growled, a bright blue streak now across his right cheek. You tried to stifle your laughing, but you couldn’t help it.

He glared at you as you laughed and then shoved his finger into the paint jar to his right and smeared it across your cheek. “We even?” you asked him and he rolled his eyes, “No, I’m fucking tired and now I have to wait for you and shower. I just want to fucking go to bed.” he grumbled and you pressed a kiss to his cheek, avoiding the paint there, “Then go shower now, I’ll be done by the time you get out.” “Yeah fucking right! I’ve heard that one before, ‘I’ll be done in a minute go to bed.’ and then it’s two in the fucking morning and you’re still painting away! If I’m going to bed, so are you.” he pulled you up and you tried to protest but he softly flicked you in the forehead as he reached over and turned the work light off, “I’m done talking about this. Go to bed.” he pulled you behind him and dragged you to the bedroom.

Izuku frowned as he noticed the light in your work room still on. It was late, and he knew you had been pulling all nighters lately. “(Y/n)?” he called to you as he knocked on the door to your studio. “Come in Izu.” you said as he pushed open the door. “How is work dear?” he asked as he walked in and noticed you were bent over working. “It’s fine.” you gave a short reply since you were concentrated on painting. He frowned again and walked over to you. He pressed a kiss to your head as he stood behind you watching you work. He couldn’t deny that your painting was phenomenal, he had always loved your art. But lately you were working late and he had to go to bed alone and it was making him sad. It was taking it’s toll on your health too, your eyes dropped and you drank more coffee than any other human he knew.

“(Y/n), c-can you come to bed with me?” he asked quietly and you hummed, “I’m almost done Izu, go to bed. I know you’re tired after a long day of saving the world.” you looked away from the board and smiled at him. He was about to leave and leave you alone, but the tired look on your face changed his mind, “N-No. You need to come too.” he placed a hand on your shoulder as you tried to turn back to your work. “I’ll be there soon I promise.” you said and he shook his head, “I….I want you to go to sleep with me.” he looked at you and you finally realized the worried look on his face. “Izuku, I’m fine. You’re more tired than I am, don’t worry about it.” you smiled but Izuku made a small sound of disappointment and you looked away before his sad face made you cave in.

“(Y/n),” he turned your head to face him with his hand softly, “Please?” he asked and you sighed, caving under his sad eyes. You stood up and went to clean your paint brush, covering the paints and board so they wouldn’t dry out. He smiled a little and you smiled as he reached out and excitedly pulled you behind him. He pulled you onto the bed and cuddled into you, “I missed you.” he whispered and you hugged him close, “I’m sorry dear, it’s been a little hectic recently.” you could feel your eyes closing as you laid with Izuku and wrapped in the blankets of the bed. “But,” you yawned, “Enough about me. How was being a hero today?” you asked him and he smiled as he recounted all of the villains he beat today.You smiled as he went on about his day and then he cut himself short as he realized you were softly snoring. He smiled and kissed your head, glad you were finally getting sleep. He rested his head on yours and closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep himself, no longer alone and cold.

“I’m hoooome!” Denki threw open the door and frowned when he noticed no one in the living room to witness his dramatic entrance. He turned to your work room and noticed the light still no under the door. He smirked and walked over to it, prepping himself again for another epic entrance. “I’m hoooome!” he called again as he threw open the door, only to find you with your headphones in. He pouted and slouched a little, “(Y/nnnn)!” he called and you didn’t respond. So he got an idea. Another smirk spread across his face as he came up behind you and reached over your shoulders slowly, about to grab them and send a small jolt of electricity through you to make your skin tingle a little. “Hi Denki.” you said and he jumped a little, “H-How did you know I was here!” he whined, his perfectly good prank ruined. “I heard you come in.” you smirked and turned to him. “Awww what! You heard my awesome entracne and still didn’t turn around?!” he slumped to the ground and you laughed a little, “It would have ruined my prank if I had turned around.” you smile dand he pouted even more, “But it ruined miiine!”

“Denki dear. Go to bed, you’re getting whiney.” you stated and he laid dramatically across t he floor of your work space, “No I’m noooot!” You sighed and stood up, walking over to him and pulling his hands to make him sit up, “My legs don’t work. I’m dying.” he sighed dramatically and leaned into your shoulder. Only then did he realize the dark bags under your eyes. “Whoa, (Y/n) all jokes aside. Are you alright?” he reached up and cupped your cheek, running his thumb across it gently. “Yes, I’m fine.” you looked at him and he furrowed his eye brows, “You look hella tired.” he said and you laughed a little, “Nah, I’m okay. But I bet you’re tired from saving people all day, I’ll take you to bed.” you smiled softly at him and he frowned, “I only want to go to bed if it is with you.” You sighed and stood up, pulling him with you, “I can’t right now Denki, I’m almost done.” “No you aren’t! you always say that and then don’t come to bed until I wake up in the morning. That’s unhealthy and I don’t want my babe to die! And I get cold at night if you aren’t there…” he pouted and you laughed a little, “You’re tired Denki, go to bed dear.” “YOU’RE tired too! Come to bed with me.” he said and you frowned and shook your head “Not yet.” “Then I’m staying.” he said and crawled across the floor to sit next to your chair and lean his head into your lap as you worked.

“Denki dearest…” you sighed and gave up trying to reason with him. As you painted you ran your fingers through his hair and he hummed and nuzzled into your thighs. It wasn’t long until you heard light snoring. Looking down at him you smiled, he needed sleep. But as you listened to his snores you quickly became tired yourself. And now you had two options: Continue painting and possibly fall asleep and ruin your paint, or go to bed and have to drag Denki after you. The latter won out and you cleaned your brushes and lifted Denki into your arms. It wasn’t hard to carry him since he didn’t let go of you and cuddled you as you tried to drag him down the hallway to your room. Once in bed he pulled you into his chest and hummed in happiness. You smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his chest before you fell into a much needed sleep.

Toshinori quietly closed the door behind him, afraid he was going to wake you up, but quickly frowned as he saw your work light still on. “(Y/n)?” he called into your studio space and you turned to him with a tired smile, “Welcome home dearest.” you smiled and he frowned, “What are you still doing awake? It’s nearly midnight.” “Why were you out so late?” He chuckled at your come back, you knew he was at the hospital making sure his vitals were okay. “I couldn’t sleep knowing you were at the hospital, so I decided to work until you came home.” you said and he walked over and pressed a kiss to your head, “You’ve been working late for the past week though, you should have gone to bed. You don’t need health like mine.” You laughed a little and looked up to him, “But I wanted to finish this one.”

He looked down and saw that you were painting an incredibly detailed portrait of All Might. “Wow…” his eyes widened and he looked at you, “This is amazing (Y/n).” He was truly speechless right now. “Someone commissioned it a couple days ago and I felt the need to get it done as soon as possible.” you smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss you. “I love it dear, and I’m sure they will too. But you need to sleep.” he turned your head to him and you laughed a little, “So do you Mister Health Issues.” He smiled a little and pulled you up from your chair, “Come to bed with me.” “But I’m almost done.” you pouted and he pressed a kiss to your pout before pulling you gently behind him, “If I leave you here you’ll never come to bed.” “I won’t argue because you’re right.” you laughed a little and he laughed with you as he pulled you down the hallway.

The two of you stumbled around for a minute to get ready for bed, and as the two of you fell into the soft sheets you felt fatigue take over. Toshinori rolled onto his side and pulled you to him before he let out a sigh, “Goodnight my (Y/n).” he said and pressed a kiss to your head. “Goodnight Toshi.” you pressed a kiss to his chest in return and he smiled. “I love you.” “I love you too.” and then you heard snoring come from the mop of blonde hair. You giggled as he started speaking gibberish in his sleep quietly and you pressed a kiss to his nose so he would hush. After he quieted down you you felt sleep start to take over and you closed your eyes, happy to finally get much needed rest and get to cuddle into your warm husband for the first time in a while.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou #midoriya izuku #izuku #kaminari denki #denki #toshinori yagi #toshinori #boku no hero academia

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