#recovered

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Ferrari 512M, 1994. A Ferrari that was stolen from F1 driver Gerhard Berger 28 years ago has been recovered by the Metropolitan Police in London. The car was one of 2 stolen during the San Marino Grand Prix in 1995. Police who have traced the car's history believe it was shipped directly to Japan after the theft. More recently the car was offered for sale in London but its patchy history raised suspicions. The London Metropolitan Police’s Organized Vehicle Crime Unit carried out a global investigation. “Our enquiries were painstaking and included contacting authorities from around the world,” said Police Constable Mike Pillbeam, who led the investigation. “We worked quickly with partners including the National Crime Agency, as well as Ferrari and international car dealerships, and this collaboration was instrumental in understanding the vehicle’s background and stopping it from leaving the country.” The car's estimated worth is £350,000 (around US$444,300) and though enquiries are ongoing as yet not arrests have been made.

#Ferrari #Ferrari 512M #stolen car #London Metropolitan Police #mid-engine #flat 12 #Gerhard Berger #1994 #1990s #stolen #recovered #video

[tryingmybestbutyknow]

Thinking about how I never mentioned my joints popping to any of my doctors cause I thought that was normal (cause it’s happened since I was a kid) but maybe I should have…

#chronic pain #chronically ill #chronic illness #should i be concerned #??? idk #i honestly don't know #joint pain #joint problems #pots syndrome #potsie #possible hyper mobility?? #i did laundry yesterday #my wrist still haven’t #recovered

[iceafterdeath]

I was very lucky to find this in my old computer and I'm happy to share it with all Reinako shippers. An amazing story, sadly lost along with the old shoujo-ai forum.

Stars fall at Dawn by kanzaki

#reinako fic rec #reinako fic #recovered #reinako #rei x minako #minako x rei #fanfiction

[blueiskewl]

Stolen van Gogh Painting Worth Millions Returned in a Ikea Bag

The painting was stolen in March 2020 from the Singer Laren Museum.

A Dutch art detective has helped recover a missing Vincent van Gogh painting that was stolen from the Singer Laren Museum, east of Amsterdam, in March 2020.

The "Parsonage Garden at Nuenen in Spring," painted in 1884, was stolen from the famous Dutch museum in a daring overnight smash-and-grab heist during the coronavirus lockdown.

Dutch art crime detective Arthur Brand, who has spent decades tracking down some of the world's greatest masterpieces, announced on Tuesday he had recovered the stolen masterpiece.

In a video posted on Brand's Instagram, the detective can be seen unwrapping the coveted artwork, holding it up as he poses for the camera.

"So here it is! The Spring Garden by Vincent van Gogh which was stolen three and a half years ago on Van Gogh's birthday from a museum in the Netherlands. We have searched for it for more than three and a half years," he said.

Brand said he was able to recover the famous artwork in "close coordination" with Dutch police, deeming it a "great day for all Van Gogh lovers worldwide."

The painting -- estimated to be worth between about $3.2 million to $6.4 million -- was handed to Brand by an unnamed man in a blue Ikea bag at his Amsterdam home, he said.

"Finally, it's here, it's back," said Brand, announcing he is set to return it today to the Singer Laren Museum director.

The recovery followed the emergence of "proof-of-life" photos of the painting circulating in online Mafia circles in June 2020, three months after the dramatic heist. One of the images showed the multimillion-dollar artwork -- which measures 25-by-57 centimeter -- flanked alongside a copy of The New York Times international edition and a book about a famous art thief.

In April 2021, Dutch police spokesperson Maren Wonder announced in a video statement that a 58-year-old man, named only as Nils M, was arrested in Baarn, Netherlands, on suspicion of stealing paintings by van Gogh and Frans Hals with an accumulative value of £18 million, or about $22.4 million.

"This arrest is an important step in the investigation," Wonder announced at the time. "Both paintings have not yet resurfaced with this arrest. The search continues unabated."

In a statement sent Tuesday, Dutch Police confirmed that the perpetrator was in custody and that the famous painting has been recovered, soon to be ready to be viewed by the public.

"The perpetrator is in custody and the painting is back. We are very happy with that result," said Richard Bronswijk, of the Dutch Police's Art Crime Unit.

"We know hat these types of items are used as collateral within organized crime. Intercepted messages have given us good insight into the criminal trade in these types of valuable objects."

The penalty for stealing a painting is imprisonment of 8 years.

"The search for Frans Hals' painting continued unabated."

By Emma Ogao.

#Vincent van Gogh #Vincent van Gogh 'Parsonage Garden at Nuenen in Spring' 1884 #Stolen van Gogh Painting Worth Millions Returned in a Ikea Bag #Singer Laren Museum #Arthur Brand #stolen #looted #recovered #art #artist #art work #art world #art news

[lilspidermonkey]

Bakugou x Reader Touch Chapter VI

This one took a little longer than i anticipated to post, but here it is!

This one does have a lemon scene in it, but with it being their first times, it’s not going to be anything too rough or intence, so I’m sorry about that!

If any spelling or grammer errors, all i can say is that words are hard!

The next morning was warm, the sun seemed extra bright, and the birds seemed to be in a good mood. The room was bright, despite the blinds, the sun-filled Bakugou’s room with warm light, the sounds of kissing echoing through the room. You were on top of Bakugou, cupping his face in your hands as you were leaning down kissing the boy, over and over. Bakugou had his hand on your hips, his fingers tickling your skin. He pinched at the fabric of the baggy shirt on your body, “Could’ve just taken one from the closet.” He grinned. You sighed down at him, “Like it better when I take it directly from you.” You teased. Bakugou tugged the shirt down, and you lean down with it, “So do I.” he whispered. You grinned and continued to make out with the boy. Bakugou’s hands slipped back to your hips under the shirt, but you shivered at feeling his fingers traveling further up to your waist. Sighing into the kiss, your voice trembling, Bakugou leaned up, to kiss you more before leaning into your neck. Feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth play with your skin, you trembled in his hold, your hands going into his hair. Bakugou leaned to your ear, “Want my hands to go higher? Or,” he slowly slipped one hand down from your waist, sliding it down past your hip and onto your ass, giving a good grope, “lower?” You jolted at feeling the grope, your back arching a little, you glared at the boy, “Pervert.” You grumbled. Bakugou grinned with sharp eyes, “Says the one not wearing pants.” He said. You scoffed, “You’re not wearing a shirt.” You pointed out. The boy shrugged, “You took it from me.” At your lack of response, the boy’s grin grew. He brought you back into the kiss, nibbling at your lip, pulling sounds from you. You pushed into Bakugou, you couldn’t help the frustration that you were feeling, you wanted him to just touch you, kiss you, everything. Bakugou hissed at the movement of your hips, you felt his body tremble, “Jesus, careful.” He grumbled. You smiled mischievously, loving to his ear, “Can’t handle it?” you whispered, biting his ear as you brought your hips over him again. The boy growled, his hold on your ass and waist tight. He glared at you as you pulled back to look at him, “You’re asking for it.” He breathed. You smiled, your blush was heating up your whole face. Reaching back, you grabbed Bakugou’s hand that was on your ass, guiding it to slip under the shirt. You held his other hand as you placed them both high up on your waist, you shivered, nervousness creeping up on you. Looking to the boy’s eyes, you could see past the excitement, that he was nervous as well. You sighed, “Bakugou…” you whispered. And that’s all that was needed, Bakugou brought you back to his lips, the hungry kiss making you moan. Going for your neck again, you leaned your head back, letting him access your throat as he kissed and bit it. As you just moaned a little louder, a knock was heard at the door. You almost screamed at them to fuck off, this happened too often, you were going to have to put a goddamn sign on the door for people to piss off and just leave a text. Bakugou groaned in frustration, “What!?” he yelled. “Hey man, you ready to go?” called Kirishima. Bakugou groaned, rubbing his face, “Fuck.” He looked up at you. “Me and Shitty Hair are supposed to study today.” You smiled with a sigh, “That’s okay, I promised Tetsu that I’d hang out with him.” You said. You climbed off the boy, and he reached over to grab your hand, his face not happy. Trying to hold back your laughter, you smiled and kissed the boy, “We talked about this. You’re not going to keep me from Tetsu. What if I told you to stop seeing Kirishima?” you asked. Bakugou shrugged, “Bye Shitty Hair.” He said. You raised your eyebrow at him, “Yeah right, he’s your best friend, face it.” You said. The boy grumbled looking off to the side, he knew you were right. You raised your hand to hook around his neck, and brought him closer, “Would it make you feel better to know that you’re the only one I do this to?” you said as you kissed his jaw. “Or this?” you went to his neck and kissed it as well. Leaning back you didn’t even have to say the words as you kissed his lips. Bakugou gripped your hand and brought his other hand to rest on your lower back, deepening the kiss. “Ahh, dude? You in there?” Kirishima’s voice carried through the door. Bakugou pulled away and groaned, leaning his head back, “Give me a second!” he yelled. You giggled, “If you’re that worried about it then…” your voice trailed off as you looked at Bakugou mischievously. When the door opened, Kirishima looked surprised to have his eyes drop down to meet yours. You smiled up at the boy, “Hi Kirishima!” you said. The boy blinked, and in realization of your appearance, blushed, “H-hi (Y/n)!” he said in embarrassment. At his embarrassment, you felt your own creep up. You blushed, “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it, laters!” you called and walked away. Kirishima watched as you retreated down the hall. Looking into the room, Kirishima saw Bakugou, his hand covering the lower half of his face, his cheeks red as he glared down at the side. Kirishima went red at seeing this, and the shirtless Bakugou, “Dude, was she wearing your shirt??” he asked. Bakugou rubbed his hand up and down his face, “Yes!!” he yelled.

After putting on a different shirt, Bakugou, and Kirishima were in the room, sitting on the floor with books around them. Bakugou was glaring off to the side, his leg bouncing, while Kirishima had his eyes darting from the table, to Bakugou, to the bed, and back again. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, things are going…well?” he asked. Bakugou growled, “Just shut up!” he groaned. With a ding, Bakugou looked at his phone, his expression fading from one of anger to hesitation and frustration. Kirishima looked the boy up and down, “I heard (Y/n) and Tetsutetsu are hanging out today.” The boy looked up from his phone and off to the side, a huff as a response. Kirishima gave a half smile, “Still upset over the whole thing with those two?” he asked. Bakugou sighed and ruffled his hair, “I dunno.” He said. The red-haired boy leaned on the table, “Do you think she has feelings for him?” he asked. Bakugou shot his head up, “Like hell she would go for a metal bastard like him!” he yelled. Kirishima laughed, “Okay, okay!” he said, putting his hands up. “Then…do you not trust her?” Bakugou grumbled, “It’s not that.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Jesus, I don’t know, it’s not even that big of a deal.” Kirishima smiled, “You like her.” He said. Bakugou glanced at him, then back to the ground. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “Wait, you,” he huffed a laugh, “You love her.” Bakugou cringed, “Shut up, Shitty Hair!” he said. The redhead rubbed the back of his head, “Does she know?” he asked. The blonde scoffed, “She might have an idea.” He said. Kirishima’s eyes widened, “You didn’t tell her!?” he yelled. Bakugou glared, “You really think I would say some cheesy shit like that?” he yelled back. Kirishima groaned, “Then how would she know?” he asked. Bakugou averted his eyes, and Kirishima’s eyebrow went up, “Wait, have you guys…kissed?” he asked. When Bakugou scrunched up his nose and just glanced at the bed, Kirishima blushed, “Did you guys…?” Bakugou glared, “Watch it, Shitty Hair!” he warned. He sighed and grumbled, “We haven’t done anything like that…not exactly.” Kirishima blinked, “Wait, are you still under the quirk accident?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou looked to his friend and then his hands, “I think? I don’t know, it’s not like how it was before. I can go pretty much a good few hours without her, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be around her.” He shrugged. “But it’s not like I’m going to go into a panic. More like I just want her near me, I don’t want her to leave me.” Kirishima smiled at his good friend, “Bakugou, you’re totally not under the quirk anymore, you just have feeling for her.” He said. “How long have you felt this way?” Bakugou sighed, “I don’t know, Jesus, before the fight? I think? Fuck if I know, it’s felt like this for more than a few days, that’s all I know.” He said. Kirishima nodded, “Does she know you’re not affected anymore?” he asked, when Bakugou didn’t respond, the redhead groaned. “Dude!!” Bakugou groaned as well, “Back off! How the hell am I meant to tell her?” he yelled. Kirishima lifted his hands as he shrugged, “I dunno, maybe the exact way you just told me?” The blonde sighed, “Easier said than done.” He mumbled. Kirishima smiled at the boy, “You’ll be alright, I’m sure by now, (Y/n) is used to your personality, even way before this whole quirk accident.” He said. Bakugou huffed, “I know.” He said. Kirishima cleared his throat, “Sooo, do you have…protection?” he asked. The blonde's red eyes shot wide as he creaked his neck, the movement robotic-like, looking at Kirishima with death in his eyes, “What did you just say?” he spat. The redhead put his hands up, “Look man, I just want you to be careful, it’s normal for teenagers to…experiment…with the person they like.” He explained. Bakugou went red, from anger and embarrassment, “Shut up!! We’re not talking about this!!” he yelled.

You were sitting on the Tetsutetsu’s bed, Switch in hand as you played. Tetsutetsu sat on the floor, back against the bed, also holding a Switch in his hands, the two of you playing a game against each other. The boy cleared his throat, “Are we still not going to talk about it?” he asked. You sighed, “Are you still going to ask about it?” you asked in frustration. The boy looked up in thought, “Yeah, probably.” He nodded. Grumbling you laid your head down, “Ughhhh, okay, fine!” you gave in. The boy grinned and leaned his head back, “Awesome! Okay, so what’s with Bakugou’s shirt? And what’s with the bite on your throat?” he asked. Bakugou’s little nibbles on your neck were pretty light, so they weren’t visible. The bite on your throat, however, was not. It wasn’t overly dark, but it was noticeable for sure, and Tetsutetsu couldn’t take his eyes off it at first. You sighed, sitting up, “Things with me and Bakugou have…taken a few steps.” You said. Tetsutetsu turned, “As in…?” at seeing you just blush, his eyes widened. “Did you guys have-” Slamming your hands over his mouth, you cut him off, “No!” you yelled. You grimaced, “But…close.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, so you guys are, y’know, together?” he asked. You rubbed the back of your neck, “Not exactly.” You sighed. The boy tilted his head, “Wait, hasn’t he told you he loves you?” he asked. You cringed a little, “No.” you said. He blinked, “Have you still not told him you’re in love with him?” he asked in shock. You almost gagged, “No!” you waved your hands. “I take it back, let’s not talk about it.” Tetsutetsu shook his head, “So neither one of you know how the other feels?” he asked. You sighed, “We have an idea…” you mumbled. The boy shook his head, “How exactly?” he asked. Bringing your knees to your chest you leaned against the wall, “He took me out yesterday to a food festival, and when we were talking, things kinda took a turn, and we kissed.” Rubbing your face, you sighed again. “And then more when we got to the dorms…and even more this morning.” Tetsutetsu’s eyes widened, “Whoa, but you guys haven’t…?” he trailed off. You groaned, “I mean, no, we haven’t.” you hid your face in your hands. “But I’m kinda sure it was heading in that direction. Things were getting heated, but Kirishima knocked on the door, which happens way too often, and I’m pretty sure things were going in that direction.” Tetsutetsu rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey, I’m sorry if this kinda upsets you, but is Bakugou still under that quirk accident you told me about?” he asked. You wrapped your arms back around your legs, “I think so. But I don’t think Bakugou would go this far if it was because of the quirk. If so, then I feel like it would’ve happened sooner.” You explained. The boy nodded, “I get where you’re coming from, and I don’t want you to think that he might not actually like you, cause I’m sure he does.” The boy looked down in hesitation. You smiled at him, “But you want to be sure that he likes me for me, and that it’s not just the quirk making him think he does.” You finished for the boy. He looked back up at you, “Yeah.” He stood up and joined you on the bed, “Sorry, I just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.” You smiled at him and gripped his hand, “I know, but I know Bakugou, I’ll talk to him about it.” You said. The boy smiled as well, “You’re like my little sister, I can’t stand to see you getting hurt over a boy.” He said. You laughed, “Little sister? We’re the same age, you metal butt!” you said. The both of you laughed and you kicked him off the bed.

You got a text from Bakugou, telling you to come back for dinner. Excited, you took off from Tetsutetsu’s dorm, bumping into Bakugou in the front yard of the 1-A dorm. You smiled as you went over to him, “What’s for dinner?” you asked. The boy grabbed your hand and started walking, dragging you along, “Let’s go out for it.” He said. Looking down, you tried to stop the boy, “Hold up, let me get changed then.” You said. Bakugou turned to look you up and down and around your face, “You look fine.” He said. Giving him a look of disbelief, you huffed, “The hell I do, Bakugou, I’m wearing your shirt I slept in last night, I’m wearing my stay-at-home tracksuit pants, I haven’t touched my hair besides just throwing it up into a messy bun, and not the nice kind.” You listed off. Bakugou shrugged, “You look fine, I don’t see the issue.” He said, continuing to drag yours along with him. You blinked, “You don’t care that I look like this, with you, in public?” you asked. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Why the hell would I?” he asked. You hesitated, trying to find the words, “Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?” you asked. The boy huffed, “Why the hell should I be embarrassed with you being dressed comfortably? As long as you’re not dressed like a weirdo or a freak, I couldn’t care less.” He said. You watched the back of him as you followed with him, soon smiling. God, he wasn’t even aware of how much that actually made you so happy to hear. He didn’t take you anywhere fancy, which you preferred. It was a little American-themed diner, which you found so cute and bizarre. Sitting in a booth across from each other, you both laughed and talked and shared food and drinks together, you were even able to convince Bakugou to take a few pictures with you. After having something to eat, you both walked by a park, to which you couldn’t resist. You practically forced him to go to the playground, he thought it was dumb and childish, but from the smiles and laughter, you could tell he was having fun. Climbing to the top of a little animal-shaped igloo, you smiled, this was so much fun. You always had fun with Bakugou, well, mostly, but as much as he got on your nerves, you never regretted becoming his friend. Bakugou looked up at you, “Hey, Kindergartener, let’s go.” He called up. You smiled, “Catch me?” you asked. The boy looked unimpressed, “I’ll drop you so fast.” He threatened. Laughing out, you grinned at him, “Nah, I don’t think you will.” Taking a few steps back, you raced forward and jumped. “Here I come!” But despite his words, the boy easily caught you in his arms, making you laugh from the excitement, and proving the boy wrong. He looked down at you as you were in his hold, feet on the ground now, “You’re an idiot.” He commented. You grinned, “And yet you can’t stay away from this idiot.” You teased. The boy half smiled, “Whatever.” He said. You pretended to be surprised, “You didn’t deny it!” you laughed. He rolled his eyes, “Shut up already.” He said, giving you a kiss. Humming into the kiss, you relaxed into it, but you couldn’t get Tetsutetsu’s concerns out of your head, along with your own. Looking up at the blonde's red eyes, you sighed, cupping his cheek, “Can I ask you something?” you asked. The boy looked hesitant, but nodded, “Sure.” He agreed. You took a breath and sighed, “I just wanted to ask, so that I’m not just unnecessarily worrying.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Are you feeling the way you do about me, for me?” Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly, rubbing the back of his head, Kirishima’s words echoing in his head. He sighed, “You want to know if it’s the quirk making me think I’m feeling the way I am?” he asked. You shrugged one shoulder, “I know that it’s a little silly to question, but I guess I just kinda need to hear it confirmed with your own words?” you said, it sounded more like a question than how you planned. Bakugou watched your eyes, “Honestly, thinking about it, I don’t think the quirk has been in effect for a while now.” He said. You blinked, “What? For how long?” you asked. He sighed, “I don’t know, more than a few days? It’s not like I was fully paying attention to it.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. Taking a breath, you sighed, “Unnecessarily worrying.” You said, smiling up at him. “So does that mean, you actually have feelings for me?” The boy’s cheeks tinted pink, “You seriously going to bring that up?” he asked, avoiding your eyes. You grinned, “Of course I am.” You laughed. Bakugou gave an irritated pout, reaching his hand to cup your face, “You already know, so it doesn’t matter.” He said, inching closer. You put up your hand to block his lips from yours, “Nope! No kisses for you before you admit it!” you announced. The boy grumbled, “Jesus Christ, why does it matter so much? It’s fine right?” he asked. You just hummed, ignoring his stubbornness, “Maybe tonight I’ll even spend the night in my room alone, considering a certain someone doesn’t need it anymore, and hasn’t said anything about certain feelings.” You teased, walking off. The boy groaned loudly and reached out his hand to catch you while you were walking, “No one said I didn’t need it anymore.” He sighed roughly in defeat. “I guess I have feelings that are, more than what they would be for anyone else.” You turned to look at the boy, poor thing turning red and eyes locked on the ground. Giggling, you walked up to him, cupping his face in your hand, “I’ll settle for that.” You said, smiling. The boy lifted an eyebrow, “And you?” he asked. You bit your lip, “I obviously have ‘feelings that are more than what they would be for anyone else’ too.” You repeated. The boy grinned and leaned in to kiss you.

Going back to the dorm hand in hand, it felt a little different than all the other times, this time you both knew how you both felt about each other. It was like you guys were little pre-schoolers, giggling and smiling at each other happily while swinging your conjoined hands, you doing most of the swinging and giggling, but it was fine since Bakugou had no complaints about it, this time. Returning back to his room, you sighed, “I’ll quickly take a bath, I won’t be long-” But you were cut off at the door as Bakugou put his hand on it, blocking you from opening it. You turned to look up at him, but as he was blocking the door, he had also cadged you up against it. His eyes stared down at you, “You’re not going anywhere.” He said in a low voice. Your face flushed pink, shit his voice was amazing, “I wouldn’t be long.” You breathed out, not trusting your voice. The boy leaned down to kiss your neck, making you jolt, “I’m not letting you go.” He said, continuing to look at you with his sharp eyes. You licked your lips, your breath trembling, “Ever?” you asked. The boy just grinned down at you, swooping down to capture your lips with his in a rough kiss. And that was all the answer you needed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he put his hands on your hips. Nibbling on his lips, a groan escaped Bakugou’s lips, he bent down for a moment, only to pick you up by your waist, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Putting you back against the door, Bakugou continued with the deep kiss, pulling little moans from your lips. Wracking your hands through his hair, you pulled back for breath, but seeing the boy with his forehead exposed, thanks to your fingers, did something to both your head, and your lower region. Bakugou impatiently brought you back in for another kiss, pulling off the door, Bakugou had let you slip down back onto the ground. You both stumbled deep sighs in each other’s mouths as Bakugou helped in the removal of your pants. Taking a step back to admire your form, Bakugou grinned, “You look great in nothing but my shirt on you.” He said, a hint of a growl in his voice. You blushed but grinned, “Yeah, I’m not surprised, considering all the ogling you do.” You teased. The boy kept his smile as he grabbed you again, “When you first put it on while half asleep, I almost couldn’t take it.” He said. “Looked real good.” You titled your head, “Didn’t picture you for the ‘boyfriend shirt’ type.” You teased. “Not a kink I would’ve pinned you for.” The boy smiled mischievously, “Just wait.” He breathed. You blushed, a shiver going through your body at the attractiveness of the boy. He scooped you up again, bringing you up to his torso, and kissing you. You cupped his face and accepted all the kisses, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist again. Bakugou brought you over to the bed, him crawling over to the middle on his knees, then laid you down, not roughly, but enough to make you do a little bounce. You giggled a little, the boy just looking down at you as he towered over you. Lifting his shirt over his head, your blush intensified. He sighed after getting the shirt over his head, pushing his hair back from his forehead, his cheeks tinted pink. Seeing his hair pushed back again, you bit your lip, squeezing your thighs together lightly. At your reaction, the boy’s smile grew, leaning down to put his hands under his shirt you were wearing, his hands warm on your bare skin. Pushing the shirt up, you leaned up to go along with helping in taking off the shirt. With both shirts on the ground, the boy looked down at you. His intense eyes made you a little shy, you covered yourself a little, being in just your bra and panties. The boy grabbed your hands, pinning them up above your head. Looking at him, you met his red eyes, keeping his gaze, he leaned down and caught your lips. Kissing you deeply, he moved to your jaw, then down to your neck. As he sucked and nibbled your neck, the sensations shot down your body. Heaving out some heavy breaths, Bakugou soon moved down your neck, going for your collarbone. With every movement, Bakugou brought your hands down with him. Finally reaching to the middle of your chest, the boy released your hands, bringing his to your waist, gripping at you to bring you closer. You moaned as the kisses went down your sternum. Bakugou’s hand moved up from your waist, going up and under your back. Feeling him going for the back of your bra, you arched your back, nervousness seeping into your chest. Feeling your nervousness, Bakugou pulled back to look at you, his face more flushed, “Trust me.” He whispered to you. You licked your lips then bit at your lower lip, giving him a small nod. At your nod, the boy leaned in to kiss you, continuing with his movements to remove your bra. Unclipping the back with small difficulty, the boy brought down the straps from your shoulders and slipped your bra off. Leaning back to look at you, a shiver went through his body, his face pink, but his ears and neck red. Moving your hands to rub up his chest, you titled your head, “Just going to stare?” you asked teasingly. At that, the boy grinned widely, sitting up to slingshot your bra across the room somewhere. You laughed at this, and the boy swooped in to steal kisses from you, “You’re an idiot.” You giggled. The boy put his hand through his hair, pushing it back again, “Your idiot.” He said. You grinned bashfully, looking away, “You’re such a dork!” you laughed. Bakugou leaned in close to you, whispering into your ear, “Your dork.” He said, then bit your ear. You moaned out, gripping onto his shoulders. The both of you slowly getting into a rhythm, kissing and touching. Things started to get a bit more serious. After leaving so many marks on your body, and you some on him, Bakugou tugged at your panties, sliding them off and throwing them over his shoulder. You blushed like crazy, but you were too excited to get too shy. Bringing the boy down to continue kissing, you lifted your leg, brushing up against Bakugou’s bulge. The boy flinched, groaning as he trembled. You grinned, continuing to rub against his bulge, the boy trembling and heavily breathed. He glared down at you, “Don’t tease me.” He said. Sliding his hands down your stomach, his fingers slipped under your panties. You flinched and gasped as the boy's fingers played around, feeling the wetness. He watched you, “You’re really wet.” He pointed out. You flushed and covered your face with your hands, panting uncontrollably from pleasure. Bakugou played with your entrance, before finally slipping two fingers in. Feeling this you moaned out, reaching one hand away from your face to grab his arm. The boy pushed his fingers in and out of you, a slow pace at first, but then increasing with each thrust. Hearing your moans, the boy took this as a good sign, he moved his hands slightly so that his palm was flush against your clit. The movement of his fingers causing his palm to stimulate your clit. You continued to moan, the pleasure making your head fuzzy. Soon, after a bit more touching and kissing, Bakugou leaned back, undoing his pants, and letting his bulge free. You blushed seeing it, your lowers throbbing intensely. Bakugou was breathing heavily as he moved your legs to either side of himself, getting your hips close to him. You felt him rub his hot member against your wet entrance, making your body tremble in anticipation. Bakugou looked down at you, “Ready?” he asked, almost out of breath himself. You looked at him, your body still trembling, nodding at him. The boy trembled himself, positioning himself, then with a few calming breaths, pushed himself into you, as slowly and gently as possible. You flinched, arching your back, hands flying to grip the bed sheets and Bakugou’s shoulders as you moaned out. The boy trembled and groaned, looking down at you, “You okay?” he asked. You nodded through your moans, “Yes..!” you moaned in response. Bakugou groaned again, feeling your tightness on him, “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” He breathed. Continuing, you could feel that it did hurt, but not too badly, more like a tight stretching sensation. As Bakugou set a steady pace, you moaned and gripped him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. The boy blinked down at you, reaching over to wipe your tears away with his thumb. Feeling his hand, you pushed into his hand, enjoying his gentle touch. The pain slowly subsided, and all you could feel was pleasure. Bakugou leaned down to kiss you, fastening the pace. You moaned into his ear as he leaned his head against your shoulder as he thrust into you. Bakugou groaned, “I’m close..” he groaned into your ear. Your legs tightened around him, “Me too..!” you breathed. The boy leaned back, grabbing your hips, he started to thrust into you harder and faster. You moaned louder, the pleasure clouding your embarrassment. Hearing your cries of pleasure, the boy went even faster. You felt as if your vision was blurring from the pleasure, feeling your body temperature rise, and tingling. With a few more thrusts, Bakugou pushed you over the edge, making you cry out. Feeling your release, Bakugou leaned down feeling your fingers digging into his back, causing the boy to also finish. After a few extra thrusts, the boy stopped, breathing heavily together. He soon pulled himself out of you, pulling a whimper from your lips. Shaking from loss of energy and ecstasy, the boy collapsed onto you. You hugged him close as you both breathed heavily together, holding each other through each other’s highs. You were happy, you would never regret this. It was awkward, sexy, and fun, it made you feel closer than you ever have with Bakugou. You could feel tears building up again, but you just gripped the boy tighter. Bakugou leaned his head up, staring at you as he wiped the tears away from your eyes, “You regretting it already?” he asked. You knew he was half joking, but it made you a little upset. You shook your head, “Never.” You looked him in the eyes. “I’m just really happy.” The boy smiled down at you, “Being all corny now, huh?” he teased. That made you chuckle, “Shut up, dork.” You laughed. Bakugou grinned at you and leaned down for a kiss. You hummed into the kiss, pulling him as close to you as possible.

-Chapter VI Fin-

#bakugou katuski x reader #Bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #x reader #y/n #teasing #fluff #first time #lemon #recovered #love #makeout #kirishima #tetsutetsu

[sneggley]

@nobodyfearspercy

#jerma #i wish jerma was real #jerma eating a cucumber #jermaphile #my cousin requested i did this #from memory #i drew a lot #of jerma #while my brother #recovered #from #wisdom teeth #removal #😔 #:3c #theresbloodinthebox

[postcard-from-the-past]

Roman shipwreck recovered from Lake Nemi, Lazio region of Italy

Italian vintage postcard

#tarjeta #italian #postkaart #sepia #roman #recovered #historic #photo #postal #italy #briefkaart #nemi #photography #lazio #lake nemi #vintage #ephemera #ansichtskarte #old #postcard #region #shipwreck #lake #postkarte #carte postale

[deprosin]

it took great heartache to love so deeply

#love #in love #relationship #recovery #recovered #couple

[wonderkat11]

CATCF || Ending of Mike Teavee's Aftermath

The end result is Mike being shrunken so small, his voice sounds like a mouse. He suggests being put through in reverse, only to be told that the process is a one-way trip. Willy Wonka suggests Mike be put in the taffy puller to get him back to normal size, however, the Oompa Loompas overstretch Mike and he leaves the factory 10 feet tall and completely thin, but this is what happened to him in the end. Here I have him in the hospital trying to get back into normal size since the doctor noticed about the height surgery, & it is clearly shown that he got plastic & height surgery due do his aftermath, but in the end, he was hospitalized to get back into normal size, but first, the doctors decided to stitch Mike through all over his body, second, they put the threads on his skin for his normal size, third, they put on a arm cast right into his left arm to provide goreness, & last but not least, they put bandages on Mike's forehead, & into his breasts that shapes like a white bandeau bra that's made of bandages to make him recovered.

It happens in the aftermath of Mike Teavee due to the elimination, but it was worse than getting recovered from healing, but this time, this is the ending of his aftermath, but I promise he'll be okay real soon, but he needs to get recovered first, but in the night, he slept while getting recovered, & I've notice that he's not dead, just getting some recovered rest until he's fully healed from recovery. For you Mike, get well soon.

I don't even know what happened, but Mike Teavee was quitely injured from his broken bone on his left arm, since the doctors gave him an arm cast that's pink to recover his arm before his injury was over & recovered, but the rest of the kids are fine, so I only drew him because of the ending of his aftermath, but he'll be okay for right now.

Made in IbisPaintX for Digital Artmaker.

Rules: DO NOT STEAL MY ART! No Rude Comments please.

Mike Teavee belongs to Charlie and The Chocolate Factory (Roald Dahl & Tim Burton series).

(Note: I only drew Mike Teavee resting in the hospital because of the ending of his aftermath, but he'll be okay for right now.)

#aftermath #all alone #alone #bandages #charlie and the chocolate factory #ending #fanart #hospital #hospitalized #injured #in the end #recovered #sad #mike teavee #bandeau bra #charlie and the chocolate factory fanart #charlie and the chocolate factory mike teavee #ending of the aftermath #hospital bed #surgery

[oddestishottest]

MT, 2015 sketches

#art #sketches #b&w #scans #recovered #montana #wilderness

[astridfieuws]

about #universalpostcardframe the @tandemm.grafik sisters well understood the concept of the handmade frames. they are one of the selling points of my work here in bxl. on this moment they have a exposition at their shop with the work of @lysiane.ambrosino (till 11/03). in the expo they use my frames to put the postcards of lysiane in the spotlight. with the simple and clever system you can easily frame / change your favorite postcard and present it horizontal or vertical ! . www.astridfieuws.com rue pletinckxstraat 27, 1000 brussels (open by apointeent or by chance). . ik parle ook #nederlands et du #francais. i’m a #dislectic #graphicdesigner and #typographer with a #passionforpaper and #printtechniques. i grow up in a #printingfamily and i’ve been playing with #paperleftovers all my life. this is my inspiration en red line in my #unique #papetery work. I make #notebooks with #recovered paper + #postcards with #upcycled illustrations from old books + #cards printed with the old #typo letters of my grandfather ; i created a small galery with artworks from (un)known artists - exposed in #handmade frames (you also find in my papetery-work ; ... #nowaste is important, so i do work in small quantities and i compose all the dyes myself by using only #biodegradable products! so... i’m #astridfieuws a #handmadeinbelgium #craftwomen who wounds to share the #artisanalknowledge of #printing by organising #workshops in a #opentypoatelier in #brussels (bij astridfieuws) https://www.instagram.com/p/CohpLVUt90f/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#universalpostcardframe #nederlands #francais #dislectic #graphicdesigner #typographer #passionforpaper #printtechniques #printingfamily #paperleftovers #unique #papetery #notebooks #recovered #postcards #upcycled #cards #typo #handmade #nowaste #biodegradable #astridfieuws #handmadeinbelgium #craftwomen #artisanalknowledge #printing #workshops #opentypoatelier #brussels

[phoenixshallrise]

it's distressing how good my art was when I was in the hospital and now all I can draw are ducks

#mentally fucked #art #Every time I see my sketchbook from that time I get triggered #But its ok #Recovered

[happinessinmayhem]

I hate the ideology of being “recovered” from something. I don’t think I’ve ever recovered from a single thing, they are simple repressed until it is their time to shine.

#shit posting #shit post #talking shit for the hell of it #recovered

[cynosurus]

Moby Dick Chapter 110: Poor Queequeg has been taken ill!

How he wasted and wasted away in those few long-lingering days, till there seemed but little left of him but his frame and tattooing. But as all else in him thinned, and his cheek-bones grew sharper, his eyes, nevertheless, seemed growing fuller and fuller; they became of a strange softness of lustre; and mildly but deeply looked out at you there from his sickness, a wondrous testimony to that immortal health in him which could not die, or be weakened. And like circles on the water, which, as they grow fainter, expand; so his eyes seemed rounding and rounding, like the rings of Eternity.

I'm trying, but not in a brain space to really read Moby Dick right now. But everytime Ishmael talks about Queequeg it's... just... he's just. He's just so in love.

#moby dick #herman melville #queequeg #recovered

[rorysrain]

TW FOR EATING DISORDER TUMBLR DONT BAN THIS POST IM NOT ENCOURAGING ANYTHING AT ALL PLEASE IF YOURE SICK RECOVER TBIS IS A SAFE PLACE

does nyone else neurodivergent hyperfixate over nutrition /health? i literally ended up developing an eating disorder over the past few years because i’m so incredibly hyper focused on it , and i knew how to damage myself the most with knowing that knowledge . i fully recovered, but now i’m vegan and i always try to keep an eye on my exercise , not to punish myself or my body to look a certain way, but to keep up with my disability so i can still do things as easily as possible bc without enough exercise and good macros, my disability gets worse. my passion is to help people with their own nutrition and eating, but i was wondering if it was also specifically a neurodivergent thing, like for example i also felt better with limiting the amount of food i ate or not eating a certain type of food or food group , or having a certain routine to do every single day that felt “easy”; or “necessary.”

#recovery #recovered #recovering #vegan #neurodivergent #neurodiverse stuff #neurodiversesquad #the hyperfixation is hyperfixating

[postcard-from-the-past]

Reconstruction of the Roman shipwreck recovered from Lake Nemi, Lazio region of Italy

Italian vintage postcard

#italian #historic #photo #briefkaart #vintage #lake nemi #region #nemi #shipwreck #reconstruction #sepia #photography #carte postale #italy #postcard #postkarte #recovered #postal #tarjeta #ansichtskarte #old #ephemera #postkaart #roman #lazio #lake