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[heathsbitch]

Everyone should read their own fanfics recreationally tbh this shit fucking rules. It's like the author knows exactly what I like.

#so true bestie

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Ask Game

I was tagged by @plegdoctor - I usually don’t do this kind of thing but I’m bored so why not?

Three Ships: Daemyra (HotD), Anidala (Star Wars), Kanej (Grishaverse)

First Ever Ship: Idk if they have a ship name together but Jake and Neytiri from Avatar, also known as the origins of my bisexual panic (honourable mention to Rick and Evie from The Mummy too)

Last Song: Teddy Picker by Arctic Monkeys

Currently Reading: The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams (I am so in love with Esme, it’s not funny)

Currently Watching: S3 of The Mandalorian (also debating whether or not to start The Last Kingdom)

Currently Consuming: Too much fanfic for my own good

Currently Craving: Attention, specifically from Pleg (I miss you bb)

Tags: anyone who wants to do it!

#ask game #fuck you pleg (respectfully)

[heathsbitch]

Hey could you possibly write a Kaz Brekker smut where they have been working on his touch aversion for sometime now and kaz gets impatient and just kisses her and smut ensues

Hi, my love!

I've already written a fic that has a similar storyline to this already. It's called Baby Steps and you can find part one here and part two (with smut) here.

I hope you enjoy!

#baby steps #ask

[heathsbitch]

serenity*

• pairing: kaz brekker x black!reader

• requested: Yes

• warnings: oral (m on f), poor proof reading (as usual)

• word count: 599

• a/n: She's back! Again! S2 has pulled me from the depths and hopefully, I will be uploading more regularly. Please keep in mind that in this fic, the reader and Kaz are in an established relationship and have worked through his

Tension crept across the muscles in his back, bright eyes heavy with fatigue; he dragged himself back to the Slat, craving nothing more than rest and relaxation, preferably between the legs of his lover. The job had been tedious and gruelling, punishing for every crow – mistakes came easily to all of them, but Kaz scolded himself, believing it was his fault so many things went awry. He wasn’t focused, his mind wandered on an entirely different plane – lost in thoughts of what it would feel like to peel the clothes off his lover. It had been both a blessing and a curse to ask her to wear that dress. That white dress. The dress that hugged her form, pulling and embracing every one of her curves. The ivory dress that complimenting her ebony skin perfectly. He couldn’t help but let his eyes deviate from the locks he was tasked to pick.

Kaz was tempted to scour the streets of Ketterdam in search for a painter, a sculptor, anything that would allow him to capture the picture of his lover in that dress. But he knew nothing, no one would be able to encapsulate her beauty, the sheer sensuality of the thin fabric that caressed her skin. He thought she belonged in a temple; the very picture of some ancient deity, made to bring men to their knees, made to be worshipped. And Kaz had every intention of doing so.

The second they returned to their shared room, their sanctuary away from the prying eyes of the Barrel, Kaz’s hands found the material of her chalky dress, allowing himself to indulge in the sight one last time before he met the bare flesh of her shoulder. He took pleasure in the sight of his pale fingers pressed against her dark skin, pawing and squeezing every inch of her. His name fell from her lips like a prayer as his mouth followed in the wake of his hands. Wet, open-mouthed kisses met her body as the dress was gradually peeled from her form.

“Someone’s eager.” Kaz’s lover giggled as she was ushered towards the bed. “Is there shame in wanting to worship a living Saint?” He muttered against her lips after placing a tender kiss to them. “My, my,” She teased, “ I never took Dirtyhands for a religious man,” He lightly nipped her hip with his teeth, scolding her for her taunts. “You wanted to worship me? Then worship.” At her command, she spread her legs, presenting her already-dripping core to her lover. He stared like a man starved, fingers digging into the sable flesh of her thighs.

“Fuck,” He whimpered into her slit as he licked a long stripe from her entrance to her bug, revelling in the sharp gasp that escaped her throat. The moans and whimpers that left her only spurred Kaz on further, grasping her by the apex of her legs and tugging her body closer to his further. Tongue diving deeper, dark eyelashes fluttered shut as his hips rutted against the sheets below him; he found his own pleasure through worshipping his goddess. All the stress from the day languidly vanished, replaced by desire, a burning lust for his lover. From the moment he saw her in that white dress, Kaz knew he yearned for nothing more than to escape back to the Slat with her, to find peace between her thighs. His wish had been granted, by the Saints or perhaps the deity squirming under the work of his tongue. Bliss washed over the pair, both of them finding serenity within one another’s pleasure.

You can find my other Kaz (and other Grishaverse) writings in my Masterlist.

#self reblog #for timezones #serenity

[heathsbitch]

The praising in So Good is amazing 🤌🤌🤌

Hi, love.

Sorry this has taken so long for me to get to, but thank you so much! I always appreciate feedback from you guys and I hope you enjoy all of my future writings!

For those of you who haven't read it, you can find So Good here.

#so good #ask

[heathsbitch]

can i have a smut of kaz brekker x black!reader? where kaz was always mesmerized by the eyes and the black and white contrast of the two of them together (r loves to wear white) and after a mission where reader wore a white dress kaz is very happy to reach the slat and see the dress slip off the reader's body and be able to kiss her skin again. a lot of our kaz loving to pleasure the r in every way they can like she is a goddess. a little dom!reader? I live for it

Hi, love.

Thank you so much for requesting, you can read Serenity here.

I hope you enjoy!

#serenity #ask

[heathsbitch]

serenity*

• pairing: kaz brekker x black!reader

• requested: Yes

• warnings: oral (m on f), poor proof reading (as usual)

• word count: 599

• a/n: She's back! Again! S2 has pulled me from the depths and hopefully, I will be uploading more regularly. Please keep in mind that in this fic, the reader and Kaz are in an established relationship and have worked through his

Tension crept across the muscles in his back, bright eyes heavy with fatigue; he dragged himself back to the Slat, craving nothing more than rest and relaxation, preferably between the legs of his lover. The job had been tedious and gruelling, punishing for every crow – mistakes came easily to all of them, but Kaz scolded himself, believing it was his fault so many things went awry. He wasn’t focused, his mind wandered on an entirely different plane – lost in thoughts of what it would feel like to peel the clothes off his lover. It had been both a blessing and a curse to ask her to wear that dress. That white dress. The dress that hugged her form, pulling and embracing every one of her curves. The ivory dress that complimenting her ebony skin perfectly. He couldn’t help but let his eyes deviate from the locks he was tasked to pick.

Kaz was tempted to scour the streets of Ketterdam in search for a painter, a sculptor, anything that would allow him to capture the picture of his lover in that dress. But he knew nothing, no one would be able to encapsulate her beauty, the sheer sensuality of the thin fabric that caressed her skin. He thought she belonged in a temple; the very picture of some ancient deity, made to bring men to their knees, made to be worshipped. And Kaz had every intention of doing so.

The second they returned to their shared room, their sanctuary away from the prying eyes of the Barrel, Kaz’s hands found the material of her chalky dress, allowing himself to indulge in the sight one last time before he met the bare flesh of her shoulder. He took pleasure in the sight of his pale fingers pressed against her dark skin, pawing and squeezing every inch of her. His name fell from her lips like a prayer as his mouth followed in the wake of his hands. Wet, open-mouthed kisses met her body as the dress was gradually peeled from her form.

“Someone’s eager.” Kaz’s lover giggled as she was ushered towards the bed. “Is there shame in wanting to worship a living Saint?” He muttered against her lips after placing a tender kiss to them. “My, my,” She teased, “ I never took Dirtyhands for a religious man,” He lightly nipped her hip with his teeth, scolding her for her taunts. “You wanted to worship me? Then worship.” At her command, she spread her legs, presenting her already-dripping core to her lover. He stared like a man starved, fingers digging into the sable flesh of her thighs.

“Fuck,” He whimpered into her slit as he licked a long stripe from her entrance to her bug, revelling in the sharp gasp that escaped her throat. The moans and whimpers that left her only spurred Kaz on further, grasping her by the apex of her legs and tugging her body closer to his further. Tongue diving deeper, dark eyelashes fluttered shut as his hips rutted against the sheets below him; he found his own pleasure through worshipping his goddess. All the stress from the day languidly vanished, replaced by desire, a burning lust for his lover. From the moment he saw her in that white dress, Kaz knew he yearned for nothing more than to escape back to the Slat with her, to find peace between her thighs. His wish had been granted, by the Saints or perhaps the deity squirming under the work of his tongue. Bliss washed over the pair, both of them finding serenity within one another’s pleasure.

You can find my other Kaz (and other Grishaverse) writings in my Masterlist.

#serenity #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker smut #freddy carter #freddy carter imagine #freddy carter smut #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #imagine #smut #angst #fic

[heathsbitch]

Im a little lad

#i am assuming this is pleg #if it is #i miss you bb #pls come home from war #ask

[heathsbitch]

Welcome

TO THE VEEPOCALYPSE

I AM CONFUSED

but she is gorgeous so im not mad

#pleg #ask

[heathsbitch]

Hi I dont normally ask for fics but this idea wont leave my head till i have it and I love your work and I havent seen this any were as a fix but here's my idea.

this is an au were kaz brekker has learned to overcome his touch phobia fully but only with the reader and now he craves the readers touches . Its Sub kaz brekker x dom reader were the reader just teases and makes kaz brekker beg and reveal that kaz likes being praised like alot and wants nothing more then to be the readers good boy.

if you do this ideas please tag me tag me

Hi my lovely!

Thank you so much for requesting, you can read When The Sun Goes Down here. I hope you enjoy!

#when the sun goes down #ask

[heathsbitch]

when the sun goes down*

• pairing: kaz brekker x gn!reader

• requested: Yes, @alex-kazbrekkersimp

• warnings: Smut, oral sex, sub!Kaz, dom!reader, poor proof reading (as usual)

• word count: 758

• a/n: I’m not sure if this is good at all, I haven’t written dom!reader before so let me know if you like it or not!

Dirtyhands. Bastard. Crow. A myriad of titles had been bestowed upon Kaz Brekker by the denizens of Ketterdam. Little attention was paid to those feeble attempts to spark some form of reprisal from the leader of the dregs himself. He almost welcomed the names, the power they granted him, the fear that spread through people upon their utterance.

Yet after so many years of harsh monikers being spat at him, Kaz craved a softer touch; it was no lie he enjoyed the trepidation he’d spread across the city he called home, but he could not keep up that façade for every minute of every day. It was not often the Bastard of the Barrel was brought to his knees, let alone willingly. But when the sun sunk below the horizon of Kerch, Kaz’s turbulent thoughts, once filled with the hunger and desperation for power, thoughts that conjured the titles people gave him, simmered to a more carnal desire. The desire to please. If anyone knew of what Dirtyhands himself did behind closed doors, they’d ridicule him, mock him, laugh in his face, tear down every brick Kaz had so carefully placed over the years. But there was one person who was aware of his behaviour when the sun went down, one who was not so certain people would have such a cynical opinion on him. Me.

It had taken years to conjure the trust that now bonded us together, years to overcome the water that would threaten to drown him if he were to come into contact with another person. Kaz was reluctant at first, stubborn and too full of pride to allow me past his walls, but I never pushed him. Gradually, he let his mask slip, and the praises that left my lips as he did so only encouraged the process further. Kaz Brekker was a man many relied on in their day to day lives and it was clear to me that the responsibility of such a task was wearing him down. I knew he needed to relax, to let go, to give someone else control for even just a moment. What I did not know was how willingly he accepted this, how greedily he ate up my praises, how eager he was to please.

“Please,” A whimper had snapped me from my momentary daydream, attention brought back to the man in front of me. So obediently on his knees, hands resting on his thighs, his purely concentrated on my every move, trying to deduce what I was going to do next. “Please,” Kaz begged again, his dark lashes brushed his cheeks as his closed his eyes, his head dipped forward, tendrils of raven hair falling onto his face. “Touch me,” Shame washed over him as he spoke, but desperation had a far more powerful hold on the man.

I hummed in response, debating whether to give into his request immediately or drag out this teasing well into the night. My fingers came to meet his face, the tips trailing across the sharp lines of his jaw. He pushed into my touch, craving more, wishing that my hands would work their way lower towards his lap where his hands so obediently resided. I obliged, tracing my fingers down his pale skin, across the scars the adorned his toned body. The muscle beneath them twitched, acknowledging my touch, encouraging me to continue.

“You’re doing so well for me, so obedient,” I praised him, crouching so I was level with his own hooded eyes. Leaning close to him, my lips trailed his ear before muttering, “Such a good boy,”

A whimper escaped his throat, eyes slipping shut once again; I caught his hand as he tried to grip his aching cock which had been leaking since I entered the room. “Let me help you with that,” My lips sunk to his appendage, mouth engulfing his length. Moans and profanities left the man beneath me, his hands twitched by his sides, unsure if he was allowed to touch me or not. His hips bucked lightly, encouraging my mouth to take him deeper, to reward him for being so good for me.

Shadows filtered in through the bare-thread blinds of Kaz’s bedroom, danced over his pale skin as our bodies intertwined with each other; Kaz’s desperate whimpers the only sound that resided between us. I retracted my touch from him, a whine stumbling from his thin lips. My mouth returned to his cock, placing a featherlight kiss on his tip as I whispered, “Such a good boy for me.”

You can find my other Kaz writings in my Masterlist.

#when the sun goes down #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker smut #freddy carter #freddy carter imagine #freddy carter smut #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #imagine #smut #angst #fic

[heathsbitch]

Hey idk if you take requests but if you, could you make a Kaz brekker x corporalki reader. Where a job goes wrong and they have to run. To throw off suspicion they hide in an alley and pretend to couple just havin some fun. Kaz is like "kiss me" and reader is (internally like yes please) but also like "wow wait what no" to not make him freak out over the contact. So he pulls her in himself and immediately she feels him tense so she takes away his sick feeling with her grisha powers and he gets relaxed and like... really into it 😅😅

Hi my lovely!

I'm sorry this has sat in my inbox for so long, but you can read Painkiller here. I hope you enjoy!

#ask #painkiller

[heathsbitch]

PAINKILLER - k.b

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Slight allusion to smut (if you squint), poor proof reading (as usual)

Word Count: 1184

A/N: Hi my lovelies! I know this has been a long time coming so I hope you enjoy. I haven’t written in a while so this might not be one of my best works but there should be more to come in the near future. I hope you enjoy!

Shadows engulfed our bodies, cascaded over our skin as our breath mingled with one another. The cold climate of Ketterdam allowed us to see our breath dance together in the small space between our faces. Short pants left both of us, eyes darting back to the threshold of the alley, anxiously scanning for any Dime Lions who were hunting for us. Yet again, one of Kaz Brekker’s infallible plans (his words directly) had collapsed faster than Jesper trying to resist the call of the cards. Another job gone awry, another pursuit through the murky streets of Ketterdam.

As protocol demanded of us, the other Crows and I had split into pairs in order to escape from the scene of the crime. And, of course, I had to end up with the Bastard of the Barrel himself. It was his fault the job had gone amiss; he had miscalculated how long it would take his deft fingers to pry into the lock of the safe. Ever skilful with his hands, we trusted him blindly. But we were swarmed by Dime Lions before Kaz could bypass the lock, much to everyone’s chagrin. Frustration still clouded my mind as I glared at my boss; his head lent against the damp stone wall of the alley, chest heaving with deep breaths. My eyes followed the sharp lines of his jaw, the shadows that covered us accentuating them. His tongue slipped past the barrier of his thin lips to moisten them before he allowed his eyes a moments rest, a great sigh escaping from his broad chest.

I was desperate to know what was raging through his head; perhaps he shared in my anger at the failure of a job, or maybe he held no remorse at all, merely considering the next job he’d send us on. My theories were soon discarded however, as I saw him move a singular gloved hand to his stomach, his breaths still deep but more controlled. Despite the fact that Kaz and I would often bicker and bite at one another, I was one of his most trusted compatriots; and I knew what most did not. The truth about his childhood, the demons that threatened to drag him into the depths of the water where his brother resided, the bile that promised to rise from his throat if he were to come into contact with another human being.

I pushed my back harder against the alley wall, trying to distance myself from my boss in a desperate attempt to provide him with some relief. Either my effort went unnoticed, or he didn’t care, for the next words that came from his mouth were, “Stop staring.”

“I’m not staring.” I was quick to respond, pressing myself further against the wall in another futile attempt to widen the space between us. “Then what are you doing?” His eyes were back on me, scanning me; ice following every slight movement of my face, every twitch of my lips, searching for the truth as if it were about to appear written on my forehead. “Checking for injuries,” I simply replied, my talents as not only a Grisha, but a healer, had been put to use countless times after jobs had gone astray. Or Jesper had ended up pissing off some poor soul that ended in a bar fight neither wanted. He merely hummed as a response before his eyes went back to the opening of the alley, scouting for Dime Lions again.

The sun had begun to set on Ketterdam, more and more people filtered onto the streets; laughter, smells of cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol had started to float among the airwaves. Night was falling, the streets growing more crowded by the second, filled with inhabitants desperate for some form of sin. “We should move.” I suggested, fidgeting with my hands. Discomfort still lurked between us, “We can’t risk moving, not yet. We need to stay low,” He ran a hand through his dark hair, the strands slipping through his fingers as they found their place against his forehead. Kaz shifted on his feet, and I could see he was trying to think of his next move, planning a way for us to escape from the alley without being cornered by the Lions.  

“Come here.” He muttered; words barely eligible over the sounds of various forms of pleasure that had crowded the streets of Ketterdam. “Excuse me?” To say I was shocked at his declaration would have been an understatement. The man in front of me nodded towards the opening of the alley, directing my attention to couples that had chosen that space to indulge in one another. Hands wandered against bodies, mouths collided with mouths, “If the Dime Lions come looking for us here, all they’ll find is people enjoying each other.” He had taken a step closer to me, no longer leaning his back against the dame alley wall. “But Kaz...” I tried to protest, thinking of the demons that were lurking behind his cold eyes.

He reached a gloved hand towards mine and pulled it towards him, more specifically his stomach. “Try.” I knew what he meant; we had mentioned it in passing before but had never got the chance to try it. I had proposed the idea that perhaps my abilities as a Corporalki could ease the nausea that filled him every time he came into contact with someone else. My eyes slipped shut as my fingers flexed, trying to find the pain that lurked within him; his hand remained wrapped around my wrist, pushing my fingers harder against himself. Even through the multiple layers of clothing, I could feel his muscles taut and tensing under my touch.

A whimper of relief left Kaz’s thin lips as he threw his head back once more, “Fuck.” It was working. I looked at the man in front of me as I continued to work at his pain. His eyes found me, “Kiss me.” He whispered. Unsure of whether the sudden urge for intimacy was to keep up the rouse of a couple, or if it came as a result of his new-found relief, I obliged his request.

Tentatively, I let my lips find his. Another moan came from Kaz, this time more guttural and primal. His hips pushed into mine, my back hitting the wall of the alley. His gloved fingers slid around my waist as the once-gentle kiss deepened. Our teeth collided, tongues dancing, hips grinding into one another. The surprise that filled my mind at his request had slowly begun to sink away, instead replaced by another feeling. One of hunger, of lust, for the Bastard of the Barrel, the very same Bastard who refused to come within an inch of another human being if he had the choice. The very same Bastard whose mouth was connected to mine, whose hands wondered the softer parts of my body, aimlessly grabbing and squeezing at the flesh. He was a man starved; a tortured man who had finally found relief, and was desperate to work out the frustrations that had amassed within his body.

You can find my other Kaz writings in my Masterlist.

#painkiller #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker smut #freddy carter imagine #freddy carter smut #shadow and bone #six of crows #imagine #smut #angst #fluff #fic

[heathsbitch]

Update!

Hey loves!

I just wanted to update you guys and let you know that I am currently working on the requests sat in my inbox! Hopefully they should be posted soon so keep an eye out (they’re Kaz Brekker one-shots). My inbox is always open for more requests, check out my character to list to check who I write for. 

Thank you always for the support, and I hope you enjoy the fics when they’re posted!

#yet another update #yes i know im a shithouse #but im trying to be productive i promise

[heathsbitch]

Ella vadussy

i concur

#pleg #i'm assuming this is pleg #this has sat in my inbox for so long #ella vaday #ask

[heathsbitch]

*bangs fists on table* BIN WEEVILS FIC PLEASE

pleg, my darling, i am deeply concerned for your mental wellbeing

#ask #pleg

[heathsbitch]

Update!

Hey loves!

I know I've been inactive for so long and for that I'm so sorry, I should've posted an update sooner. Life's been a bit hectic recently, but now I have some free time again, I'm planning on writing more!

Because it's been so long since people have sent me anons and requests, I'm going to clean out my inbox. I am taking new requests, but if you'd like to send the same one as before, you're more than willing to do so! As always, check out my Masterlist and my Fandom List to see who I write for. At this point in time, my go-to things to write for would be Shadow and Bone and Stranger Things (specifically the older characters like Eddie, Robin, 001 etc), just because I feel like they're both relevant (in my mind at least) right now so I'm more motivated to write for them. But don't be shy to request something else from my list!

Thank you always for the love and support you've shown on my writings, it means a lot and it's always a great encouragement to keep going!

#i promise i will try not to procrastinate too much #and i will try and get requests written #suddenly im motivated to write again