#“hot diggity dog... this place is magnificent”
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oliskyesisdaddy · 1 year ago
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the fact that my fictional husband was 41 irl when I was born.... I don't have daddy issues, I swear
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oliskyesisdaddy · 1 year ago
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I'm so hot for the plot thoooo
I watch the walking dead for the plot
- the plot
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deadprompts · 1 year ago
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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝟽 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.
content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.
you're either with us or you ain't.
you do the same damn stink eye as your dad
i'm not saving you anymore.
you should be dead.
i love a gal that takes me to dinner and doesn’t expect me to put out.
you're sitting over there talking outside both sides of your mouth.
i know i had to make a pretty strong first impression.
you’re lucky. don’t forget.
i just bent over backwards to show you how reasonable i am.
it's gonna be dark soon.
did you just threaten me?
you see, now i just think you're lying.
kid. i ain't gonna lie. you scare the shit out of me.
are you kiddin' me?
do soy sauce packets count as food?
i'm dealing in certainties, and i'm doing my part to give them what they want.
what'd he have? a knife?
i get why you did it.
i would not have messed with that guy!
hot diggity dog! this place is magnificent!
i don’t give a shit if you think you’ve found the secret to life.
if you keep thinking everyone's an enemy, then enemies are all you're gonna find.
let me give you some advice.
you should go before you find out how dangerous we really are.
that takes guts... and then there's you.
people want someone to follow.
same goes for you too right?
little pig, little pig, let me in!
i want you to think about what could've happened, think about what happened, and think about what can still happen.
don’t pretend you don’t know the score.
anyone wanna finish the game? come on! i was winning!
it ain’t just about getting by here. it’s about getting it all.
people can try and you set you in the right direction, but they can’t show you the way.
listen, i like you, so i don't want to go hard proving a point here.
we'll win. but we need to wait for the right moment.
i hear your concern. i'm not insensitive to it.
people say i have an expressive face.
i always found it hard getting close to anyone.
that remind you of anyone you know?
if you knew us, if you knew anything, you would kill us.
well pardon me.
look, just put it down...
we need to talk.
hope you're not trying to hide stuff from us 'cause that generally doesn't go over very well.
i feel like i ought to give you a signing bonus.
you bunch of pussies!
nobody's evil. they just decide to forget who they are.
i think i've made my position very clear.
i'm serious. do you want me to prove how serious?
bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together.
whatever you had going for you... that is over now.
what's about to happen is gonna be hard to watch.
if you're having problems of that nature, come to see me.
some people are evil. i've seen it.
i was gifted these pickles.
how about a "thank you?"
i can't be the only one to notice that you got a fat lady in charge of keeping track of rations, can i?
he's an idiot.
you'll get yourself killed.
you should know, there is no door number four. this is it. this is the only way.
speak when you're spoken too.
in case you haven't caught on, i just slipped my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it.
i can see this is hard on you guys.
we provide security for others. we bring civilization back to this world.
you guys have a barbecue or something and not invite us?
i'll find you.
you were thinking about someone else.
my apologies for leaving the place a bit of a mess, but we got a litany of other shit to attend to!
you like ice cream? we have ice cream.
me? i ain't doing shit.
you got your friend killed.
not making a decision is a big decision.
drink from the well, replenish the well.
suck my nuts.
he's a coward. they're more dangerous.
don't be rude.
this must be hard for you right?
no matter how things go down, i got your back.
we'll crack open some tequila, we'll talk, we'll work it out.
you don't have to do this.
your people are making me lose my voice doing all this yelling.
i'd like to take it back to awkward silence now.
i mean, you have been king shit for so long.
we made it. we can make it. we can.
you're not me.
it’s because you got no guts.
was the joke that bad?
is that you? underneath all that man bush?
thanks for saving my life before. and other time. oh, and the other time.
get on your knees.
you really want to see all these people die? you will.
i am indeed a smarty pants.
what the hell, man?
we're the ones who live.
don't wander around here on your own.
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team-iceflower · 2 years ago
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Ruby walking into the gun store: Hot diggity dog! This place is magnificent.
Weiss: Ruby, we had an intervention about you saying that everytime we walked in here.
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velnna · 1 year ago
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Me strolling across your page 'hot diggity dog, this place is magnificent!'
Glad you like it here 🕺
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eggsmuses-a · 2 years ago
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KHALOM •:
Khalom blushed under Eris' praise, though she puffed up a little in pride as well. A part of her, a quieter, more helpful part since her own Nightmare Severance, worried that her attitude swung too far the other way. That in refusing to be hopeless, to give in, she annoyed people or hurt them. But, the quiet part reminded her, here was Eris confirming the opposite. That there was good coming over the way she thought and acted.
Khalom appreciated that.
She walked down the delicate icy path carefully, glancing down at the yawning gap below. Was this cave here, she wondered, before the Pyramid's arrival? Or did it dig up the ground and rock, burrowing itself and hiding from humanity?
"Yeah, I've got Delicate here," Khalom said, pulling the fusion rifle into her hands from her back. Fusions weren't her go to, that was more Forget-Me-Not's thing, but if Eris required it Khalom could work with it. She wondered what the fusion rifle could do here? And why this one in particular? "If I might ask," she said as stared up at the massive, looming Pyramid, "what's this great thing you see? I mean, I am a delight," Khalom joked with a wink, "but sometimes I do feel like I'm just throwing shit at the wall and seeing what sticks."
She rarely admitted that to herself, let alone other people. But, well, Eris had earned herself the nickname Goth Mom for a reason. Khalom felt like she could just... Talk to her. Especially after the events on the Leviathan.
EGGSMUSES •:
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Eris' hand forks around the fusion rifle, tracing its outline as she carefully removes it from Khalom's grasp. She's tentative as she studies it, her grip loose like it holds an infection. She draws it to her chest, stepping toward the gate of the Pyramid, small and insignificant compared to the grandiose scale of the entrance.
ᴇ ——— ❝ Is it not obvious ? ❞ Crota's bane teases back, licking her lips with mischief at the query. Eris closes her acolyte eyes, sentimentality returning once more. ❝ Rest assured, Guardian, you are doing much more than you believe. The Light within you reeks potent of purity, unchallenged, even in the face of the decaying Darkness. I believe that alone makes you far superior than you care to debate, worthy of becoming an Iron Lord of old. Trust. ❞
Trust. Learnt from her friends, her found family. Eris is content as the thought rebirths once more, new &. comforting. One day, Khalom might find solace in the word amongst her friends too—more than now.
Her attention is back to the Lunar Pyramid now. Her head bows in acknowledgement as she holds the fusion rifle up, mounting it upon a pedestal just before the door. Her eye catches onto the gun when whispers begin to scratch her eardrums again, pounding at the door to her mind to open up and let it in. Whatever it is, it seeks to feed on her turmoil again, &. nightmares threaten to rise once more.
She ignores the attempt to batter down her walls, pulling the trigger of the weapon.
The fusion rifle wails as it sprays Arc over the door, wheezing as the power imbues into the patterns carved and form around the dents. It shines, crackling as the power serves as a key, opening the gate.
Eris poises herself in preparation for an attack, but nothing comes.
The former-Hunter turns to her inferior, a gentle nod as she muses, ❝ The Lunar Pyramid is ours to investigate. ❞
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Eris taps the rocky wall of the cavern, humming a familiar tune that since the demise of the Hive goddess, she can't seem to recollect as well. The smoothness of her tone, it scratches the halls &. echoes as she feels for hollowness. The homeliness of her voice crackles like a record player, nostalgia so easy to be lost in.
She runs her thumb circular over her orb, looking to Khalom with a nod. Whenever she stopped the song is unknown, unforeseeable as it still seems to rattle around the room like it still plays. But it is absent, a hollow melody, a harmony killed with it's creator. There is only silence, aside from Eris' speech,
#゙ ᴇ ——— ❝ This, this is the reside, Guardian. ❞ &. perhaps it is a more welcoming change to hear communication rather than the Witch Queen's imitations. ❝ If you would do the honours to remove it. ❞ She gestures to the wall. The one that reverberated her knock, hollow.
When the wall does crumble, Eris holds her orb to light the path of cobwebs. She slowly blinks, relaxed as if a loving cat were testing the waters of safety around it's owner.
❝ I must thank you again for venturing to the deep with me once more. ❞ She is content to just talk to herself while still addressing Khalom. The way Eris communicates is a series of thinking aloud as if she were the only presence, &. addressing others around her. ❝ Though, Guardians are walls to be leaned on. We are the inmost heart, a resolve so strong to power in despair, &. kindness with unshakable loyalty. We will sacrifice for our own &. beyond. We are all in the same vein. Is that not the oath the City swore ? ❞
Her prose is something she adopted in her solitude. Her fortress, where she needed such vivid descriptors to plant her roots &. survive. It may be hard to hear her words past what they are shown, but beneath is heartfelt.
❝ Following our severances on the Leviathan, &. the gathering of Nezarec's relics ... I wished to revisit the Lunar pyramid with new eyes. We both see the pyramid more clearly for what it is now that the vile plague of Nightmares has shifted to Calus' turmoil &. woes. They may rest there ... curiosity has taken myself for the better, however. ❞ The tunnel is eerie in a discomforting but reassuring way. Eris recognises this, &. she directs her point of interest to the still-Hunter.
❝ Having faced the Darkness for what it is ... I must ask how clearly you see ahead, Guardian. You of all people must envision a road. What path do you plan to take; how do you feel ? ❞
@fireteam-silent filled the interest tracker !
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pillowdrawz · 2 years ago
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Just curious.
To answer the number 3 (Ninjago,Ninjago music pirate is my fav)
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loversplayground · 7 months ago
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Hot diggity dog...this place is magnificent. 😍
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theteasetwrites · 2 years ago
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Negan ☠️🤐
MWAHAHHAAHHA YES
Electric chair for Negan.
All right, now there is some nuance here to my opinion, but ultimately, he should be dead.
I love Negan as a villain. I think he was the perfect amount of menacing and entertaining. He has some of my favorite one-liners. I mean, "Hot diggity dog! This place is magnificent!" will forever be one of my favorite TWD scenes. Oh and when he called Gabriel "creepy as shit"... so good.
That being said, Negan is supposed to be a villain. As a villain, he is a terrible person, and he's supposed to be a terrible person. He's literally evil. I do not condone ANYTHING he did. Everything he did as the leader of the Saviors makes him a bad person, period. If anyone says he's a good person, they're delusional. You can like Negan all you want, but you have to admit he is a bad guy and he always will be because of what he did.
The problem is that the writers are trying to give him a redemption arc, and it's... stupid. He is never going to be able to be redeemed for the shit he did, and he had no excuse to do anything he did. Ok, so his wife died, that means he can murder hundreds of innocent people and coerce women into sleeping with him? Nah. No excuse, sorry.
Negan seasons 7-8? Perfect villain. Negan seasons 9-11? Boring and annoying. Rick really should've put him out of his misery, but AMC knew that JDM was their cash cow.
Overall, I hate Negan, and I wish he would've died in season 8 like he should've, but they kept the Negan shit going, and now he's getting a spin-off. Ridiculous.
That all being said, Negan hot af sometimes. I'd smash.
Official theteasetwrites character rating: 3/10 (only because he's funny/hot sometimes and a good villain ok, otherwise he would be in the negatives)
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localsya · 2 years ago
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HOT DIGGITY DOG THIS PLACE IS MAGNIFICENT
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frenziedslashers · 2 years ago
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Negan is so fucking childish and hilarious I hate it.
"Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close.. yeah.. it's gonna be peepee pants city here real soon😼"
"You hear that? 😂 he said SuCK My nUtS!!!!"
"Holy crap! YOU are creepy as shit, sneaking up on me wearing that collar wiith that freaky ass smile😨"
"Hot diggety dog! This place is MAGNIFICENT!!!"
"A baseball bat doesn't have a pussy!"
"In case you have't caught on, I just slipped my dick down your throat. And you thanked me for it."
"I wear a leather jacket, I have Lucille, and my nut sack is made of steel."
"Lucille is thirsty! She's a vampire bat."
"You got some Beach-ball sized lady nuts coming in kamikaze like that!" (personal favorite)
and "Your shittin' pants... I hope you are wearing them right now.. Becuase you are about to shit your pants."
Are some of my FAVORITES from him LMAO
I also love the hot-diggity-dog one, becuase my dad says that anytime we go anywhere new or cool lmao
I also love the whole scene where he kills Spencer (I hated Spencer) and he's all "Oh my gosh you do have guts! I have never been so wrong in my life!" I feel horrible that that whole scene made me laugh LMAO
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tenetikles · 8 months ago
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Same anon,
So let me get this straight, cute orc girl, 6'3 almost 300 lbs of muscle, very ticklish, and she has a curse where those who have aggression towards her will tickle her? And a spider person who is proficient in restraint magic. Hot diggity dog, this place is magnificent.
In all seriousness, that is awesome. Well maybe not for Freya but given the art works you've shown of her adventures, she'll be fine.
The thought of all those spells being used one after the other to induce panic in her comes to thought. Her walking into their territory and then casting silence on her, the area that had some sound abruptly going quiet. Going on guard taking a stance or giving her back to a tree or wall and trying to observe her surroundings to get a hold of the situation just to have blindness added next. Panic rising as she suddenly feels hands grabbing at her bicep and wrist. Trying to grab hold at what she assumes to be a person only to grasp at air. The hands tug at her and she tries to pull at them instead, only to have a sensation strike at her side or hip on the opposite side, making her jump or shriek.
My god anon you are keeping me alive!
She would so panic the minute magical darkness surrounded her. And not being able to see who or what is holding her still.
A squeak or a yelp would come out of her when her side is squeezed and then I can only imagine they get to properly restrain her after blinding her. And the silence on top of that! She can’t hear or see anyone coming, the hands on her confuse her, unable to find an assailant but still getting herself pinned to a tree without choice.
I imagine they try to get a rise out of tickling her and if she doesn’t break they can use the hideous laughter spell on her to crack her open while tickling her. The spell only lasts a minute which doesn’t matter because once it’s worn off she can’t stop laughing from the insistent tickles!
Damn i kinda wanna write a fic now???
But whoever is hell bent on tickling her better know what they’re doing! Gotta make sure she doesn’t get loose!
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gh0stgirl333 · 2 years ago
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Hi! I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH SO I'M HERE AGAIN! This time I would like to ask you to write something about Kaz Brekker and reader where she is like a longtime friend and a member of the Crows. The two have always had feelings for each other but never spoke about it so, when they argue because something dangerous happens, the truth comes out and a smut at the end?! I love this prompt so much. I don't know why but I'm so obsessed with best friends to lovers!
OMG girl yes, I love this trope too! This is my first fic with any smut, but I'll try my best! I also didn't mean to make this so long, but it just sort of happened?
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Movement - Kaz Brekker (18+, Minors DNI)
Synopsis ! You and Kaz have been friends forever, but lately, you couldn't help but want something more. When the two of you are put in danger's path, both of your truths are out in the open. Pairing ! Kaz Brekker x fem!reader Genres ! Friends-to-lovers, angst, fluff, smut Warnings ! Violence, blood, danger, language, reader is the only one who can touch Kaz, maybe slightly ooc Kaz?, kissing, nudity, sexual content (fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex [wrap it up people]) Word Count - 3047
" When you move I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be When you move I could never define all that you are to me " - Movement, Hozier
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You and Inej ran across the rooftops, jumping from gable to gable. Tonight's heist had a plentiful bounty that sat nestled in Inej's pockets. The two of you had been charged with stealing some pieces of the Ravkan crown jewels that had been taken from the palace and illegally sold.
What did Kaz want with stolen jewels? He may be your best friend, but not even you could read his mind. He had tells, of course, as did almost everybody, but Kaz’s past made him especially skillful at hiding them. You knew this all too well.
After all, you had been the one to pull him out of the harbor.
You had been infected with firepox like Kaz and his brother, but Jordie was the only one who perished out of the three of you. You didn’t know them personally at the time, only in passing. When you and Kaz were both dumped into the harbor with the others who had died, thought to be dead yourselves, you had woken up to same horrors of rotting corpses around you and the feeling of cold, mushy flesh.
While you had been around death and illness before—witnessing your parents die of the disease—Kaz hadn’t seen anything like this until then. He’d had to use his brother’s body as a life raft to swim to shore. You’d grown up swimming in a nearby fishing village, so you swam to shore easily. When you saw Kaz struggling, you’d reached out to him, and he’d hung onto you for dear life.
That night had been traumatizing for him, and for years afterwards, he was unable to touch anyone. It took several more years to get him to touch you, and you’d been patient and worked with Kaz to get used to the feeling of skin on skin again. But it could only be you. Anyone else, and he’d be right back in the water.
You were always there to pull Kaz out of the murky depths, witnessing him at his lowest. You were also there to see him in his triumph of leading his Crows and defeating Pekka Rollins. Finally, he could rest, and Kaz wanted to do it with you.
While planning heists, of course.
Kaz didn’t want you going along, and he’d always try to persuade you to stay behind or at least stay by his side. He always had a soft side for you, so he’d usually meet you halfway. You were in the same boat; your connection to Kaz originated from your soul, and you’d do anything to appease him. But tonight, Kaz wasn’t there, so you took the opportunity to join Inej on the rooftops.
You just didn’t expect anyone to shoot you.
Kaz stormed into your room at the Slat, the door slamming into the wall behind him as he took in your white undershirt lifted just enough to reveal the bloodied gash on the side of your ribs. “What the hell happened?”
You rolled your eyes as Jesper held you down while Nina worked to heal the wound in your side. “It’s a scratch, Kaz. I’m totally fine. The bullet didn’t hit anything serious.”
“Bullet?!” Kaz exclaimed in shock. “I was told you fell off the roof.”
Wylan, from his spot in the corner of the room, hummed in opposition. “That was after she was shot.”
You suddenly let out a groan, squirming in Jesper’s arms. Kaz rushed over as fast as he could, ignoring the searing pain in his leg. “Move, Jes.”
Kaz took Jesper’s spot in keeping you still while Nina finished healing you. “It’s going to leave a scar, but you should be fine by the morning. Good thing the bullet never actually went through you.”
“That will be enough, Nina,” Kaz said lowly, and everyone knew to clear the room as fast as they could.
As soon as the others were gone, you sighed, pulling your undershirt down to cover your bandage. “Say what you’re going to say and get it over with.”
“How the fuck could you be so stupid? Joining Inej on the roof, of all places? Why not be with Nina or Jesper on the ground? We all know how clumsy you are, so it was just a matter of time before you fell off, and oh, look. You did!”
You snorted. “Like Wylan said, that was after I was shot.”
Kaz glared at you as he paced the room, leaning heavily on his cane. “That doesn’t make it any better.”
“Nothing ever does. You never let me do anything.” A child-like pout formed on your lips, and Kaz wanted to tuck your bottom lip back in place.
He refrained, however. “I have my reasons.”
“Saints, Kaz,” you huffed, sitting up and carefully standing, trying to keep your bandages in place. “If you’re not going to let me go on jobs, why am I even here?”
Kaz met your eyes, the most intense and unique shade of blue you’d ever seen. “When we were young, we promised to stick together. Don’t you remember?”
You swallowed, memories flashing behind your eyes; pinkies interlocking, teary eyes, and yes, the promise that the two of you had made.
“Of course I remember, you idiot,” you replied, holding out your pinkie finger.
Kaz glanced down at it out of the corner of his eye, dead set on refusing, but he could never say no to you. He sighed, linking your bare finger with his gloved one. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” he whispered, deep and low in his throat.
You shook your head, lips turning upwards. “You will never lose me, Kaz. I’m yours forever.”
Something crossed his eyes for a brief moment, something you’d never seen before.
“What is it?” You asked.
“Do you mean that? That you’re mine?”
You furrowed your brow, searching his face, but he turned away. “Kaz? What is it? Why are you asking me this?”
He sighed your name, closing his eyes. “I—I think I…The way that I feel about you…I think it’s…I think…”
Kaz trailed off, his chest rising with every breath, unable to finish his sentence, and he turned away. But his shield dropped, and you were able to see every emotion he was feeling.
Now you recognized what you were seeing. You’d just never seen it in Kaz before. It all made sense. The way he never wanted you in harm’s way, how he would always turn to you for advice, secrets that only you knew, the smiles that appeared only when you were around. Kaz cared for you. He…
He loved you.
Your heart soared because you loved him too. You have for a while now, but you’d never been able to act on it. Yes, Kaz was able to touch you, but in this capacity, you weren’t sure.
Taking the small step to close the distance between you was terrifying, but you were meant for terrifying things.
“Yes, Kaz,” you whispered. “I’m yours.”
You looked down at his lips, the palest of pinks. Your breaths intermingled, you were so close. “Are you… Can I…?”
You hated that you couldn’t get the questions out. It was Kaz, but you still felt like you should know him well enough not to ask. But since it was Kaz, you had to. You didn’t want to do anything he wasn’t ready for.
“I’ve never… I don’t know how,” he admitted, turning away from you, cheeks turning the color of his lips.
“It’s okay,” you said, slowly lifting a hand. At your inquiring gaze, Kaz nodded. Your hand was warm against his cool skin. “I’ll follow your move.”
Kaz inched closer, noses brushing. “Is this okay?”
You nodded, eyelids fluttering. “Yes. Are you okay?”
He let out a breath, sending gooseflesh over your skin. “Yes,” he answered, and then his lips touched yours.
It was like no kiss you’ve ever had before. The others you’d kissed had been rushed, a frenzy of lips and tongues and teeth. But Kaz’s kiss, it was slow and deliberate, like he wanted to stop time itself and stay in this moment with you.
All in all, you were seeing a different side of Kaz. He usually had a hard exterior, the ruthless Bastard of the Barrel persona he had created. When he was alone with you, he was more relaxed and open, but still haunted by the ghosts of his past. You’d never gotten to know the boy he was before, only the one you had helped out of the harbor.
Was this who you were seeing? Not Kaz Brekker, but Kaz Rietveld? A boy who was curious and sweet-natured, tender and benevolent?
Then his tongue stroked your bottom lip, and you jumped in surprise.
“Was that wrong?” Kaz asked, panic lighting up his eyes.
“No,” you said, shocked. “It was right.”
Kaz grinned at you, a true smile this time, not the little thing he did as the notorious gang leader, and his gloved hands gingerly touching your waist, careful of your injury. “Can we do it again?”
You returned the smile. “Yes.”
He kissed you again, much more confident and sure than before. When his hands moved across your waist, brushing your bandaged side, you gasped.
“Sorry,” he mumbled against your lips between kisses.
You hummed, chills running down your spine when his hands gripped your hips. “It’s okay.”
“I’d like to try something else, if that’s okay?”
You pulled back a hair’s breadth to look into his eyes, his pupils blown wide, and you knew how much your kisses were affecting him. “Are you sure? This isn’t moving too fast for you?”
“I’ve wasted enough time, and I don’t want to wait any longer. I just…” He lowered his head, stray bits of his hair brushing against your bare shoulder. “I’ve never done this before.”
You brushed away the hair that had fallen forward, lifting his head to you. Your fingers tangled themselves in his dark locks, silky and fine to the touch. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”
Kaz leaned forward and kissed your forehead, a simple, gratuitous kiss, and then he brushed his lips across your temple, your cheekbones, your jaw, and then the crook of your neck. He was experimenting, finding each touch a new and thrilling way to explore you. “Is this okay?” He mumbled against your shoulder.
You had your head tilted back, eyes closed. Every single one of Kaz’s kisses tingled against your skin, and your breath came out in pants. “Yes,” you gasped. “Don’t stop.”
Kaz continued to press kisses to your shoulders, across your collarbone, against your throat. “Tell me what to do,” he whispered.
“Do whatever you want,” you breathed.
“And if I want to take your shirt off?”
You opened your eyes, lids heavy with want. Kaz’s eyes were blazing with a fire you’d only ever seen when he’d defeated Pekka Rollins, but that had been a sinister and triumphant flame, and this was burning only for you out of desire.
“Then take it off.”
Kaz fingered the hem of your shirt, lifting it ever so slowly. He avoided the bandage on your side, and when the garment was over your head, he tossed it to the floor.
“Saints,” Kaz cursed, gazing at your bare skin and breasts. “You’re so beautiful,”
You pulled him towards you, kissing him feverishly. “Touch me, please.”
Kaz ran a hand over belly, up your ribcage, and lightly trailed his fingers over the swell of your breast, causing you to gasp in his mouth. “Is that good?” He asked, his voice low and coarse.
“Yes.”
“What about this?” He inquired as his thumb brushed against your nipple.
“Yes,” you whined, enjoying his experimentation. He wasn’t trying to be seductive, you knew, but Saints, he was doing a very good job. Your lower belly fluttered, and desire pooled between your legs.
“And if I were to…”
A gasp left your lips as his mouth closed around a nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. One of his hands squeezed the breast not occupied by his mouth, and the other settled low on your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass.
Your own hands gripped the collar of Kaz’s shirt, and you pulled him towards your bed. He moved to support you as the two of you lowered to the mattress.
Kaz gazed down at you, bare and flushed for him, glowing in the candlelight. You really were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. If it was between you or mountains of gold, he’d choose you in a heartbeat. Hell, he’d even give the gold to Pekka if it meant keeping you forever.
You trailed your fingers over the expanse of his clothed chest, feeling the hard muscles underneath. Then you undid one button, and then another, and another. You blinked up at him, searching him for hesitation. “Is this okay?”
Kaz nodded, starting to undo some buttons himself, and your fingers met in the middle to slide the fabric over his shoulders together. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you, feeling his bare chest against yours as your lips met again. Legs opening to accommodate his body, you held him to you, and you never wanted to let go.
Hands were everywhere, to your surprise. Never before has Kaz touched you like this, so unreserved and wanting. Before, he would give you a hand to help you up, or a simple pat on the shoulder for a job well done. But this, you didn’t want him to stop.
His hands brushed against the fastenings of your pants, and the hesitation set it. Kaz’s throat bobbed, and before he could say anything, you reached down and undid the buttons yourself, shimmying the material over your hips and kicking it to the floor.
Kaz raked his gaze over you, a faint blush creeping over his skin. He licked his lips, his fingers sliding down your hip, over your thigh. His eyes met yours, and you felt yourself melting under the intensity of his desire. “Can I?” He asked, and you opened your legs in answer.
One finger ran over your seam, and your breath hitched. Then Kaz spread you, the pad of his finger brushing against the tiny bundle of nerves that made you moan. Kaz looked up at you, mischief gleaming in his eyes, and he touched you there again.
Your head thrown back, you gripped your sheets tightly, the anticipation making you squirm. Kaz followed the trail of your wetness to your entrance, and he drew tiny circles around you, and your hips bucked in search for more. This made Kaz curious, so he slowly pushed his finger into you, and you sighed.
You were so warm and wet, Kaz found. And the more he moved his finger, withdrawing it from you before sliding back in, the wetter you became. The sounds you made stirred something within him, setting his heart to pounding.
Then you moaned his name when he hit a certain spot inside of you.
“Kaz.”
He lifted his head to you, and you were watching him, your pupils so dilated, they covered the beautiful color of your irises. Your chest was rising and falling as you stared at him, and then you sat up, causing his finger to leave your warmth.
You reached for him, pulling his face to yours in a kiss. “I need you,” you whispered against his lips, and your hands were creating a trail down his chest and to his belt. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” Kaz said, and his hands joined yours in unbuckling his belt. Together, you removed his pants, and Kaz kicked off his shoes.
You slid a hand between you, touching the hard length of him with your fingertips. A groan left him, and his head dropped to rest against your shoulder. You pressed a kiss to his hair as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly moving up and down. He grew harder with every stroke, and he began to press kisses to your neck and shoulder.
An idea sparked in your mind, and you hooked one leg around his hips, flipping so you were on top. Kaz’s eyes went wide, and he met yours as excitement and expectation set in. You continued to stroke him, and as you moved to hover over him, you asked, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” he replied, and he crashed his mouth to yours as you slowly lowered onto him.
Saints, this was better than your hand. You were extraordinary. Mouths moving against one another, bodies joined in a way that was so intimate, nothing would ever take its place. This was heaven, and Kaz would never be the same after this.
You moved, sliding your hips away from his before returning back to him. Every stroke of you around him made Kaz’s insides tighten until it felt like he was going to burst. He ran his hands over every inch of you he could reach, over your arms and shoulders, your waist, and following the movement of your hips.
The moans continued to leave your mouth even as you kissed him, and when you muttered that you were close, he felt you tighten around him, and that was his undoing.
Everything within Kaz shattered, as if something snapped within him. He held you against him, not wanting to let you go. When your breath returned, you slid off of him, the evidence of his release sticking to the insides of your thighs.
“Will you hand me my shirt?” You asked, collapsing beside him.
Kaz leaned over the side of the bed, grabbing the thin undershirt you had been wearing. You cleaned him off first, then yourself before throwing the shirt back to the floor. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, Kaz held you close, and you tucked your head underneath his chin. Your legs were intertwined, and so were your fingers, the sweat making your bodies stick together.
This moment was perfection, Kaz thought, and he nuzzled your hair.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Your lips turned upwards in a smile as you pressed them lightly to his chest, eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.
“I love you, too.
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