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im sorry i said "awooga" when u took off ur clothes do u still wanna fuck?
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Bucky pinning you down so you canât squirm and heâs just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = âŠ
- đŻ
Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all đ”âđ«
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
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ââ â ! â FEARLESS, STUPID
tw. a/b/o, military au, dystopian au, noncon, threesome, heat, dumbification, double penetration, patronization/ degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub themes, choking, anal play, a lot of spit and cum, size kink, tummy bulging, mentions of human captives, kinda forced prostitution
wordcount. 9.8k
a/n. I had a lot of fun writing this one bc itâs just extremely fairycore and indulgent. heavily inspired by rhi and her incredible brain for writing the hand that feeds!!! I love that fic and have always wanted to write smt set in vaguely the same world. thank you to everyone who beta read as well I appreciate it soooo much âĄâĄ
geto suguru, kong shiu, fushiguro toji x fem!reader
The air is dry and cold, enough to hurt on the way in. Itâs cold enough for your warm air to come back out and form droplets on your nose that drip into the snow.
Your head down, crouched in the smallest shape you can make yourself, is how you find yourself drifting in and out of focus. Not only are you cold and hungry, but itâs been long enough for the scent of smoke and ash and foul, sour fear to have started losing itâs smell. You canât even expend the energy to move your head to the side and look, without getting tired. The crunching of the heavy boots in the snow is the only thing thatâs pulling you back into it. That and the occasional clang of the line of cuffs shaking around someoneâs wrists.
Itâs gone quiet now.
You wonder if others have fallen asleep. Youâre not far off yourself. When some commotion happens over by the gates, some of the uniformed figures rush to go look, feet kicking up snow as they go â Itâs a blur of shouts and orders, before the loud hum of an armored vehicle stops not too far away. Thatâs all it takes to wake you up again, and despite yourself, your arms start shaking in their place behind your back. The cold of the metal radiates all through your bones.
You realize youâre scared. Thatâs the thumping between your ears.
âLieutenant. Good evening, Sir.â
A soft, almost warm voice stands in stark contrast against the cold of the surroundings when the feet stop a few steps short of the kneeling row of people. âAt ease, soldier.â He sounds older than some of the youthful faces youâve seen here, dragging people around by their ankles to stuff them into loaded trucks. But not old. Not nearly old enough to carry the weight he does. âWhatâs all this?â the voice pivots, aimed now towards your group. A few of the women beside you uneasily shuffle in their places.
âCaptives from a raid by the fifth division this morning. They interfered with the commissionâs supply line when they tried to escape.â
You smell smoke with each breath. The man makes a soft humming noise, before he scans the row of kneeling people again. âSo why are they still here? We have plenty of mouths to feed already.â You have seen what they do with prisoners here. Just this one, long day has shown you all you need to know. Your life will be short and unnoticed, and if youâre lucky, you wonât go through hell before youâre shot between your eyes. The cold air makes clouds in front of your face, as the steam rises above the snow into the black night. âBeta's?â
âYes, Sir.â
You strain your neck to tilt your head up. Youâre not sure why you do it. Maybe itâs the wrongful association of that voice, smooth and lithe and easy- with the pain youâve witnessed. You donât have much hope of making it out, and though you could beg, youâre not even sure if they see you as human enough to consider a plea a plea. Your eyes glide up the perfectly fitted suits, dark gray and gold until you find the face of the leaderâ and startle. Long, black hair is tied into a sloppy bun in his neck, and long bangs almost hide one eye from view.
But the eyes are striking and sharp and long lashes frame them against pale skin, and you canât look away when his lips form the words. âSo, kill them.â His cigarette burns bright orange when he takes another pull.
The younger of the two only lets out the briefest breath. â...Yes, Sir.â
The fear makes the pitched whimper get stuck in your throat, and more puffy clouds drift out of your lips when you start to shuffle in a panic. Not fight, you donât ever fight. The man turns on his heel. And youâre not the only one, as soon cries and sniffles and the petrified glances only set you off more. Your eyes drop to the muddied, dirty patches of snow that the cars drove through, the people around the camp; as your stomach turns and your bottom lip starts to wobble. You knew this is how youâd turn out.
As soon as they put the cuffs on and tossed you onto the ground to wait⊠your own whimpering just melts into that of the others, but peaks when a hand grabs you by the hair and yanks you up, then lifts you by your arm. âNo, no, stop!â The girls around you start screaming too, one grabbing at your arms to pull you back down. But the soldier doesnât hesitate to kick her in the nose, as you cry, trembling like a kitten picked up by her neck.
Everyoneâs scared for themselves, but theyâre scared for you too, and you for them. âStop, please! Please!â They cry. The blood thumping between your ears makes it hard to focus on anything but the painful grip on you, and the disgusted face of the man before you. When you donât make any effort to fight, he drops you back down into the cold snow, and instead aims the long barrel of his gun straight at you.
You canât even look away, as your heart rate slows. As you watch the small snowflakes come from the sky to meet you.
âWait.â The voice returns when he stops halfway to the car, and makes your eyes shoot up to find his face, as shivers roll down your back. You know youâre stinking up the place, as the placating hands of the girls around you reach to brush fingers. Itâs not much, but allows you to take a sniveling breath. âThis oneâs an Omega⊠Settle down, soldier. Weâre not trying to hurt, are we?â The buzzcutâs eyes widen slightly, maybe as he takes a first good look at you and notices the smaller frame, big doe-like eyes, the softer set of your face and demeanor. Just as quickly as he gives you another up and down, he steps aside and lowers his heavy-duty gun back to the ground.
The older one takes a step back towards you. Your face must be windbitten, lips cracked and cold and stained with tears where you sit, but the noiret doesnât falter as he drops into a squat before you. His face breaks out into a soft smile, and his hand rises to brush along your cheek, avoiding the black eye as he goes. âYouâre a rare find. You on blockers?â Not enough recent ones to keep out all of the scent, clearly.
Itâs not a question that needs answering, but as his thumb brushes over your lip, you find yourself giving the smallest nod. Gently, careful not to make any harsh movements. He does the same when he helps you right yourself back onto your knees, and then gives you a slow, calculated trace with his ocean-dark, silvery eyes. âSmart. We almost missed out on you with all the Beta stench.â A small furrow worms between his brows. âAre there others?â He asks, and then gives a swift continuation. âDonât lie. If you lie Iâll know.â
Your voice cracks when you start. âI- If I tell you- what will happen to them?â
With only the slightest bit of hesitation, he seems to mull it over. Sharp, angular features soften just a bit as he draws his hand back from your face to run it under his nose instead. And whatever he smells must soothe the urge to get angry at being questioned, because his cheeks push up genially until his eyes are practically just moons. âHowâs this? Iâll be fair, after hearing whatever information you have.â The anxiety ebbs and flows as you look to the faces at your side, then swallow.
Your heart hammers wildly in your chest. You have no reason to lie. Thereâs no one left that didnât get shot as they ran⊠You clear your strained voice with a tight cough. âI- this is all thatâs left. Thereâs no one else. We had people who escaped before you even closed in. B-but there werenât any Omegaâs left, the last raid already took them all. Thatâs all I know.â You try to keep your bottom lip from wobbling as you talk, ignoring the cold of the tears that are now freezing on your lashes.
Those dark, unrelenting eyes donât waver as you speak, and you canât help but wonder what it is he sees. Surely he knows, you wouldnât need to lie. Just as you start getting anxious at the silence, he gets up from the floor, before dusting impatient hands over his pristine jacketâ and a saccharine smile slips back onto his lips as he waves a hand. âBring the Omega.â You jump when the soldier from earlier immediately starts yanking at your chains, but thatâs it. Itâs not in your nature to fight back. Then the Lieutenant walks back to the car as another opens it for him, and casts a final glance your way.
The smile doesnât fall when he shifts that gaze to the side, and sucks his teeth. âKill the monkeys.â
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Thereâs nothing more embarrassing than having to fight your nature at every turn. Youâre confronted with it more than youâve ever been before, when they drag you across the cold tiles with your legs kicking, tears rolling in thick beads down your face and neck. Youâre not a fighter. Youâre not made for it. At every chance, your body chooses the easiest way out, oblige now, suffer later. Even when your mind screams at you to run, bite and kick and escape â you stay down. Cold metal slices into the tender and sore skin of your wrists when they yank you up another few feet, before dropping you onto the floor next to the makeshift desk.
Youâre sniveling like a child. The man behind the desk looks at the several soldiers who stay put, before lifting an eyebrow.
âLieutenant Geto says youâre to clean her up for processing.â One of the men sighs, before glaring down at you with a tight-lipped frown. It sets the hairs on your neck on end to feel such blatant displeasure from an Alpha.
The lighter haired young man stands from the chair at that, and gives you a quick once over. âFor the barracks or to be sent to the commission?â He smiles when you look up at him, gentler, then places a warm hand on the top of your head to start soothing you. Itâs enough to make your lip wobbly. The little bit of warmth isnât enough⊠but it feels so nice. So good, to have a caring touch.
One of the other soldiers takes the heavy strap off his shoulder to put the gun down, and grunts. âNeither.â His top lip lifts into a scowl as he glares at the corner of the room, before turning to look down at you too. âPersonal pick, I heard.â
The other soldier remains at the door, but clicks his tongue. âAnd weâre supposed to keep our mouths shut about it.â
âYou ever had an Omega?â The one asks the other, nervously grinding his gun in circles. âI havenât. Yet weâre going to war for âem⊠Only for pompous pricks to get first pick of the litter because theyâre bold enough not to report to the commission.â The soldier grins without any amusement from across you, and you canât help but hide more into the leg of the man whoâs still touching you kindly. âGoinâ to war for pussies like yours⊠must make you something real special, right? But youâre unreported. Whatâs keeping me from just⊠taking you for myself?â Then he looks between the two other men. âIâm even willing to share between the three of us if youâd help out. Keep some things quiet.â
âYou said the Lieutenant picked her out because he liked her, right?â The lighter haired man runs his free hand through his undercut, then leans down to lift you under your arms and get you onto tired legs against him. âMeans you got something in return for keeping a secret already.â Heâs all wired muscle under the uniform he wears, and wraps his arm around the small of your back before picking you up entirely. âDonât do something stupid. Thereâs no place to keep her where some officer wouldnât smell her anyway. Canât keep her under your mattress like a pack of cards, can you?â He starts walking you towards the doors of a presumed bathroom without complaining, even though the other guy clicks his tongue.
âItadori. You think youâre helping out just being another dog for the commission?â
âInstead of a thief?â He pushes the door open with one hand, already walking through. âGo get your free drinks or cigarettes or whatever he promised you, and do your job. Iâm doing mine.â
The door falls shut with a loud noise behind you both, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. Your arms wrap a little tighter around his neck. âT-Thank you.â
His grey eyes find yours, before he smiles again. Softer. Heâs an Alpha too, but must come into contact with your kind more frequently. He feels gentler to the touch when he speaks. âDonât thank me yet.â Then he deposits you in a stained, old bathtub, and sighs before grabbing the showerhead. âLetâs get you cleaned up first. Ranking officers like their girls extra clean.â When you donât move, he goes to take off your dirty shirt, and you only shiver in place as it happens.
After a few seconds of silence where he brushes fingers over the unmarked stretch of your neck, you swallow tightly. âYou canât let me go, can you?â
Itadori turns up the water until itâs warm, and his brows flatten. ââŠNo. Iâm here to do a job. Iâm sorry.â You believe him. Doesnât make you feel any better, though.
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The cot is barely big enough for you, and the cold from the floor radiates up through the ratty, old mattress into you. But itâs still better than sleeping in the bed where Geto sleeps, where he can get his hands all over you, hold you, cling to you. Youâre glad that the Lieutenant doesnât particularly care whether or not you shy back away from him for the night, as long as you donât act up when he wants you close. Itâs an unwritten contract he likes to pretend you have. As if you werenât forced into it. As if you had any choice.
The starchy sheets are cold too, they leave you shivering more than sleeping. When you walk through the halls youâre cold and barefoot and uncomfortable, but when youâre here youâre colder, naked and more uncomfortable.
You donât know that much about the army. You donât know that much about other things either, but you know that Omegaâs are few and far in between. You know they go for lots of money, money that even Geto doesnât have. You know that heâs using you to your full potential before his higher-ups find out, and that too much commotion would draw attention of the commission. Attention you donât want. When your teeth start chattering, the man in the large bed, with the soft pillows and body heat calls.
Says your name like he means it. Like he likes to whisper to get under your skin- holding your life between slim fingers. He sighs. âCome. Get into bed. I canât sleep when youâre not sleeping. And youâre not going to sleep when youâre shivering to death.â
âIâll sleep,â you softly assure, pull your thin blanket closer. Your feet are cold and the room isnïżœïżœt dark enough for it to actually happen. But you can pretend.
âIâm not asking.â You know heâs not. Maybe itâs because the alarm clock is showing an ungodly hourâ and heâs tired. It wouldnât be the first time his boot meets your cheek when you whine too much, displease him in ways Geto doesnât like. âCome.â
He yawns when opening the blankets, waves you closer. An Alpha demands, and your lungs ache to follow the order. It physically hurts to resist. Your thin layer of tears sit on your waterline for a while before you shift. Slip across the room naked, and crawl into the bed under his arm. âThatâs a good petâŠâ The panes of his chest are warm enough to have you melting like ice into his shape and mold yourself to him. Itâs in the weight of his arm over your waist as he pulls you in close. Tethers you. You want to be and stay mad. Frightened.
Itâs just⊠Getoâs scentâs become one you can bury yourself into. Your hands ball against his chest, and the fingers he presses into your hips stray down.
Your breathing hitches at the touch, and your stomach seems to want to crawl up into your mouth when he spreads your legs apart. âIâm hardly the worst one here. Get used to it already. People here are frustrated. Many of them havenât had an Omega in years.â His rough fingertips slide between your legs and trace over the raw, achy mess he made of you not hours before. Itâs sticky and uncomfortable, and you jerk when he rather impatiently starts thumbing your clit. It hurts- enough to make your face scrunch as you hide it into his pecks. âYou donât even know how lucky you are that Iâve kept you to myself.â
You do know that, though. Youâve passed by some of the barracks further away from the officer buildings. Youâve smelled the Omega fear, the blood and sweat and ruts; or what itâs like for a person to beg for a moment of reprieve. You have not a scratch on you, and you should be more grateful than you are. That youâre not taking a whole divisionâs sexual frustration to keep them from killing each other. When his fingers slide the wetness, remnants of slick and cum back into you and force your pussy to stretch again- you start sniffling against him. âI know I am,â you whimper, biting your lip. Itâs not enough to just be this. You canât just lay and wish for it all to go away. You have to be a participant, or Geto might switch you out.
As you whimper, swallowing back the tears- he presses his lips against your forehead. âCanât help but cry? Poor baby.â He grinds the fleshy part of his palm against your pussy, breathing against you. âTell me what it feels like.â
âI- Feels- b-big,â you choke out, twitching when his fingers curl into you and fuck deeper until they stroke much deeper than your own. The coldness fades a little when he rolls you over onto your back and gets on top, pinning you with his thigh. âGeto-sama- Please stop, Iâm still- sore. It- it hurts really bad.â
With a slight frown, he pulls his fingers out of you and wipes them on your thigh, before sighing. Your eyes crack open at the lack of touch. His long black hair falls down over his shoulders, as he holds himself above youâ and stares at you for a moment too long. One where he seems to consider your feelings at least a little, for once, brushing his clean thumb along your neck and shoulder. âIâm going back to the front soon. Do you know what that means?â
Youâre not sure if itâs meant to be patronizing⊠but you donât know. The wet, cold numbness that returns to your cunt is an unexpected unease. You wanted to stop. You did. But when he sits back on his heels and looks at you for a few seconds in abject silence, the distance feels too far. Geto comes back to you with a furrowed brow, before a line of kisses is pressed along your jaw and neck, where he takes a deep breath and makes your entire body purr. âMeans youâll be passed on to some other scum.â He almost growls when he says it, urges your one leg over his thigh to make room.
âI put in a good word that if I come back youâll come back to me- butâŠâ His sharp eyes find yours blown out and dark, as he pulls you closer to his hips and rolls himself against you. His hard cock- heâs always hard when youâre in his bed, bops as he grabs himself and pumps a few achingly slow strokes. A translucent drop of precum drops to your pussy, and he spits on his hand and your pussy for good measure. âIâll be two months without this soft Omega cunt squeezing me to sleep.â As he groans and slides the flushed head of his cock against you, he presses his weight into you again. âLet me use you. Or see what fucking happens.â
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The hearth burns at the far end of the pristine, wooden room. Enough to make your hands clammy, shifting yourself back and forth between both legs- before glancing up to Geto once more. He looks more pampered today. Standing straight with only his fingers looped loosely around your arm. For a split second you wonder if youâd be able to make it down the marble set of stairs and across the courtyard into the shallow bushesâ but itâs only a moment. Not more than a brief hope that instantly gets snuffed out when the heavy doors slide open, and a deep grunt passes by you both.
Geto salutes, the man does not. He only clears his voice with a mix of impatience and -tobacco, probably, before motioning his head towards the desk. âLieutenant, what can I do for you?â His voice is frighteningly low, more rumble and bass than anything else, and sets the hairs on your arms on end.
His half-lidded eyes flick from the man beside you, ever so swiftly to you, then back. Face blank, uncaring. You stumble when Geto takes a few steps forward, basically dragging you behind him towards the chairs. When he lets you go, he gives you a look, and so you sit. Hands folding in your lap to keep them from picking at the edges of your clothing.
Or lack thereof. Thereâs a clean gold plate with the name Shiu Kong engraved at the very front of the desk, staring back at you. Your Alpha doesnât hesitate to sit down too. âMajor General Kong, Sir. A pleasure as always. Youâve lost some weight?â
âHardly,â the man shoots right back, unfazed. âYou can lay off the flattering.â
Geto and the stranger seem to converse with their eyes for a moment, before your owner gets comfortable in the velvet chair beside you, and hangs his arms over the back with a slight smile. The other man doesnât bother to sit in his own chair across from you, instead just bending to get out one of the no-doubt expensive cigarettes, and lighting it. The smoke travels in slow, winding circles up to the ceiling as he hums. âSo, the Omega. Yâ want to buy her?â
âIâd like her returned to my possession with the least amount of scratches when I get back, Sir.â
âWeâre in a war, Suguru.â The man takes a short puff of his cigarette again, before putting his foot onto the chair and leaning in just barely. Dark, grayish eyes narrow. âYou canât pick out playthings at your whim. We have rules about these sorts of things.â The ash goes into the overfull ashtray, before those irises find you where youâre still slumped in the too-big chair. Almost amused, he lets out a bit of air through his nose, before punctuating his words with another drag. âHigher ranks get first picks, but if youâre gone, youâll have to share. She looks healthy, young. Girls like that go for a lot of money these days.â
âI understand, Sir.â Getoâs smile doesnât slip though, not even when he takes one of your hands and pulls until you get up. With his prompting, you instead sit back down on his lap instead, and the noiret hooks his chin over your shoulder when he strokes your thigh. You duck your head in shame. âItâs just that- sheâs more of an indoor pet. Iâd like to keep it that way, if possible.â His other hand winds under your chin to nudge it back up into view, as you shiver. Watch the attention of the superior officer linger just a second on the way your shirt falls around your hips.
Getoâs. âYou have a mansion not too far from the front, as I understand it? And due to surely unfortunate consequences, your last Omega⊠broke.â His voice gleams as he says the words, and they seem to wind like a coiled spring around your neck. âIâm more than willing to part with mine for a while, if I could have a guarantee sheâd be close by. Used sparingly.â You donât know enough about the army to know if Shiu Kong has the kind of strings that Getoâs presuming he hasâ but you donât really dare complain. The silence drags; before it crumbles into pieces when a slight relaxation pulls at the older manâs lips, cocking his head.
âHave her stand.â
You do, spurred on by the quick pat to your thigh and a winning smile, eyes fluttering as you trace the patterns on the floor. As the presence of the older Alpha fills your senses and he circles around you too close, he smells of smoke and a deep, woody musk that could bring you to your knees if you werenât so used to it by now. After a round where his finger patiently brushes past your most valued features, he takes your face into his palm and forces your eyes up. Until you can no longer ignore the handsome face ducking down to meet your gaze.
You whimper. Let your face get turned here and there before he takes the end of the cig from between his lips, and addresses you directly. âYou got a name?â
âY-yes.â You stumble out, basically whispering it when he stares like that. He doesnât have a kind face like Geto does, you notice, more angular, stubbled, at least a decade older too. You find yourself reaching for Getoâs hand despite knowing better, if only to have something to cling to as you blink away nervous jitters, and excess tears that are always ready to spill. Your bare feet shuffle against the carpet below.
Whatever he sees staring back at him is enough for his fingers to drop to your collar, dragging it either side with a grunt. âItâs some skill to find an unmated, pretty, little Omega hidden from the commission, Lieutenant⊠One would almost call it suspicious.â Thereâs a hint of amusement, one he pushes out alongside the butt of the cig. As if he knows heâs in, Suguru stands from the chair to put a comforting hand on your back and rubs circles through the flimsy fabric of his oversized shirt, tucking his thumb into the loose boxers youâre wearing below.
âI just get lucky, Sir. Omegaâs delivered to the commission lose their charm too quickly, sâall.â
Shiuâs eyes give you another slow up and down, then he clicks his tongue. âSo, what do you want in return for this present?â
âNothing at all, really.â The hand pulls you into his side to nuzzle along your neck for some extra show, where he nibbles at the sensitive spotâ makes you whimper like a bitch in heat. Itâs loud enough for the other man to eat you up whole with his eyes, puffing out his chest a little to push off the desk. The swift hand wrapped around you gives you an adoring squeeze, before Suguru pouts into your temple like heâs parting with a prized possession. âJust that I get her back once Iâm done with my service at the front in a few months.âÂ
âDone.â Shiu busies himself with the bottle of expensive looking liquor, before casting you another glance. âDress her in some actual clothes though, will ya? She already attracts enough attention as is.â
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You stare at the fogged-up window with your duvet tucked to your chest, and breathe a few shallow breaths. Thereâs soldiers running up and down the camp, tucking their caps low against the biting wind. You only bother to follow one of them with your eyes, light hair peeking out from under the hat as he runs his laps. Instead of lingering on the thought, you shiver when a heavy, muscular arm pulls you around your waist and down into the bed. Shiuâs quick to let out a grunt, before opening his eyes and hooking his chin over your shoulder to nose at your neck. âYouâre goinâ into heat soon?â
You barely dare shift when his stubble tickles your throat, and a few rough kisses get placed right over your pulse. âProbably. I-Iâll- ah-â His hand wraps around the base of your neck as he starts sucking on the sore skin, where bruises still sit from yesterday. Youâre not sure if itâs his hands wrapped around your neck that caused it, or the way he bullied his cock way too deep into your throatâ but youâre so sore. âIâll need heat blockers for a while.â
âMh,â he smells like tobacco. And a heavy, manly musk thatâs so overwhelmingly Alpha. Itâs distracting. It melts your tongue to the bottom of your teeth. âNo need. Weâre far enough away here that they wonât smell you. Or if they do, they canât do anything about it anyway.â You blank, only to mewl and curl away when his lips and tongue rakes over a particularly sore spot, making your toes curl.
âBut- b-but I,â you stutter, and one hand comes up to protect your scent gland from him as he gets up onto one arm to get on top of you. You havenât gone through a proper heat in forever. It wasnât ever safe even with just Betaâs aroundâ you barely even remember what it feels like. Only that it hurts so bad it could make you sick. âBut I donât want to go into heat. It hurts.â
Shiu stops his barrage on your neck to frown at you, as he nudges your legs aside for his own thick thighs. One eyebrow raises at you like youâre dumb. âIt doesnât hurt when Iâm here to breed you full, little girl.â He scans your face as he keeps pushing your one knee to your chest, before his mouth flattens out. âYou donât know that? Youâve never had an Alpha cock in here during heat?â Itâs embarrassing. Itâs so embarrassingâ the way he eyes you like youâre some sort of idiot. Itâs not like you had the privilege of trying it out before all this, hiding like a mouse. âAw, baby girl. Youâre so sweet.â
It doesnât sound like a compliment.
âDaddyâll have to teach you.â His large hand forces itâs way between your legs to squeeze your cunt and make you squirm under him, before he finally sits back and pushes the covers off, revealing the battle-worn body. âBut not right now. Get up and go wash. Weâre having company over.â
Your mouthâs dry, so you swallow tightly. âWho?â Your legs still tingle even when he gets out of bed, a little numb, a little achy.
âA⊠friend, I guess.â He picks out one of the cigarettes on the side table after putting on a shirt, and plops it between his lips. âYou wonât like him.â
With sweat rolling down your neck, you stumble across the steam-coated tiles and grab onto the sink. Shaking like youâre ill. You definitely feel that way. It makes your entire skin feel statically charged, and sore, and so painfully needy. As soon as you take another step, you almost immediately topple over, legs trembling despite yourself. Thereâs no better sign than the dry feeling in your throat, and the way a whimper threatens to escape you with every move.
So you do all you can, and start tearing up as you wrap a towel around yourself. Even your own innocent touch feels too much, and you hurry through the process to barely manage pulling on a top and some panties, before your body refuses to oblige. You want to cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why here? Shiu hasnât been bad to you, but he also isnât particularly gentle. You didnât want to go through heat at all. âMh-mn, need- agh.â You whine thoughtlessly, as you wobble to the door.
Thereâs a swell of voices from down the hallâ talking that doesnât last long before falling quiet as you make your way to the bed. Youâre so hot that itâs hard to keep your eyes open, your thighs rubbing uncomfortably as you walk. Thick, almost sticky tears wobble on your waterline, and the heat in your stomach sinks right into your center the more of the room you take in. Itâs not your fault - everywhere you look it stinks of Alpha musk. Thick and overpowering to your flighty brain, it makes you want to keel over onto fours. You really are just a bitch in heat, and that is embarrassing too.
Makes you want to curl up onto a solid chest and let yourself get bounced onto his cock like a ragdoll.
It takes so much of your effort to drag yourself to the pillowed surface that you fail to hear the steps coming closer, let alone control that youâre scenting up the entire top floor when you crawl in and your pussy starts clenching around nothing. Youâre mewling faint nothings as you stuff your face into the blanketsâ and smell only him. Heavy on your wet tongue.Â
âAgh, I- Al-pha, I need- it hurts. It hurts, I want you~â With your chest to the bed and your legs raised up, you just feel like you need toâ to get filled up to the brim to make this aching stop. âMhmm-ugh, please, pleas- need you, Shiu~â Slickâs already coating your pussy enough to slip right in, wet like the spit in your mouth that gathers under your tongue. Your headâs so light. Itâs spinning.
Then, a heavy palm strokes over your crown, and your noises explode.
âAh, ah, agh, daddy, daddy.â The weight of the touch travels down your neck to grip you, and your body curls to raise your ass even further up in need of friction. âDaddy, please. I donât want to~ T-told you I- need-ed blockers. Ah, ahh.â The low chuckle you get isnât the one you expect, but you canât open your eyes enough to see whatâs going on.
âBit friendly for a hello, isnât it?â Thereâs a huge body that surrounds you when leaning over you, as lips travel down behind your ear. âSâcute though. Thatâs a pretty girl. Daddyâs here.â Rough hands push your hips down with one swift move, slipping two fingers under your panties to pull the fabric taut. The slick grinds the fabric uncomfortably to your cunt, but you canât be still. âAlready drenched through your clothes, pet.â You donât mean to. You donât, youâre so sorry. âWhining like a little baby, need to get filled up?âÂ
âOnly thinking with this pussy, right? This is why Omegaâs donât run anythingâŠâ The lips ghost over your scent glands, making you squirm with dripping anticipation, when he lets his tongue run over his teeth and then along your throat. The juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, untouched and open and soft. He groans. âUgh, fuckinâ hell, youâre so sweet. Your scent is almost making me sick.â One hand digs sharp nails into the meat of your ass, as the other reaches around to start pulling your camisole down over your sensitive tits. âWant some love from daddy, baby?â
A slightly raspier voice comes from somewhere behind you and drowns out your own whining and mewling. âI thought I told you to wait, Fushiguro.â
âYour pet was crying, Kong.â He rakes his teeth over that one spot again until you canât stand it anymore, and your tears start dripping into the blankets. You push your chest out until his warm palm reaches around and squeezes, rubbing a thumb over your nipples. âPlus, just smell her. Sheâs scenting up the whole house. I wanted to come help.â After a long pause where youâre fighting the need to rub yourself on anything cock shaped like an animalâ youâre turned over by a sturdy yank on your shoulder, and long fingers slide into your messy, drool filled mouth to press on your tongue.
Its Shiu, whose normally stern brow now is arched in amusement. The man on the bed with you moves away just enough to let you take a look, and take in the messy dark hair and almost metallic blue eyes, scarred face and dog tags hanging from his neck as he rolls onto his side. Shiu pinches your tongue to make you squeak, then leans in. âSee youâve already made introductions.â You mumble a pathetic âdaddyâ under his sharp gaze, before he takes a deep breath.
âPoor girl, already going into heat? You didnât last long. Needy, little pussyâs throbbing, isnât it?â He pulls the top fully down until itâs hooked under your tits, then hums. âLook so cute when youâre begging to get fucked.â
âGonna let me have a turn too?â Fushiguro rights himself onto one forearm, then pushes a finger down on your forehead until it's tilted all the way back and youâre looking up at him again. Heâs got a mean sort of look in his eyes, right before his lips twitch when you groan softly at the touch. You literally canât help yourself. It hurts so goodâ good enough to make you want to wrap your legs around either of their hips and stay there. Aches.
Shiuâs voice resonates through your body when he moves to kneel down to your body and starts kissing from your belly up, making you twitch. His gravelly hum reverberates in your clit, as your legs get spread over each shoulder when he comes up. âSheâs not mine to give away Toji, so- ugh- restrain yourself a little.â His big hands smooth over your tits instead of squeezing you like you want, until you really start worming around under their touches.
âMh~ hurry up!â
Itâs out before you know it, and the backlash rushes straight to your cheeks in heat, burning up on your face. Fushiguro groans though, long and deep- before he pushes off the bed to get onto his knees, and grabs himself through the awfully casual clothing. His hand wraps around the large, large cock pressing against the fabricâ and when you open your mouth and basically salivate at the sight- he lets out a lightly pinched chuckle. âOh, you donât wanna be doing all that, pet. Youâve got days of heat ahead of youâ and youâre getting me hard as a motherfucker.â
All itâs doing is making you so horny you can barely see straight, and each inch of your body surges with electricity. You need something inside you. Now. Now, now, now. He runs a distracted hand through his messy fringe, and rolls his hips into his hand with a groan. âWhatâs it gonna be, Kong? If you take her underwear off Iâm not leaving. Sweet, little thing like thatâŠâ Your legs are up by his ears when the familiar giant sits up onto the bed too, and your hand reaches for his to pull him closer by his thumb. âHavenât had a greedy, fertile little Omega pussy in a while- the Commission always bitches I have too much fun.â
A hesitant furrow worms itself between Shiuâs brows for a bit, before he sighs. âCanât bite âer, sheâs not mine. Iâm just keeping her.â His eyes are more blown out than normal, dark ring of black taking over the longer he touches you. Youâre sure youâre similarly spent when you moan his name and he groans. âFuck, baby. Want this Alpha cock in here?â His large hand smoothed over the supple skin of your lower belly, when you wiggle yourself against him, basically grinding onto his leg. âNeedy, huh.â He licks his lips. âFine, join. Can count us even after that.â
At that the other noiret grins, and pulls his shirt over his head in one swift move of agreement. Shiuâs hands already roam back over every bit of exposed skin. âAnd I get first turns.â The large fingers mindlessly playing with your nipple pinches you, when grayish eyes find you beneath him. âGet up.â With just a quick motion, you force your sluggish body up and onto foursâ and fight the urge to force your head down yet again. Thatâs what would feel right.
âThat-â Shiuâs hard too, you notice quite happily, when you grind back against him to find another thick, heavy bulge in his pants that heats your cunt. âThatâs it.â You mewl, have no choice to. As you look back over your shoulder, he takes a moment to study you where youâre so much smaller beneath him. Omegaâs always are, but these two are big even among other Alphaâsâ more slick sticks your panties to the shape of your cunny. Your bodyâs entirely sticky with sweat, neck and throat aching and radiating heat all over you.
Your tongue melts in your mouth, when you look back and Fushiguroâs stripped down entirelyâ shredded body towering over you as well. He squeezes a rough ring around the flushed, pulsing head of his cock. âUh, ugh-ah, daddy, daddy, daddy- Please? Please.â
âWho are you calling daddy?â The general asks sternly, but thereâs no malice there. Heâs amused as he peels the panties over the curve of your ass and down ever so slowly, letting your wet folds drip all over his fingers as he plays around in them. The touch makes you stagger forward, arms almost giving inâ and you whine something unintelligible into the covers. âFu~ck, you smell so sweet. Little Omega bitch in heat- ugh.â
A heavy hand lands on the swell of your ass, and stings so bad. With another spank your pussy clenches around nothing, and by the third youâre basically begging and your cunnyâs sucking his fingers in. âA-daddy, please. Hurts. Uh-pu-lease. Need Alpha inside. Quickly, please. I-it hurts.â Another hand pets your crown for a few seconds, before he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head up. Your mouth hangs open, and your tongue drops out at the sight of the hard, veiny cock before you.
Itâs flushed a sweet sort of pink, nothing like you can already tell Fushiguro isâ but drool still gathers in globs, looking at the precum glistening on him. âGonna open your pretty, little mouth wide for me, pet?â As he strokes himself, the man behind you starts toying his fingers around your holes, and smears your slick all over until youâre entirely sloppy. Then chuckles, throwing his head back with a grunt.
âFuck, forgot how hard I get- with Omegaâs.â The slick sounds of your pussy, and both men's hands stroking their swollen cocks makes everything so loud. Wet and needy and animalisticâ your own whining drowning out your thoughts. You just want more. More touch, please. Shiu spits onto your holes without hesitation and slaps his thick, hot cockhead against you a few times, before placing one hand on the middle of your back to force you in place. âDonât run away from me- jus-t take it.â
âO-oh-fu-ugh.â He pushes inside with more of his weight, thick thighs pressing up against the inside of yours when you spread wider, and almost get pushed over. If not for Toji holding you up and rubbing himself along your cheek and lips too, impatiently stroking himself.
The headâs already big, stings on the way in. Enough to hurt, enough to make you tear up. Heâs just so thick and glowing hot to the touchâ basically pulsing inside you. You can feel his heartbeat through the skin as the head pops in with a lot of pressure. Your throat starts making noises despite you. âA-agh, ugh agh, da-I- caâ um-hnggg.â
âMy turn,â Toji grunts after a bit, hooking a finger in your cheek to open your mouth more and coach your tongue out. âThatâs- a good cockslutâ open wide.â You do, letting spit drip as you relax your jaw and wrap your lips around him, filling up your mouth too much. Youâve never been so needy. The choking and the taste only make your eyes want to roll back in your skull, giving yourself over to them. You donât want to do anything except give yourself over, struggling to make enough space between your legs to allow Shiu closer.
âYouâre so fucking tight, baby, uhh-fuck.â
Heâs still going slow, necessity, as each inch of his fat cock gets stuffed inside you, using his fingers to push more into your comparatively tiny cuntâ and each bit deeper he goes, the more you feel like melting. It hurts, hurts and aches and bulges your stomach; and Fushiguro pushes deeper and bulges your throat- and it hurts- It does. But you canât stop. You reach your arms out to wrap around the manâs glutes and pull him closer into your face, drool dripping down your chin. âMh-mhm mhhuh.â
With his tongue trapped between his teeth, he grins. âHah, youâre talking a lot for someone with their mouth stuffedâ Does that feel good? You like choking on Alpha cock?â Your teary eyes try to focus on him, but you canât, just cling on harder as the cock inside you kisses your cervix and heâs still not done. It aches so much, stretching you much wider than youâre meant to go. But it does, it does, it does. You donât want to stop. âA little longer, thatâs it, a little more~â
Instead you try to hollow your cheeks around him as he sits too deep in your throat, and fight the urge to squirm when your breath starts to pinch. Your body worms, you cry around them, and slick drips down your thighs like syrup. When Shiu bottoms out, it actually makes you gag, feeling so full and spentâ and you squirm as Fushiguro keeps you. âMh-hh- hck.â Your mouth aches as your lungs start to scream, and vision goes blurry.
Shiu pulls back before the other man does, groaning at the sight of sloppy, milky slick coating his cock, then slides back into your warmth just as fast, forcing your body to stretch again to make room. T-too big. âLet her- hh- up, sheâs turning blue.â As youâre basically about to pass out, you get pulled off of him and gag violently, before taking sniveling, painful breaths again. You barely get the chance to breathe before your chin is lifted again, and he tilts your face left and right.
Your mouth drops open again, and tongue squirms around nothing. âMore? You want more, greedy slut?â He smiles again, but more genuinely impressed this timeâ and hums. âSuch a good, little Omega.â You canât help it, you shiver and moan when he lets you back at his cock. And Shiu pulls back again only to fuck back into you, forcing you open as he builds a rhythm.
âShe liked that one. Sheâs trying to clench my dick off.â He moans, and his unoccupied hand swipes some wetness dripping down your leg to circle it around your puckered hole instead. âYou think she can take two?â
The cock gets stuffed back into your throat, but he pulls back faster now, instead using your head to fuck himself into you as he groans. ââNuh uh, she canât. Sheâs too tinyâ L-ook, youâre already -fuck- bulginâ er.â He watches your lips struggle to wrap around him as he fucks your throatâ only stopping for a moment to wipe some of the spit off your face. âShe likes it so much though, look at that. Youâre just a dumb, cocksleeve bitch, right? Want Alpha cocks to fill you?â
You canât answer. Your brainâs all scrambled from the heat, a cloudy, pillowy feeling sitting over everything else. It feels so, so good. Being stretched to your limit, getting used. Your pussy clenches uselessly around the too-big invasion, getting bounced against Shiuâs thighs with a noisy âpap, pap, papâ. If you could think, youâd agree though. The pressure of his cock grinding into your sensitive insides, basically lifting you off your knees as he grabs your hips to jackhammer into you deeper, itâs all too much.
âClose?â
Youâre drowning in your own arousal. After a few more seconds of getting used for all your worth, the expanding, pulsing pressure in your stomach grows too tightâ and your toes curl uselessly as you cum without warning. It shatters inside you as you fail to clench around the thick length in you, instead dropping though your arms as you pull off of the cock in your throat to tremble through your orgasm. âAh-hgh- ugh ah da-Alpha, Alpha, ahh ah agh! St-hngh~â You cry. Thick tears, spit and snot get wiped into the covers as you try to catch your breath, while still being fucked into.
You canât stop shaking. Even then, Shiuâs cock keeps forcing the head against your cervix and making your eyes bulge. âOh fuck, fuck- too tightâ shit, I was this close, hah.â When he slips out for a second, you collapse entirely, aching immediately at the emptiness inside you. Your tits are sores, but everything else is burning so hot you feel like you might go up in flames.
Itâs Fushiguro who picks you up by your arms and pulls you into his chest after a while, holding your pathetic, naked body like a ragdoll. âSo cute now that youâre all flushed, cumming like that. But youâre not done, are you?â His fingers squeeze either side of your cheeks to bring your mouth to his, kissing on you until you respond and let his tongue melt against yours.
Your headâs still spinning, but a different kind of heat grows now in the base of your neck, desperate and needy. Your hand reaches to get more, more skin, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head- you moan into the kiss. Tongues and spit mixing as it slides down your throat and he towers over you, cock bouncing against your stomach. When he pulls back, long lashes brush yours, and you whimper when the touch goes.
Shiuâs staring. You canât tell what expression he has, but itâs enough to make Fushiguro frown and lift his lip. âFuck off. I get protective when they whine like that, sâall. Sheâs sweet when sheâs cryinâ all baby like.â He instead focuses on pinching and toying with your puffy nipples, rubbing each side with rough fingertips, then hooks his chin over your head to look past you. âWanna try the two of us at once?â
Instinct gets the better of you, and youâre already nodding against his pecs before you can think. âTwo, two- w-want, please. Mhm, want Alphas.â It makes both men laugh, hands sliding all over you as you stick your ass out and Shiu spits on his hand. His cockâs still coated with wet, a white, creamy layer around the base of his cock as he strokes the head a few times. Youâre seeing double, and your tongue feels like molten candy. But still you keep drooling and nodding. âWant, want you, wanna have- m-more, please.â
He then grabs your hips to yank you back against his hips, letting his cock push on your ass as his wet fingers curl inside your puckered hole, and stretch it out with two fingers. âSheâs already fucked out of her mind, poor thing.â
âMhm, agh- Alp- daddy, daddyâ sâ sensitive- please, please, please~â
Fushiguroâs face blanks, before he takes a deep breath and groans low and gravelly, and grabs you by the neck. âUgh, sheâs- her scent is everywhere. Little bitch in heat moaning like itâs her job.â He buries his nose right where the most sensitive, burning part of your neck is, making you crumple, and kissing along the shell of his ear where you can reach. The fingers inside you, the pressure and heat of the two cocks against youâ everythingâs making you crazy. Youâre losing your mind, trying to hang on to him as he licks over the glands. âWant daddy, baby?â
Your head bobs like itâs disconnected from your longing, arching body. And you almost cum again on the spot when sharp canines drag over that spot. You just might.
A low growling sound makes you open your eyes. Shiuâs hand is between the face and your neck, much to the other manâs dismay. âI told you not to bite âer. Donât care how much she begs- sheâs not ours to bite.â Thereâs a moment of silence between them, before Fushiguro sucks his teeth in annoyance, before grabbing his cock instead.
âShe is mine.â His large hand wraps around your arm, and pullsâ but your other shoulder is still clamped in Shiuâs palm. Almost painfully tight, as a muscle twitches in his jaw. And the tension between them is making you clam up, but your bodyâs still aching too hard.
âShare, please,â you sweeten your voice as you press your lips to Shiuâs knuckles, then present yourself a little more and shake your ass against him. âPlease, daddy? Want to be full.â It doesnât take long for that same flush to travel back up his chest and cheeks, and his irises to get wider and darker again. âFull of Alpha cum, t-take all of you.â Itâs with that that he wraps an arm around you entirely and pulls you up against his chest, placing his cock between your legs as he lifts your knees. âAck- agh.â You mewl, and Fushiguro leans in for another kiss.
Briefer, but no less messy.
Shiuâs quick to press his own kisses to your throat, letting his stubble rub over your scent glandsâ with your pussy clenching in response. He rolls his hips against you a few times, then lines up with your ass as he groans. âHold her legs.â You take a deep breath, and close your eyes as the cock presses to your ass, slick enough to push in with minimal effort. âUhuh, thereâs a good Omega.â As he does though, the space in your body is so full, youâre struggling to breathe. It aches enough to make you wilt and bloom all at once.
And then Fushiguro takes over on your pussy, and you cry out. Your hot cheeks are coated with tears, and your clit thumps with all the blood. Itâs too much. You can feel both of them slide into you with painful precision, wetness spilling all over as you break out in cold sweats. But it- it feels so good. Fushiguro slips in a few inches at once, making your legs shakeâ before you dig your nails into his shoulder and your vision goes black. âOh- fuck-f-fuck, cu-mming~ Agh- uhh nghn, oh god.â
The two men slide you down until youâre so full it feels like your insides are moved aside to make room. Like youâre about to tear in two, squished between two hot, solid bodies. Before Shiu groans into your hair, and lifts you up to slide you back down. And again, and again. Bounced on the two of them while slick drips out of you, and youâre creaming around them both. âThatâs a- ugh- pretty girl.â Your orgasm barely pitters out before youâre cumming again, and youâre getting kissed on as youâre crying.
Not a single thought makes it though you. Youâre clinging on for dear life. Only the heat between the three of you as you melt into a puddle.
Youâre fucked until you canât even feel your legs, let alone hear how youâre mewling and cryingâ like you might dissolve. But you do feel it when a tongue laves over your neck, and the cock pulsing inside you starts jack-hammering into you harder than before. Everything feels so- good- that youâre probably drawing blood into his shoulders, and the tongue becomes teeth. One second youâre floating, and the next the pressure grows too muchâ teeth break skin, and your pleasure becomes mind-numbing.
Fushiguroâs teeth sink into your shoulder deeper as he breathes you in, fucks his cock into your guts with the intent to stay. And the other man grunts, squeezing you tighter. But without thinking, he follows suit to bite down on the other side of your neck, letting you shake through yet another orgasm when the hot blood runs down your collar. Youâre entirely spent, so thereâs not one part of you that still feels the way Shiu speeds up inside your ass, before groaning out your name as he licks along the wound.
âFuck, gonna- knot my girl. Fuck- ugh, ughuhâ my baby, mine. Mine.â
It feels like youâre stuffed further than you ever thought possible, face dropping into Fushiguroâs chest when they slow down, and ropes of hot cum drip out of you despite the knots. Wasting it in a way that youâd savor, if you had any energy left. Instead you can only barely breathe, and rub your nose into your Alphaâs chest. It feels good. You wanna go again.
âUhâ my bad. I got carried away.â One of them sighs after a while, the rumbling of his voice rocking you to sleep.
âYeaâŠâ The other responds, only the slightest bit guilty. ââŠGuess Suguru will have to learn how to share.â His large hand smoothes over your cheek, before stubble and soft lips kiss over the mark heâs made.
âBut I donât think I wanna share.â
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âthe set-up; kaz brekker.
Ê kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 1,8k words.
Ê from this request. | three times the crows plan to set you and kaz up + the one time they find out you're married.
Ê fluff; the crows are featured (incl. wesper & helnik ship); kaz's touch aversion isn't featured.
Ê a/n this has been sitting in the drafts for a bit. ive been suffering down the leon brainrot hole (honestly an excellent one to fall into). kaz calls reader schatje (i have a fic where he does this. i chose schatje because ketterdam is loosely inspired from 1500s-1700s amsterdam!). i wrote this in a goofy way honestly.
one. he smiles.
Wylan fiddles with jars and tubes filled with an assortment of chemicalsâsome of them tend to explode, all of them horrible smelling. He's supposed to be on guard duty and he prefers it over running around guns blazing alongside Jesperâas much as he loves the sharpshooter, gunshots give him a lot of anxiety.
He peers into the room where most of the work is happening.
You are poring over stacks of documents, eyes scanning quickly top-to-bottom to find relevant information. Kaz has his ear pressed against the front of a safe, gloved hand twisting the lock. You move around him in the cramped office space with relative ease, grabbing more files to read on the desk.
It doesn't take long for the safe to swing open.
âNo safe is safe from Kaz Brekker, the safe-cracker, huh?â you comment. A light, teasing smile decorates your lips.
âPlease never say that sentence again.â
To Wylan's surprise, the ever-frowning Dirtyhands smiles. Not the half-hearted hospitable smile he occasionally gives out, or the scary half-sneer half-smirk that is so intimidating it scares even Wylan sometimes. No, a genuine, amused smile. It is so unnatural that he has to look away, a hand clasped over his mouth in shock.
When he tells Jesper, the taller man mirrors his reaction, dark eyes blown wide and jaw unhinged.
âHe smiled?â Jesper gives an incredulous stare as if Wylan has just told him that he is a member of the Council of Tideâwhich is impossible with Wylan's lack of Grisha ability, let alone tidemaking. âHe smiled over that?â
Wylan nods enthusiastically.
âWe are talking about the same Kaz?â
âAre there any other Kaz that we know?â Wylan sighs.
âWell, noââ
âI think we have to proceed with the plan,â Wylan ponders. Jesper blinks widely.
âThe plan?â
âNina's plan!â Wylan looks at Jesper as if he's just gotten a strike of inspiration, hand in the air, pointing at nothing in particular. âOperation Kaz and ____. Remember?â
Jesper remembers. It was so ridiculous that it remains impossible to remove from his memory to this day, even though it was mentioned in passing.
Nina, flushed red from too many drinks, suddenly shoots her hand up, flailing it limply. The founder of the idea seems to have a plan ready to set in motion.
âWe are the gods of love!â She drunkenly declares, free hand moves to tap Wylan's cheeks repeatedly. âAnd as the benevolent gods that we are, our first mission is them.â
Nina pushes Wylan's face towards you and Kaz, sat at the bar, deep in conversation. The rest of the Crows followed suit, realising Nina's suggestion. She stumbles over drunkenly and with little-to-no care on making it look as natural or accidental as she can, "trips" over her foot and falls forward.
You take the brunt of the force, being pushed forward that you fall onto Kaz. The latter glares at Nina, hand coming to your shoulder to steady you.
âMy bad.... It seems I've lost my balance,â she slurs. âOh! Would you look at that? The two of you would make quite a pair, don't you think so, Matthias?â
Matthias raises an eyebrow, already hauling Nina with him to get back to their table.
âPoor Helvar,â says Kaz simply, nudging you to get back on the barstool.
âHe doesn't seem to mind,â you retort, noting Matthias' loving gaze as he escorts Nina.
It doesn't take long before the chaos settles, leaving you and Kaz, still engaging in conversation as the last patrons leave the Crow Club.
âWe would make a good pair, huh?â You tease, reaching over to brush your hand against his, leather soft under your palm. âYou think so?â
Kaz looks at you pointedly, tugging your left hand towards him, fingers pressing on the small diamond adorning your ring finger. âWould I have given you this, if I didn't?â
Smooth with his words without even trying. A trait you find both annoying and endearing after all the years you've been together.
âI mean you have a lot of diamonds lying aroundââ
âSchatje.â
âYes?â All train of thought immediately halts on its tracks. The petname has a hold over you that he oh-so-often uses as leverage. You pout. âStop distracting me.â
He smilesâsoft and uncharacteristic, contradictory to the harsh rasp of his voice and the rough scars on his skin. He smiles a smile he reserves only for your eyes, and you're falling for it, a hundred times over.
two. the demjin.
You don't like when Kaz gets like thisâall wrung up over a waivable matter. It reminds you a lot of what he had to be before, the things he had to do and what Dirtyhands actually stood for. Not at all akin to the Kaz Brekker you knowâthe one who immediately comes whenever one of your crew is threatened, the one who stays up with you as you wait for the rest of your little heist crew to return, the one who goes out of his way to collect little trinkets to bring home to you.
You are hurt, shallow cuts all over your body from a little dagger scuffle with a mercenary, but you're a member of the Dregsâthis, you can take. A little Heartrender magic and some bandages, you will recover in no time.
âYou're back.â
Kaz stops and you look over him to find his knuckles bloodied, hair stuck out of place and clothes disheveled.
âYou're alright, schatje?â
His room at the Slat isn't big contrary to popular belief. He sinks into his chair with a huge sigh. You're watching him three steps away from the edge of his bed.
âWhat did you do?â
He shrugs, tugging his coat off. âBusiness.â
âYou went after them.â
âIt was one part of the business.â He pulls at his gloves, shedding them into the trashâtoo bloodied for him to bother cleaning. âAre you sure you're alright?â
You tuck your hands into your elbows, displeasure visible across your features. âAre you?â
âWhy wouldn't I be?â
âKaz.â
âThey deserved it,â he stubbornly says. âI had to make sure they know not to involve themselves with us. You understand. Besides, I'm alright.â
âI do understand,â you relent. It is business. The Barrell doesn't stop for poets or musicians or lovers, no, it thrives off of the back of violence, taking an eye for an eye. âI just wish that you were here when I woke up.â
His shoulders loosen and he is your Kaz again. Not the one molded by Ketterdam, birthed at its harbour. He's the man so in love that he will dry the seas for you if you say the word. Kaz takes your hands. They are warm on his skin and his heart swells.
âI am sorry, schatje.â
You kneel in front of him, leaning your elbows on his thighs to press a brief kiss on his lips. âLet's stay off business for a while.â
âKaz?â A sound outside the door, followed by three raps. âAre you in there?â
âHe is, Jesper. Give us a moment,â you reply.
You hear hushed whispersâboth low voices, so you assume it's Wylan. Your suspicion is confirmed when the second voice sounds from behind the door.
âNo, weâno, Jesâdon't have anything urgent. We simply wanted to know if he is well. Take your time. We'll be going now.â
âGood night, Wylan,â you reply, immediately hearing fading footsteps soon after.
âFifty kruge says they're already together,â says Jesper, out of your earshot.
Wylan rolls her eyes. âFifty on them not dating yet.â
Jesper immediately clasps Wylan's hand with a loud âDeal!â
iii. the marketplace.
âBusybodies,â Kaz complained, walking a step behind you as you're treading through the Ketterdam food market. âThey are not even hiding. In broad daylight. How have they never gotten caught before?â
âKaz, my love.â You are trying not to laugh as you're picking and choosing fruits. âThey usually do a better job on actual missions.â
They refer to your five lovely friends who have decided to tail you as you're coming down to the market. Kaz is the first to take noticeâblurry figures moving erratically ten steps behind you.
âI should assign them something to do instead of... whatever it is they're currently doing.â
âThey're curious.â You shrug, handing over a few slips of Kruge to the seller and leaving with your bag five apples heavier. âWe've been acting suspicious lately. They'll find out soon enough.â
âI'll bet Inej finds out first.â Kaz nudges your fingers with his, taking the bag from you as he matches his step with yours. âThe Wraith does a better job at spying.â
âMy bet is Matthias.â An unlikely one. He's probably the least nosy out of the five.
Suddenly, you're pulled into a small nook, squuezed between buildings and he presses a kiss on your lips. One turns to two and you're smiling like a lovesick fool when he pulls away.
âWe're being followed and you pull this?â
âSchatje, our pursuers are horrendously bad at this.â He shrugs, pulling away. You resume your trek through the market. âLook. They've lost us.â
iv. the marriage certificate.
âFake IDs,â Kaz says, pointing at the towering Fjerdan. âYou'll be collecting them from Anika.â
Matthias doesn't mind running errands, although he does think that he'll be better suited for physical fights other than fetching papers, but he doesn't argue. It seems he is doing more than simply fetching papers though.
âThat is real?â He asks Anika, pointing at a marriage certificate she has on her desk. Marriage certificates are mundane enough not to warrant this type of reaction, but it is the name that shocks even him to the core. Kaz Brekker and you, married?
âAs real as can be around here.â Anika scrambles to hide it away. âHere are your IDs. Don't tell anyone about it.â
In Matthias' defense, he doesn't end up telling just anyone. He tells Nina and Nina is the one telling everyone else. Within a week, every member of the Crows have known about it.
Wylan hands Jesper slips of fifty kruge, grumbling that this is unfair. Nina looks like spring has just arrived. Inej is probably the least reactiveâbut that is because she's already found out long before the others. She's the Wraith after all. Matthias is anxious. For all everyone knows, he is the one responsible for the news.
You strut into the dining room, seeing everyone gathered and raise an eyebrow.
âWhy are you all here?â
âWe want to askââ
Before Nina can finish her sentence, Jesper blurts out. âYou're married?â
You chuckle, shrugging. âYou found out.â
âHow long?â
âKaz? Really?â
âHow did that happen?â
A series of questions that you don't actually answer. You stand there, leaning on the back of one of the wooden chairs situated in the roomâremorseless to your very core.
âAsk him about it.â
That ends the discussion. None of them will actually ask him about it and even if any of them actually finds the courage to, the likelihood of Kaz answering anything that's not a sarcastic remark or a threat is close to none.
âHow did you find out anyway?â
Everyone points towards Matthias and to the Fjerdan's horror, Nina's pointer finger finds him, too.
You only smile, silently planning to brag to your spouse that you've won your bet.
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Stress Relief
Pairing: Law x Female Reader
Warnings: MINORS BEGONE! 18+! Spit kink, voice kink, Rough oral! deep throat/gagging, Dick riding, dirty talk, teasing/degradation (naughty girl, bad girl, cry baby), Dacryphilia (love for crying) vaginal penetration! you're his medicine !
Summary: Being a captain can be tough but with you around you always seemed to make things better.
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âFuck.â Law grunts as he tugs you harder onto his cock, your body tucked under his desk with his head thrown back. His slender fingers tangled in your hair keeping you in place as he thrusts into your throat making you choke and cry. Tears streaming down your pretty face that he loves so much, âStop being a cry baby I know you can -ah- take it.â Law's usually smooth voice is raspy with lust and stress that he wanted to release down your throat.
âAlways being a bad girl when I tell you not to be.â He gets so mouthy whenever he's stressed and you love it, using your throat as a cock sleeve. Loving the sounds of your choked groans and moans sending vibrations around his long cock. The tip poking the back of your throat with every deep thrust of his hips, âUgh~fuck~ that's it my slutty thing.â Law grunts as he looks down at your wrecked expression, drool running down your chin to drop in your exposed breast.Â
Your nails dug into his thighs as you squirmed trying to create friction on your pussy but it was no use. The force of his cock in your mouth made you choke but he held you still loving every sound you made. âFuck!â
Your eyes looked up into his with a needy expression that made him grunt, pulling you off his cock with a âpopâ sound. Your chest heaving as you stare up at him and he takes his cock in his hands tapping your lips with the tip. âNaughty girl, look at you so messy.âÂ
âCome here.â Law whispers softly patting his thigh, his thumb rubbing your chin as he licks his lips.Â
You stand up slowly and climb on top of his lap, your hand going to spread your pussy open for him to watch. Law eyes paying attention to your every move with intense lust and hunger, his hands going to touch all over your body. Your thighs up to your waist then to your tits squeezing them roughly making you whine as you slowly lower yourself down on his cock. It was long and curved just right, hitting every spot that you needed it too.Â
âFuck~â Lawâs moan was long and drawn out when you finally sat all the way down on his twitching cock. Head being thrown back to thud against his desk chair, eyes closing for a second as he moves his slender fingers back down to grip your thighs.Â
You couldn't help but whine as you held onto his shoulders, bouncing yourself on his cock roughly just how he needed it. Taking his pleasure in your hands watching as his brows knit together with every bounce and drop you made. Circling your hips and moaning as you feel every inch of him. Eyes rolling back as he held your thighs tightly, hips rocking up into your cunt at a rough pace. His hands that you love so much pulling you down harder with each pump of his hips.Â
âO-oh Law~!â You moan out loudly as your body bounces, tits moving with each thrust for his eyes to see. His jaw was tense as he watched, grunts and groans leaving him and tangling with your loud cries. The feeling of your wet walls soaking him was breaking every fiber in his being.Â
You were the perfect medicine whenever he needed it and no matter his skills as a doctor you always knew what dose to deliver. You lean forward kissing all over his tense jaw, nipping and sucking marks at his neck, grinding down into his throbbing cock. His talented tattooed fingers finding your clit to rub vigorously making you whine just how he needed to hear.
 The walls were thin on the Polar Tang but the life of a captain can be so selfless and stressful but dammit sometimes he needed to be a bit selfish. He'd probably beat himself later out of embarrassment but right now he just needed you to cum on his cock.Â
âLaw baby please~ please cum in me.â You plead as you feel yourself gush on his cock, the mix of his thrusts and fingers rubbing your clit were all too much. You moan as you feel him fuck ropes of his seed into your pussy with a drawn out curse. His other hand pulling you down for a deep kiss as he gives a couple more thrusts riding out both of your highs.Â
âYou know I love you right?â He finally whispers after you both calm down and you just smile at him. Pressing yourself into his chest you kissed all over his face with a smile, âOf course you love me captain I'm your little stress relief.â You wink as a joke making his face heat up as he rolled his eyes mumbling shyly, "Be quiet will you Y/N-ya."
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Rubee is dancing with Wally now! Come and join us!
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ok, this is full on random/an idea I have
I sometimes wear a tank top to sleep and when I wake up the tank top is like slightly up because a lot of the time I move in my sleep.
How would the kny characters react to waking and seeing that?
reminder that this a random thought
@sanemislovelywife
I expect a mixture of reactions from everyone like, you canât convince me Tengen, Sanemi, Sabito and yes, even Kyojuro wouldnât try to sneak a peak/ or trail a hand up your stomach. Sanemi & Tengen have no qualms with resting a palm on your stomach or moving down to trail kisses along the exposed skin, itâs even better to them if you squirm and they will hold you in place with minimum effort đ and they look up at your helpless state and give you this goddamn wolfish grin help
The ones like Tanjiro, Masachika (bb boi deserves sum love too đ„ș), Obanai and Genya would very gingerly pull your shirt down đ and proceed to malfunction for an entire day
Zenitsu⊠Zenitsu can behave in a lot of ways. He either starts speaking incoherently and giggles so much you wake up, or he tries to lift your shirt up further. Or he, yâknow, faints
Giyuu would definitely, absentmindedly caress your stomach before he realizes what heâs doing and reels away and heâs so ashamed of himself but he also wants to feel you up more
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đŁïžđŁïžđŁïž no less cocky no less neurotic or honeypot au (or both)
Hi anon and thank you! (Sorry it took a minute to respond đ
) I'm interpreting this as being dailogue! I love me some good dailogue. So let's see...
No less cocky, No Less Neurotic is my Vegas!Rodney/Rodney fic. There are actually a lot of dailogue moments from it I quite like! Rodney does not really like McKay and they get into a couple little spats which I find very cute.
"We are the smartest men in this galaxy. If there was a way to make it go faster we would have seen it."
"Oh, so there's a 'we' now?" Rodney snipped rounding on the other man. He was standing just inside the doorway to the lab. Posture straight and with that fucking air of superiority, hands casually in his front pockets. What was with that? Some kind of tick or something? "I'm amazed you could take five seconds to actually acknowledge my existence in this universe," he continued, crossing his arms in an attempt to stand his ground.
Honeypot AU? Oh boy, there are soooo many moments to choose from. Let's go with something more light hearted! At one point, John has to be fitted for a suit and is stuck at the shop with Cadman and Teyla. I found the scene very fun to write. The whole thing is meant to be a touch of comic relief for the fic which I struggle with at times but do think it flows nicely.
âIâm not arm candy!â John protested.
âOh please! You're kidding me, right? Why do you think heâs taking you?â
âBecasue,â John started to respond as he opened the curtain and returned to the small fitting stage. âYou canât go, and he needs an assistant in case anything comes up.â
Laura and Teyla exchanged looks but said nothing.
âWhat?â John demanded, giving them both a speculative look.
âIf thatâs what he told you Iâm not gonna argue,â Laura said, holding up her hands.
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The high holidays are coming fast!
Jewish Pride Always is at Diaspora.
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slutshame? no no, slutsupport. slutpride.
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Partition - Hyunjin
Requested by my new bestie @jehhskz â€ïž I appreciate you so much for supporting my writing and sincerely hope you enjoy âșïž
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Hyunjin x reader
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, cursing, semi public sex (no oneâs watching but someoneâs around), kissing, mild dom! hyunjin, not proof read
MDNI 18+
WC: 1.2K
His mouth was intoxicating.
Hyunjins kisses were always like that. Full of passion, and so so soft.
Currently he has you cornered into a wall in his dressing room. Him and the other members had to do a talk show in New york and were, for once, given their own personal dressing rooms.
The second he was through that door you attacked him with a hug, telling him how good he did and how proud you are. You know that sometimes he needs the reassurance.
Reassurance really wasnât he was looking for though- as he immediately pressed you into the nearest wall,mouth finding yours in a frenzy.
Hyunjin trailed his nimble fingers down to your thighs and under your skirt, coming to rub at your core through your underwear.
âNeed you now, my love.â He mumbled against your lips.
You answered him with a tug to his beautiful hair, pressing your body further into him looking for more friction from his fingers.
Sensing your motives, he quickly removed his hand from your core and pushed your panties down your thighs. The garment limply falling down to your ankles and you stepped one leg out.
You brought your own hands down to shove his pants down just enough to reveal his cock from its confines.
âPlease Jinnie.â you whined when he hooked one of your legs around his waist.
âShhh sweet girl, I'll give you what you want.â
Just as he was lining himself up to push into you, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Hyunjin halted his actions with a frustrated sigh.
âWhat?â He called out.
âHey Hyun, i know youâre⊠busy but the staff need to clean up and get going soon so youâre ride is here to take you to the hotel..â He heard Chan's voice through the door.
Hyunjin let out a deep breath before replying. âYeah ok. Weâll be right out.â he pressed a peck to your lips before he pulled away.
âMy love..â you wanted to cry. He was so close to giving you his dick.
âI know baby, we gotta go though. We can continue this later. I promise.â Then he buttoned his pants and pulled your panties back up over you.
âââââââââââââââââ
When Chan said ârideâ you were sure it meant a taxi. Not a limousine just for you two to take back to the hotel.
âWow, I guess being on Americas number one talk show has its perksâ you thought.
Climbing in the back you found it to be very spacious, plenty of legroom.
Once Hyunjin was situated beside you the vehicle started moving towards your destination. On the other side of the city.
You curled into your boyfriend's left side, your hands playing with his fingers. To anyone looking it would appear that youâre just two lovers resting, but if they looked close enough they would notice the dirty smirk on Hyunjins face. This was perfect.
He called out to the driver âDo you mind if we close the partition? We might take a little nap before we get there.â
âNot a problem, sirâ the driver responded then proceeded to raise the screen.
Once it was up completely up Hyunjin looked down at you with a wicked smile. His eyes had a glimmer of mischief.
He spoke in a low tone, what could be considered a whisper â Make sure to keep quiet, my love.â
With a sudden quickness your boyfriend pushed you onto his lap and laid himself down on the seat.
You yelped in surprise, not expecting his movements. He yanked you down softly to capture your lips with his. Probably to silence your mouth.
His one hand held your mouth to his while his other hand found purchase on your hips, his soft skin causing goosebumps to erupt on your own.
You lightly ground yourself core into his, your neediness never going away from your previous rendezvous.
Hyunjin let out a whimper against your lips. Now he has released your face and used both hands to guide your hips over his.
âLemme get my pants down, then you can ride me all you want sweetheart.â
You helped him bring his garments down his thighs once more, his member slapping up against his stomach, a drop of precum smearing against his toned skin. It made your mouth water. You would definitely need to suck on that later.
You used one hand to pull your panties to the side, and he used his to line himself up- before pushing into you with a slow even thrust.
You opened your mouth to let out a groan at the feeling but Hyunjin knew it was coming and yanked you down to his mouth once more.
He let you go once he was fully seated inside.
âNow what did i say about keeping quiet, hmm?â He asked you in a teasing voice. âIf you continue to make all those pretty noises then we canât do this anymore. Is that what you want? You wanna stop?â
You shook your head hastily.
âThatâs what I thought. Now be my good girl and keep your mouth shut.â
You adjusted yourself in his lap, hands coming to his chest to steady yourself before you began riding Hyunjin like your life depended on it.
The handsome man under you was biting his lip trying his best to keep in his moans, but fuck you weâre squeezing his dick so tightly.
He was sure he was addicted to your pussy.
You both were so worked up from the foreplay back in the dressing room, in no time you were on the brink of orgasm.
âAlmost there Jinnie.â you whispered between pants.
He knew you needed that extra push to get there,
so he brought his digits to your clit, his quick circles being exactly what you needed.
You covered your mouth before the moan could escape, tears leaking from your eyes at the pleasure.
Watching you get caught up in your orgasm brought Hyunjin to own.
Though unlike you, he wasnât able to keep his sounds to himself. His breathy moans breaching through his lips and it was you who had to shut him up this time.
You slapped your hand over his mouth, muffling him best you could. Hopefully the driver was none the wiser to your antics. But you had a feeling you werenât that lucky.
When Hyunjin had finally come down from his high he slowly removed you from his lap, his pulling out causing the cum he filled you with to seep out of your hole. His eyes widening at the sight and his dick throbbing. If he wasnât so spent he would fuck it back into you.
He adjusted his dick back into his pants just in time as the driver lowered the partition ever so slightly to alert you both that the hotel was just ahead, his voice sounded shy.
You thanked the driver earnestly, then gave your lover a sweet kiss. âLetâs go, lover boy. I can feel your cum dripping into my panties- time for a shower.â
He smirked lazily at you, fingers tapping on your leaking pussy,
âShower? Nah, I think I want dinner.â
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ââ â ! â CHALKBOARD AND NAILS
tw. noncon, yandere, dumbification, objectification, daddy kink, some degradation, some praise, threats, brief mention of murder and blood, hair pulling, forced oral
wordcount. 4.5k
a/n. ⥠commissioned by the amazing @totalleelee âĄâĄâĄ here you are my loVE!!! happy late birthday to your friend as well, and I really hope you guys enjoy it! I always like getting to write new characters and Nanami was definitely a fun one. I had to make the fic longer bc I wanted moreEeeeee but yea i just really really hope you enjoy it, and thank you again a miLLIOn for commIng me iM so sO HONOUREDDD
nanami kento x fem!reader
You should think about what youâre doing. Lying upside down off the couch with your eyes big and long, distracting lashes and your hair hanging; casting playful shadows on the floor when you move. His couch. Heâd like to believe youâre doing it on purpose -hell, most people would probably be inclined to- when youâve got that coy, little smile on your face and your shirt rides up to reveal a sliver of skin above your pants.
He would assume if you had ever dared to come onto him in any way. But you havenât, and so he canât, not when you remain the perfectly sweet, kind, respectful graduate they hired only a few years agoâ and it makes him too aware of you.
Nanamiâs not the prim and proper bootlicker Gojo jokes he looks like; so among the other sorcerers, it isnât even too illogical that you would cling to him a little. A kouhai dumped on his doorstep when the higher-ups decided to employ them fresh out of school. If it were anyone else, he wouldâve complained until the choice was overruled. But youâre not anyone else. He canât even lie about the fact that heâs grown quite the attachment to you.
Your bubbly, engaged energy and blueberry scented shampoo and cheap coffee in styrofoam cups that you always, always forget to throw away at the end of the day. Your chattering that rings through his brain before he goes to sleep and the way you talk and talk and talk when he wonât. Youâre the exact opposite of an enigma, because that would require that you left him with some mysteries, and you donât have the ability to keep your mouth shut. He hates how easy you wind him around your little finger, and he hates that he hates it.
Nanamiâs not a dependant guy- and it seems to be your goal to prove him so fucking wrong.
âWhy wouldnât that be possible? I mean, itâd be hard if suddenly a curse shows up and youâre called up in the middle of the night and have to rush to work, and our rates of serious injury are pretty high. But I think I could make it work! Yâknow, communication is key and all that.â Your pretty lips shine as you ramble on. You prop your head onto one arm, and turn over so your leg is basically straddling his furniture. âHave you ever dated a non-sorcerer while youâve been a grade one, Nanamin?â
He lets out a slow exhale, and shifts his gaze back from the lines of your throat to his book so you donât catch him looking. âNo.â
âNot once? In like twelve years?â You raise a brow like youâve suddenly discovered heâs some ancient fossil dug up from the canal.
âI prefer not to leave my partners for weeks on end with no explanation because the sorcerer world forbids itâ so no. And I didnât graduate twelve years ago, brat.â With the spine of the book he taps your nose, before getting up from the chair to join you on the couch. The few drinks have been abandoned as you finally let the blood back out of your head and wobble like a deer, blinking too slowly. Even now, youâre pretty. Prettier than he wants you to be, taking in the soft slope of your nose and the pillowy lips and your stupid flush on your face. Brat is right.
âI think Iâll do it,â you declare after a few seconds, and rest your head back into the couch with a pout. âI get lonely. And most sorcerers have giant egos.â Heâs not sure if it takes him aback -canât place the emotion that washes over him a few inches at a time- but he finds himself watching the side of your face a little too tightly. The cogs turn in his head and send some uncomfortable cold to gather in the pit of his stomach. Your lashes flutter and some wetness lines your waterline, and he can tell that you mean it. It isnât the alcohol, he knows you better than enough.
When you look up at him, your faces are only a few inches apartâ soft breaths filling the narrow space between. Has he ever told you he loves you? Heâs not a man of too many words, thatâs always been more your style than hisâ so probably not. But he does. So much it carves a gaping hole in his chest upon impact. He doesnât have to say anything to see the way your eyes flutter shyly with the near perfect closeness. As your silence hangs as the room disappears, his hand twitching on his thigh. Arenât you partly his like heâs yours? Thatâs how it should work. Itâs the only logical course of action, and so he canât help but lean in.
Youâre just too shy to say anything- right? You wouldnât hang out with him so much if you didnât, wouldnât trust and touch him, or confide in him so much if you didnât. His heart burns in his chest the closer you seem to get. But before he can finish up the gap, you giggle and back away. âWow! Hey, we almost kissed.â Your voice is a higher pitch than normal, but still rambly. Fuck. âI didnât expect you to be so close when I looked up,â your nose and cheeks are burning hot, âyou scared me, Nanamin~â
You stand from the couch instead, and lean towards him with that little smile that drives him crazy at night. âSenpai, itâs clearly time for me to go home. Iâm getting sloppy.â You are. And as much as he wants to use that as an excuse to grab you by your waist and pull you into his lap, it wouldnât do any good. Not when youâre too busy running your mouth to understand the consequences. He loves you, but youâre one infuriating little runt. You run your hand through his hair like itâs an intrusive thought, spilling loose locks onto his forehead, and then you smack your lips. âWill you see me to the door at least?â
For not the first time, he blames your loose lips for making it so hard for him.
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Youâre entirely different outside the four walls of his apartment.
Itâs a coincidence that he finds himself across the street as he spots you walking under the streetlights with a little jump in your step. You look a different sort of formidableâ clinging to the arm of some plain fucking loser that is so very clearly drooling all over you. Itâs almost pathetic how easily swayed the guy is, as you bat your lashes and smile at him. And somewhere in the back of his mind, it rings a little familiar, but common sense and logic get pushed down a little under the feeling of anger that he feels bubbling up in him.
Not at youâ though he told you he didnât think it a good idea, youâve always been a bit dense. In need of protection. It isnât an option, and Nanamiâs responsible for you. He looks out for you. This fucking loser though, is oblivious about anything but the skin your dress is showing off. In the brief few moments he gets to spot you walking off towards your street, that much becomes clear. You love making it hard for him. Youâre basically magnetic, dragging him along from whatever chore he was doing to follow behind patiently, getting more and more agitated.
See, Nanami has thought quite often about what he is, and isnât. You forced him to think it over whenever he found his mind wandering back to you each time it had the chance, squeezing around his cock and whining out your dramatics into his mouth. In his imagination, heâs easy to wrap up into a neat bow. With a begrudgingly growing interest each time you landed on his couch, or trailed behind him like a puppy at work. Itâs because of all that introspection that he decided he isnât a good do-er. He does good, and he is perfectly adequate at doing it too. But he doesnât do it for the praise of it.
Nanami isnât a hero. He isnât a vigilante.
Heâs a simple guy with simple wants: you. So thereâs only one reason that crystalizes in his mind as he finds himself walking a good distance behind this fucking loser that youâre blinking stars up at. It isnât a noble one. Just that every fiber in him aches to grab the guy by the back of his neck and kick his head like a soccer ball. You wouldnât like that much, but he still wants to do it.
Youâre beaming and chattering along like you do at such a pace that you donât even notice that heâs started to follow behind. Hell, you barely even acknowledge a passerby to move out of the way. Youâre totally zoned in to your doe-eyed, little fantasiesâ even as the distance gets closer and closer, and heâs walking down the now familiar streets towards your apartment. And as much as he wants to blame you, he can't. Not really. Itâs not like he didnât know what a sweet little cheerleader you were when you were prancing around his office with the shortest skirts known to man and a coquettish blink of your long lashes. But itâs different when itâs some two-bit, middle aged non-sorcerer with a five oâclock shadow.
Itâs different when it isnât him. Even you must know that. You must feel it.
The skyâs darkening as your conversation goes from enthusiastic to clearly flirty, letting your giggle ring out down the laneâ as he makes up the last bit of distance. The guyâs probably musty breath reaching you as he swings his arm over your shoulder, as he pulls you close. As he fills your head with all kinds of promises that he definitely wonât actually meet as soon as he gets your pretty hands around his cock. He knows it, and he knows that even your innocent, sweet personality would take a hit if that happened. You wouldnât be able to perform well at work, and maybe even your relationship with Nanami would suffer if you got your heart broken.
Thereâs a very clear path before him that ends right where youâre walking up the steps towards your door, and those pretty lips form words he canât focus on. He walks up to the door, and only now do you glance behind you and your pretty eyes go curiously wide at him. âNanami?â Youâre so fucking cute. But that stupid fucking arm around your shoulders is in his way. It blocks you from view, and ruins the sight. Itâs a bother. Thereâs only the faintest hints of jealousy and rage left in his veins - when he gives you a quick nod, then turns towards the guy whoâs now got an awfully dumb expression on his face. It reminds him a little of a curse, blank and narrowed and disturbed. He feels eerily calm, really. Itâs a simple problem with a simple solution, isnât it.
âWhat are you doing here-â you start to say, before you stumble back.
Blood splatters all over, and with an awfully easy motion that stupid head rolls and drops to the floor. Itâs quick, and thereâs a few seconds where he waits for the resistance. The uncomfortable feeling of guilt. But it doesnât comeâ
Until your shaky hand clutches almost painfully onto his shirt, pinching him. âH- Nanamin. What the hell do you think youâre doing? What did you-â You gasp, breaking off into a choked cry when your eyes take in the sight before you, before squeezing your eyes shut entirely and starting to shake harder. âWhatâs- why?! What did you do? Why did you do that?! I canât- I canât even- what- why?!â
You shove him aside, and his foot lands in the mess as you fumble sticking the key into the lockâ too shaky to control your own extremities well. But your mouth still hasnât stopped running. âStay away! Go away! Youâre- I- hick- I donât wanna look!â You finally manage to get the key turned by the time the tears are making your cheeks entirely shiny, snot running and lip wobbly like a five year oldâ and sink down into a crouch to start sobbing it out into your arm. âYou just killed a-an-â You canât even make it halfway through without breaking out into another squeak. âF-for no reason. I invited him here- seriously, whatâs wrong with you?â
Your face doesnât come up again for breath until he grabs you by the arm to help you up, and you shove at him again, almost yelling this time. âNo, no, no no no! Leave me alone!â This little scene youâre making is gonna attract attention, you know. âLeave me alone, I want to go in!â Before the situation can get out of hand, he pushes your door open enough to toss you inside, and the body after you. Thereâs a muffled little whimper from you when it lands with a thump on your floor. But as soon as he closes the door, the surge of adrenaline calms.
He just has to explain it to you, give him a minute.
âI donât wanna- I donât-â
For some reason, the entire situation winded him, and his beating heart bangs loudly in his chest. He drops his weapon aside and kicks off his shoes, and goes to youâ where youâre cocooned in your own arms, knees to your chest. âHey, itâs-â
âLeave me alone!â you squeak, knocking his hands away from you, only briefly looking up. âGo. Hck- go away!â Youâre crying so much that your eyes are red and your cheeks puffy. But he still grabs you by your arms and hauls you up into his chest, ignoring the way you make yourself dead weight. Brat. He wants to say it, but heâs pretty sure you wouldnât be too happy to hear it at this very moment. Itâs not like he blames you. Heâs always tried to shield you from the more gruesome parts of the occupation as much as possible. Of course youâd be upset. âNanamin~â you whine.
âShhh, just calm down. Itâs all good now.â His heart still beats so loud. Maybe he was angrier than he first imagined. He carries you -much to your dismay, if your sniveling cries are anything to go off- out of the hall and into your bedroom. Where it smells of perfume and girly body lotion, and so overwhelmingly like you it takes him aback a little. Youâre still crying, and still talking- but he does his best to drown it out in favor of explaining. See, heâs always been such a sucker for you. Swallowing down the slight rasp in his voice, he allows you to drop back into your bed, and looks down at you. Youâre still pretty even with your eyes clenched closed, and crying like a baby. âThere, âs okay.â
He runs his thumb along your eyes, then settles down next to you on the plush mattress. âI didnât mean to scare you. Listen-â
âHow can I -hck- listen?!â Youâre quick to turn your face away from him, and wrap your arms around yourself a bit tighterâ probably unaware of the distracting way you push up your tits that way in that little implication of a dress. Really, Nanami swallows, you can obviously do much better than that loser thatâs probably staining your carpet at the entrance. Your lip wobbles again, before you suck it into your mouth. âI donât know what- or how- but that isnât okay, Nanamin. I just-â
So again, he tries to get your attention, this time by grabbing your arm. âJust listen. I did it for you- if this was anyone else I wouldnât have been so pressed.â Itâs true. No one is a priority like you are. âI had to.â
âWhat are you talking about? How- is killing someone- oh god, thereâs a dead guy in my house, Nanamin! I donât k- what am I gonna do? Why would you-â
âIâm trying to tell you something.â His voice is lower and sharper this time, and your eyes finally shoot open to look at him. But it isn't that adoring little look you normally have, and somehow that pisses him off too. You really need to have everything spelled out for you, huh. He loves you though, really, he genuinely, genuinely does. As more than just an equalâ if he could, heâd give you everything. He just doesnât know how to say it, staring back at the wobbly tears on your face. âI love you,â is what ends up coming out, and then a breath.
And heâd say more if you werenât such a talker.
Your face goes a little distant for a few seconds, before you shake your head. âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
âI will tell you, if you just-â
âI canât accept that, senpai! You canât just go around and kill-â
âI was protecting you!â
âFrom what?!â Before you even give him a chance, a real one, you start righting yourself on the bed and run a hand under your nose. And you stare at him with such disbelief and broken trust that it makes him feel a little dizzy. He doesnât know exactly how he imagined himself spilling his guts, but it wasnât like this. âYou need to leave. And I need to contact someone from the higher ups to- take care of- I donât even know,â you sob, âI donât know how any of this goes. Thatâs so messed up, Kento.â Thatâs the first time youâve ever addressed him by his first name. Scolding him for a choice he made purely for you. He did this for you. âYou need to-â
He canât let the first time end this way.
âStop talking.â
âStop talking?â You echo back to him, and glare, also getting up off the bed and farther away from himâ and he canât help but follow. âWhat did you think was gonna happen? That I wasnât going to say anything?â As he gets up with you, you walk back a step, and your eyes flick back and forth between him and the door a few times. But he chases, and you jump in surprise when your back meets the wall, effectively trapping you between the wall and him. âI- Nanami-â
âKento.â
You barely blink as you take a sharp intake of air, and then hold your hands up to his chest to keep some space between you two. âLook- just- we can talk about this, but I canât just ignore that thereâs a dead body in my house, Kento.â Heâs really sick of you talking. Youâre lucky he loves your voice so much, because if it was anyone else, he wouldnât stand for it. Whatever you see in his expression must have you worried, because that slight defiance that remains gets awfully feeble when he reaches for you this time. âYouâre scaring me. Please, just- hck- just back up. Let me process this, and then we can talk.â
âNo, all your talking just gets in the way.â Your eyes go wide and a wave of heat washes over your features, making you look even more attractive. If he canât tell you, heâll just show you. Youâve got it all fucking wrong. What he feels for you is true love. Before you can go on another mad ramble, he grabs you and drags you back to bed, as gently as he can while having his hand screwed tight around your wrist. He wouldnât ever actually hurt you. As you land on the bed, he holds you downâ watching as you open your mouth to talk. But you canât, because heâs already shoved two fingers between your lips and feels the way your hot, wet tongue squirms as he pushes them down your throat. âThere, thatâs better.â
Still youâre trying to talk, itâs almost funny. You whine around his fingers and gag when you canât, breathing his name into an uncomfortable moan that just turns him on. You try to pull your head away, but you canât. âYouâre a lot sweeter when youâre not running your mouth sometimes, baby.â He canât help it, it just comes out. He likes you so much, and you just look so cute gagging on his fingers and grabbing his sleeve like youâre not sure whether or not to pull or push. Tears start welling up along your waterline when he runs his fingertips over your soft, pink tongue. And his cock twitches in his pants.
Thatâs the good part, see. Even with all this fighting, you two still get along so well. You make him a better man when heâs around you. At least, in theory. Heâs not crazy, he knows that holding you down and making you choke on his fingers isnât really the best course of action -but you left him no choice- and heâs better off finishing what he started. âIf you shut up,â he draws his fingers out of your mouth to start unzipping his pants, âIâll let you breathe. If you donât, Iâll make sure you wonât want to talk again.â Itâs all up to you, pretty girl. Simple cause and effect. You take one sharp breath as you try to get out from under his weight, but thereâs really nowhere you can go.
So you do what you do best, and whine. âNanami~â Itâs a baby-ish little whimper that makes him name sound so fucking good. But still. He grabs your face to squish your cheeks, and stares down at you with such intensity that you keep your cries in.
âItâs Kento.â His voice is a low, soft rumble. He wonder if it gives away the way his body feels right now, standing above you while his cock strains against his pants. Theyâre getting too tight to be comfortable. âOr daddy- you like that better? Say it.â You shake your head into his grip -but your ears start glowing another color brighter, almost like heâs caught you in a lie. Of course you do. You and him are made to be together. You let out another little squeak before he lets go of you to start undoing his pants.Â
That apparently seems to be too much, because suddenly youâre trying to get up as you speak. âNo, no, Iâm not-â Youâre trapped when he forces you back down and now yanks your head back by your hair, making you cry again. âOw, please senpaiâ I like you, I really do- but I canât- I- hang on.â The heat crawls up his neck to his ears watching your eyes go big as the belt falls and his pants go down his thighs. You really do look good on your fucking knees.
âI told you to stop yapping, didnât I?â He asks in return, and finishes sliding his boxers down, kicking them aside. Then he pulls your face towards his cock and watches as you whine. âOpen up for daddy. Thereâs only one thing your mouthâs good for.â Youâre so easy to hold in place, and it sends unimaginable gratification through his body when your little tongue comes out for him. Youâre really such a brat, making everything so fucking hard for him.Â
You open your mouth enough for him to start pushing inside at just the slightest yank of your hair, making you whine and whimper as you shuffle around between his legs. Your hands come to rest on his thighs, but that doesnât hold him from sliding the hot head of his cock as far as he can into your mouth right away. You look amazing drooling all over his cock, choking when he starts to move with the most patient moves he can manage. Itâs not easy to do much of anything except rock himself on your soft tongue and feel your whining go down his shaft and balls. âThere, now youâre making yourself useful. Thatâs what you do best, hm, fucking brat?â
âAgh, fuck- thatâs- such a soft little mouth.â You make him feel heavenly, and by the way youâre shifting down there on the floor -trying and failing to get the friction you want- youâre also feeling it. He can tell by the way you blink up at him so slow, swallowing around him and letting that pretty voice out in the cutest, little moans. Just for him. Only ever for him. âYouâre so lucky youâre this fucking cute,â he ends up rasping out, before letting you finally pull back to breathe when you start jittering. âSay something smart again, brat.â
âAgh, daddy,â you sob, drool spilling down your chin, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â He can tell you are. Your big eyes glossy and cheeks hot, you try to get up from the floor, and he yanks you up to turn you over instead. Your little dress rides up too easily, giving the rest of the way when he shoves it up your back. Itâs almost embarrassing to see how wet you are, lacy panties soaked all the way through and peeled too easily aside to reveal that needy pussy. And you donât even deny it, just shiver when he runs his finger up and down your slicked up cunt. âPlease.â
Heâs such a sucker for you, fuck. Itâs almost like you know it. âMy little cock slut, look at that. Youâre dripping down your thighs, brat.â He spits on your center once before lining up and sliding in, and watching as your little pussy stretches around his cock with some effortâ as you let out a lewd, almost desperate whine. âFuck.â And Nanami hoists himself over you to start fucking into you, hips meeting your ass as he bottoms out, as you open your legs further to let him in. Your back half hangs pathetically over the end of the bed as he fucks into your tight, hot -so fucking hot and wet and beaming- pussy and his balls clap against you. You feel so good itâs hard to hear anything over his own heartbeat hammering wildly against his ribs.
âDaddy feel good inside?â
âMhm, agh-yea.â
You too, baby. Nothing in the world feels as good as letting your pussy swallow and suck him in deeper, like youâre trying to hold him in that impossibly hot, blissful clutch forever. He canât even hear much of your whining and moaning and pitiful struggle, but you probably havenât stopped. You donât even have the energy to close your mouth, trying to push back to meet his thrusts more even as he bumps against the end of your pussyâ and his one hand is squeezed around your neck. But you look pretty this way. You look useful.
âTell me how much you like me.ââSo~ much, so much, fuck. Iâm gonna cum, Kento. Daddy.â Your mouthâs still running when he snakes his hand underneath you to start rubbing at your puffy clit, and feels the way his own body starts to tighten when your walls clench wildly around him. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum. I want you to cum too, want to feel it- I wanna have you deep inside me forever, ah, ah. Oh, you feel so good, fuck.â Itâs almost ironic when he thinks about it. How much he likes you running your mouth like this, begging for more. Itâs poetic.
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âbejeweled; kaz brekker.
Ê kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 1,2k words.
Ê from this ask. | dating kaz brekker, and he gifts you jewelry as trinkets like the crow he is.
Ê established relationship; crow club drinking.
Ê a/n i love this idea so much! i'm sorry if it's rushed or slightly off. thank you for reading!
It started out small. Kaz had a ring he looped through a silver rolo chain necklace that he wore, tucked under his shirt, until one day it wasn't there anymore. The ring was a simple silver thin band with the letter R carved into the inside of it. It was a barely noticeable part of his get up, but Inej, the sharp-eyed wraith, noticed the lack of shining silver chain under his collar.
âDid you lose your necklace?â Inej asked, settling into the barstool next to him in the Crow Club. Kaz looked up from his glass, acknowledging her with a brief glance from under his hat.
âNo,â he replied, not elaborating any further. Kaz Brekker couldn't help the way his eyes fall onto you as you sat at one of the tables with Jesper and Wylan. You laughed, throwing down your hand of five cards victoriously. His eyes caught the glimpse of silver around your left middle finger. A ring. His ring.
An involuntary smile crept onto his lips. It vanished within a second, as if it had never been there in the first place.
You turned your head, catching his stare before you sauntered over towards him. Kaz didn't say a word, turning to the back door of the club that led to a mostly deserted alley, hoping you would get the hint to trail after him.
The door clicked shut behind him, but not three seconds passed, it swung open again. You stood there, grinning smugly towards him.
âIf I didn't know any better, I might start thinking that you missed me,â you said, brushing some lint off of his collar.
His gloved hand caught yours, holding it in place as you tilted your head to look at him. âI thought it was the other way around.â
He smoothed out your palm, pressing the back of your hand to his lips briefly. When he pulled away, he was twirling the ring around your finger. It was intimateâthe ring was his and it was on you. You were his, as scary as the thought was to him, he liked it just as much.
Next, it was an ankle bracelet. A small little thing, usually tucked safely inside the neck of your boots. Then, eventually he started bringing whatever jewelry he found his hands on.
Your last job was for a paintingâexpensive, six digits in Kruge, and it went mostly smooth-sailing, other than a couple of close calls. Everyone was safe, celebrating at the Crow Club. Drinking, dancing and laughing like there was no tomorrow. The ever-brooding Dirtyhands seemed to be in a lighter mood as well.
You danced to the music, trotting towards the Bar for a refill. His eyes trailed after you, trying to catch your glance. When he locked eyes with you, his head tilted slightly to the back door. His gloved hand definitely pulled another card from his sleeves and he revealed his hand on the gambling table. Sly cheater.
Jesper groaned loudly. âKaz wins? Again?!â
Nina laughed merrily, leaning on Matthias' shoulder as she shuffled the deck again.
Kaz stood up as you were already closing the door behind you.
âI need a drink,â said Kaz. The rest of the table did not question him as they were already starting another round, this time with Wylan as a challenger.
Kaz was out the door in seconds.
âSeems our rendezvous is compromised, Brekker,â you said when the door clicked shut behind him. You gestured to a drunken man, passed out by the door, snoring loudly.
His nose scrunched up in disgust, noticing the putrid smell of alcohol and puke. âI wanted to give you this.â
Like a magician, he pulled a string of chain necklace out of thin air. Kaz and his sleight of hand was something you found extremely endearing.
âYou took it from the house.â Your eyes widened, noticing the intricately-shaped charm of the necklace. It was the silhouette of a crow. You mentioned it to him in passing as you looked around the room where you were taking the painting from.
âIt's yours.â
You let him hook the necklace around your neck, noticing the way his fingers brushed against your nape longer than it should have.
âThank you, Kaz,â you muttered, taking his hand with both of yours, pressing it to the side of your face. You leaned into the leather, closing your eyes.
The next time it was more noticable, a bright ruby ring, occupying your pointer finger. It was a small band, but the red stood out extremely against the silver. Your last job was at a pawn shop that belonged to a swindler that you were paid to intimidate into returning the money they had scammed out of your client. As part of it, you were to conduct a robbery of sorts. You were allowed to keep your loot on top of your payment. It was an easy deal to take.
You arrived at the shop just a bell past midnight. Jesper had already snatched a couple of vintage cufflinks for himself. Inej didn't mind swiping a knife or two from the extensive collection. Wylan was fixated on a small, bronze clock. Matthias was shifting through fur jackets being hanged by the door.
Nina gasped when she opened the box of jewelry. It was filled with various stones on different ring bands. There was a mix of earrings, necklaces and bracelets, too, but everyone was eyeing the ruby. It was practically shining.
âThat is stunning,â said Jesper, already moving to grab it from Nina's grasp.
Before Jesper could take it, Kaz's gloved fingers closed over it. He tucked it into the pocket of his vest. âThat is mine.â
Everyone let out a noise of disagreement, but relented anyway. However, it created quite the scandal when you headed down for breakfast and the ring was adorning your ring finger.
Wylan was the first to notice the bright red stone. His jaw dropped, trailing after the clueless you, who was almost on auto-pilot as you buttered a piece of bread and bit into it.
Wylan tugged on Jesper's hand, pointing at your finger. Jesper let out a conspiratory gasp, which alerted Nina and Matthias. Inej, who was blowing on her cup of tea, looked up as well. Kaz was nowhere to be seen yet.
âMorning, everyone,â you mumbled, rubbing the sleep off of your eyes. You were taken aback by everyone's bewildered reaction. âAre you okay? Is there something wrong with me?â
Self-consciously, you started smoothing out your hair and tugged on the collar of your shirt.
âOh, you're fine,â Jesper said. âWe just can't help but be curious of the ring.â
In your sleepy haze, you shrugged. âA gift from Kaz.â
As if on cue, Kaz walked down the stairs. Everyone's gaze turned on him simultaneously.
âHe gifted it to you?â Asked Matthias, tilting his head inquisitively.
Kaz, with his usual scowl, asked back, âWhat are you all on about?â
âEverything made sense!â yelled Nina. âMatthias, I told you about the changes in Kaz's heartrateââ
ââor the way he sometimes disappearsââ said Wylan.
Jesper chided in, ââand he's never cared for jewelry before, but lately he's been taking souvenirs backââ
ââand he's been giving them to ___,â concluded Inej.
âWell done,â said Kaz uninterestedly. âAstute observations.â
He brushed past you, taking a bite out of your buttered bread as he did. âGood morning.â
It was safe to say that the rest of the day was filled with inquiries by everyone else. Kaz wanted no part in it, leaving you to deal with the barrage of questions from how and when and all the sorts. You swore you'd have a couple of words for Kaz by the end of the day.
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