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operation-steal-chans-laptop · 11 months

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Brat tamer Chris🥺?? who instead of spanking ur ass, spanks ur clit and kissing it (ie. eating you out mercilessly) better because there’s just something about the teary eyes, swollen wet pussy, and a whiny little princess that’s gone stupid from the sensations that just does it for him🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

It’s all out of love. He knows you can be good for him you just need a little bit more firm direction. And if you get overstimulated along the way? Well….

I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN TO WHORE OUT LIKE THIS😭you HAVE TO BELIVE ME😭😭IM INNOCENT AT HEART (not really)

I’m sorry if this doesn’t match what you had in mind <3

“Tell me babygirl, why are you being punished?” Understanding is the first step in learning your lesson. He wants to know that you know what you did was wrong and that there are repercussions as a result. “Came without permission” you croak.

It wasn't an accident; Chan was quite understanding in that regard, especially if you had been without his touch for weeks. No, you knew what you were doing when sending him recordings of you whining and moaning while he was at work. You say nothing in the audio recordings in an attempt to tease Chan further. Silently taunting him to do something about it, taunting him to make you talk. Make you tell him how much you needed him, how you missed him and so desperately wanted him home to take care of his princess.

The last clip is what truly sets him off; 20 seconds, that's all it took for you to end up in this position. The sounds of your labored breathing and whimpers growing louder and louder before your voice is finally heard, its faint, almost inaudible. “cumming,” you whine. Chan knows you too well, and even though he can't see you, he can still hear the cocky smirk plastered across your face.

A simple "I love you" text is sent after the recording, trying to play off the fact that you broke a rule. The rule being, you're only allowed to orgasm with his permission.

He now had you on the bed, rid of your clothes and your legs spread out, readying you for your punishment. His eyes are looking up at you from between your legs, and his fingers glide up your folds, his middle finger tracing little circles on your clit. You feel small in the presence of his intense gaze.

“Not even a please.” Chan shakes his head in disapproval, and you feel the warmth of his fingers leave you, the cold air replacing his digits. “Gonna spank you five times. I want you to count them out loud, if you close your legs or fail to count we restart, understood?” You hum in approval “uh uh, use your words, tell me you understand.”

You groan and throw your head back, and in the process break your eye contact with him. “Y/n” his voice is dangerous, deep and laced with warning. “Look at me and you tell me you understand” Your head rolls to the side, and your eyes meet with his again, his pupils blown out with lust.

It's honestly a bit intimidating the way he looks at you when he's in this state. In this moment he was a predator, and you were more than willing to be his prey. He then moves his dominant hand to hover over your core, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his palm.

“I understand,” you sigh, now accepting your fate. “good,” he nearly growls. His hand pulls back a little and with a flick of the wrists, his fingers sharply land on your cunt, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

"One," you mumble as you attempt to contain the moans that are bubbling up in your throat. If Chan knew how much you enjoyed it, he would devise a new punishment, which is the last thing you wanted.

Once more, his hand pulls back before coming down and landing on the same spot where it had previously smacked you. This time, the strike is more painful than the last one, a whimper now slipping past your pretty lips. “Number,” Chan demands. “t-two,” and the process repeats. “three,” and again. “fo-four”

Each time the pain grows more and more, your body starts to tremble, your legs dare to close, and your tears are about to spill over. Just one more, and it will be over.

Chan continues to watch you, the glint in his eyes dark and piercing. Your eyes then shut causing the tears to fall down your heated cheeks. “Look at me” Chan corrects you. His face softens when your eyes meet his, it's almost a sympathetic look, a look that's filled with nothing but love. “Ready?” He questions and you nod a little “ready” you agree, your voice quivering slightly.

His hand pulls back further than all the times before, and in an instant it comes hurling down. Fear ensues, your legs about to close in order to protect your sensitive, swelling cunt. But before you can even manage to do so, his hand meets your heat, the sound of the impact ringing through the bedroom and you let out a cry.

“The number baby,” his voice is soft as he speaks to you now. “Five” Your body relaxes a little now knowing that the punishment is over. Chan's lips replace his hand, pressing soft kisses around your clit causing waves of both pain and pleasure to wash over your body.

“What do you say princess?” He hums against you between kisses and small licks. He waits for you to collect your thoughts before giving your thigh a small squeeze and sliding one of his hands up to your hand resting on your tummy, threading his fingers with yours.

You’re quiet as you think, your brain running too slow to come up with a coherent sentence. “I’m sorry for being a brat,” you mumble. “Good girl”

Chan gets up from between your legs, coming up to meet you face to face “You okay?” He whispers as his hand cups your cheek, his thumb wiping away the stray tears rolling down your face, and you hum in agreement.

Before laying down next to you, he gives you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. His hands then grab hold of your waist and draw you to his chest, his heartbeat and the constant rise and fall of his chest calming you a little. “Do you want me to get you water or start a bath?”

“uh uh, not yet.” Chan nods in acknowledgement and the tips of of his fingers begin lightly trailing up and down your back “We can stay like this as long as you’d like beautiful”

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nonbinary-kaz · 2 years

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Imagine: the Hendricks’ Estate back garden. There’s a light breeze. Music is playing from inside the house, a soft tune that’s carried out through an open window. The stars are especially bright, and the flowers smell sweet. Geraniums.

A man sits alone on a bench, one leg stretched out before him. It aches and it does nothing to help his already sour mood. He doesn’t even have the right to be upset because it’s not his wedding. It still makes him irrationally upset that everyone inside doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that half of his crew is missing. Half of his crows.

Kaz Brekker sits alone and sulks like a teenager. He supposes that it’s fitting; he never got to be a teenager in the traditional sense.

They haven’t even heard from her since the invitation was sent. Wylan and Jesper had sent it way ahead of time to make sure she’d have time to return to Ketterdam. It’s not unusual, sometimes months pass without a word. She writes as often as she can. Sometimes she doesn’t see harbors and ports (are ports and harbors the same thing?? Idk don’t ask me) for months, and she can’t possible send a letter from the ship.

He doesn’t really register the footsteps. People have been passing all night. He does, however, hear the creek of the garden gate. He doesn’t turn to have a look. It’s probably a kitchen hand, and no one is stupid enough to murder the Bastard of the Barrel here.

“Kaz?”

Inej stands by the gate. She hasn’t changed from what she wears on her ship. The white shirt is loosely fitted and a few buttons are open (Kaz does not look) and a pair of brown cotton pants. The coat is one of Kaz’s old ones, one he has grown out of and completely forgotten.

Then she asks what he’s doing out here all alone, and Kaz mutters something about there being too many people inside, but he’s left the gloves on his desk at the Slat and Inej knows why he’s there but she doesn’t say anything about it.

They talk a little. When a tune they both recognize start playing, Inej stands and very carefully pull Kaz up from where he sits and says something about dancing. She’s obviously noticed the bad leg. It’s not that Kaz can’t dance, Inej is pretty sure he would if she asked, but she also knows that means unnecessary strain and pain.

“Lean on me”, she says, and Kaz does. Inej has one hand on the small of his back and the other in his. They hold each other as if to waltz, but they don’t. They sway back and fourth for a little while, and when the song comes to an end, Inej presses a feather light kiss to the corner of Kaz’s lips. They hold each other for another moment before they return to the party.

Jesper stands in a window and watches and gives Wylan a thumb’s up because they finally kissed for the first time

Sorry this got out of hand 😭 I promise I won’t send you mini fics next time. Thank you for indulging my sorry ass <333333

1: FUCKING TAKE THAT APOLOGY BACK RN

2: SAY FUCKING SIKE RN. OR BREAK THAT PROMISE. I WANT THESE ANY TIME U WANNA SEND ME THEM

3: AAAAAAAAAH 🥹🥺🥰😍😭

Is it really ur wedding if ur not rooting for ur emotionally constipated best friend to finally kiss his kinda-sorta girlfriend who is ur other best friend

HES SULKING UNTIL HE SEES HER AAAH he just wants her he misses her so much and he knows she should be here, even if it’s just for Jesper and Wylan, because that’s fine because he’ll see her anyway but. But he MISSES her and he WANTS HER THERE AND THEN SHE IS THERE AND HE GETS TO BE WITH HER aaaaaaaah

#🥺😭🥰🥹😍#kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #six of crows #this was beautiful I’m ignoring work to read this 🥺#☕️

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