#kaz brekker kinktober

[mmgwritings]

RUIN ME, RUIN US

Characters: Kaz Brekker / Dreg ! Reader

Prompts: “I… I want you to touch me,” Kaz admits, while staring up at the ceiling, "There" cheeks reddening in an increasing show of embarrassment. (prompt created by @dumplingsjinson)

Warnings: Smut; Canon divergence; Obviously, I didn't proofread again; Masturbation; Oral Sex; NSFW; Really Long Text Sorry!

The streets were packed with people. Dazzled tourists, ravkan peasants, privileged and neglected children fought for space in the alleys with merchants, prostitutes and pickpockets - all the same, all too happy with the promises of the holiday. Nachtspel was an event during the Kerch year, in Ketterdam the party lasted for more than a week if you looked for the right club to spend money on frivolous pleasures.

This year people commented that the festival would last a month due to the visit of King Nikolai of Ravka, a tall man with a sarcastic smile who every now and then Y/N would bump into in the Slat - a place where kings didn't belong, that much she knew... at least not kings with a good reputation. The visit of the Ravkans was a promise of prosperity, King Nikolai and his entourage were in Ketterdam to bargain a spice trade line with the Council of Tides, a way of linking Ravka, Kerch and Shu Han in a triple alliance.

But it's interesting to think that King Nikolai is smart enough to also bargain with the real monarch of Kerch: Kaz Brekker. Y/N had not yet been in Ketterdam years ago when the Fold was destroyed, when a certain Ravkan prince needed the help of a small gang of thieves. But she heard about all this from Jesper, the Dregs' sharpshooter and part of Kaz's small retinue: the Crows. She also heard about the former king of Ketterdam, Pekka Rollins, and how Kaz made him beg, how he took everything from Rollins: clubs, indentures, friends in politics. Everything.

Well, almost everything. Kaz Brekker remains a mystery.

Y/N met Kaz a few days after arriving in Ketterdam, when he walked into the teashop she tended to. He needed a new waitress for the Crow Club, a seemingly simple job if the additional skill of the position wasn't listening to the conversations of some customers. She accepted, and here she is three years later. And she's dangerously involved with Kaz.

It all started very simply, they barely realized that they were spending too much time together. Y/N in the lounge, taking care of drinks or delivering envelopes to Kaz's office, or sharing a quiet living room in the Slat after everyone went to sleep.

One thing led to another over the years. A whispered conversation after the two drank too much, a longing look exchanged as they left for their posts at the Crow Club, a sleepless night on the building's terrace. But the moment they really realized, admitted, actually, having feelings for each other was when they realized that they needed each other.

For Y/N, their relationship was experienced at two peaks: the calm and comfort of knowing that they both loved each other and the turbulence and insecurity when dealing with Kaz's traumas. Y/N saw the way Jesper and Wylan, Nina and Matthias' relationship bothered Kaz, he wanted to be able to offer Y/N the same level of intimacy.

And that's why they've fought countless times. Silent wars where Kaz reluctantly tried to break up and Y/N pretended not to hear her boyfriend's stupid arguments. When Kaz tried to get away from her in vain, because Y/N always found a way to bother his heart with smiles, jokes and words of affection.

Kaz knew Y/N was patient. She was the best in his world. But, he knew that he needed to become a better man for her. What kind of relationship is this where he couldn't touch her without almost throwing up, fainting?

Y/N realized, just like she notices all the little things that make Kaz human, that he was trying to be more physical. Sometimes he would touch her hand gently, his fingertips gliding across her palm as if she were made of the most fragile glass. Other times he sat next to her on the window sill, too close that she felt his heat. Or when he suddenly decided that they would share the room, the same bed.

That was a difficult moment: Kaz gradually tried to stay close to her, until finally he managed to rest his arm on her throughout the night. But, all of this was done when he was fully dressed. Long-sleeved shirt, thick pants.

The kisses? Impossible. These took longer to go from merely touching lips to touching tongues. Let alone get lost in the moment. A kiss from Y/N would leave Kaz feverish, on the precipice between fainting from anxiety or lust. Sometimes he didn't even know if his trembling hands were a good or bad thing.

But it's over. Kaz, when properly warned, could get carried away. Y/N and Kaz occasionally had make-out sessions, one that left them panting, sweaty and craving for more. Wishing they were like all the other normal people, the ones they heard sighing in the dark alleys when they came back late at night from some mission. Those who occasionally locked themselves in the Crow Club bathroom and came out with a flushed face.

Would today be anything different? Y/N wondered as she went up to her room. Earlier, when she was still in stock at the Crow Club, Kaz spent time with her keeping her company while she counted the products. Y/N could tell he was a little nervous, but she didn't pressure him into saying anything.

So, he finally said a curt "Meet me in the bedroom later" and left for the office before Y/N could ask anything. And here she was, walking into the room and finding the sight of a Kaz Brekker sitting by the window, his eyes vacant into the night.

"Hey, how are you? Where's everyone?" Y/N said, taking off her coat and placing it on the trunk at the foot of the bed. When she arrived at Slat she noticed that it was strangely empty, even for a festival the house always had one or two people in the common rooms.

"Out" muttered Kaz "I gave them the night off." Then he finally looked at Y/N and there was something strange, it was as if he had never seen her in his life, as if he didn't know how to approach her.

"Cool… But, what happened to you? Did you want to tell me something?" Y/N said, approaching him slowly. Kaz sighed and held out his arms, an invitation for her to touch him, to hug him.

Y/N smiled, a gesture mirrored by Kaz, before surrendering to her arms. She was a little shorter than him, barely reaching her shoulders, the perfect height to fit in. Kaz placed a small kiss above her ear, a kiss that ended up trailing to her temple, her cheek, her jaw, the corners of her lips.

And then the famine came. The desire for more, much more. Kaz kissed Y/N's lips, a warm touch. Her hands, which had been clasped behind Kaz's back, moved up to his arms.

And then Kaz's tongue touched Y/N's parted lips strongly, a request, a promise. His tongue was everywhere: first sliding tentatively across her lips, then massaging, then sucking. It was so much more than they'd tried before, Y/N thought, as he nibbled on her bottom lip, pulling her closer into his arms, squeezing as if to make sure she was real.

Y/N didn't need to think much, she didn't want to stop and ask Kaz if everything was okay because, a second later, she felt one of his hands on her ass, groping. They had too many clothes on. Kaz wore a dark, velvety green vest over a white shirt with long sleeves buttoned over the wrist. The pants were black and made of thick material, the ones he usually wears in the invention. Y/N was already wearing a long blouse, the pants she wore were masculine enough to not receive more than two glances from Crow Club customers. But now, she wished there weren't so many layers between them, that the cloths would disappear.

Y/N's hands came up to Kaz's face with a caress, she wanted more than anything to slide her fingers through his hair… so she did, and he allowed it. His kisses were making her dizzy, fervent.

"Kaz," she whispered as he occupied his lips with a new target, her neck. The hands on her ass tensing in search of more, more closeness. "Slow down, Kaz," she protested.

Kaz listened and then stopped, looked at her with dark eyes, his face flushed and his lips red… lips that Y/N would never get tired of kissing. "I want you" he said "I want you to kiss me until you're sick of it, I want everything… more"

Y/N's heart lost a beat and then pulsed quickly. That was the kind of thing he said in her delirium, when she dreamed and woke up wishing she could just embrace the man who slept next to her. What else could she do upon hearing this request? She kissed him like she had never kissed him before, her fingers threading through his hair, down his neck, to his face.

A sloppy kiss because they've never done it before. Hands roaming each other's bodies more than they dared before. Kaz was all hands. Tightly squeezing her ass or reaching up to her waist, pulling her closer.

Then, one of Kaz's hands went to Y/N's hair, deftly removing the ribbon that held the curls in a messy braid, while his other hand went down to her right thigh, lifting her leg slightly so that he could get closer... Saints, she wanted to be able to melt and merge with Kaz.

Y/N could barely breathe between the kisses, Kaz's lips were all she wanted, she wanted them all over her body, for him to mark her. Then he pulled her towards the bed, bumping into the table, tripping over the carpet and laughing a little at his clumsiness.

She sat on the bed and looked at Kaz, her face flushed and a slight smile on her face. The street light that entered the room bathed him in a warm, golden light, Kaz had never seemed more alive than at that moment. He was the most beautiful person Y/N had ever seen in her life. He looked so carefree as he rested one of his knees between Y/N's legs, his hand tenderly caressing her face and brushing away stray strands of hair from the front of her forehead.

"You're so beautiful", Kaz murmured, his lips resting a soft peck on the tip of Y/N's nose.

"I can say the same", said Y/N. Pulling him to the middle of the bed so he was on top of her. "There are so many beautiful things I can tell you now. But none of them compare to you, Kaz Rietveld."

She kissed his cheek, then his nose, his chin, his mouth. Her hand, the one that wasn't busy cupping Kaz's face, slid down his back, feeling the muscles beneath his clothes tense slightly, then, at the base of his spine, she pushed him slowly until their body was pressed together. Too many clothes, Y/N thought.

Kaz must have had the same thought, because he deftly slipped his fingers between the top buttons of Y/N's blouse. Beneath it there was nothing but skin flushed with desire.

Well, they've seen a bit of each other's nudity over the years they've shared a room, but it's never been this explicit. So raw. Kaz's eyes slid over Y/N's breasts, his fingers following his gaze to her nipples, touching tentatively, seeing how far they could both go. When her only response was a sigh of pleasure, Kaz opened the rest of her blouse and clumsily pulled the fabric from her body.

Mouths, hands, sighs, moans. Kaz offered and received caresses as he rested his mouth on Y/N's nipples, his warm tongue sliding, sucking and nibbling mercilessly. Y/N's hands didn't know where to hold on in the material world, they were in his hair, keeping him as close as possible, on his shoulders, on his arms, pulling him for more.

Kaz realized that his favorite sound was her moans. It was a sound that reverberated through his body like an overwhelming storm that made his heart palpitate heavily, that made his brain melt and that somehow, caused a pleasant pressure to rest in his groin.

Y/N was lost, she didn't know she was so sensitive there. Or maybe this is just Kaz's effect, his talent. When his mouth was on her nipples everything was perfect and horrible, she felt out of control, completely at Kaz's mercy.

When he stopped kissing her was the moment she hated him, but when he looked at her with a shy look on her face, Y/N loved him more than anything. What happened? Y/N wanted to ask, but there was no time, Kaz let out a low, guttural sound when he moved over Y/N, she felt, through all the layers of clothes that still separated them, Kaz's cock pressed against her.

A shiver ran up her spine. Y/N kissed him hard, tongue lashing over Kaz's lips, her nails scratching his arms, pulling him, feeling him. A wave of pleasure coursed through her body as her sensitive nipples came into contact with the raised embroidery of Kaz's vest. She opened her legs wider to accommodate him between her and Kaz's hand went to her ass, pulling her towards his crotch.

Suddenly, Y/N pushed Kaz away. Turning his body so she was on top, she then quickly took off her pants. She's sick of so many clothes.

Kaz was in awe, looking at her body as if it were some kind of miracle, as if some saint was descending from heaven with an offer too good to be true. Or like a demon, leading him to a path of no return. For the first time in his life he felt nothing bad happening, no repulsion, no aversion at the thought of touching someone. He just wanted more from her, wanted to take everything from her, touch her everywhere, but more than anything, he wanted her to touch him.

Their relationship was always smooth, they never talked about sex or about anything other than kisses, but they both wanted the same feeling of fulfillment that all other couples had. So, it was not without shyness that Kaz, completely vulnerable to Y/N, looked at her with pious eyes and pleaded.

"I... I want you to touch me," Kaz admits, while staring up at the ceiling, "There" cheeks reddening in an increasing show of embarrassment.

It was selfish of him to ask that. It was malicious, negligent, narcissistic, asking for pleasure when she was the one who should be adored. But Kaz was never much for bending, he was never pious.

Little did he know that it was what Y/N wanted most.

She smiled and kissed Kaz, her light fingers opening the buttons of his pants, slipping down to his cock. The feeling was very different from what she had imagined, Kaz was warm, soft, firm and… big. Very.

Kaz let out a strangled sound, his hands that rested on her waist fluttered slightly. "Everything is fine?" she asked, the movements of her hand stopped completely, but she didn't remove it.

"Yes," he sighed, closing his eyes in pleasure.

Y/N then moved her hand slightly up and down, gently squeezing the base, sliding the tip of her thumb over the tip of his dick. Feeling the cum spread in his hand. Kaz was discreet, he was trying not to get carried away, she realized, but she could hear the light moans that escaped his lips, she could tell that he was really enjoying it when he tensed his jaw, when he squeezed her ass.

Daring the limits, Y/N lowered Kaz's pants further, finally seeing him completely. It was definitely not what she had imagined. Kaz was very thick, the tip was a dark pink color that glistened with cum and had some prominent veins. She wondered what it would feel like in her mouth.

When Y/N gave Kaz a peck on the crotch, just above the pubic hair line, she looked at him as if asking if she could continue. His eyes were moist, as if it was a difficult task to contain all of his impulses.

“Please,” he begged, one hand caressing Y/N’s cheek. "Please don't stop" he moaned.

She then tried putting just the tip of his dick in her mouth, her tongue testing the taste of his cum, then, tentatively, she saw how much it all fit.

It wasn't much. She didn't have that much experience, she couldn't take his entire dick in her mouth without feeling like she might choke. So, she took turns sucking and licking, from the base to the tip, then, when she saw that he liked it, she held his balls and massaged them lightly. But she never stopped moving her hand in a tempting gesture.

Kaz was getting carried away. When he became very impatient with Y/n's slow movements he begged to be rough, when he felt her tongue passing over the tip, sucking, and looking at him, he let the moans, previously low, sound at ease. Damn anyone who listens.

Please, please, please, he said. Hip thrusting, his dick entering her mouth even more. Beg, Y/N wanted to say, beg for more and maybe I'll let you cum, fill my mouth with it, let you see how you ruin me.

So, when she felt his hip thrusts become more sloppy, when his moans were lost between his panting, Y/N sucked hard on Kaz's cock and felt, in the back of her throat, his cum pooling on her tongue, sliding down her chin.

When his orgasm ended, he was panting and feverish, his hair messy, beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, his cheeks pink. He was a beautiful sight. He was a beautiful mess.

As for Y/N, she was strangely shy under Kaz's longing gaze, feeling cum slide down her chin and drip onto her breasts. "Beautiful" Kaz said, standing up and placing a sloppy kiss on her lips, his tempting tongue lashing into her mouth, both of them tasting him.

"All mine", he whispered, as he pulled her to saddle him. Y/N felt his dick brush against her pussy. "And I want all of you. I want you to ruin me, ruin us."

[ms-fade]

Day 1 Kinktober

Being caught.

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader. +18 Drabble

Ask: “Hi for the October thing can you please do the prompt 'caught' with Kaz? Maybe he catches the reader masturbating or something like that.Thank you”

Warnings: Hair pulling, being rough, being caught, being punished, implying belt usage, chocking implying, masterbating, pinching of the cl*t. Bargirl!goodgirl used.

Hands beneath the small lace under your dress made it hard for you to control your breaths. Rubbing your fingers on your painfully swollen clit after a day of day dreaming about your boyfriend, his glare and tone the whole day made your hormones acted up. You could feel the mess you made in your underwear while working around the bar and crossed your legs when kaz came down for a few. His dark eyes falling on you made you bite your lip to try and not moan on the spot.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped when you pinched your bud between your fingers like kaz always did, and you tried to forget how his tongue would lap across your folds. The flash of his hands wrapped around your throat as his cock buried deep within your hole. The way the sheet’s beneath the two of you was always wet with your juices, or his cum leaking out of you.

As you remember how it felt to have him within you it made you closer to release and made you whimper. Your fingers moved faster and pressed down on the right place to send you over the edge. So close to cumming and feeling bliss, his face was the only thing you could picture. Though your hands stopped and heart skipped a beat when a knock was heard on your door.

One knock.

Before you could jump up from the bed the door opened and you saw him standing there, looking over the room until he saw you. Your cheeks flushed hot and your body bumped with embarrassment. His eyes stared at you for a second and tilted his head then followed your hands that hid behind your skirt. Just from seeing how tense and embarrassed you seemed, he knew just what you where doing.

“Hmm.” Stepping in your room he closed it behind himself. You watch him lock the door and slowly take off his jacket and you swallowed hard thinking of his body. “I pay you for filling up drinks, smiling at the costumers,” his back was turned and you could hear and see him undo his belt. A thrill sent down your body then to your pussy making it clinch and ache to be filled.

You sat up and pulled your hand out of undergarments and leaned on you hands, looking at him to try and make him forgive you. “Sorry, wouldn’t do it again.” You pouted. His gazes turn to you again and his belt clinched within his hands as he slowly limped to the bed. You could tell by his look he was mad at you.

“You couldn’t wait to touch yourself for another hour? Or, come to me. Such a beautiful, horny girl.” As he walked closer to your side of the bed you couldn’t help but lean up with him. You needed him so bad, so you leaned up on your knees and gave him puppy eyes of submission. He smirked down at you and lifted his hand up to your chin and took it lightly in his grip.

“A bad girl,” you gasped as your head got yanked back as his hands quickly took a fist full of your hair. “You ask for permission, yet you didn’t do that. You work when I tell you to, didn’t do that too. Instead you decided to play with your filthy cunt.” Whimpering out you grab your skirt for support.

“M’sorry.” You cried out and tried to look at him but he just kept making you whine, his hold get tighter and moving you around. His other hand reached down to his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them open. “Good girls show respect. You aren’t a good girl, so you have make it up to me.” He let’s go of your hair and you looked down at his undid pants and take a deep breath.

“Yes sir.” You gulp and leaned down to take his cock out of his trunks. Your mouth watered at the thought of having him in your mouth and making his moan, to taste his cum. “I’ll make it up to you,” You tugged him closer and set his aching hard cock out “Promise.”

[faerykingdom]

DAY ONE - K. BREKKER

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1162 words

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kaz brekker x reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: overstimulation, penetration, fingering, unprotected sex

It had been an exhausting day. Your entire body hurt from the hours of exertion. You had a migraine that has decided to live indefinitely in your head. Your wrist, your motherfucking wrist, hurts worse than it has in a while; it having being sprained painfully in your latest heist. (You’ll admit, you’ve had worse injuries, but right now, with your heart beating steadily in your wrist, and agonizing shots of pain shooting you your entire arm, you can’t think of anything worse.)

The heist, the lovely it’ll-only-take-two-days-at-most-Y/N heist. The one that had definitely lasted longer than a fucking hour, and immediately went wrong.

𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑

“Gods damnit!” You shouted, as you jumped onto different roofs in a matter of seconds. You were running from Ravkan soldiers. You, and the couple of Dregs were sent to break into a multimillion kruge building, that would set you up for life.

It’s only been almost six years since the Fold was destroyed (by a fucking Sun Summoner, who died and made more Sun Summoners – it’s a very difficult concept to wrap around your mind, you mean, how the hell does the death of a saint cause everyone around her to gain her powers? – anyway, you’re getting off topic). Kaz sent you along with a couple newbies – seriously, how were you meant to successfully complete the heist when you were surrounded by idiots who didn’t know what they were doing? -, and explained that he expected all of you back in two days with bags filled with kruge.

However, as soon as you landed on Ravkan soil – after a lovely sail against the former Fold, to which you thought those damned winged beasts would fly out of no where and take you – you were almost immediately surrounded by soldiers.

Some motherfucker had told the authorities the plan. And when you find them, they’re going to wish they had never been born.

So now, you were split up from the rest of the group – if they hadn’t been arrested yet – and we’re currently flinging yourself over roofs to get away.

You jump from the last building, that will put you out of sight of the soldiers for a while. Unfortunately, there isn’t anything to grab a hold of to slow your fall. You barely have time to duck into a ball to stop from landing your neck, before your crashing onto the floor.

You yelp, feeling your wrist catch the brunt of the impact. You’re lucky you haven’t broken your damned arm.

You’re going to kill Kaz when you get back.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓

The rest of the crew had managed to make it back to a different boat than you, and were able to make it back to Ketterdam about a day before you.

While they were happily sailing back home, you had had to hide out for the rest of the day, and sneak onto the bottom of a boat heading home.

You were in a piss pour mood, and you had no energy to deal with Kaz fucking Brekker and his questions.

And, of course, you were ignored and the Dirtyhands walked into your room, closing the door behind him with his crow cane.

“What do you want, Kaz?” You sigh, to exhausted to give much energy into the argument you can already see brewing. “If you’re here to scold me, I suggest you get a move on it. I’m tired, and not in the mood to deal with your bullshit.”

You looked up at the man through your desk mirror, numbly fiddling with your sleeping clothes. He stood stoically, his hands folded over the top of his cane. He stared at you, his dark eyes scanning the length of your body. He said nothing, seeming to want to examine every inch of you before opening his damned mouth.

Unfortunately for either of you, you were not patient enough to wait for him. You spun around to face him, your fingers dropping your clothes, and a scowl spread across your cheeks.

“What, Kaz?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you’re going to bother me, at least fucking say something!”

Kaz stared at you, his own lips deepening into a scowl, “What the hell happened?”

“What do you think happened?” you snapped, glaring at the man in the mirror. “You sent me on a heist with two fucking newbies. We got caught as soon as we got on Ravkan land. Those motherfuckers felt me to deal with it by my goddamn self!”

You stopped rifling through your drawer, anger coursing through your veins as you slammed your hands down on the dresser. You were exhausted, your wrist hurt (you really shouldn’t have slammed it down so fucking hard), and you were pissed. Those idiots better not come anywhere near you for the next year, or you might kill them.

You flop down on your bed, and tossing your pillow over your face. All you wanted to do was sleep off the last week. But nooo, of course Kaz can’t take a hint, and leave you be.

You don’t look at him, but you can feel him staring down at you, and you can already imagine the scowl on his face. “Go away, Kaz!” you shout through the pillow, officially over his silent stare.

“No, I’ve got something better planned.”

“Fuck!” you scream, your hips hitching up towards Kaz’s hands. It was too much!

You’re laying on your bed, loosely tied to the head post, and bared completely for Kaz. You don’t know how long you’ve been here, or how many orgasms he’s forced out of you.

Kaz was straddling your legs, keeping your lower half against the bed. His dark eyes were focused on you, a smirk spread across his face. His fingers drove into you, the tip of his fingers hitting your g-spot over and over again. “Come on, give me another,” he says, rubbing harshly against your clit.

“St-stop!” you screech, trying to pull away from him. Kaz grabs your hips, and slams them back on the bed, keeping you still under his grasp.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

It’s too much, oh saints...

“SHIT!”

Everything goes blank, and you feel like you just died and came back.

When everything clears, you realize the all-consuming pleasure was still pushing down on you.

You open your eyes, your chest moving quickly with your pants, and moans. You immediately make eye contact with Kaz, the man leaning over you as his hips slam sharply against yours. He’s looking down at you, and if you didn’t know him like you did, you would think he was completely unaffected. But you did know him, his eyes were glazed over slightly, and sweat lined his forehead. He was just as consumed as you.

“Fuck, Kaz,” you whisper, wrapping your fists around the sheets. “It’s too fucking much!”

Kaz leans down, his lips grazing your ear, “Shut up and take it. I’m not done with you.”

[jackwolfes]

Kazper // Six of Crows // 634 words // M rated @kinktober2023 Day 6: Dubious Consent and Frottage Bonus warnings: drunk sex, self esteem issues

[all kinktober fills]

Realistically, this is a bad idea. 

Jesper fucking knows it is but he’s too drunk to stop himself and takes solace anyway in the fact that Kaz is drunk too. So drunk. It’s obvious to Jesper even though he’s sloshed, even though it wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else that looked at Kaz, except Jesper pays too much attention where Kaz is involved and sees all his little tells. He catalogues the messy hair and rumpled shirt, understands what it means when his wide-blown pupils make his dark eyes darker, and devours the alcohol-flush on his best friend’s face. The fact that these all happened before they got their thighs slotted between each others’ legs — and the fact they’re here grinding like this in the first place — means Kaz is really fucking drunk.

“Fuck—” 

Jesper bites his tongue to cut his curse short, embarrassed by it. Kaz doesn’t laugh at him, doesn’t mock. If he did, Jesper would like it. His comfort comes two-fold, in the fact they’re as drunk as each other which means Jesper probably isn’t a horrible person, and in the fact he still has however long left to enjoy the feeling of Kaz’s body grinding on his before his hangover hits him. 

They’re up against a wall in a cramped little storeroom and Kaz has him pinned. Their faces are inches apart but they don’t touch skin-to-skin, and they won’t. Kaz is keeping the gloves on (for which Jesper is glad) and all their clothes stays on. It’ll cause plenty of messy problems in a minute but that kind of makes the whole thing a little more thrilling. Everything about this feels thrilling to Jesper, though. 

He’s already forgotten who started it but knows that they both wanted it. Both said they wanted it, at least, but who knows with the booze? Not Jesper. He knows he wants it right now just like he knows if he stopped wanting it he wouldn’t say, too afraid of forcing the two of them to confront whatever the fuck they just did and losing Kaz now, rather than tomorrow morning when they sober up. Jesper wants to delay that inevitability as long as he can, so he won’t say a damn thing if he changes his mind. It probably doesn’t even matter. Kaz probably wouldn’t pull away. 

Kaz also doesn’t kiss him, although Jesper didn’t expect him to. What Kaz does is rut his crotch over Jesper’s thigh and press his leg almost painfully into the bulge in Jesper’s trousers, gloved hands pinning him to the wall as they both move like the messy drunks they are. Kaz won’t kiss him so Jesper doesn’t push his luck — he’s drunk and stupid, not a fucking rapist — but Saints, he fucking wants to. 

So they don’t kiss, and they don’t talk, but they do fuck. Or they pantomime it, at least. Jesper doesn’t think about the horrible things to come, the realisations and the hangover and the guilt and the headache. Jesper isn’t good with apologies, or fixing his mistakes. Just making them. What he is good at is keeping his mouth shut and letting his body move, stealing pleasure greedily in much the same way that Kaz is. He isn’t long for it now, feels fire in his stomach and a franticness in the way Kaz holds him down. Those leather-covered fingers pinch and Jesper doesn’t really like it, but Saints know he isn’t going to ask Kaz to stop. He’d never risk it. Anything to delay the inevitable, he thinks desperately, tipping his head back and moaning too loudly. Anything to pretend like this is a good idea for as long as he can. 

He’ll probably wake up hating himself in the morning, but what’s new?

[sunonsky]

Part of Chapter 11:

(Warning, it gets very dark!!)

Wylan was on the floor, leaning down on his tightly bound fists, blood dripping once again from the cut on his lip and possibly several other places too.

“Stop, please stop.” He had cried out as he spit some of the blood out, trying to catch his breath but his possibly-broken rips made it difficult to breathe deeply.

“What was that, little Crow? Ready to spill some details?” Rollins asked from his position behind the brutes who were wrecking Wylan up.

”No..” Wylan replied weakly as he looked down at the stone floor. “Just stop, please. There is no point in this…”

“Oh, but there is a point. But maybe we are going in the wrong direction here…” his vengeful voice was not comforting Wylan one bit.

The brutes paused for a moment, Wylan shot them a glance from his position on the floor, their fists still clenched menacingly. Rollins circled Wylan, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit room. He leaned down to whisper to Wylan once more, his voice dripping with malice.

"Maybe it's time to try a different approach. I've heard Dirtyhands has a particular weakness. Tell me, boy, do you know what it is?" Rollins looked at him with a grin on his face.

Wylan's heart pounded as he considered Rollins's words. He couldn't betray Kaz, no matter what. But the threat of violence hung heavy in the air, and he knew he had to choose his words carefully if that were even possible with these brutes.

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[lchendriks]

by lchendriks

Every time Jesper would trace his fingers absently over the collar only to then smile and sit up a little straighter, as if the reminder that he was theirs made the laws of gravity no longer apply to him, Kaz felt an overwhelming urge to punch something. But Kaz wasn’t jealous.

(This follows on from one of my kinktober fills (Chapter 23: Collaring - Jesper/Matthias) but all you need to know is that Jesper gets given a day collar that is fully sealed on using his zowa abilities.)

Words: 3,091 | Chapters: 1/1 | Language: English

Fandom: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Multi

Relationships: Kaz Brekker/Jesper Fahey/Inej Ghafa/Matthias Helvar/Wylan Van Eck/Nina Zenik, Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Kaz Brekker/Jesper Fahey, Kaz Brekker/Wylan Van Eck, Kaz Brekker/Matthias Helvar, Kaz Brekker/Nina Zenik

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa, Matthias Helvar, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik

Additional Tags: Polyamorous Crows (Six of Crows), Collars, BDSM, Sub Kaz Brekker, Sub Jesper Fahey, Dom Wylan Van Eck, Dom Nina Zenik, Dom Matthias Helvar, Dom Inej Ghafa, Jealousy, POV Kaz Brekker, Light 24/7 BDSM dynamic, Married Crows, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Kaz Brekker-centric

[queerpumpkinnn]

Queerpumpkinnn's Kinktober 2023 is coming soon!

I'm pretty sure y'all know what Kinktober is, especially if you follow my degenerate ass, but if you didn't know, it's an event in which I write kinky shit for the entire month of October.

The event technically begins October 1st BUT I would love to get some ideas organized ahead of time so I have something to put out from the get-go! (Yes I know I just started Sapphic September leave me alone)

Guidelines: Kinky shit, that's kind of the whole point, all are x reader. Reader has to be fem! or gn! but that's kind of in my general rules for requesting anyways (please please please see my guidelines for what kind of more intense content I will or will not write and which characters I write for). All are smut, any genre as long as it doesn't violate any of my writing boundaries.

Please keep in mind that while I want to fulfill as many requests as possible I am in no way obligated to write everything that is asked of me, even if it falls within my writing boundaries. Thank you.

Can't wait to see the disgusting shit y'all come up with ;)

[wesper-ao3feed]

anyone would die to feel your touch

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xCtQ4Zp by attractumamulieribus Wylan left his phone in Kaz's car, this of course naturally leads to him and Jesper having sex in Jesper's car. or... ON a friends night out Wylan and Jesper head outside, they stop by Jesper's car and have some fun :)   ------------------ Kinktober 23 - (i have to put this on everything but prompts from my tumblr @hozierisgod) Day 3: Car sex Words: 2386, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Kinktober 23 Fandoms: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Wylan Van Eck, Jesper Fahey, Nina Zenik, Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Matthias Helvar Relationships: Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Kaz Brekker & Jesper Fahey & Inej Ghafa & Matthias Helvar & Wylan Van Eck & Nina Zenik, Kaz Brekker & Jesper Fahey & Wylan Van Eck, Jesper Fahey & Nina Zenik Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Crows as Found Family (Six of Crows), Minor Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Minor Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik, Drunk Dancing, Drunk Sex, Car Sex, consent is hot, Simp Wylan Van Eck, Simp Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey & Nina Zenik Friendship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Wylan Van Eck Loves Jesper Fahey, Jesper Fahey Loves Wylan Van Eck, Kinktober, kinktober 2023 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xCtQ4Zp

[introvertedelf]

Master List

Please do not repost my work anywhere else without my consent or credit :)

Currently not taking requests!

Topics I won’t write: pregnancy, sub!male dom!reader unless it’s lesbian smut, anything dealing with bodily fluids

Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan)

Kinktober:

Face sitting, unprotected sex, & praising

Lingerie, morning sex, & fingering

Orgasm control, masturbation, & mirror sex

Begging, overstimulation, & toys

Headcannons & Fics:

Comfort for being cheated on (headcannon)

Age regression headcannon (sfw)

Estrogen Experiment (smut)

Scared to Lose You (fluff)

Insubordinate (smut)

Small man big dick (headcannon)

Lucifer (Obey Me!)

Smut (Knotting, breeding, & daddy kinks)

Alec Lightwood (The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters)

The Mundane and the Shadowhunter (Alec x Fem!Reader story. Don’t like? Don’t read.)

(Chapters are 1k or more each)

Chapter 1 Chapter 4 Chapter 7

Chapter 2 Chapter 5

Chapter 3 Chapter 6

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Azriel’s kinks

Rhysand’s kinks

Rhysand x reader: Homesick (fluff)

Seth Capella (The Zodiac Academy)

You’re the new omega (smut)

Kaz Brekker (Grishaverse)

Fingering you with his gloves on (smut)

Dirtyhands (smut)

Your first time with Kaz (smut)

Kaz dry humping you

Light Yagami (Death Note)

Punishment (smut)

Steve Rodgers (Marvel)

His thick cock (short drabble)

Size kink Smut (imagine)

Cuddling with him in little space (sfw)

Stranger Things (Dmitri Antonov aka Enzo)

The Russian in Uniform (Dmitri Antonov x reader story)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Headcannon(s)

Dmitri’s Kinks

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Hi, I'm Lucia, I'm 18. I write for several fandoms (above), I like animals and books. My pronouns are she/they and I'm pansexual. I don't mind writing for teen!reader so long as it's platonic. I will accept asks at any time and my inbox is always open but they might not be posted for a couple of days. My taglist is open if anyone wants to join it.

this blog does not support racism, homophobia, transphobia, antisemitism, sexism, or any other form of hate/prejudice. this includes jkr and tom felton. if you support these things, do not interact with me or my content. If you are interacting with any nsfw then 18+ but 14+ if it's just sfw or platonic fics that you are reading.

Here is my Kinktober Post. (all taken)

Kinktober Order

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Won't Write: noncon, piss kink, incest, pedophilia, underage sex.

Marvel Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova, Bucky Barnes, Helmut Zemo, Carol Danvers, Peter Parker, Pietro Maximoff.

JatP Characters: Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson.

SaB Characters: Kaz Brekker, General Kirigan, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Alina Starkov, Nina Zenik.

Marauders Era: Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, James Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black, Regulus Black.

Harry Potter Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Blaise Zabini, Bill Weasley, Theo Nott, Hermione Granger, Mattheo Riddle and Ginny Weasley.

Criminal Minds Characters: Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia and Luke Alves.

Percy Jackson Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Leo Valdez, Piper Mclean, Jason Grace, Thalia Grace, Silena Beauregard.

Titans Characters: Rachel Roth, Koriand'r, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Garfield Logan.

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Murder House: Violet Harmon, Tate Langdon and Nora Montgomery.

Asylum: Kit Walker, Sister Mary Eunice and Lana Winters.

Coven: Madison Montgomery, Zoe Benson, Misty Day and Kyle Spencer.

Freak Show: Maggie Esmerelda, Jimmy Darling, Desiree Dupree and Dandy Mott.

Hotel: James March, Elizabeth Johnson, Sally Mckenna and Tristan Duffy.

Cult: Winter Anderson, Kai Anderson and Ally Mayfair-Richards.

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Day 9 Of Kinktober

Hair pulling.

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader. 18+ Drabble

Ask: Can i request a kaz brekker x long hair reader, with hair pulling (like he likes that she has long hair and had been wondering how would it feel to pull it) i imagine they've been dating for a while

Warning: Hair pulling, wh*re calling, dominant kaz

Kaz hated to be distracted by the plaguing thoughts of you throughout his day to day. He often finds himself thinking of your laugh or that pretty smile you flashed him, while others it was the thought of bending you over a table and having his way with you. He hated it.

Saints, he hated how much he wanted you. No matter how much he has of you it’s never enough to fill his hunger. As Kaz thrusted into you at night he’d wonder what it was like to pull your hair and tug you around. When your on your knees and sucking his cock how it would feel to grabbed a fist full and pull you up. Or, to use your hair as handles to pull you back into him.

It was enough to make him feral and pent up from thinking about handling you like a doll for his use. You had such beautiful long hair that he loved, even without the sexual thoughts.

You however knew kaz from years of knowing him and breaking him open to get inside, so you knew when he wanted something. You knew what made him tick, what he hated and everything— So you knew he wanted something while your both tangled up in the sheets.

“Hmm- What’s wrong?” You ask as you keep bouncing on his lap as your eyes roll back. “You’ve been wanting to ask me something for a while.” You purred and huffed a moan.

Kaz had his eyes on you, he couldn’t take pull his eyes away, he just grabbed ahold of your hips and stopped your movements. Which caused a whine from you. “I’ve been wanting to try something…”

You hummed and opened your eyes to pear at the man, moving your hands back around his neck you play with his hair. “You can tell me.” Lowing your head into his neck you bite his ear softly, “Tell me what I can do for you.” His chest bubbles up and his grip got tighter from the fear of what he was going to say. Dirty hands never got nervous but you made him crumple into pieces. So he sighed and decided to come clean of a wish he wanted so badly to come true.

“I want to pull your hair. I want to pull you around and feel the pain as I fuck you. I haven’t stop thinking about it,” he moved you again on his cock and rocked into you while you let out a surprised moan. He smirked and kept up his actions.

You smile and lean back up to get a better angle of him inside of you and move your hips harder, “Then do it, pull my hair.” You push your hair back and lean your head back for easy access, “be as rough as you want.” A rush of excitement went to your cunt as you cliched around him.

Kaz didn’t waste anytime with it and twisted his fingers around your hair and pulled your head back. The pain of the pull and stinging made your cunt tighten around him and your eyes roll back. This sparked something inside of him and he railed up into you with more force then before.

“You like that? You look so pretty like this, a needy whore to please, to feel pain from me.” You place your hands on his chest for support and let him have his way with you.

Kaz flipped you over on the mattress and stood on his knees and made you lean on all fours, “Take it- You’ll take it.” He reached back up and pulled your hair and slammed into at the same time. You cried out and leaned as far up as you could from his hold, your tongue almost falling from your mouth. You could feel your juices coating his thighs and the sounds you made when he fucked you.

“Your heads going to hurt all the time from the hairs being pulled,” you could tell this type of power was getting to him, “but you’ll fucking enjoy it.”

You wondered what else he wants to try.

[faerykingdom]

ooookay

kinktober is coming up so here are a few options. i’m not gonna do every day in october, like last year. there might not be as much as there was last year (i started sophomore year, and i want to start more clubs this year, and i should be starting a job soon as well) but i’m gonna try and get them out on the actual day that they’re supposed to come out

a few options are down below (please, for the love of GOD, respond with some things that you guys would like to read)

Kaz Brekker and edging

Lily Evans and bondage

James Potter and breeding

Emily Prentiss and overstimulation

Aaron Hotchner and electrostimulation

JJ and pet play

Nina Zenik and mommy kink

Inej Ghafa and punishment

Matthias Helvar and spanking

Nikolai Lantsov and exhibitionism

Lucifer Morningstar and ice play

Caroline Forbes and blood

Anthony Bridgerton and innocence 

Natasha Romanoff and edging

Jamie Fraser and wedding night

[jackwolfes]

Kazper // Six of Crows // 621 words // E rated @kinktober2023 Day 18: Spanking [all kinktober fills]

It’s something out of a saints for-fucking-saken wet dream. 

“Count.”

Jesper doesn’t even manage one when leather cracks hard over the skin of his bare ass. He cries out, entire body juddering with the force of released tension. It isn’t that Kaz hit him that hard. It’s that the connection of Kaz’s glove-clad palm against the curve of his backside sends all the anticipation that’s built like carbon in a glass bottle sends Jesper to pieces. He fractures apart when the culmination of everything he’s ever wanted and waited for meets tender skin, objectively not that violently but just violently enough. 

Instantly, Kaz tuts. Jesper sinks sharp teeth into his bottom lip, holding back a frankly humiliating whine. He kind of wants Kaz to humiliate him, too. He wants a lot of things from Kaz. The only thing he can hope for is that they can fit enough in before he inevitably spills on the sheets Kaz spread out on the floor. 

“I’m sorry,” he croaks, voice wrecked like he’s been screaming all night. He rocks backwards, trying to put himself back exactly where Kaz left him. There are a thousand thoughts sparking out from Jesper’s head, shooting out flecks of light like bullets hitting steel. 

“If you were really sorry you’d do what you were told and count,” comes Kaz’s agonisingly cruel response. Jesper shudders. 

“O-one.” 

He can’t manage the words without stuttering. It’s juvenile. Jesper doesn’t care. The night ahead of him is glorious and Jesper doesn’t fucking care, and he doesn’t think Kaz cares either because all Kaz does is crack the flat of his palm against his ass again.

Jesper sobs. “Two—!”

Kaz takes his time, ever the patient bastard, and soothes Jesper’s skin with tauntingly gentle strokes. The gloves are still on, Jesper is so glad the gloves are still on, Jesper wants to cry and worship the gloves except he really just wants to worship Kaz — and aren’t they one and the same, if you get right down to the technicalities? Because Kaz hits him a third time, a fourth, a fifth, and Jesper counts each one like the obedient love-sick devotee that he is. 

They get all the way to thirty-two. Jesper is crying freely now. When Kaz hits him his count is a garbled mess — th-thir— ahn— thirt— ty— tw— oh, oh, oh—! — but he’s just a man at the end of it all, and he’s weak. He’s desperate. He is so close and so hard and he can’t, can’t, he can’t— 

Kaz hits him again. Jesper doesn’t count. He seizes up and something in his brain — fucked as it is, desperate to be fucked as it is — realises that he just can’t take it anymore. Jesper’s weight goes out from under him and he hits the floor with a thud, and Kaz clicks his tongue like he’s disappointed but that’s better for Jesper, really. He sobs, body twitching, and begs, begs, begs. 

The Bastard of the Barrel is so many horrible things, but he is and always has been a businessman first. He understands the value in positive reinforcement which means he doesn’t hesitate in reaching those gorgeous leather-clad fingers below Jesper’s body to stroke his cock and tear sin from his teeth. Jesper comes after three strokes, maybe two, and has never felt more thankful for anything in his life. 

After he’s caught his breath, Kaz pushes him over to lie flat on his back just out of the reach of the mess he made. Jesper stares at him, and Kaz stares back. Not once do either of them smile. 

“That was one orgasm,” Kaz says, and when Jesper stupidly nods he offers out a tantalising smile. 

Then he says: “Count.”

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Kinktober 2023 bingo card

Fictober has started and I have made a masterlist on how to locate all these Fics and more.

Masterlist here.

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Welcome To My Kinktober Party In The Woods. Making it easier to find the fics I put on the bingo card, so here it is.

💫The order is not how it is on the bingo card so I apologize but they all will get done.🌑

Day 1: Caught Masterbaiting, Kaz Brekker.

Day 2: Thigh Riding, Mina ashido.

Day 3: Public Toy Play, Anthony Lockwood.

Day 4: C*mshots + Picture taking, Izuku & Bakugo .

Day 5: Masks- Tengen & Wife’s

Day 6: Overstimulation- Izuku Midoriya

Day 7: Face F*cking- Jacaerys Velaryon

Day 8: Pet play: Denki Kaminari

Day 9: Hair pulling- Kaz Brekker

Day 10: Mommy kink- Mina Ashido

Day 11: Face sitting-Katsuki Bakugo