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in desperate need of another coffee but the energy it will take to get out of my bed and go and make one is starting to seem NOT worth it
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let them eat croissants
(eleventh doctor x reader)
inspired by true-ish events and The Bells of Saint John. Matt Smith on a swing set lives rent-free in my head.
author’s rec while you read: hush by lasse lindh
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11th Doctor x reader - "Wash it all away"
Summery: The reader is a self harmer and 11th helps the reader out once they get caught in the act.
note: I am in no way condoning SH. please, please reach out to loved ones or real help if you are struggling. I love you so so much, whoever is reading this. please take care.
TW: the act of self harm, blood, angst, semi- happy ending.
incase you need help^^^ here's some other options. my DM is also open.
Not sure how recent your request for writing requests is but I’ve recently found myself in love with the eleventh doctor which is new for me I’m usually a ten girl. Would something about him and the companion going to a fancy event and she has to dress up and he’s soooo flustered and she catches him checking her out MULTIPLE times work??
Oh my goodness absolutely! Thanks for the request I haven’t gotten one in ages. I hope you enjoy <3
“Ready to go yet Y/N?”
The Doctor shouted from the console room. You stood in your bedroom admiring the dress that you wore. It was red and shimmered as it clung to you. A far cry from your usual outfits that would be easy to run in.
“Yes! I’m coming, Doc!”
You walked into the console room, the heels that you wore clicking on the metal floor. The Doctor had been going on for days about how brilliant this event was going to be. Apparently it was a tradition on the planet you were going to to have a ball every year. It wasn’t very often that you got to go to events like this, The Doctor preferring to spend his time running from aliens. You were incredibly excited.
“You’re going to love this, Y/N! I’ve been several times to their other balls in my previous regenerations.”
He was saying all this as he darted around the console, doing the familiar dance of pressing buttons and pulling levers. He ranted on for a minute while you watched, a fond smile on your face. He suddenly turned towards you, and his mouth fell open.
“Oh..”
He opened and closed his mouth for a minute, reminding you a bit of a fish out of water. His green eyes raked over your curves shamelessly, a Ruby blush covering your cheeks as you watched him watch you.
“Doc… Doctor?”
You clicked your fingers a few times, and he finally looked back at you, his pupils oddly wider than usual.
“Nice dress very uh… nice.”
Wait, was that a blush…He was flustered!
Before you could open your mouth to say something- what you weren’t sure- he had grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door, back to ranting about the celebrations.
A while later, you stood by what you’d best describe as an alien bar, in the middle of a wide ballroom filled with chatting people. The Doctor stood waiting for you while you got the drinks. You could feel his eyes watching you from where he stood, and just as you turned around to face him caught him looking.
You smirked and walked towards him.
“Doctor?”
“Hm? What-”
His eyes flicked back to yours, and you raised an eyebrow. Honestly, for a thousand year old timelord you wouldn’t have expected him to get this flustered over a dress.
“You,” you said, a finger jabbing lightly at his chest. “Were checking me out!”
He opened his mouth and started spluttering some kind of nonsense, making you laugh until he finally went quiet.
“Honestly Doctor if I’d known a simple outfit would bring out this reaction I’d have worn this a lot sooner.”
You managed a flirty smile, before laughter overcame you. The look on his face was one of a child caught stealing a cookie. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t secretly happy he was reacting this way. You’d had a bit of a crush on him for a while now, and seeing him so flustered was a far cry from his usual nature.
“It’s alright, you look pretty dashing in that too, Doc.”
You gestured at the tux he’d worn, your eyes mimicking his look from earlier. Oh, he was tomato red now.
“ I’m going to get a refill.”
You smiled, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek, leaving him wide eyed and watching you walk away.
Also the fact that these aren’t anonymous is just a little embarrassing but I’m on my 11th doctor kick ad I’m SURE YOUVE NOTICED could we do anything a little… sexy? A little steamy? Little spicy maybe? Maybe at a time that they probably shouldn’t be.
Heyy! I’ll try and work on getting anonymous questions. I literally am so excited to do this request.
A bit heated but nothing too extreme.
Summary: the Doctor and you end up locked inside of a prison cell and things get heated quickly..
You groaned in frustration and slumped against the stone wall of the prison cell, as the alien president locked the door and walked away.
“They’ll be back in a while to deliver our sentences… Hopefully, before they can do that the sonic will be working better and we can escape.”
The Doctor stood next to you, absentmindedly playing with the sonic. You fidgeted, already bored.
This had all went terribly wrong. You were just meant to be visiting a planet to celebrate a holiday of some kind, when you’d said the wrong thing to the wrong alien and wound up in prison. All in all, not the fun night of partying you’d been hoping for.
“Ugh what are we even meant to do while we’re in here”
You whined, turning to face The Doctor. He didn’t respond, and was too focused on the sonic to even bother looking at you. And that’s when you had an idea. You moved so The Doctor was pinned between you and the wall, tilting his head up to look at you with your hand.
“Y/N-“
“Kiss me.”
His eyes grew wide for a second, before he dropped the sonic and spun you around so you were the one trapped. His eyes were fixed on yours, all big pupils and desire. You didn’t even have time to make a sound of surprise, before his lips were on yours. He’d wanted this more than you’d imagined.
The Doctors kiss was more gentle than you’d expected, and you moved your lips against his eagerly. He pressed you harder against the wall, one hand resting in your hair, the other on your hip pulling you close to him. You groaned as is thigh slipped between your legs, grinding a little. His tongue slipped into your open mouth swallowing your cries.
You pulled back to look into his green eyes and saw them filled with lust for you. He placed kisses on your neck before moving back to your lips. You moved your hips a little against his thigh to cause some friction, and gasped in pleasure. The hand that was on your hip squeezed lightly-
“Hey! Both of you move back with your hands raised!”
The Doctor moved back, his cheeks red and eyes wide. You both turned to see the president glaring at you. You choked out a laugh.
“Sonic working yet?”
“Yep, seems to have recharged”
“Good, I have a feeling we better run-“
Hi!! If you still want Halloween requests, maybe headcanons for getting lost in a corn maze with the eleventh doctor? I feel like he’s perfect for it 😂❤️
Imagine the excitement on his face when you arrive in the field.
He’ll hold your hand all excited and drag you in with a smile on his face.
You’ll be laughing behind him.
One second you’re there with him, in the next, you’ve lost him.
In his excitement he had let go of you and rushed off out of sight.
No matter how many times you call his name, you don’t get a reply.
You stop and listen, hoping you can find him that way, but it’s so confusing.
You can hear him somewhere near by, but you’re not quite sure where.
“Doctor?”
“Over here!”
You can hear him laughing somewhere up ahead.
You run through the maze and bump into him, he has his sonic out.
“What are you doing?”
“I was hoping this would help.”
“And?”
“It didn’t.”
He’ll tuck it back into his pocket and reach for your hand again.
“Come on, this way.”
He will have no idea where he’s going, but as long as you’re there with him, laughing, he doesn’t care.
This is fun and he’s glad he’s sharing it with you.
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Wrench. 11th doctor.
Decided to scroll through my notes and found this gem of a prompt, how could I resist?
Prompt: "Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?" "Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak?"
Enjoy- A.
A rare silence had fallen over the console room of the TARDIS.
After the last adventure, Amy and Rory decided to head to bed for awhile.
Which of course was fine, as you and the Doctor understood that humans needed much more rest than timelords.
They had gone to bed a few hours ago, but you and the Doctor remained under the console, working in the mess of wires together.
“Didn’t I tell you before that these needed to be cleaned up a bit!?” You groaned exasperated, as he fell from his sling of sorts after being shocked once again by two wires toughing that definitely should not have touched.
He sighed, sitting up and looking towards you with a face of defeat.
His hair was sticking up all around, grease coated his face, and his goggles hung halfway off his head.
You let out a loud laugh before quickly turning away, trying desperately to choke down your laughter.
“Well I’m glad my pain is amusing to you.” He grumbled, standing and wiping his hands on his trousers.
“That’s enough for me today.” He said, taking off his goggles and throwing them across the room.
“You better pick those up.” You said, giving him a look.
He waved his hand in dismissal, “Eh, maybe later. I think i'll go check the TARDIS pantry for something to eat. I’m quite hungry.”
You nodded in understanding.
He offered you a hand, which you grabbed and stood from your seat. Taking your goggles off and stuffing them into your hammock of sorts.
“I think i'll take a shower, maybe pop down to the library.”
He nodded, his bright eyes shining as he smiled down at you.
You both turned, walking up the stairs to the doorway.
“Meet back here later?” He said, turning his head towards you, brown locks of hair falling across his elegant features.
You smiled, brushing them away and softly running your hand through his hair.
“Of course. You could always come join me in the library once you're finished.”
He grabbed your hand from his hair as you spoke, bringing your knuckles to his mouth, kissing them gently.
“Of course, anything for you."
You felt your face heat up involuntarily.
No matter how long you’d been with him, he always got you blushing like a school girl.
“Then, until later my love.” You leaned up, tenderly kissing his cheek before turning and walking down one of the many hallways to your room.
He stood for a moment, lost in thought with a dopey smile plastered across his face until you left his line of vision.
Before turning and heading the opposite way towards the kitchen.
Quite a few hours later, you found your eyes beginning to hurt from the strain of reading for so long.
You had a large stack of books set on the coffee table in-front of you, all ones you had read during that time.
You read a few more chapters before sitting up and stretching, feeling your back crack multiple times in varying places.
Sitting for a moment, you admired the fireplace before you.
The Tardis was kind enough to give you your own personalized section of the library.
A large brick fireplace, with small knick knacks from various planets lining the mantle, was set with two large loveseats.
A soft circular rug sat beneath them, one you loved to run your feet across when you were sat reading for hours on end.
On one side of the fireplace, was a beautiful alcove.
Large windows overlooking an artificial garden with rays of fabricated sun shining down were framed with light grey curtains.
Many days, if you felt you didn’t need to grasp for the warmth of the fire, you found yourself under a warm blanket, leaning against a soft pillow as you watched the simulated birds fly from one tree to the next.
As you sat, staring into the fire, you realized the doctor had never come to check on you.
‘He probably got distracted, or set the kitchen on fire.’ You thought to yourself, a blissful smile crossing your face at the mere thought of the man.
You figured you’d might as well finish the book you were reading, since you only had a chapter or two left.
Now, non-fiction books were definitely not your first choice, but after losing 7 games in a row to the Doctor you’d decided to do some reading on chess tactics.
After getting through a few more chapters, one of which depicted how to tell if someone was letting you win, a thought occurred to you. Which you just had to get an answer to.
Deciding to just head straight to the console room, assuming that Amy and Rory had probably woken up and decided they were ready for an adventure.
As you approached the doorway, you heard Amy and the Doctor’s muffled bickering.
“No! Not that one!”
“Well I don't know! You didn’t specify!”
You laughed quietly to yourself, she must be trying to help him repair something.
As you stood in the doorway, you saw Rory sitting in one of the flight chairs, watching Amy try to hand the Doctor something over the railing without dropping it on his head.
“Hey guys.” You spoke, announcing your presence as you descended down the stairs.
“Oh thank the stars your here! You can help your boyfriend now. He’s driving me insane.” Amy exclaimed, apparently forgetting she was holding a large wrench above the Doctors head. You heard a small clunk before hearing the doctor shout out in pain.
Amy turned towards you, eyes wide.
“Sorry.” She said quietly, sparing a glance down at the Doctor.
You walked towards the railing, looking down below.
“You okay?” You asked, looking down at the Doctor, who was now rubbing his head where you assumed the wrench had hit.
“Bloody brilliant.” He turned to look up at you, hand still holding his head.
You smiled down at the child of a man, who held a pout in distain.
He rubbed his head a moment more before turning back to his work.
“Let me just get this fixed, and we’ll be off. You know I heard of this planet where-“ He began his description, as per usual.
You straightened up and went to sit down on the floor beside the control panel, floors were always better to sit on.
You had decided that a long time ago after the whole, ‘bee fiasco.’
Amy, who now sat beside Rory on the flight chair, turned towards you.
“So, where’ve you been? You must’ve been doing something important if the Doctor would rather my help than interrupting you.”
You looked up from watching the Doctor through the clear flooring, a small smile on your face.
“Oh just reading in the library.”
She nodded wordlessly, before turning to observe the Doctor as-well.
Silence fell for a moment, before you spoke up, suddenly remembering your question.
“Do you think letting someone win at chess counts as sapiosexual bottoming?”
Amy turned to you, eyes wide, before Rory spoke up in exhaustion.
“Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak?”
You laughed loudly before turning to see the Doctor walking up the stairs towards the console.
He headed over to you, looking down at you from where you sat, leaning against the console.
“What would make you ask that?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.
“I don't know, I was reading a chess book so I could win a game-“ you spoke, as you stood up to lean against the console next to him, “-against you but in one of the chapters it spoke about letting you know if someone was allowing you to win a game, one thing led to another and well, got curious I suppose. Anyways- where are we off to today?”
You turned to look at the Doctor, an amused smile on his face.
“You were reading a book on chess, so you could beat me?” He asked smugly.
“Excuse me, are we just gonna ignore the fact that they just asked about sapiosexual bottoming???”
neil perry—trivial misunderstandings.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ christmas drabble event.
summary: neil makes a little mistake when taking you to the xmas market.
word count: 0.6k
fanfic no. 029
you waited with bated breath outside welton academy, bouncing awkwardly from your heels to your toes, looking for some sort of movement. it was a cold winter’s morning, just before the sun would be at its peak, and the icy air was nipping your skin and seeping through the cotton of your clothes.
at long last, you saw neil trudging through the thick inches of snow, an awkward smile on his face. you breathed a sigh of relief, and started to wave eagerly. but your eagerness was met with mild disappointment as you saw three other boys trailing behind neil.
even from a distance, neil could see the change in your demeanour, and he knew straight away he’d made a mistake. his friends had convinced him that you’d only asked him as a friend to the market, and you were sure to bring your own friends along. so they persuaded him it was for the best for neil to invite them too, so he wouldn’t be so humiliated.
what a fool he’d been to listen to them.
he reached your standing point and greeted you fondly, introducing you to todd, charlie and knox. you smiled at each of them, shaking their hands one by one before turning back to neil.
“should i have brought my friends?” you asked, a little bitter.
“wha- well, um-”
“sorry about that, we hardly ever get out of here. couldn’t miss a chance for a christmas market. we’ll go on ahead!” charlie said, saving neil the embarrassment of trying to explain.
“right, yeah, gotta take any opportunity to get out of this place,” he laughed it off.
you weren’t convinced. and you had half a mind to turn around and go home and let neil spend the day with his friends, since apparently he could barely cope being separated from them anyway. but neil held out his mittened hand and everything you had been thinking fell away.
the market was nearby, barely a ten minute walk. and when you arrived, there must have been a hundred people walking around, peeking into the stalls, drinking hot chocolate and singing around the large, decorated christmas tree.
neil offered to buy you a hot chocolate, to which you accepted gratefully, and held close to your chest in the hopes that it would warm you. the two of you walked around, not seeing anything worthy enough to spend what little money you had, but enjoying each other’s company and the festivities.
neil’s hand barely let go of yours, for he liked the feeling of having something to hold that belonged to you.
sitting on a bench just a little distance away, neil turned to you. “hey, i’m sorry about bringing my friends. i was just being stupid. ever since you asked me to come to the market, i’ve been wanting to ask you out, and i shouldn’t have listened to my friends when they said you were gonna be inviting other people today,” he shook his head, but his tone was sincere.
“i wanted to go with you,” you told him.
“i know, and i’m sorry. but i was hoping i could make it up to you?” he watched you hopefully.
“yeah? how?” you grinned.
“well, there’s this play on at the theatre this weekend—oscar wilde. it’s called ‘the importance of being earnest’, its supposed to be a comedy,” he suggested with a questioning air.
“really? that sounds great! i’d love to go,” you beamed, wishing it were the weekend already.
“amazing!” he laughed, pulling you in and kissing your cheek.
before he realised what he’d done, he heard you saying ‘you missed’ and pondered what on earth you could have meant.
“didn’t you hear me?” you smiled, “i said you missed,” you repeated, kissing neil softly on the lips.
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peter müller x reader
"it will make me feel much better if you let me walk you home"
as i was dancing i felt eyes on me i turned around to see peter müller as boy who is friends with my older brother thomas i did a shy smile as i continued dancing.
I walked over to my brother thomas "that's me heading home" I said peter looked at me before I left.
As I left the building I heard someone calling my name "(y/n) (y/n) wait let me walk you home" I turned around and saw peter before responding
"I can walk myself home"
"it will make me feel much better if you let me walk you home"
Realising that he wouldn't leave it alone and that he was insisting on walking me home I let him
James Wilson Appreciation post.
I literally love him. He's so hot, cute, amazing, ugh. *chefs kiss* I love him
-TheMysticGay
The Emperor of Magic | Masterlist
Summary: More feared than the Shadow Summoner himself and more powerful than the Sun Summoner could even imagine, the Emperor of Magic is the only known human to be able to manipulate magic. Having only been a myth up until this point, Kaz Brekker sets out to take her captive in hopes of making himself rich in the process…
Warning: +18 Warning, mentions of gruesome deaths, person held captive and tortured, lots of angst, swearing, mentions of blood and injuries
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
✶ HALCYON DAYS
PAIRING: kaz brekker / f!reader
SYNOPSIS: The quiet aftermath of better days.
WORD COUNT: 1.7k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: a lil expansion on this universe before we dive into the big stuff. this a second part to this, but can be read as a standalone.
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Kaz Brekker is a tangle of loose threads, a labyrinthine puzzle yet to be solved, a tapestry still in the weaving. An unfinished scribble, the ink still wet upon the page, flinching at every smudge that threatens to mar his carefully constructed facade.
In the finely lit room, he watches the still form of his Viper, lying motionless atop the brown ottoman, curled against the plush velvet divan. His ghostly gaze follows the contours of your leather-clad silhouette, donning the tactical gear that melds into your flesh like a second skin. The rich shades of maroon and ebony, wine and coal; hues irrevocably tied to his memory, the imprints deep and indelible, etched into the recesses of his mind he struggles to suppress. The gauntlet that encircles your arm lies discarded on the floor. Kaz feels the weight of the unspoken action, its significance not lost on him.
In his presence, you feel safe. The boy whose infamous reputation stains the shadowed alleys of your hometown, his mark permeating throughout Ketterdam like poisoned veins. The boy whose scarred hands inflict pain and suffering on those foolish enough to cross him, whose name alone causes hearts to skip beats. And yet, here, with him, you feel safe. He quivers, unable to reconcile the warmth of your presence with the coldness of his past and the waves that threaten to pull him under.
As you lie asleep, your chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, Kaz watches you with a sense of awe. He feels himself unconsciously mirroring the breaths that enter your lungs, as though he too were seeking the same calmness you seem to possess. Fists clenching at his weakness, the eyes that traced you fall onto his desk. His serenity, however, is short-lived, as he picks up the unambiguous sound of shuffling and incoherent mumbling. He snaps out of his trance and lifts his head, only to see you clutching your forehead in agony as you groan. The sight of your scrunched-up face fills him with an overwhelming desire to soothe away the pain, to iron out the creases etched into your skin. But, as his hands twitch against the mahogany, his fingers go numb with the realization he may never be able to feel the warmth of your cheeks beneath his palms.
“Wh…” You whine in pain, head pounding with the intensity of a thousand drums. “Kaz?” The numbing light of daybreak flows through the open windows, searing into your closed eyelids, and you struggle to keep them shut. Kaz remains motionless, as if savoring the moment where he can watch you in silence, his presence hovering over you like your keeper. Your childish moans for someone to close the windows fill the air, and you beg the Saints for relief.
“I’m here,” he utters, voice tinged with a hint of amusement. You can almost hear the smirk in his voice, and you wonder how he manages to find humour in your pain. “At your service, your excellence,” he muses, his naked fingers clenching around his cane as he moves to draw the pasty curtains. The light fades, and you feel a sense of reprieve wash over you, as if the absence of light has entwined you in its comforting embrace.
“Mm— shut up, boss,” you mumble. “‘S your fault, all of it.” Your voice is hoarse and your tongue heavy with the taste of regret as you murmur against the cushions, blaming Kaz for the aftermath of the previous night’s debauchery. You only celebrate eighteenth springs once, he’d said, and Jesper had truly delivered. You curse Inej and her inaction. The morning after always leaves a sour taste in your mouth, a reminder of your own reckless abandon.
“Is it, now?” Kaz watches you, his stormful eyes tracing the lines of your profile as you bury your head deeper into the headrest, trying to conceal the grin playing on your lips. He sees it though, that mischievous glint in your eye, and his heart skips a beat. The Bastard of the Barrel, feared by all, feels a shiver run down his spine at the sight of your playful defiance. It terrifies him.
The morning light caresses your face as you sit up straight, illuminating it with a soft glow. Your hair, a chaotic tangle of locks, frames your features like a halo. Kaz has never been the one to put faith in the divine, but if the Saints were to exist, he imagines you would be their earthly embodiment. The curve of your nose and the slope of your cheeks are inflamed from your hungover slumber, casting otherworldly shadows that dance across your face. You appear… ethereal, a spectral being amongst the mortal plane. His eyes are transfixed by your every movement, committing it all to memory as you stretch, a yawn escaping your lips. The way you move is rather unceremonious, but to him, it’s all the more endearing, like a secret dance that only the two of you share.
“S’you mean to tell me,” you begin, voice raspy, a painful tug-of-war between your dehydrated vocal cords, “there is no pounding in that scheming head of yours? No… hammering in those cunning temples?” You ponder aloud, eyebrows scrunched in thought.
Kaz’s lips curl into a wry smile. “Jesper and his beguiling ways do little to sway me, I fear,” he replies, sea eyes dancing with amusement. As you huff, his hand glides effortlessly towards the lone glass on his desk, poured for the sole purpose of easing the pain you’re in. With grace, he approaches you, watching intently as your eyes trail from his arm towards his face, like a moth drawn to a flame. His steps almost falter as he extends an ungloved, vulnerable arm, nodding to the glass for you to take. Your million-kruge grin sends his heart doing somersaults, the pangs echoing. His breath hitches in his throat as he watches your hand carefully grip the glass, fingers closely avoiding his naked ones. In this moment, he feels truly undeserving of your thoughtfulness, your kindness, yet he revels in it all the same.
“Hm,” you hum as you gulp the water down in one swift motion. The sound echoes in the quiet of the room, like a siren call to his senses. Kaz watches with a mix of fascination and longing as droplets of water trace the curve of your jaw, akin to the glittering jewels of the Kerch seafoam he so often admires. He wishes he were the dewdrops writhing down the expanse of your throat, reveling in the warmth and softness of your skin. With a few steps, he leans against the mahogany of the busy desk behind him, hands crossed in front of him, and cane resting beside him like a faithful companion. His eyes remain cast downwards as you gather yourself, allowing himself to bask in the moment, like a rare gem he has stumbled upon and wants to savor forever.
“You brought me up here?” you inquire, as if only now you’ve gathered your bearings.
“You were in no condition to be left alone,” Kaz answers, voice smooth as silk. “And it’s not like Jesper or Inej were in any shape to carry you all the way back to the Slat.” The faintest of smirks plays on his lips. He observes your every move, taking in the way your fingers glide over your wrist, the graceful arch of your neck as you turn to scan the room, the soft rise and fall of your chest. It’s almost as if time slows down at this moment, as if the universe has conspired to give him a glimpse of something rare and beautiful. He clears his throat, snapping himself out of his reverie.
“Well, it’s not everyday you get to have your favorite Crow all to yourself,” you muse, “all is forgiven, boss.” There is a glint in your eye, oh so intoxicating.
Leaning back further onto the desk, his lips curl into a sly smirk. “Favorite Crow, you say? You think far too highly of yourself, Viper.”
“Oh, please, Kaz,” you hum, voice as smooth as the finest whiskey. “But fear not, I won’t tell Jesper.” Your gaze lingers on him, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you shoot a wink his way. His eyes drop to the floor, a telltale flush creeping up his neck. With a subtle cough, he clears his throat, regaining composure in the way only Dirtyhands can. It’s a futile effort, a battle lost. You’ve already claimed victory as you laugh, and he can only succumb to your charms. He’s only a man.
Kaz Brekker is a complex enigma, a web of frayed strands that have yet to be woven into a cohesive whole. He is a labyrinth of puzzles, a tapestry half-finished. You are a seasoned weaver, determined to unravel his secrets and piece together the tangle of his mind. You are a curious collector, spending restless nights poring over the intricacies of his being. You are a wordsmith, breathing life into the ink on the page, carefully crafting each sentence before it spills onto the parchment.
Side by side, you and Kaz Brekker are two halves of a broken mirror, searching for the missing piece to complete the picture. The tapestry is intertwined, a never-ending story that begs to be told, with every thread unraveling and weaving anew. And as you gaze upon Kaz with eyes as sharp as a hunter's arrow, you can't help but feel that perhaps, together, you will uncover the missing pieces, the missing threads that will complete the artistry. The curtains will fall, the paradox will be deciphered, and the broken mirror will be made whole once more.
You stand here, in this moment, a viper poised and ready to strike, beside the boy whose threads you’ve woven into a drapery of secrets and schemes. The one whose faded background has intrigued you beyond measure. You stand tall and unyielding, two Crows a force to be reckoned with, along with the family that chose you. Your beloved Jesper, your darling Inej, your cherished Nina. You know this moment is fleeting, it will never come again. You cherish it, committing it all to memory.
Tomorrow, there will be more battles to fight. Yet, in this moment, you feel complete.
His Crows.
3leni © 2023
SNEAKY LITTLE FOX
| Kaz Brekker and fem y/n|
Y/n, a secret Crow for all the team but Kaz, finds her boss jerking off in his dorm after she goes to visit him for job matters only.
⚠️ Warnings: obscene words, masturbation.
I apologize in advance for any misspelling/grammatical error🥲 I did proofread it a thousand times before posting it but just in case you find one I'm truly sorry, my main language isn't English. Now let's spice things up a bit bahaha
Kaz Brekker was known for many things as nicknames he has been given. The complete opposite happened with y/n, "the fox", as he once called her.
She was one of the Crows, but no other member of the group knew of her existence, only Kaz knew, part of it was due to the deal they made where she prohibited Kaz to tell anyone else about her.
Kaz was good with it, but he was doubting that feeling now. It's been over a year, and this weird sensation has only gotten bigger, more condescending, and more... impossible to hold back.
He was 23 years old now, it's been years since Inej left Ketterdam and he was good with it, he knew he wouldn't be able to give her what she deserved anyways. Currently, his mind was foggy with y/n face more than usual, his ears repeated her sarcastic, yet captivating voice. And when it came of her body... ohh.
He has found himself craving for touch as much as he despised skin-to-skin touch. He has made some progress with it through the years though. He would sit on his desk chair or his bed and would find himself stroking his cock after a long day to get rid of the huge stress.
But what he didn't know, is that y/n was nearby in every one of those moments. She didn't stand there much of course, but it was as if the saints would lead her to see him touching himself just to make her panic. She has caught him doing it several times in the last 5 months. Every time it happened, y/n would leave the second she saw his bare hand grabbing something between his legs, she would never break his privacy like that.
And, as she never stood over 3 seconds, she never got the chance of hearing her name leave his mouth. Sometimes as low growls, other times as whimpers, and right now, it was a mix of both.
His mind had a good side beside the terrible one. The bad one was his memories frequently tormenting him, and the good one, was the ability he had to imagine her body like a picture, one he has never seen yet found printed in his mind.
He could imagine how her light brown eyes would look up at his body while his thrusts got faster, going in and out of her, the throbbing sound mixed with the moans echoing in the room. He also imagined how her eyes rolled to the back of her head while she muttered his name, or even better, screamed it.
"Hmmm Kazz!" he imagined her yelling, begging for more, and squirting when she felt his tongue doing magic on her cunt.
He bit his lower lip, his hand wet with his arousal. Shaky, uneven whimpers followed.
A minute later he found himself whimpering, leaving soft moans of pleasure as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
At that moment y/n was heading to check on him, her second weekly visit to see what schemes Kaz had planned for the Crows to work in, or to see if he had settled a specific mission for her, and her only. She was some paces away from the window of his dorm when she heard him calling her name. At first, she didn't get the words right, it wasn't until she got a bit closer that she heard her name being spoken by a voice, his. She wasn't certain of what was going on in there, it sounded... soft... unusual in Kaz's icy voice.
She swallowed hard when she realized it after reaching the window. The dim light of the moon enlightened the dark room. The brighter spot was hitting Kaz's body.
He was holding his erect length, his hand going up and down, touching the pink tip of his dick as he kept breathing heavily. He was calling her, pleasing her in his mind. He was picturing himself touching her skin, her breasts. Licking her nipples as she grabbed his hair asking for more.
"Y/n... Oh ... fuck" he mumbled, a shaky rough whisper loud enough for her to hear at the window.
She froze, she didn't know what to do. She wanted to leave, run and pretend this never happened as she managed to do several times before.
But this time was different, her light feet were glued to the floor, she couldn't move, and the sight was too... pleasant. Like a tower full of Kruger she couldn't stop staring at. That was until he locked eyes with the figure standing at the entry of the window. He recognized her immediately. His eyes took in an intense feeling of embarrassment mixed with lust.
He wasn't Kaz Brekker anymore, he was Dirtyhands now. He didn't stop his hand movement. The environment grew hotter, his cheeks were flushed from the intensity of the moment. A part of him wanted her to look, the other part wanted to run and never have to look into her eyes again due to the embarrassment he felt.
Y/n looked at him in awe, with flushed cheeks as she never had before, and wide eyes as he jerked himself off in front of her. He never stopped doing it, nor did he avoid eye contact with her bewildered big eyes. Instead, his eyes got darker, deeper, and full of desire.
She felt something growing inside her. The heat was evident. Until he came. It wasn't just a growl, he leaned his head backward, his mouth opened and his eyes shut closed. The vein of his neck was marked showing how intense the pleasure was.
"Oh fuuuck" he whimpered, the white cum splashing over his stomach and covering his bare hand. She, on the other hand, was crossing her legs and biting her lower lip as hard as she could to not let out the loud moan she was holding back. All thanks to the(as much as she would like to deny) oddly appealing sight.
He opened his eyes again, now a small amusing grin plastered on his face. He was enjoying her look. Her still shocked face as she swallowed hard, her mind thinking on what to say.
His was still panting, sweaty loose strings of hair fell over his eyes, he took a deep breath as he grabbed a napkin and cleaned his hand covered in cum, and spoke, eyes locked in hers
"My sneaky little fox, d'you liked the view?" Again, a crooked smile.
She didn't say anything, but deep inside, she knew she'd liked it. Indeed:
It was quite appealing, Brekker.
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three taps (kaz brekker x reader)
summary: kaz taps three times. it’s his way to say i love you, i care.
or
the three times it took jesper to realize that three taps were something more than a meaningless habit.
warnings: violence, blood, implied se*ual as*ault (not detailed at all and very brief)
a/n: did i write this in less than a day? yes. did the inspiration come to me at six am? also yes. what about your other 50 wip, anna? did you write anything for them? nope.
hope you enjoyed reading this one as much as i enjoyed writing it <3
i. tap, tap, tap
Jesper had seen him do it more times than he could count. It was Kaz’s thing. Three taps, index finger hitting a wooden table, thumb brushing against a map or cane harshly meeting the floor. Most times they were fast taps, like a subconscious action, coming and going before anyone could give it any mind. Other times, however, they were slower, more emphasized, as if trying to make a point. Jesper was used to the taps, as he imagined (Y/N) and Inej also were. The sound came prior to every heist, prior to pronouncing the words of luck (no mourners, no funerals).
It was Kaz’s habit, something he probably did without even realizing, and Jesper couldn’t help but find it oddly comforting, a routine that somehow eased his nerves. (The world could be going to war, Ketterdam could be crashing down in flames, and Kaz would still tap three times. There was a sense of safety in that.)
It wasn’t until Jesper had a closer look that he realized the action was perhaps not as meaningless as he believed.
ii. cane meets ground three times: come back to me, i’m here
(Y/N) had known Kaz the longest out of all of them. Jesper hadn’t known the Slat without her, he hadn’t known Kaz without her. She’d always been there, a person in which the Dregs often found solace and always obtained an ear to listen without judgment. (Y/N) was a walking contradiction, soft around the edges yet powerful enough to bring the toughest people to their knees. She was everything Kaz wasn’t, maybe that was the reason they complimented each other as well as they did.
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