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My brain just went "Sylvester is probably scary as hell when he gets really mad." And so now I have this strong need to see him angry.
So I'm humbly requesting Sylvester tearing into someone with his words and maybe his fists. Honestly, it could even be Stone, because God knows Stone deserves to be yelled at. (But honestly, whoever he yells at is put to you.)
hm;; inch resting;;; to be fair, he deserves to be scary. as compensation for being the shortest one. also slight ranch au rewrite up ahead because methinks i can do better now >:3
wc: 1.5k
"Why are you here?!"
The house went quiet as soon as the icy words left the shortest of the bunch, who had went to open the door when the bell rang.
Butcher slowly turned around at the table to face his friend, his face twisting into one of discomfort, as he watched the tail of the man thrash back and forth wildly, hardly a hint of the usually composed energy Sylvester exuded on the norm.
He almost looked ready to tear the other person in the room apart: ears pinned close to the skull, blending into his long-since grayed hair, his pose resembling that of feral animal, with how he was hunched ever so slightly, his shoulders tense, eyes focused only on the target of his fury.
Even from his spot across the room, Butcher could hear the breathing, no, panting, and the way it resembled that of the growls of a feral animal instead.
"Well?" Sylvester demanded an answer, staring up, baring his teeth in the process. Teeth, that were sharp enough to draw blood. And a lot of it. Unsatisfied with the continued silence, he raised his voice further: "Speak when spoken to, god damn it!"
Butcher ignored how tense the kids in the room got, and how his own husband quickly herded them away from the kitchen-living room space, cutting the dinner talk short.
Thinking quickly, the gangster excused himself to quote-unquote "go out for a quick smoke," silently thankful that the household had grown used to his frequent cigarette breaks. In reality, they all knew it was so he remain close by and could intervene if the situation demanded it.
Pushing past the man, he finally saw the poor soul on the other side of the door, who was unfortunate enough to light such a fire in him.
Butcher is not proud of the way his own fist balled, as if ready to throw the first punch.
The woman at the door paled slightly, her confident facade crumbling near-instantly.
To everyone's surprise, Sylvester's arm stretched out to block Butcher. He looked up at him over his shoulder, as he spoke: "If you need to, go trough the back door. I'm busy."
Sylvester's tone of voice left no room for arguments. Accepting his fate, the taller man stepped back inside, closing and locking the door after him, to the dismay of the other men, who were watching the situation.
"Hey, hold on, what are you doing? What if-"
"He's got it handled. That's just a pest. A fucking annoying, shameless goddamn pest," he interrupted, and leaned against the door with a soft thud, effectively blocking both Vikram and Ashok's attempts to unlock the door.
"He's got it handled," Butcher continued, "Keep the kids away from the windows. Sure as hell won't be pretty."
"Hey, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Vikram asked, his paranoia spiking, not wanting to leave his husband out and alone with someone he could only assume to be a threat.
"Mean's he's got a shit ton of pent up emotions to get out. Let him, I wanna hear it," Butcher grins, purposefully being vague.
Truth be told, the person on the other side of the door was someone both Butcher and Sylvester knew unfortunately well. That much is evident by how loud the man got, his voice getting trough, despite the door.
To them, it was muffled, but the woman, LÄ«va, heard everything loud and clear.
"Are you going to fucking speak or not?! I don't have all day!"
"Why is he here?"
"None of your goddamn business. And I asked you that question first, sweetheart, so spill it!" the petname was coated in so much venom and hatred that it could almost kill. Almost.
"Well, honey," she finally bit back, but the confidence she tried to put on was barely reaching her eyes, and the slight waver in her voice was instantly caught by him, "I am... just here for a little visit, is all. Am I not allowed to visit my darling dear daughter?" she smiled, but it quickly became a grimace at the scoff that escaped the man.
"Daughter? Daughter?! Are you fucking hearing yourself, woman?!"
Behind the door, Butcher's smirk widened, while the other two men shared concerned glances at each other. The window was ever so slightly cracked open, so they heard everything loud and clear.
"You barely have a fucking right to call yourself that! Not after you disfigured her, not after you left her, not after you left us!"
Vikram's eyes widened ever-so-slightly, and he turned to Butcher: "Who is he talking to?"
"A certain, lousy ex wife of his."
There was no time for more questions, as LÄ«va spoke again, faking being indignant.
"What, me? Leave? No, honey, never-"
"Shut up.. Just shut the fuck up! You left me, went off and screwed some bloody Frenchman, and lord knows it's a bloody damn miracle he saw you for anything more than the gold digger you so clearly are! You not only broke my heart, but his one too! And then you have the audacity to pretend Mary's mine! The amount of lies you can spin would be impressive, if it wasn't for the fact it pisses me the fuck off!"
Each word got faster and faster, his temper rising rapidly, ready to blow over at any given second.
The woman paled, unaware how much the man before her knew, before trying to mend the situation, eyes looking around wildly as she stammered.
"U-Uhm, you see- w-well! Remember how you promised you'd b-be there for me? No matter what-"
"That was only true before you dumped divorce papers on me and before you ran off to lead poor Martin on." Sylvester dismissed her near-instantly. "Just... tell me why you're here. So this can be done with, why don't you?"
"Ah, yes, yes, right away, honeydew. I need money. You're still in debt to me, remember, cutie? Nothing personal, but I'm here to collect-"
It was now when the door swung open, with Butcher having decided Sylvester's let out enough steam.
The woman gulped when she saw him once more, aware that her so-called "master plan" is about to be lit ablaze.
"Collecting money, eh?" he asked, gently guiding Sylvester back inside, where Vikram gladly took him away, comforting the man who's voice has now turned hoarse, and the adrenaline leaving his veins making him a bit more sluggish than usual.
"Y'know... It's one thing to lie, and it's another thing entirely to make up a situation... Shame that you're piss poor at lying though," he commented, clearly using his intimidation factor to freeze her in place, as he finally lit that cigarette.
LÄ«va was frozen. It was a pity Butcher could not hear her heart hammering in her chest.
"You may think you're tough shit for playing mind games with someone like him. Someone who clearly loved you and didn't want to hurt you back," he hummed, taking a long drag, as he started slowly circling around her, "But you're really just a pathetic excuse for human scum. I don't even think it'd be fun to kill you. Would feel more like pest control, than a satisfying kill."
"Though," He spoke after exhaling the smoke right into her face, making her cough and rub her eyes instinctively, "I guess I could make it more... exciting~"
The way he spoke was absolutely perverted, and LÄ«va was absolutely sure he was getting off on her unease, her blatant fear of her better (or worse, in this case) version. She never imagined he'd be here too. Never in a million years.
Before she could mourn the world in which she never came to this home, to her ex's house, Butcher started counting down. Ever the sadistic freak.
"Five... Four..."
She made out the slight glimpse of his brass knuckles fit snug on his fingers, as he leisurely reached for his holstered gun.
'Jesus fucking Christ, since when did he have that?!' she thought.
"Three..."
Locking in her fate, she spun on her heel, and ran to her car.
The last glimpse she saw of him was him aiming it directly at her, as if she were now his target practice.
Satisfied at her quick departure, he holstered the pistol and kept smoking in peace. Or, what would have been peace, if his lover had not interrupted him.
There was a hint of disapproval, if not disappointment in Ashok's voice, as he leaned against the doorframe, not caring about the cigarette smoke that was being let in. "Did you have to resort to that?"
"And miss out on messing with that chick? Not a chance, dollface!"
"... I'm giving that gun to Sylvester when you come inside," he threatened lightly.
"Hah, fine by me."
"But you two are so going to tell me who that lady is! Sounded... Bad."
"That's putting it lightly, doll," Butcher chuckled, snuffing the cigarette out on the ashtray, stepping back inside to the warm home, where the smell of the dinner still persisted.
#in a perfect world the dialogue would all be either in russian or latvian. but alas then noone would understand shit#also retconning the already loose canon#cuz methinks itd work better if your boys went Without meeting her beforehand#so to them shes a total stranger#chess writes#oc butcher tag#oc sylvester tag#this was written in the span of like 3 different sessions so apologies if its all over the place lol#does this even make sense;;; idfk#but im back on my lÄ«va slander grind đȘđȘđȘ#getting those GAINSSSS
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I love that kaz's revenge kind of... fails. I really love that he doesn't quite get a satisfying revenge on rollins, and I've always thought that was... well, the point. I said more about the specific scene with pekka here but like. it IS a turning point for kaz, it's just not the one he wanted. kaz gets about three narrative warnings/pieces of foreshadowing that it's not going to go how he wants it to go, but he really doesn't heed them until it's too late.
the first is the broken leg from the heist on the bank that helped pekka scam them; while its main narrative purpose is that it's the source of kaz's disability ofc (which feeds into his personal arc and his dynamic with wylan), and it exists outside of the pekka stuff, it arguably has a secondary purpose as the first in a series of 'don't pursue this, it's going to hurt' warnings, which he ignores.
the second warning comes when kaz lets pekka out at hellgate for personal score settling reasons, wastes time and fucks up the plan, and then starts a big domino effect where rollins turns the dregs on him, teams up with van eck, and hires dunyasha to attack inej.
(there are lots of other mini-nods to kaz absolutely refusing to let go of what happened and it informing everything he does; making nina give muzzen fake firepox, the fake pandemic, his interest in fifth harbour being implied to be because that's where he crawled out of the harbour, his dynamics with jesper and wylan, the body boats taking everyone out of the city, etc, but these are the big slip-ups)
the third strike feeds from that; the sweet reef sugar silo job is an almost perfect copy of the second stage of rollins' scam on jordie and kaz; sugar stock prices being driven up due to scarcity. it going so horribly wrong (because pekka anticipated it, of course he did, he made it up) and almost getting inej killed by dunyasha is a final warning to kaz to, effectively, let go or be dragged. if he carries on living in the past like this, he's going to lose his new family, not just his old one.
I think pekka's inability to remember jordie's name was more crushing than kaz admitted to himself, at least on the page; "it was a start" feels almost defeated after all that, and it lacks closure. kaz only gets one more point of view chapter (iirc?) one which feels quite reticent (it's the council of tides one and it's quite short) and he's quite quiet for the rest of the book, at least until the last inej chapter. he gets probably the cruellest wake-up call he could have been given. he doesn't get what he wants, and he'll never get it, because rollins still can't remember jordie's name by the end of the novel. it's time to move on. to his credit, he does it; he does what he always does, which is rise to a challenge. half of kaz's appeal lies in his ability to do that, no matter how hard the task, but it's a hard bandage to rip off.
unfortunately he does not really let go until he's being dragged, when his idea of what his confrontation with pekka should be like, crumbles in the face of pekka just not being able to remember jordie's name, no matter what kaz does. kaz is dragged to the precipice and told, lookâ here's inej, here's rollins. choose. and that's when he finally has to let go and start doing things for the future and inej, not the past and rollins and jordie. (remember that bit when he's drowning in SOC and he tries to think of revenge, and he can only think of inej instead? he always knew what he was going to pick, really).
he gets rollins out of ketterdam, but it's definitely hollow, in my estimation; the one thing kaz wanted him to remember, and he couldn't, because it wasn't important to him like it was to kaz. there's one final nod to kaz making everything about what happened to him and jordie (sneaking the grisha, colm, and matthias' body out of the city via the bodyboats and 'the bodymen don't bother to rearrange them') but I think inej saying "he doesn't say goodbye. he just lets go" comes at the perfect point; up until then it wasn't true, but now, kaz has finally been forced to (somewhat) let go, having never ever done that before.
but kaz buying inej her ship and a berth at fifth harbour (where he crawled out of the harbour and vowed to start the entire revenge plot) is a nice indication that he is trying to close that part off and move forwards with her, rather than staying in the past. and I really like that it's inej who actually makes the threat against pekka's life, to make sure he stays out of ketterdam; it's hard to know if kaz told her anything that prompted that visit (if he did, I doubt it was much, and I actually suspect he didn't know she'd gone there at all) but no matter what the circumstances, it indicates that he doesn't have to go on alone anymore, and he can finally turn away from that obsession. shared burdens n that. it's not a sad ending, it's honestly a good one for both of them, but it was a pretty rough journey to get there, and he had to fail first.
#he is like a stick of rock or a boiled sweet to me. I gnaw on him until he breaks at a weird angle and stabs me in the roof of the mouth#I do feel really bad for him. like how do you even find a new purpose after all that#and no babes your purpose cannot be 'inej' that's your obsessive tendencies talking. get a hobby#six of crows#kaz brekker#crooked kingdom#soc duology#soc meta#my post#does this make sense idfk. anyway
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every single week we canonically get one step closer to buddie endgame. truly what a time to be alive đ
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SPEECH PATTERNS â minjoon
complexity of vocabulary : âŒâŒâŒâ»â» emotion : âŒâ»â»â»â» sentence structure : âŒâŒâŒâŒâ» profanity frequency : âŒâ»â»â»â» creativity : âŒâŒâ»â»â» watchfulness : âŒâŒâŒâŒâ»
( bold all that apply ) ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. fuckshit. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. chicken shit. son of a bitch. son of a whore. twat. wanker. ( given proper religious context ) christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.
( this or that )
contractions or enunciation? straightforward or cryptic? jargon or toned? complexity or simplicity? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? formalities or abrasiveness? insult or injury? praise or equivocation? frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity? friendly or blunt nicknames?
( important questions )
do people have a hard time understanding or hearing your character ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never does your characterâs point come across easily when they speak ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never would your character initiate conversations ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never would your character be the one to end conversations ? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never would your character use âwhomâ in a sentence ? yes / no / only ironically your character wants to make a counterpoint. what word do they use ? but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps how would your character pick up the phone ? hello / hey / hi / yellow / yo / yeah / [name]. / whatâs up / who is this / what do you want / can i help you? how does your character end conversations ? walk away / ask if thatâs everything / say that thatâs everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company theyâre done here / remain quiet / they donât how does your character address others ? titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames what social class would others assume your character belongs to, hearing them speak ? upper / middle / lower in what ways does the way your character speak stand out to others ? accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesnât
#â„ đđđđđđđ ădash game#couple things i wanna elaborate on:#re: formalities v abrasiveness... joon engages in formalities largely bc he feels compelled to do so but considers them pointless#he prefers to get straight to the point over waffling about with pleasantries and small talk#'abrasive' isn't how i'd describe him but it is the way he comes across to a lot of people even when he is being polite#bc he is polite!! he just. hates unwritten social rules lmao#that said a lot of them HAVE been drilled into him over the years so he'll engage in them so long as he feels he needs to/has the#mental energy to do so#and re: insult v injury... i kind of took that as outright insulting someone vs pointed comments/truths/observations#if that makes sense to anyone but me ajksds#given this is all about speech i have to assume that literal injury wasn't the intent but idfk man#but yeah. i feel that pointed comments/observations can be more injurious than blatant insults so that was my thought process#(joon doesn't like insulting but he DOES tend to be brutally honest at times)
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Mr. Grizz himself mustâve been personally sabotaging me during big big run bc tell me why out of all the times I got the tri-boss I got the grizzco splatana every single time except ONCE. The grizzco splatana is like the ONE grizzco weapon I completely suck at and every time the battle would begin Iâd glance at the weapon selection and Iâd start praying âplease please pleas tell me Iâm not the one with that stupid fucking splatana please surely I canât keep getting it over and over please pleaseâ and then Iâd look down at my stupid little octoling holding the splatana and Iâd be like yeah okay. Okay splatana. Okay.
#LMAOO PLEAAASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO SUCKS AT USING THE GRIZZCO SPLATANA đ#itâs funny bc I actually LOVE regular splatanaâs#like I use them all the time I love âem#but w the grizzco one I always ALWAYS without fail misjudge how long you have to hold down to get a clean shot#(does that even make sense idfk)#tldr I suck at using grizzco splatana and every time itâs given to me I contemplate why Iâm playing salmon run in the first place#IM JOKINGGG#maybe I just suck at salmon run maybe thatâs the real moral of the story here đ#ANYWAYS it was still super funnnn this has been my fav big run yet!#apologies to my fellow salmon runners for being rusty..itâs been a while since Iâve played salmon run in particular#usually I just play ranked lol#splatoon 3#splatoon#if you played w a player called ryojiâïž â hi!!! Iâm sorry.#IM KIDDINGGG Iâm not THAT bad at salmon run I promise#âŠđđđ#salmon run
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yes, yes barty is babygirl
and regulus black is shawty bae
@canyouhearmyfear
#argue with the wall#does this even make sense#idfk#i'm half asleeo rn#<3#asleep#i meant to say asleep#i don't feel like correcting it#regulus black#barty crouch jr#babygirl#he's so bbg
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its cute kondo and hijikata both have fireball attacks but i wanna know why the fuck tokugawa has a whole fucking flamethrower
#ishin spoilers#spoilers#i cant remember if nagakura has electricity only or fireballs also#but anyway its cute cause its like 'aw theyre so in sync they even have the same ki attack'#but also Why Do They Have Ki Attack WHY DOES TOKUGAWA HAVE THE KAMEHAMEHA#or like. idfk there's no red lasers in dragonball you ever realize that#like the galick gun's purple but i refuse to attribute anyting ve6eta related to daigo#but back on topic like everyone else having elemental attacks can make sense since tennen rishin is like. A Sacred Art or whatever so fine#so why the shogun got it bro đ#the tokugawa fight was actually so funny i love it genuinely#i wanna play it again but 1.) im not there yet in my replay/speedrun#2.) i told my bro he could steal my account for the week so he could play#3.) i should prepare for my exam tomorrow morning đ its just economics tho so
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maaaan Iâve really got my brain stuck on the lack of period/menstruation explicitly mentioned in st. bc thatâs weird right??? like⊠I understand that a lot of any sort of vaginal imagery would be bc of the tie to birth, and menstruation is almost explicitly a lack of pregnancy so itâs like opposite but. it goes hand in hand you know? so whyâŠ
#and WHY is it bugging me so much lmao#especially given the amount of yonic/vaginal imagery#and I understand that itâs every much a reference to birth and motherhood so I donât think#that me suddenly being fixated on wanting to figure out if any of it could be related to periods would hold much water#but just like. idk. periods as a signal to growing up. a loss of innocence. perhaps even a loss of purity#throw in some mothergate and making edward the âmotherâ and putting a uterus in him#the kids in the lab being bred to create more powerful children#could el have been born sterile?#no period = no pregnancy = no more magic kids for brenner#or like. idk Iâm really just stuck on the shot of her hands covered in blood and how it immediately makes me think of carrie#bc Iâm like 99% certain thereâs a shot of her with blood on her hands#and like. idk I feel like the el one might be more of a reference to general bloodshed#but like. that much blood? on HER hands? she does have blood on her hands in the sense of the saying. she has killed people#but like. is it just in the way of like. she THOUGHT she had blood on her hands? bc she THOUGHT sheâd killed everyone?#but like. why have that shot when she says that out loud later#so like. idk. that shot is bugging me today#I love it I really love it. I love blood soaked hands but just. what does it mean#I went of track for a sec but like maybe itâs like. did she KNOW it was a breeding program when she was young? so she was dreading when#sheâd get her first period. signifying that she was of breeding age?#maaaaan idfk lol#i say things#eleven#stranger things
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Torn between wanting to wholly and completely belong to someone in mind and body and soul like some fucked up religious devotee or never making contact with another human being ever again because I did everything alone including keeping myself sane, and do I really deserve to be shattered apart again after giving everything to someone?
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Lol Gabi slowly becoming the CEO of the color pink and the đ emoji
so real............ but the gag is............ my favorite color is purple đź
#i feel like a pink creature but its just not where my loyalties lie idk#purple is special.............#not everything can be purple yk#but i feel like everything can be pink#does that even make sense idfk it does to ME#*#ask
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i do truly need to go to sleep, maybe that will fix everything <3
#i feel like im mirroring the wrong people does that even make sense.... like im acting but i dont think i am?#maybe its bc i read thru someones retrospring and their speaking /typing pattern has ingrained in my brain idfk#nova.txt
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#tag talk#watched âit followsâ and I shouldn't have. didn't know it was horror going in but after a few minutes I did and I should have stopped#I'm apparently still not 100% past self-terrifying as a form of self harm. I knew I shouldn't have and I kept watching anyway#you know. most people don't know what terror is. they know fear. they know worry. they know anxiety.#terror is something different. I wish I could describe it but you really only know it when you have felt it.#that freezing up of your body. I guess some people get terror in different ways though. I freeze. others fight or flight. I just freeze.#that sense of helpless anticipation as you experience the certainty that the object of your terror is approaching. inevitably.#why fight it? you fucking can't. no matter what you do it'll always get you. it's stronger. more powerful.#hmmm. csa moment oops. I am tempted to make a joke here but I don't want to deflect from my issues.#I have trauma and I wish I didn't. I have hurt that I don't even consciously remember but my body does.#I do not have emotional trauma in the way that people have survivors guilt and feeling like it was their fault. any of those surface emotion#not calling it shallow. but like. it's like when you don't look at the needle and you don't even notice the skin prick but you feel it#you feel it hit your vein and you feel that deep body response that Something Is Not Right.#like when I got my wisdom teeth pulled and I elected to not go under for it so I was numbed but conscious for it.#part way through my body started uncontrollably shaking (well. sort of controlled. I'm good at that).#I didn't feel the pain. I wasn't afraid. but my body was feeling objective physical trauma and I had the response anyway.#I don't remember really. I don't have the surface level pain responses to the trauma.#but deep down my body knows something is wrong and I can't stop my bones from shaking even though I don't feel the pain.#hmmm. I should talk to my next therapist about this.#Lear chased off our last therapist when I was having my dissociative week after watching The Hunt.#which. tbh good riddance she was not equipped to handle us in the slightest. and we're talking to our friend/gf(?) again which is really nic#she and Lear had a few solid conversations too. which was funky cause before he snapped he didn't want anything to do with her#but we kinda had a moment where he realized he's just as fucked up as I am just differently.#anyone reading these tag talks might remember so I won't go over it again.#anyway. I'm not sleeping tonight. I think I should start taking the full pill instead of just the half. but it's just suppressing symptoms#I'm acting up because of my inner state. or maybe my inner state is tumultuous because of my outer condition? idfk#either way I'm suffering over here#not a sui risk but damn#I'm gonna finish patching the pair of pants I've been not working on for the past months
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also its amazing how ive been a fan of kagepro for 11 years now and i still dont fucking understand the antagonist. like at all.
#like what does he get from doing that.#and also in the narrative sense. what does he even represent or even tie into the whole theme of growing up/adulthood like wha..#is he the devil. that would make way more fucking sense idfk#im like so over the many narrative holes of this franchise bc like omfg jin was MYYYY current age when he wrote this shit#so yes i can forgive the shit tht makes noooo sense#but still its like omg what
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EVERYTHING
Kaz Brekker x Reader
Summary - Kaz Brekker doesn't make any senseâand trying to understand him is getting to be exhausting.
Warnings - fem!reader, reader worked at a brothel, subtle hints at past abuse, some major dog / master symbolism idfk, mentions of blood/weapons, close proximity, could deviate some from canon, based more on book!kaz than show, NOT EDITED SO IF THERE'S A TYPO IDK
Word Count - 3.8k
!MINORS DNI!
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âTouch me.âÂ
Youâve only just slipped inside Kaz Brekkerâs room at the Slat, and youâre convinced youâve misheard him. The doorâs still cracked, after allâand the mindless clamor of those playing cards down in the foyer is loud enough to play tricks on anyoneâs ears.Â
You push the door shut, habit making you click the lock into place before spinning around to face him. âPardon?âÂ
The lanterns burn low, dim light chasing shadows across the spacious attic. Kaz stands over by his desk, leaning his weight against the edge in lieu of his cane. Heâs dragging a gloved hand through his hair, looking uncharacteristically flustered.Â
âDonât act like you didnât hear me,â he snaps.Â
Your laugh comes out breathy and awkward. âWe both know Iâm a shit actor, Brekker.âÂ
Itâs why youâre never picked when the Dregâs need a decoyâsome girl to saddle up next to a sleazy merchant or another hapless mark, distracting them with batted lashes and a well-timed hand on their thigh. In Jesperâs words, youâre so socially inept that youâd probably blow the operation before it even got started.
To your dismay, Kaz doesnât repeat himself. With his gaze carefully pinned to the tops of his black boots, he demands, âWhy are you here?âÂ
Your brow quirks. âAt the Slat?âÂ
âIn my room.âÂ
The answer eludes you. Why did you come up here? Itâs not like tonight was the first time Dirtyhands has ever skipped out on playing Blackjack with the rest of the group, and yet heâd caught your attention when he slipped from the foyer and went limping up the stairs.Â
Then again, thatâs not so surprising. Kaz always catches your eye, doesnât he?Â
In the year since you joined the Dregs, youâd earned an unfortunate nickname for yourself around the Barrel: The Bastardâs Pet. Wherever Kaz Brekker goes, youâre sure to be hot on his heels, following after him like a dog, loyal and clingy.Â
You tell yourself itâs because thatâs your jobâto keep Kaz safe, to watch his six. But the devilâs got eyes in the back of his head, and you know Kaz Brekker doesnât really need protection.Â
So, it begs the question: Why are you here? In his room, at the Slat, as a member of the Dregs? Why does he keep you around?Â
Unsure of the answer, you simply avoid giving one.Â
âYou should play games with them sometimes,â you tell him, giving a subtle nod over your shoulder. Their voices are muffled now, but you can still hear everyone downstairs exchanging jeers as they shuffle another round. âIt makes you look like a recluse, always sneaking off to be by yourself.âÂ
Kaz drums one finger against the desk. Itâs an erratic beat, following no set rhythm. âI am a recluse,â he grinds out.Â
You almost snort. Clearly.Â
Itâs not like anyone joins a gang with the hopes of making friendsâand none of the Dregs are dumb enough to think theyâll find a buddy in the infamous Dirtyhands, anyway. Still, you donât think itâd kill him to try being a little more sociable.Â
The others would like having him around.Â
You like having him around.Â
âIâll ask one more time.â Dark eyes flick up, heavy as stones when they land on yours. Suddenly, the large attic feels awfully claustrophobic. âWhy are you here?âÂ
A lie comes easily enough, slipping right through your teeth.Â
âI got bored playing,â you tell him. âAnd Jesperâs cheating, anyway.âÂ
âTheyâre all cheating,â Kaz points out.Â
âBut Jesperâs bad at it,â you argue. Lifting a shoulder, you add, âIt ruins the fun.âÂ
His finger falls still against the desk, ceasing its rhythmless beat. Warm light flickers all around him, dark shadows dancing over the harsh angles of his face. You watch his jaw tick, note the subtle curl of his upper lip. Youâre overcome with the distinct feeling that youâre staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.Â
Probably because you are.Â
Youâve seen this face before. Been the one to clean the bloody mess left behind by whoever was unfortunate enough to find themselves on the receiving end of it. Now, as the one standing in the line of fire, you feel your stomach start to twist.Â
You tell yourself itâs dread. Anxiety for whatâs to come.Â
âFrom where I was standing,â Kaz grinds out, his stare unflinching, âyou looked to be having plenty ofâŠâ A sharp breath, his tongue gliding over pearly teeth. âFun.âÂ
Thereâs something hidden in the word. A meaning that goes well beyond its dictionary definition. Is it a challenge? A dare, maybe? Orâperhaps the most unlikely of the optionsâsome sort of plea?Â
âAnd what is that supposed to mean?â you ask, finally daring a step closer, slowly drifting from the closed door.Â
Kaz shakes his head. âIt means what it means.âÂ
As you draw closer, he moves around the desk and takes a seat. He stretches his bad leg out in front of him, mindlessly rubbing a hand down toward his knee. Itâs always bothering him by this point in the night.Â
âGo back downstairs.â An orderânot a suggestion.Â
Across from him now, you place both palms on his desk. The smooth wood is cool against your skin, though the rest of you feels impossibly warm. Itâs a side effect of standing too close to him, you think. The flushed cheeks and the vice around your lungs, always leaving your mind fuzzy and your pulse erratic.Â
You hate him for it, sometimes. For the effect he has on you.Â
âWhy?â you ask, riding out your little bold streak. âSo you have a reason to gripe some more about me having fun?âÂ
âIâm not griping,â Kaz shoots back, very evidently griping.Â
âGriping, carping, quibbling, or complainingâdoesnât matter how you word it, all of 'em fit you to a T right now, Brekker.âÂ
Heâs not looking at you anymore, focused instead on the swirling patterns of the wood grain or the neat stack of papers or anything else that gives him an excuse to keep his head low. A month or so after you joined the Dregs, Kaz told you that you had a talent for getting under his skin. Maybe thatâs why you donât need to be able to see his face to know just how annoyed he looks.Â
âGo downstairs.âÂ
âI will,â you vow. âAfter you explain what you meant.âÂ
Frustrated, he insists, âThereâs nothing to explain.âÂ
âWhat did you say when I came in?âÂ
âGo downstairs.âÂ
You throw your hands up. âIf you wonât tell me what you said, then at least explain why âfunâ is such a problem!âÂ
âGo. Down. Stairs.âÂ
âMake me.âÂ
Wood screeches, the chair flying back as he shoots to his feet. The stiffness in his leg makes the movement a little clumsy, and you donât miss the subtlest flash of a wince before he leans against the desk.Â
âDo you know why I brought you in?âÂ
For a moment, itâs all you can do to blink at him. Because, noâyou donât know why Kaz offered you a place with the Dregs.Â
Youâre not a sharpshooter like Jesper or a trained Grisha like Nina, not as smart as Wylan or as silent as Inej. Youâre decent when it comes to sleight-of-hand and slightly above average with a blade, but even those skills are ones youâve only learned since joining the gang.Â
Back when you first met Kaz, you were nothing and no one. An unlucky girl roped into an indenture with Pekka Rollins, forced to work out of the Sweet Shopâthe nastiest, most dangerous brothel in all of Ketterdam.Â
âBecause youâre secretly a big softie with a heart of gold?â You hope your sarcasm is enough to mask the twinge of shame brought on by your past.Â
But Kaz is too good for that. Nothing gets past himâevident by the tiny wrinkle of concern that forms between his dark brows, instantly picking up on the faint dip in your tone.Â
Fortunately for you, being observant doesnât equate to being consoling, and so he doesnât mention it.Â
âBecause you didnât make me sick,â he answers, low and even. Youâre not so sure if itâs an insult or compliment, and before you get a chance to ask, Kaz continues, âIt was late. And raining. Iâd just finished teaching a Razorgull lackey what happens when you breach parley. He was a real bleederâmade a mess of my suit. I ended up leaving him for Jesper to deal with. Thought Iâd avoid eyes by sticking to the shadows, walking in the alleys behind the brothels.â Your eyes must be betraying you, because you almost think thatâs a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. âImagine my surprise when a runaway harlot nearly knocked a helpless cripple like me off his feet.âÂ
You bite your cheek, still deciding if you want to slap him for calling you a harlot or laugh in his face. In spite of his limp and cane, Kaz Brekker is far from what youâd consider helpless.Â
âSo, what? You had me join the Dregs because I nearly bulldozed you in an alley?â That whole night was spotty for you, the panic youâd felt having rendered your memory foggy and incomplete.Â
âInej had told me about you,â Kaz says. âThat Pekka Rollins got a new girlâan escape artist, always trying her luck at running away.âÂ
You didnât know that, but maybe you should have. Inej isnât the best spider in the Barrel without reason. She knows everythingâand all she knows is reported directly to Kaz. Even so, youâre not sure youâre catching his point with all this.Â
As if he can see you trying to mentally connect the dots, Kaz says, âMaybe I had another purpose in walking behind those brothels. Maybe I wanted to see just how quick on her feet Pekka Rollinsâ escape artist was.â His head tilts slightly. âOr maybe I just didnât want anyone to see me when I wasnât looking my best. Either way, I left that alley knowing youâd be a part of my crew.âÂ
Your memory of that night may be spotty, but the one after is still crystal clear. A Suli spider had crawled through your window at the Sweet Shop, told you that Per Haskell was willing to pay a very hefty sum to buyout your indenture if you agreed to work for the Dregs. To this day, youâre still unsure of how Kaz managed to convince him you were worth itâor why he bothered.Â
âYouâre not making any sense, Brekker,â you admit, rubbing at your temple. A headache burrows there, seeming to grow worse with every minute. âIs that why you wanted me for the Dregs, then? Cause Iâm⊠fast?âÂ
It sounds stupid. It is stupid.Â
Youâre no faster than anyone elseâand you certainly hadnât been fast enough to outrun Pekka Rollinsâ goons. Everytime you made a run from the Sweet Shop, they dragged you right back, kicking and screaming the whole way.Â
âNo.â Kaz sighs. Drags a hand through his hair, tugging at the dark locks. âI wanted you-â
Kaz doesnât finish that thought.Â
A violent CRASH! steals your attention. Both of your heads snap toward the closed door, listening intently for any sign of danger.
Instead, you hear Jesperâs boisterous cackle chime. Wylan starts shouting about something indiscernibleâvase, shattered, and moron among the words you catch.
A smile sneaks up on you.Â
But, when you turn back to Kaz, itâs promptly wiped away.Â
He looks like heâs had a lemon rind forced into his mouth, scowling at the door. âWhatâs going on with you and Van Eck?âÂ
You blink. âWhat?âÂ
âYou heard me.âÂ
You didâbut hearing him is a far stretch from understanding him, and itâs seemed like Kaz has been talking in circles since you came in. Whatâs Wylan have to do with any of this?Â
âI donât get what youâre asking.âÂ
âStop making me repeat myself.âÂ
âThen stop being so confusing, Brekker!â you huff, crossing your arms. âI donât understand-â
Kaz cuts you off with a look. Cold as death, he grinds out, âAre you fucking him?âÂ
Shock. Confusion.Â
They course through you in equal measure, coupled with slight amusement. The latter must show on your face, because Kazâs scowl deepens before he looks down at his desk, pretending to fiddle with something.Â
âI have work to do,â he says stiffly. âGo downstairs.âÂ
Your feet stay firmly planted, the deskâs width all that separates the two of you. âWhy would you think that?âÂ
Of all the assholes and degenerates in the Dregs, Wylanâs probably the closest you have to a real friend. It came with the territoryâboth of you having become newbies around the same time, trying to learn the ropes and fit in.Â
Youâre not fucking him, though.Â
Kaz sinks back into his chair. His usually-squared shoulders curve slightly, as if some weight is pressing down on them. âGo downstairs.âÂ
âI thought you didnât like repeating yourself?â you ask, almost taunting.Â
âGo.â The word strains between his teeth. âNow.âÂ
For no good reason, you make a stand. Stare down the barrel of the gun, unafraid and unrelenting. How strange, you think. The tightness in your chest has never once been apprehension.Â
It was excitement. Anticipation.Â
Youâve always liked getting under his skin. Finding out what makes him tick, figuring out which words earn the sharpest glares. You want him to pull the trigger, if only because it means you have his attentionâand like a dog waiting at its masterâs feet, you could care less if it comes with an open hand or a closed fist.Â
So long as it comes. So long as he notices you.Â
âWhat did you say when I came in?â You uncross your arms, make yourself stand up tall. âTell me.âÂ
Dark eyes shoot up. Kaz almost looks shocked, the dull echo of emotion creasing the lines of his face, parting his lips. You wait, but no sound comes out.Â
Dirtyhands is used to giving orders. Not taking them.Â
âYouâve heard what they say about me.â You wave a dismissive hand toward the shoddy window overlooking the Barrel. âBrekkerâs Pet. Always with you, always following you around! Ask any sod in Ketterdam and theyâll say the sameâthe only way Iâd have time to fuck someone is if you were in the room!â And even then, it wouldnât be Wylan.Â
A steel rod takes the place of Kazâs spine, turning your words over in his head. âFine. Maybe you havenât,â he relents. âBut you want to.âÂ
Itâs a gamble. An unusually shitty one, at that.Â
You blow out an exasperated breath. This whole thing is getting old. âSaints, Kaz. Whatâs your deal?âÂ
He opens his mouth. Shuts it. Then opens it again.Â
âI saw you downstairs,â he says. âTouching Van Eck.âÂ
Your brows lift, fists clenching. You donât know what you expected from him, but it certainly hadnât been a bold-faced lie!Â
But then you start thinking of the moments before you saw Kaz head upstairs, laughing and playing Blackjack before you folded your hand to follow after him. Youâd been sitting cross-legged on the threadbare rug, wedged between Wylan and Raske, when you noticedâShit.Â
Kaz is right, and that makes you want to scream. Why is Kaz always right?Â
It was after you noticed Jesper was cheating, that heâd poorly marked the deck with daub; a sticky, ash-colored substance. Youâd leaned in close to point it out to Wylanâyour hand against his forearm, your lips dangerously close to the Merchlingâs ear. After he noticed the marks, you both exchanged quiet giggles over just how bad Jesper was at swindling.Â
Still, there had been nothing sexual about it. Nothing between you and Wylan.Â
But, even if there was, why would Kaz care?Â
I saw youâtouching Van Eck. His words race through your mind, pulsing in time with the dull ache in your temple. Touch me, touch me, touch me.Â
All of a sudden, the fog begins to clear. Something in your memory clicks.Â
That night behind the brothelsâwhen you were running from the Sweet Shop, when Kaz had been drenched in the blood of some Razorgull. Barefoot and frantic, you really had almost knocked him off his feet. Gloved hands had held your arms tight, keeping you still. His hair had been messy and your mind a blurâand when youâd seen the crimson smeared across his cheek, you hadnât thought twice before wiping it away.Â
Youâd done what so few have. You had touched Kaz Brekker, skin-on-skin.Â
Because you didnât make me sick.Â
When you donât speak, Kaz shifts in his chair. Straightens an already-neat stacks of papers. âYou wonât try and deny it?â he asks.Â
Maybe you imagine the quaver in his voice. Or maybe you donât.Â
Either way, you start around his desk. Your every step is slowâcautious.Â
You stop beside him, and Kaz shifts again. Youâre standing closer than youâd usually dare to get, so close that you can hear it when he swallows.Â
âYou should go downstairs,â he tells you, lower than before.Â
Your head tilts, hair shifting over one shoulder. âIs that what you want?âÂ
His answer hides in silence so thick itâs a tangible presence. It curls around you, makes gooseflesh prickle along your skin. Your mouth feels dry, your stomach like itâs tied in knots.Â
Suddenly, you donât need him to repeat what heâd said.Â
As always, Kaz was rightâyou'd heard him the first time.Â
âAsk me again.â The words drip from your tongue, an order and a plea. âAsk me and Iâll do it.âÂ
Kaz gives you a look, one youâve never seen before. Dark eyes rove over you, brimming with worry and stress andâand Saints, a sense of desire so strong it makes your toes curl in your boots, a feeling like lightning coursing up your spine.Â
In a voice like stone on stone, raspy and urgent, Kaz breathes out, âTouch me.âÂ
So you do.Â
You cup his face, graze your thumb over his cheekbone. Kaz stiffens, swallowing once moreâbut he doesnât flinch. Doesnât try to pull away.Â
âYou know, to be such a bastard,â you start, a note of teasing in your voice, âyouâre awfully pretty, Brekker.âÂ
Heat blooms against your palm, a deep blush crawling over his pale cheeks.Â
âShut up,â Kaz grumbles.Â
You grin. âWant me to go downstairs?âÂ
A gasp rips from your throat as a gloved hand clamps around your wrist, Kaz pulling you down toward him. Anxiety still tightens his features, but beneath it he looks all too pleased with himself when you stumble clumsily into his lap.Â
For the sake of comfort, you adjust your legsâcareful for his bad oneâand settle your arms over his shoulders. Then, when it fully settles that youâre straddling Kaz-fucking-Brekker, it gets a lot harder to breathe.Â
âShould I take that as a no?â It sounds like a pant, your lungs constricting.Â
He lifts the hem of your shirt, the feel of leather cool against your skin as Kaz jabs a finger into your side. âDo I always have to repeat myself around you?â he asks. Dark eyes dip past your jaw, his tongue gliding over his lips. You donât think he actually cares to hear your answer, which is goodâbecause youâre pretty sure you just forgot how to speak.Â
Kaz drags his finger up the curve of your waist, his touch tentative and featherlight. It feels a lot like being studiedâthe way his dark brows knit together, staring at you as if youâre a magic trick heâs yet to master, a puzzle he hasnât quite figured out.Â
âItâs not because youâre fast,â he says, somewhat distracted. It takes a minute for you to realize that heâs referring to your earlier questionâIs that why you wanted me for the Dregs, then?Â
âGood,â you manage. âBecause Iâm not.âÂ
The slightest twitch of a smile. âNo.â He takes his time tracing over every divet in your ribs, slowly trailing up, up, up. âYouâre not.âÂ
âBut I didnât make you sick.â Youâre not prepared for the wave of sickness that comes with the reminder, stomach roiling.Â
The Bastardâs Pet. Is that truly all you are? All youâre worth to the Dregs? Useless at saddling up next to sleazy merchants, but good enough to curl up at Kaz Brekkerâs feet.Â
As if he can read your mind, Kazâs hand goes still against your side. âWipe that sour look off your face, would you? If I only wanted you to touch me, I wouldâve just come to the Sweet Shop instead of getting my ass chewed by Haskell.â
You wiggle just enough to knock one knee into his hip, glaring at him. Both of you pretend not to notice the catch in his breathâor the growing hardness straining against his trousers, pressed against your core.Â
Gruff, Kaz continues, âYou were in an alley and saw a man dripping with blood, and your first thought was to reach out and clean his cheek.â His head shakes, a strand of coal-black hair swaying near his temple. âIt was ignorant,â he tells you. âAnd⊠decent. Innocent.âÂ
You almost laugh. Innocent. Thatâs hardly a word youâd use to describe yourself. Especially right now, your every muscle straining in an attempt to keep your hips perfectly still, hands folded at the base of his neck.Â
âI didnât know innocence like that could survive in the Barrel.â His hand starts again, tracing little shapes against your side. âEven if you never touched me again, I wasnât gonna let Pekka Rollinâs crush someone like you between his grimy little fingers.âÂ
âSo thatâs the answer?â you ask, nibbling on your lip. âIâm in the Dregs cause Iâm innocent?â What a reason to have someone join a gang. Hey, you seem pure! Wanna get corrupted?Â
âYouâre in the Dregs because you know how to persevere,â Kaz answers, holding your gaze. âHow to get up and try again, no matter how many times youâre knocked down.â The sensation of smooth leather drifts higher. âBecause youâre a survivor.â Your eyelids flutter, sucking in a breath as he palms the plump curve of your breast. âBecause youâre loyal,â he starts, and itâs almost reverent the way he almost whispers, âmy perfect little pet.âÂ
The world grinds to a halt.Â
Outside of this roomâthis momentânothing exists.Â
Too quiet, you ask, âWhat do you want from me, Kaz?âÂ
You want him to feel in control, to be the one that decides how this is gonna go. But your self-restraint is a fraying cord, mere seconds from snapping in half.Â
If it were up to you, how far would you go? How much of Kaz Brekker would you explore? As far as I could, you think, desperate. As much as heâd let me.Â
Thatâs the trouble with dogs. Theyâre loyal and clingy, forgiving and insistent. They want for everything and take whatever theyâre given. Theyâll spend hours begging at your feet. Lick scraps from the floor until their tongues begin to bleed.Â
When it comes to Kaz Brekker, youâll take whatever he has to give.Â
And youâll never stop begging for more, more, more.Â
âEverything.â His breath is warm against your lips, the leather cool on your breast. âI want everything.â
a/n - just in case anyone couldn't tell, i obviously just finished reading six of crows (yeah ik i'm very late to the party). i randomly started writing this while i was stuck in traffic and it just sort of spiraled over the past 24 hours and now here we are! this was born! idk if i'll get anymore kaz ideas, but it was fun writing something more dialogue heavy (dialogue has my heart<3)
#kaz brekker imagine#six of crows imagine#shadow and bone imagine#s&b netflix#kaz brekker#kaz brekker x fem!reader#kaz brekker x you#six of crows#shadow and bone fic#grishaverse imagine#grishaverse#kaz brekker x reader#shadow and bone fanfic#shadow and bone x reader#six of crows x reader#shadow and bone
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TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (they do wear a dress and lingerie tho), reader and shouto are married, reader was in 1-A, pro hero shouto, everyone is 27+, alcohol consumption (shoutoâs drunk), mentions of smoking a blunt (readerâs high), sex in a classroom, idfk GENRE: smut bruh SUMMARY: when you suggest doing it in public briefly and in passing to your husband, you were not expecting him to take you up on that offer at your fucking high school reunion!? WORD COUNT: 1.9K đŠâs A/N: okay. so. this was originally supposed to be for iida, but since FORDULA couldnât do day 18 like they were meant to⊠i wrote it for shouto instead bc im not writing for tenya sorry yall // also i wrote most of this the day before it was due after waking up at 5am so uhm đ god help me
     the very last thing you were expecting from your husband would be the idea of him enjoying semi-public sexâit made sense how one would arrive to this conclusion, seeing as how heâs such a reserved person and all. you donât even remember when it was that you brought it upâit must have just been a comment in passing; not that shouto missed it, of course. and then the suggestion got him thinkingâŠ. like seriously considering it. the more he thought about it, the more arousing it became to him, until it was a borderline fantasy: him fucking you somewhere you could easily be caught at with a large hand covering your mouth to make sure no one could overhear your desperate little noises. fuck.
     now he finds himself at his ten year high school reunion, all dressed up with a raging erection that he was trying to hide by sitting at one of the tables there, grateful for the fabric draped over them, as he drinks and drinks to calm his nerves. thank god you volunteered to drive back home tonight. you donât know what possessed you, but you didnât feel like getting slizzard tonightâa stark contrast to your husband, who was trying to drink his boner away. (without much luck, mind you.)
     when you come back over from the dancefloor to check in on your husband, however, heâs quick to excuse himself from the table heâd been seated at all night and drag you off to an empty classroom.Â
     âshouto? âs something wrong?â you ask, looking up at him.Â
     ânoâi justââ how does he put this? âreally wanna fuck you,â is what comes out of his drunken lips, his brain to mouth filter having shut off for the night. (was it really there to begin with though..?)
     âoh!â you squeak as your cheeks flush at his words and he backs you up against the door. âhâhere?â youâre at a loss for words entirely while shouto places both large, calloused hands on your hips as he begins to press sloppy, drunken kisses along your neck. âshâshouto!â
     âmmh?â he hums, not pausing in his actionsâhe doubles down, actually, by nipping at the tender flesh of your throat, the hands on your hips sliding down your thighs, down to the hem of the disgustingly skimpy dress you had decided to wear tonightâthe reason for his raging erection all nightâwhere they sneak up under it and back of to your hips so he could feel your bare flesh, quirk activating enough for you to feel an extreme difference in temperatures, but not ruin the fabric of your dress from the inside out.
     âweâwe canât do that here; someoneâs gonna get suspicious if weâre gone too long!â you weakly protest, words holding no real weight. because if you were being one hundred percent honest, you wanted this just as much as he did, even without any alcohol in your system! (you had smoked a blunt and hotboxed the shit out of your car after arriving at the prestigious school, though, as you refused to be sober for an event such as this.)
     âoh yeah? like who?â he counters, beginning to suck at your neck, not lingering on any one spot.
     âaâashido, probably! iâ i just got done dancing with herââ
     âi know, âve been watchinâ you all night,â he slurs. âso youâre just taking a breakâmaybe you went to the bathroom, thatâs not her business.â his hips press into yours, and you whine at the feeling of his hardened cock pressing against your crotch.Â
     âgodâyouâre so full of shit,â you tell him, burying one hand in his two toned hair while the other settles on a sturdy shoulder, and todoroki canât help but smile at your words.
     âso?â you can feel him grinning against your neck, like a drunken fool in love (which is exactly what he was, by the way).Â
     youâre out of comebacks and excuses as to why he shouldnât fuck you right here, right now, so instead of trying to argue against hip, you tug at his hair so heâll look at you before leaning in to press a kiss to his plump lips.Â
     he tasted like the sake heâd been sipping on all night as he watched you with that intense gaze of hisâsomething he inherited from his father, like it or notâand he hums in a pleased manner as he grips your hips tighter.
     âhow much have you had to drink tonight, baby?â you ask once you reluctantly pull away from the kissâa question shouto chooses to ignore.
     heâd had maybe three and a half red solo cups worth of sake in his system, which was enough for his inhibitions of being caught melt away. he almost hopes you two do get caught (by an old classmate at least) just so he can wordlessly flex that he was the one with the smoking hot spouse and not them.Â
     so, with your minimal resistance and shoutoâs horny persistence, itâs not long until heâs got his thumbs hooked in the waistband of your panties and is tugging them down your thighs, asking you to step out of them so can keep them in his pocket (for the rest of the reunion).Â
     âhhnngâ,â you whine as two of shoutoâs icy fingers move to play with your clit, and a chill runs down your spine at the feeling. âshoââ youâre cut off by a kiss as your husband slots his lips over yours, teeth clacking slightly as he kisses you sloppily and hungrily. it wasnât unusual for shoutoâs to be a bit of a sloppy kisser (as it turns out, heâs a really big fan of swapping spit), but generally he was more put together than he was right nowâitâs like he was trying to eat you whole as his tongue easily slid into your already open mouth.
     you, ever the tease, quickly get with the program and arch your back, pressing your chest against his, and start sucking on his almost burning tongueâsomething that catches him only slightly off guard. heâs fast with his response though, left hand moving to squeeze your ass, heating up enough to leave a faint burning handprint.
     âfuck!â you squeal at the searing touch and accidentally bite shoutoâs tongue in the process.
     he pulls away with a hiss but no real disdain before the same hand that had left a print on your butt comes up to cover your mouth. sure, the music in the gym was awfully loud, but there could still be some other people in the hallwayâmaybe people who actually had to use the bathroom. it doesnât matter. what matters is that shouto gets to fuck you, andâan idea comes to mind that only his drunk, secretly perverted brain could think of.
     âshhh,â he shushes you, pulling his hand away from your mouth in order to undo his belt buckle and unbutton his nice dress pants.Â
     biting your lip, you nod as he tugs the slacks and his boxers down to about half way down his thick thighs, letting his painfully hard cock spring free and slap against his lower stomach. you canât help but bite your bottom lip at the sight, and you go to sink to your knees to suck him off before heâs tugging you back up by the hair.
     âno,â he pants, taking his dick in one hand as he plants the other back on your hip. âneed tâfuck youâplease, angel, iâ it hurts,â he whines, lining his throbbing length up with your already wet slit.
     âyeah? okay, fuckâgo ahead, baby,â you give him permission to actually insert himself, and he groans loudly at the feeling of your tight heat finally engulfing him. jesus! he had waited all night for this, and it was so worth it.
      âhnnghâshit,â he whimpers, the hand that was previously holding his dick moving to play with your puffy clit as he pushes into you slowly at first before bottoming out all at once. fuck!Â
     your breath hitches in your throat and you canât help but moan shoutoâs name while tugging at his hair as he kisses you sloppy style once more.Â
     with how drunk and horny he was, it doesnât take long for your husband to approach his climax, and with the way he was toying with your sensitive button, youâre quickly being worked up to one too, untilâ
     knockknockknock!
     âhello..? i thought i heard someone groan, are you okay in there?â the voice is familiar, but you canât quite place your finger on who it was. (it was hagakure, by the way.)
     shouto freezes in all his actions and looks at you with half lidded eyes and a knowing smirk, cheeks flushed as he tries to quieten his breathing. your hips involuntarily roll down against the fingers still pressed against your clit, and you accidentally let out a quiet moan before covering your mouth with both hands, face burning with shame and arousal.
     âall fine in here, thanks,â shoutoâs able to get out, though his voice is strained. âjustâ âŠ.reminiscing!â he lies, as if he wasnât balls deep in you right now.
     âooh! fun! can i join?â the door handle jiggles, and shoutoâs hand flys out to freeze the door shut. ââhuh? hey, whatâs with the door?â
     âitâsâuhm, itâs personal memories,â he follows up, dick twitching inside you. fuck, how was he meant to last like this?
     you almost giggle at his lame ass excuse and over the top reaction, until you remember that over the top reaction is the exact reason tooru hadnât just seen you both in such a compromising position.
     âweâll beâdone soon!â you call out, and at the sound of your voice and insistence on her not coming in, the invisible woman gets the message before saying oh! okay! and finally walking off.
     âthat wasâ that was close, wasnât it?â shouto pants, starting to move his hips again as his fingers resume their circular motions against your clit.Â
     âyeah, i could really feel how excited you were,â you chuckle, to which shouto huffs and picks up his pace. ânnghâ!â you moan softly, as you both finally get a chance to cum.
     your husband's dick twitches sporadically deep inside you before hot, sticky cum spills out of it and into you as your pussy spasms and flutters around him, milking shouto for everything he was worth and then some.Â
     slowly pulling out of you, he plants a kiss to your spit-soaked lips before pulling his pants back up and redoing his belt and melting away the ice he had created not too long ago as you tug the hem of your dress down, andâhey! that panty thief!
     âshoutoâŠ. arenât you forgetting something?â you try to remind him, cringing at the feeling of his cum starting to leak out of your wet cunt and trickle down your thigh.Â
     âmmh,â his brows scrunch in thought, as if heâs actually thinking. âno? i donât think so?â he moves to grab the door handle, but you bat his hand away and tug at his wrist.
     âmyâŠ. my panties?â you say, trying to squeeze your thighs together to prevent any more cum from dripping out, but to no avail.
     âoh! rightââ he goes to take them out of his pocket before he pauses and a smirk tugs at his pouty lips. âyou can have them back when we get home,â he tells you, opening the door and starting to walk out. ânow come on, the others are going to get suspicious if weâre gone too long.â
goddamn him!
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As of Batman: The Brave and the Bold #12, local precious-gremlin-who-I-would-die-for, Maps Mizoguchi, is now officially(?) the sixth Robin. Or at the very least, she's now "in" on The Secretâą.
If this isnât a set up for her taking up the Robin mantle officially then I genuinely donât know what is.
As one of the twelve Gotham Academy enjoyers in existence, I am having the extremely normal reaction of "FUCKING FINALLY! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO--!"
In all honesty, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't seen this coming from miles away. Like, Maps has appeared in a number of seemingly random cameo roles recently, including Batgirls (2021), and even technically as Robin in the backup issues of Batman (2016) #119-121, and in a short story in Batman Black & White. And most of those got collected in a standalone titled "Maps of Mystery", which specifically gathered all her appearances as Robin (and the Gotham Academy Belle Reve story).
And then, of course, her recent time-travelling Future-Trunks-esque appearance in Birds of Prey (2023), as the tech-based Meridian, from a potential future timeline where she apparently makes it as a superhero using gadgets she apparently designed, proving that she's hero material.
That's not something you do for a character for no reason. That's the sort of thing you do when you want to keep a character in the conscience of your readers for whatever reason, because you have bigger plans for them.
Also interesting to consider that, in the "Mother's Day" story where this took place, Alfred is standing right there and not lying down six feet under wood, dirt and a stone slab, and that Bruce is in the old Batcave under the manor so he still has Moneyâą. So we must assume this was some nebulous time in the past (after GA: Second Semester(?), but before City of Bane)... which I won't bother to analyse the exact timeframe of because DC doesn't care about the post-Flashpoint / New 52 / Rebirth / Prime Earth / idfk / Dawn of DC timeline, so neither should I.
But I think it's really funny that this presumably means Maps has known The Secretâą for a long time relative to present-day comics, but always acted like she didn't.
But if all her appearances are in chronological order, that means Bruce is only the fourth Bat whose identity she discovered.
Like, she discovered Cass' identity almost by accident on a trip to the zoo, Damian showed off his grapple gun and gave her an actual Batarang during the three hours he was enrolled in the school (as if she wouldn't immediately put two-and-two together even back then), and she even found out Terry fucking McGuinness would become Batman in a future via a time-travelling grandfather clock.
No I did not make that last part up. Read Gotham Academy istg.
Did Cass know that Maps had been acting as a Robin when she met her, both at the zoo in Batgirls and her future version in Birds of Prey?
Does Damian know the one (1) friend(?) he made in Gotham Academy is potentially in the running for his job?
Is Bruce himself aware that she knows as much about their identities as she currently does?
How is DC going to retcon this so it all makes sense in the barely-functioning canon of the modern DC universe?
I'm digressing. Where was I going with this?
Point is, she's destined to become a Robin, and I'm glad DC finally pulled their fingers out their asses and capitalised on that destiny.
Let's just hope it doesn't take another year for them to follow up on this plotline again.
Bonus: Jason Todd, after learning of Bruce taking yet another happy kid under his wing as yet another Robin, giving her some advice:
#dc#batman#maps mizoguchi#mia mizoguchi#bruce wayne#cassandra cain#batgirl#batfam#damian wayne#robin#jason todd#red hood#gotham academy#dc istg dont drop the ball on this i will NEVER forgive you#and PLEASE do not traumatise this robin#Bruce promised he wouldn't let anything happen to her#he better keep that damn promise#otherwise I will personally Blue Skidoo into the comic itself and kick both Bruce and the traumatiser in the groin
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