#kaz♡

[gorescreamingshow]

he's listening and learning

[stargirlstabber]

@reiners-milkbiddies lola... @kazutora-kurokawa kaz... what did i just witness-

Yk what, mommy kink Micheal (Manjiro) 🤢 because why not. I feel like I’m going into the dark side .. Issa love hate with him 😪😪😪

Mikey w/ A Mommy Kink

♡ NSFW, fem reader, a lil fluff, sub!Mikey but also possessive!Mikey, stalking, oral->male receiving, tit fucking but also tit sucking ♡

note: come to the dark side Lola, we have cookies and hot blondes lmao

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💠 He's absolutely obsessed with your chest, not even in an entirely sexual way either, he's just a boobs guy at heart

💠 Dreads whenever you have to leave the house because he just wants to be cuddled up with you all day with his head buried in your chest

"Do you have to go to work? Can't you just call out baby?"

💠 Always has eyes on you, he likes to know where you are, what you're doing, and who you're with at all times

💠 Likes sliding his hands under your shirt to squeeze your breasts, even when his hands are freezing cold and you start yelling at him

💠 Gets really vocal during sex because his dick is ultra sensitive, he practically cries out your name before he cums

💠 Loves when you give him head, especially if you're jerking him off with your tits at the same time (he'd have the most strained moans I swear and he'd curse like a sailor)

"Fuck..fuck please don't stop mommy...so fuckin' soft around my dick~"

💠 If he does good and you say he deserves a reward, the first thing on his mind is being able to suck on your breasts and leave a few hickeys behind

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[stargirlstabber]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! ♥️

Also, finish that Bonten draft girlie 🗣️✨ (yes, it's me, Kaz 😔)

*whispers* kaz, shhh, you're supposed to be on anon! so sweet of you🤭 and yes. thank you for the reminder... ._.

[meadowscarlet]

inflicted desire ━━━ kaz brekker.

pairings: kaz brekker x fem!reader.

summary: you were simply a crow and nina's closest friend, but kaz doesn't understand why he feels the need to be near you or protect you when you can protect yourself; he is closed off and unreadable, and he couldn't articulate his feelings properly, until you were hurt on the job.

warnings: the normal six of crows shenanigans.

author’s note: a reposted fic. do not copy, post on another site, translate or claim any of my works as your own or you will be reported! nav.

Kaz Brekker did not make mistakes. He was a thief, not a fool, the Dregs' leader, and Ketterdam's most notorious man. He had a sharp intellect and was astute; no one ventured to cross him out of fear, or they were rational enough not to.

His plans were meticulous, and if something went wrong (which was unlikely), he had hundreds of backup plans ready to go. And everything went well, but there was a glimmer of realization that Kaz had made the biggest mistake of his life. It was bothering him, and he had a nagging feeling of uneasiness.

If he had merely noted when he met you—charming and intriguing—when he visited the House of the White Rose to inform Nina about a job; he should have simply ignored you when you passed him in the hall without a second glance, but Kaz had been effectively intrigued.

Nina told him that you were her closest friend and the one person in the White Rose who kept her sane. Nina was cautious, with a guarded gleam in her eyes and a reluctance that could get you killed in Ketterdam, when Kaz inquired whether you had any skills.

Nina had given Kaz a sharp gaze and said, “Recruiting her in the Dregs is dangerous.”

“Nina dear,” Kaz drawled. “It's dangerous everywhere in Ketterdam. And I think your friend would appreciate getting out of here every now and then.”

Nina told Kaz about your bewitching qualities with a little more trepidation. You were charismatic, a pretty face and a cunning smile that could tempt wealthy merchants to give you kruge and a wise convincer. Nina also mentioned that you had good combat skills. Kaz Brekker had smirked at the time, his thoughts racing. He was well aware that he needed you on his team.

That was his very first mistake. You were good at your work—you did a brilliant job and Kaz knew you were a terrific addition to the Dregs—but as the days passed, he began to have an underlying feeling inside him that he quickly dismissed whenever you were there. Kaz often wondered if he should have heeded Nina's advice about not recruiting you in the Dregs, but he'd been blinded by his curiosity, and he bitterly regretted it.

He recalled one mission in which they were meant to spy on a handful of Pekka Rollins' men. Kaz remembered how meticulously he had prepared for this; he had gone over blueprints over and again until his eyes were weary, but he would not rest—never. Kaz was scrupulous with his plotting especially since it involved Pekka Rollins.

When there's a lovely girl around and they're inebriated, men are simple to seduce. So, of course, your main task was to play the inquisitive girl, allowing men to reveal their drunken secrets while you sat, looking pretty. Despite the fact that you were skilled in this vicinity, Kaz didn't like the plan, but he needed Inej on the roofs and Nina by the door, so you were left as an option.

As he saw you woo one of Rollins guys, he felt a prickling sensation inside him. You were dressed in a velvety white dress that accentuated your contours; you stood out in the darkness of Ketterdam, and you shone brightly. Kaz may not believe in Saints, but he was convinced you were one by the radiance of your smile and dress.

He despised seeing you sitting on a drunk Dime Lion man's lap, and Kaz noticed you looked uneasy, so he fought the impulse to smash the man's head with his cane until his skull cracked satisfyingly. He reminded himself that this was a job, and he needed to do his part. Despite your unsettled expression, he could see your ears perk up, and that's when Kaz recognized the man had begun to speak.

Kaz watched you giggling and touching the man's forearm while drinking your drink; you were playing your part wonderfully as usual. And it all happened very quickly; when the drunken man leaned close to you, another man approached him to stop him, and Kaz realized the man knew who you were.

The man had said something to the inebriated man, and the latter had suddenly sobered up, and Kaz realized chaos had occurred. Because of the drink you drank, you appeared tipsy, but Kaz could see how your eyes flared in terror and your gaze immediately darted to him.

Kaz had set out on foot to get you, but Nina had beaten him to it. Nina had grasped your wrist and pulled you away in alarm before the man could grab you. Shots were being fired, and Kaz could see Jesper rousing his revolters to fire back at the men who were shooting at you and now at Jesper.

Kaz was so concentrated on the men and the bullets that he missed you limping in Nina's arms as he pulled his own gun. Nina wore a worried expression on her face and was essentially bearing half your weight. And Kaz could see it: there was blood on your abdomen that was obvious and evident through the white of your dress. As Kaz focused on you, gunshots faded into the background, and he was startled out of his reverie when Jesper told them to leave.

He didn't normally listen to Jesper because he was the one who gave the directions and commands, but now his feet followed Jesper's, his leg jerking in pain as he hobbled, yet his step was swift. He remembered the blood on your adobem, the way Nina's eyes widened, and he was filled with dread. It was terrifying. Since Jordie, he hasn't felt like this in years.

Kaz knew Inej was close behind him, quiet and concealed like the Wraith she is, as his Crows hurried to the Slat. As you limped beside Nina, Kaz could see you being held by her, and he turned to Jesper, a sensation inside him that he didn't want to convey.

“Run after Nina," Kaz rasped coldly. “Help her with Y/N.”

Jesper didn't need to say anything else as he ran to Nina, and when he caught up with both girls, he grabbed your waist and helped half of your weight as Nina and Jesper carried you to the Slat. Kaz despised hearing a hint of fragility in his voice, but Jesper didn't seem to mind.

It didn't matter to Kaz if Nina could hear his rapid heartbeat. Kaz saw that the others were watching him as his eyes swept you laying on your bed with Nina mending your wound. Even though your face was pale and your breathing was unsteady, you were alive, Kaz was not soothed. Despite her concerns, Nina had been firm, requesting medical equipment from Matthias, who had followed orders.

Kaz isn't concerned about the Rollins information right now; all he wants is for you to be alright. He remembered your eyes widening in panic and searching for his first. He swallowed a lump in his throat and shook his head, focusing on you instead. And there was so much blood, Kaz gripped his cane tightly in his fist.

“Heal her,” he murmured.

Nina gave him a cold stare. “I'm trying, Kaz, but there's just too much blood.”

“I don't care,” Kaz said icily, his gaze matching hers. “Zenik, heal her.”

Inej had left, but not before praying to her Saints for you to be well. Jesper walked away as well, noticing the gloom in Kaz's voice and Nina's gaze. Matthias was retrieving more medical supplies, creating a tense atmosphere with only a feverish Kaz, an anxious but indignant Nina, and an alive yet barely Y/ N.

“You should leave, l'll get to you once l'm done,” Nina remarked as she resumed working in your wounded abdomen.

Kaz stood firm in his position. “I'm not going anywhere.”

With a shake of her head, Nina replied, “Your heartbeat is distracting me.” Kaz noticed her hand quivering. “I can sense your nerves, Brekker, and it doesn't help that l'm worried about her as well.”

He was terrified; he had shown vulnerability, and Nina had noticed. She knew he cared about you, and he had never experienced anything like it with anybody else. When Inej was stabbed, Jesper was shot, or Matthias, Wylan, and Nina were hurt, Kaz's heart didn't rush as rapidly. It was always you who made his heart race with nerves and a need to protect you if you were harmed.

When Kaz glanced at your hand, palm up, he felt compelled to grasp it. Not Jesper, who had brought you to the Slat, or even Nina, who stroked your hair away from your face every now and then, but he should be the one holding you and aiding you. But Kaz knew that idea alone was impossible; he couldn't think about it without shivering with distaste, so he stayed, a safe distance away, with a tremendous desire to hold you.

Nina fixed her gaze on him. “I assume she'll be a little hazy when she wakes up, so don't ask her any questions about the information.”

“I don't give a damn about the information,” Kaz remarked indifferently.

Kaz despised the mischievous glimmer in her eyes as she shot him a shocked glance. “Kaz Brekker not caring about the information that's about Pekka Rollins? Somebody pinch me.”

He gave her a skeptical look as he rolled his eyes. “Keep her alive by doing your work, Nina dear.”

Nina shrugged her shoulders, but her eyes were gloomy. “She's not dead, Kaz,” she said with a shake of her head. “Since the blood loss, she'll be unconscious, but she'll be fine—she usually is.”

Kaz nodded in agreement. What Nina said was right; it was not uncommon for someone in the Crows to be hurt—it happens all the time, especially during heists and jobs—but the jobs were mostly successful, and Kaz had been blunt in assigning you the safest task (charming people) because a selfish part of him wanted you to be in the middle of the job so he could keep an eye on you.

But, despite his composed demeanor, he seemed to crumble everywhere around you. Perhaps you had charmed him, as you had charmed so many others, by bewitching him with your entire being, causing his black heart to seek you out. When you were around, there was always an inflicted desire within Kaz, which he had always disregarded until now.

Kaz wanted to kill the man who had touched you, as well as track down the person who had shot you. He remembered your bright eyes dampening in fear and a brief tremor of despair as you realized you'd been caught, then blood splattering across your white dress and Nina's worried expression as she carried your limping weight.

Nina snarled, “You're doing it again.”

With his dark eyes, Kaz looked at her. “What?”

“I know you love her and all, but I need to focus, and your heartbeat is incredibly distracting right now,” Nina rambled.

Kaz stilled as he heard the word he didn't want to associate himself with. “In Ketterdam, love is neglected; it is reserved for the weak.”

Nina surprised him by laughing. “What are you doing right now? Whenever Y/N is hurt, you appear weak—you're in your vulnerable form.”

Kaz wanted to kill Nina by saying things he knew were true, but he was ignorant and stubborn to accept it. Nina gave him a knowing look as she cleaned, healed, and wrapped a cloth around your wound before kissing you on the forehead and leaving Kaz alone with you.

Kaz strolled over to where you were laying after a few moments of contemplation. He examined your flawless face, which, despite seeming pale and near death, was nonetheless lovely. Kaz paused for a while before raising his gloved palm to your cheek and tucking the errant strand of hair away.

He sat down near your bed, putting his disgust aside. Despite the strong temptation, he did not grasp your inviting hand. Kaz had stayed by your bedside the entire night, never leaving your side. Nina had stopped by every now and then to change your bandage, but she had said nothing about Kaz's overstaying or even asked him to leave.

When Nina was treating your wound, she had said, “You should rest, Kaz.”

Kaz gave her a sidelong glance. “Don't tell me what to do.”

Nina may have been right, but she was also wrong. Kaz did not believe he was capable of love, yet he had a great desire to be with you. To be in your company, to receive your gorgeous smile, and to simply be in your presence. And this time he wasn't going to ignore it.

[jaydenundercover11]

before I found out about jurdan, I had kanej.

[torgwn]

next month!! s2s coming out next month!!

[po1sonous-l0ve]

'Pekka Rollins killed my brother' is the same vibe as 'Singing killed my grandma' 💀💀

[sweetnnaivete]

THE ONLY HOAX I BELIEVE IN.

masterlist ☆ rules

summary inej is back from her rescue missions for a short while, and staying with kaz warnings kiss, slightly risqué, maybe a little corny, i tried to accurate portray the characters but may not be perfect !! a/n i really hope you guys like this!!! first time writing for soc taglist lmk if you wanna be added ^_^

Kaz couldn’t focus. His living quarters weren’t cramped, per se, but they felt stuffy at the moment. He was in the main room, at his desk, and although he had a bunch of letters to sift through, he couldn’t stop looking at the closed oak door on the other side of the room. On the other side, he knew, was Inej. Back from her sea voyages, if only for a short while, and staying with Kaz. His bathtub was in use for the first time, because she’d wanted to wash the salt out of her hair.

The draining of the bathtub was the first sign she’d be leaving the bathroom in no time. The second being her yell of “Did I leave my clothes out there?”

Yes, she had. They were laid out nicely on Kaz’s bed. “Yes,” Kaz responded. “Should I bring them to you?”

There was a pause, then, “Please do.”

Kaz swallowed and got up. He grabbed the garments in a bundle, before knocking on the bathroom door. Inej opened it, using one hand to towel dry her dark hair. Her body was only covered by a soft white towel. Kaz’s eyes widened at her tan skin, dewy and glistening. She looked at him, almost challengingly, as she took the bundle of clothes and held it against her chest.

“I’ll be out in a second,” she assured him.

Kaz nodded and made his way back to his desk. Damn it. He could focus even less.

The door opened again and out came Inej, hair still dripping wet. She wore black canvas pants and a plum-colored tank top that revealed her sharp shoulders and the dark hair on her arms.

“You’re dripping on my floor,” Kaz said, staring intently at his work.

Inej frowned at him, and, despite himself, Kaz cracked one of his rare, disturbing smiles.

“It’s nice to have you back. So, are you going to tell me about how your rescue missions went?” he asked.

“… I couldn’t save enough people.” Guilt seeped through Inej’s words.

“That doesn’t mean it was unsuccessful,” Kaz said in an attempt to be comforting. “You sent out a message, didn’t you? Rumor on the street is that The Wraith is one of the most feared ships on the True Sea.”

Inej huffed and crossed her arms. “I don’t want to be feared. I want to be respected.”

“You don’t need their respect. You’ve got mine.”

Inej shook her head, smiling, as she took up her regular perch at the window.

Kaz bit his tongue and searched for something in his drawers. He extracted a little brown pouch and tossed it to Inej. “Bird feed. I bought it for you in the market. So you could feed the crows.”

Inej opened the pouch and grabbed a handful, before scattering it by the birds’ nests.

After watching for a while, Kaz made his way to the window himself. “May I sit with you?” he asked, rigid and oddly meek.

Inej made space for him right away, but continued chatting with the birds and watching the streets below.

Kaz watched her. She looked so pretty, just sitting there. From the hair that now had little ringlets from the water, to the strong, Roman nose, to the perfect posture, to the slender hands folded protectively over the pouch, to the legs so straight they could belong to a ballerina.

Inej turned to him and—for a split second—the air seemed to slow down. Kaz took it as a chance to rid himself of his gloves, and, with a shaking hand, run his pale fingers through her black hair. Inej put a hand on his shoulder, as if for support, which was ridiculous, because she was the last person who’d need that, but nevertheless, Kaz covered her hand with his. He recoiled only for a moment, before regaining momentum.

“Kaz,” Inej started, “you don’t have to—”

“I’m fine,” Kaz said. “I really want to kiss you, Inej. May I?”

Inej nodded, her eyes wide. Kaz closed his eyes and their slightly parted lips met. They kissed like starving people: hungry, searching, violent.

It was only when they broke away that Kaz felt his skin begin to crawl, and nausea rolled over him like a wave of cold, dark water. He gasped for air and shut his eyes tightly. Inej set her jaw and proceeded to grab him by the shoulders and set him on the floor, so he wouldn’t fall from the building.

“It’s okay,” she repeated softly. “I’m here, Kaz.”

Even as he shook, he found himself able to ask, “And you’ll stay?” It sounded childish, or like the last wishes of a dead man, but Inej didn’t mind at all.

“Of course. I love you.”

Days later, as they sat at the window again, Kaz registered at last what she’d said to him. “Inej?”

“Mm?”

“I believe I’m in love with you.”

[mukuberry]

Ive been having milgram dreams again ^_^ they stopped for awhile but my last few dreams were milgram........ theyve been very selfshippy as well im so lucky 🙏

[iii-ba]

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[okwonyo]

WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE OMG IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL TO BE THIS CUTE !!!! (we havent talked for such a long time imu jiah 😓💔)

What!!! you are Cuter (*｀へ´*) (and i miss you more.)

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Least favorite tr character, go!

Can't be kisaki....he's pookie

Probably Kiyomasa, he's such a minor part of the overall story tho, still hate him for how he dogged Michi and the rest of the Mizo Mid

But Kisaki being pookie is crazy 😭 then again the crazy ones are always the best ones sooo 👀

[stargirlstabber]

💐 once you receive this lovely bouquet of flowers (and an extra flower for being so sweet 🌷 ) you have to mention five things you love (that you haven't already mentioned lol) SPREAD POSITIVITY! ⛅️ (p.s. love you Lia 💖)

kaaaz my love💕 you get even two extra flowers🌹🌹

re-decorating my bedroom and everything else

2. doing diy's (does that count-?)

3. being alone

4. taking walks in the night, it's so calming, especially with music

5. and doing sports ^-^

(p.s. i love you more🌸)

[calebine]

zytglogge ›    ‘ a ver, a ver, que no es ilegal tomarse un descanso ’ se decide a intervenir con un tono grácil, el cincelado risueño que enmarcan las comisuras habría de ser suficiente para desvelar sus buenas intenciones. ‘ si quieres salimos de aquí por un rato — no me puedes negar que este lugar tiene toda la pinta de albergar fantasmas muertos hace cientos de años ’

dami/kaz no ha dejado de quejarse por subir escaleras, caleb va detrás de elle ⟡ @damivnn @ryonv

[angelbvn]

do you want me to kick satoru for you? :>

👹👹👹 ehheeeeheeheheheeeeeee

[secretsofthewilde]

One of the things I love about Wentworth is the underlying theme throughout the show about the found family that we make for ourselves even in trying circumstances. Even though if they werent incarcirated most of the inmates wouldn't even think to approach one another, let alone become friends, through the circumstances of being forced to live with one another they can't help but build their own families inside.

And we not only see that within the relationships between the characters themselves, but this tends to cross over with our relationship to them as an audience. Through the course of the show we see every character make a variety of choices that can be categorised as good or bad, and we know that everyone has done at least something "wrong" that has likely harmed someone. Yet despite seeing these women make bad choices, which in another show might immediately make us write them off as now being a bad guy/evil, we still know that they are more than these choices. The characters can be violent or say harmful things to each other, but then through the time we spend with them we also see them showing genuine care and vulnerability to one another. No one is without sin, regardless if you are in the teals or watching them, but likewise no one is without love in this show.

I just think it's really beautiful how they wrote a show that captured the complicated nature of people so well. Even characters like Lucy (who we are constantly reminded is not only extremely crass but is also a sexually violent person) aren't a one-dimensional background villain. She has her own family unit who we can see care for one another which remimds us that she must have some likeable traits, and we also see her have two moments of vulnerability with Vera which signal to us that she has a history of being looked down upon and treated poorly for it. And that's without going into the violent retribution she receives from Joan, leaving her permanently disabled (as satisfying as the "licked your last pussy" scene is to watch it was still an awful thing to have happen to someone).

I can't remember the last time I watched something where I felt such strong anger towards a character upon their introduction, but through time I grew to love them to the point that I was distraught upon their death - more than once - just due to how well the writing handles letting us see their flaws but also their humanity.