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【my ❝CALL ME OUT❞ post】
get my ass in gear.

♛ here is my muselist. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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[ketterdamn]

Ugly, really.

[ He stays up too often, logging those long hours and attempting to exhaust himself. Kaz knows he should take better care, but the anxiety he feels about her being gone is too much to simply not think of. If he lets himself think about it too much, he'll freeze up and proceed to get absolutely nothing done.

(Because he knows he's not good with loss, never has been. And he can't go through what he did with Jordie again. He just can't).

She's here, though, and they're all to themselves for a while. He's grateful, immensely so, something he tries to communicate when he kisses her again, long and gentle, his hand settling at the back of her neck. Eventually, he pulls away, tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth, and then taking her with him as he rolls onto his back. ]

Easily one of your best angles. [ Which is to say, above him. ]

[wraithes]

[ she dislikes thinking of him like that, anxious and staying up all night to work just for the sake of working. it pulls at her, and makes her want to take away that feeling forever. and whatever that feeling is, it's clearly not haunting him now, as he kisses her, and tugs her soundly on top of him, with sparks a grin from inej.

one of her best angles. inej almost wants to know what her bad angles are, but she knows asking is only going to end in no answer at all.

instead, she settles herself soundly on his hips, her dress hitched up around her waist as she walks her fingers along his chest, ending in gently running her fingers along his jaw. ]

Lucky you that you never have to do that again.

[ work himself half to death, that is. her voice is a murmur, as she lowers herself for another kiss, humming softly into the motion, her hands finding his face. ]

Because I am not going anywhere.

[ not without him, anyway. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Her weight settles across his hips and he grins as she touches his chest, fingers eventually tracing along his jaw. And she's mostly right—ever since she's set up shop in Ketterdam, it's rare she has to go away. The rest of her crew takes care of such things as she pulls the strings and gets the information, directing them where they need to go. It's certainly been less stressful, knowing she's relatively safe. Or at least has two feet on dry land, rather than at the mercy of the ocean.

(Perhaps just one foot on occasion, knowing how she likes to leap from building to building.) ]

I know. [ He murmurs against her mouth, a smile pulling at the corner of his own. His hands slip down to her exposed thighs, fingers tracing up under her skirt. ] Who else would boss me about?

[ After all, she's always been the exception, it seems. ]

[wraithes]

You should try being scarier.

[ her tone is a bit wry, her thumbs running over his cheeks. his hands are starting to wander, as they tend to do when you aren't looking at them. like the scheming little thief he is.

she shifts her attention to his cheek, his jaw, and then his neck, gently nipping at the flesh before kissing gently to soothe it over, murmuring: ]

I might boss you around less if you were.

[ she knows people in the dregs with a body count that is downright impressive, for the barrel, who actively try not to wet themselves when kaz brekker walks by. but she supposes she's always had a different view of him. meeting as they did. ]

[ketterdamn]

I'll take it under advisement.

[ Though they both know she'll never fear him like the rest of Ketterdam does. Their history is too close and complicated. The first impression he'd left on her had been slightly stand-offish, but the second one neared the level of a knight in shining armor. Something like a savior, even if moving her to the Barrel and the Dregs hadn't exactly been paradise.

But then, she had bodily autonomy. No more sick and greedy hands trying to touch her because they paid to do so. ]

Maybe I like when you boss me around. [ Honestly, there's no maybe and they both know that. His hands wander some more at the thought, the tips of his fingers tracing the inside of where her thighs connect to her hips. She nips at his neck and it makes him squirm, just a little, letting out a hum. ]

[wraithes]

[ indeed, it was always hard to reconcile the monster of the barrel with the image of the boy who had explained to inej how unfair her contract was, how the better deal was with him, and how patient he had been in guiding her out of the menagerie, when he really hadn't needed to do that at all. he had protected her, and defended her, and given her a pathway to escape . . . well, hell, to be honest.

kaz brekker was never going to be a monster, to her. ]

Do you?

[ with a soft laugh against his neck as he squirms a little. his fingers are straying dangerously close to her underwear, but inej makes no move to bat his hands away. instead, she presses a kiss to his neck again, before she settles back on his hips, beginning to lazily unbutton his shirt. ]

I hadn't noticed.

[ketterdamn]

No?

[ Though he's well aware she's teasing, amusement coloring her tone. It's in the way her eyes curve, the quirk of her mouth. It makes him want to kiss her again, though he knows he'll have another chance. There's no need to rush it.

Instead, he traces along the waistband of her underwear, running a finger underneath the top. He dips his hand between her legs and rubs her gently through the cloth, feeling a familiar little thrill for through him at the contact. ]

Should I be more obvious? [ He tilts his head, questioning and mirroring her amusement. ] Something like— Inej, bully me and tell me to behave?

[wraithes]

[ she continues to unbutton his shirt, the movement wholly unbothered and lazy . . . but then his hands wander a bit too far, and she pauses in her motions (though his fingers between her legs feels lovely) to catch his wrist with a hand. ]

Mm-mm.

[ a disapproving noise, as she shifts that particular hand to her thigh -- but it's clear, that inej is relaxed, and stopping him isn't anything to do with her memories, or with stress.

just -- well, as he puts it, telling him to behave.

once that is sorted, inej continues to unbutton his shirt, delicately opening it before lowering herself to press a kiss to his neck again, and then his collarbone. ]

I tell you to behave at least three times a day.

[ she murmurs, amused. ]

Mannerless delinquent.

[ketterdamn]

[ Oh, so it's going to be like that. She pauses in unbuttoning his shirt and grabs his wrist, moving the hand from between her legs to her thigh instead. Kaz occupies himself with touching her legs then, skimming his fingers near the sensitive insides down to the back of her knees, touch as light and teasing as can be.

After all, she hadn't told him he wasn't allowed to touch. Just that she doesn't want him distracting her by touching certain places.

(Really, she hadn't said anything, but he knows what she means). ]

Three seems low. Besides, I did warn you I had no manners. [ He had been honest about that.

Shirt finally unbuttoned fully, he lets out a quiet sigh when she kisses his neck, head tilting back to give her more space. His interest grows a bit more as she goes lower, pressing her mouth to his collarbone, and he wonders where this is going.

Because he does have an inkling, but she was occasionally full of surprises. ]

[wraithes]

Just because you warned me doesn't provide an excuse for your behavior.

[ she says pointedly, pressing another kiss to his sternum, humming to herself as she takes her time, pressing her lips in slow kisses in a seemingly random pattern down his chest, to his stomach. it means she has to move down off his hips a little, which moves her thighs . . . depriving him of one last thing. ]

You should avoid wearing a shirt more often.

[ she says, pressing a kiss to his stomach, with a warm expression in her eyes as she glances up at him. ]

In case you were taking opinions.

[ketterdamn]

[ She keeps going lower, pressing kisses to his chest and eventually brushing one to his stomach, which makes him flinch instinctively. A normal reaction to being touched where he isn't usually.

Of course, that does mean she's had to move, so he can't tease his fingers along her legs any longer. Like this, he can touch the backs of her hands and he does, slowly tracing the delicate tendons and the curve of her knuckles. ]

Well, weather's good for it here. [ He muses, meeting her gaze with a faint bit of color in his face. It's always slightly embarrassing whenever she says things like that, despite him paying compliments to her frequently. ] You'll have plenty to look at.

[wraithes]

[ the flinch causes her to pause for half a second, taking note of how he is feeling—-sometimes, sudden bad feelings rear their head, even now. but he’s relaxed and talking, and inej presses her lips to his stomach again, in a soft kiss, before she begins to undo his pants. ]

It is.

[ she agrees, regarding the weather, inching his pants down just enough so she can kiss lower still on his stomach, and then his hip, humming to herself. taking her sweet time, incidentally. ]

I want to make you feel good.

[ she murmurs, gently nipping at his hip as she runs her fingers lightly between his legs. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ The anticipation brightens the flush on his cheeks as she keeps dipping lower, kissing while she does. She's taking her time with it and he likes the soft touches, how it puts him on edge in a good way. His pants are tugged down just enough so he doesn't have to lift his hips just yet.

Which is good and bad. She's clearly out to make him squirm—only fair as that's his usual tactic with her. Her fingers trace so lightly that he shivers, letting out a quiet sigh as he feels his body start taking a clearer interest. ]

You always make me feel good. [ After all, he just likes when they're in contact. It's just satisfying, no matter what kind of touch it is. ]

[wraithes]

[ she grins a little at his comment before dipping down to press her lips right between his legs, over his pants, humming to herself as she eases the zipper down a little bit more. ]

I want you to feel more than good.

[ she amends. incredible, amazing. wrecked, half asleep. whatever word he wants to use, on this evening.

they have some vague plans tomorrow; there is a cove nearby with a small shopping area, little places to grab a drink and sit to watch the waves. there's also some historical aspect to it that inej had glanced in the brochure that she is certain kaz knows more about. they had agreed to go in the morning, after breakfast.

but, you know. inej doubts kaz will complain about skipping those plans if she proposes a more fun evening. and as she tugs his pants down a little bit more, she says: ]

Maybe I want to leave you asleep until noon.

[ or later, depending on how adventurous he feels like being. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ The kiss is soft enough he can barely feel it between the layers of cloth. But really, contact is only part of the equation. Seeing her peel his pants down little by little with that grin on her face is... a lot.

So this time he does squirm, a slight shift in weight. They have some loose plans for tomorrow, things he was interested in seeing. A cove and its historical surroundings, something about a reef that's easy to spot.

But he can't deny the uptick of his pulse when she basically promises to leave him exhausted. Which means the cove will likely have to wait another day. Not a bad thing by any measure. ]

Gonna tire me out that much? [ It's not often she gets in this certain mood. He wonders what she'll do, since he can think of a few things that have achieved that effect in the past. Just thinking about it makes his pants feel a bit more restrictive and he wants to tug them off entirely.

He won't, but he wants to. ]

[wraithes]

[ indeed, it isn't often she's in this particular mood. though she does prioritize him in everything that they do together -- it's just that kaz tends to be happiest when he's focusing on her. which suits her just fine, but every once in awhile, she really just wants the attention to be on him.

like now. after a day in the sun, and a romantic dinner, and the whole day spent just enjoying each other's company, and how he had indulged her choice in honeymoon destination, and tolerated stepping into the ocean for her. he deserves an entire night spent just about him. ]

Mmm, maybe.

[ thoughtfully, as she rests her chin on his stomach, looking at him with a slight grin as she tugs his pants down a little bit more, fingers dipping against the waistband of his underwear. soon, she'll need him to lift his hips, but she's comfortable. and it isn't as if they're in any real rush. ]

If you want me to, anyway.

[ as she dips her head to kiss his stomach again. ]

I'll need to get out of this dress, if that's the case.

[ketterdamn]

[ It took them some time to figure out individual wants. What made each of them feel good or what made touching less daunting—especially in the beginning. Some of that has carried over, though they're well past those early days where everything was a struggle.

Since then, he's found he usually likes to get her off. Whether with his fingers or his mouth, it gave him enough pleasure that she wouldn't even have to touch him. But every now and again, there was a deeper itch he liked to have scratched and she's offering to do just that.

So he responds with a grin as he tilts his hips into her touch. ]

Yes and yes. [ He'll miss the dress, since it looks so cute on her—especially with the skirt rucked up—but he can't complain about seeing her stripped down. ]

[wraithes]

[ his agreement is quick, and inej laughs against his stomach before she straightens up to slide back up onto his hips, ducking down to give him a long kiss, murmuring against his lips: ]

Then I need to get ready, and so do you.

[ before she gently kisses his forehead to slide off of him, getting up to begin undoing her dress, and to go through one of the many bags they brought along on their trip.

she trusts he'll get himself out of his pants. or, at least, the rest of the way, while she gets ready. it takes time, to put all of this together. at least she's used to buckling belts and straps against her form; she can do it pretty quickly. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ She draws back up and he kisses her in return eagerly, hands immediately coming to set on her hips. And then sliding them up to her waist, giving her an affectionate squeeze in lieu of a hug. ]

Go work your magic or whatever it is you do. [ All those buckles—he knows it can be annoying, though she's certainly got it down to an art form. It'd been trial and error but they finally figured it out.

He lets her go while she slips out of her dress, only taking a brief moment to watch as the slides the straps off her shoulders and lets the fabric fall. Then he turns his attention to stripping out of his own clothes, starting with the shirt she had unbuttoned earlier. He shimmies out of his trousers, pulling both socks and underwear off along with. While he's up, he moves his cane a little closer, knowing when he gets up later he won't want to have to cross an extra two feet.

Carefully, he settles back on the bed, leaning against the pillows and giving himself a slow stroke, wanting to keep the prickle of anticipation. ]

[wraithes]

[ the first time they had tried this, inej couldn't stop laughing. mostly because it was silly. and the buckles had been hard to adjust, and she's much smaller than most people. and the stupid dildo hadn't situated on her hips properly, and honestly, it was a mess. so it had ended in a failure, but a pleasant kind. mostly because the mood being ruined over giggling versus anything more sinister is something inej would rather happen any day of the week.

now, inej has it down to a science. because he genuinely loves it when she does this, and inej likes to make an evening out of it. mostly because she knows he likes it, and it's rare that he allows her to solely focus on him. not because he denies her anything she wants (quite the opposite), but because kaz can't keep his stupid hands to himself.

what a child.

still, it takes a few minutes, to adjust the straps and make sure everything is on properly. she does indeed shed the dress, though she keep her bra and underwear on. it's a little more comfortable that way. and she soon is back on the bed, though she straddles his hips again first, to give him a gentle kiss.

( she is always gentle, whenever they do this, and then he promptly ruins it by asking her not to be, though she does try. ) ]

I did promise to keep you in bed for a month.

[ she murmurs, grinning a little as she tilts up to kiss his forehead, the motion chaste and soft. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ It had been extremely silly when they did this the first time, both of them dissolving into laughter over the harness falling or a strap coming undone. Or memorably, when the dildo came unhooked, skittered across the wood floor, and rolled under the bureau. That was about the point they'd both lost it and ended up in a pile of helpless giggles.

Clearly, that isn't going to happen now, since she has certainly gotten a handle on things. He's warmed both by the amusing memory and by how she looks when she crawls back up the bed to straddle his hips. Reaching up, he sets his hands on either side of her neck as he returns her kiss, taking it gentle for now. Inej likes to set that pace at first; he knows he'll want her to dig in later, to leave marks and the imprint of her nails. It's relaxing in its own way, since it stops him from thinking so much.

There's also something deeply satisfying about cuddling her in the aftermath, if things have gone a bit rougher. ]

I've never known you to break promises—can't imagine this will be the first time. [ Not to mention: once Inej has a plan, she stubbornly holds onto it. Kaz can't complain. Doesn't even want to, in this aspect. His hands drop from her neck to trace her collarbones and along the edge of her bra, fingers lifting the hem. Just a little. And then dropping to skim down her torso. ]

[wraithes]

[ she hums into the kiss, grinning against his mouth. his hands wander a little bit, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. she hadn't told him he couldn't touch, after all.

( sometimes, she has that rule. but, you know. she quietly enjoys it when his hands wander. he can keep it up if he wants. ) ]

Lay down.

[ she murmurs, kissing him again before nudging him backwards gently, though she dips forward to kiss at his neck, then shifting down to kiss his chest, then his stomach, before situating herself between his legs.

truthfully, this is her favorite part. taking her time, which she does as she curls her fingers around him, stroking gently. she much prefers laying on her stomach when she does this, which isn't quite possible because of the harness -- but she's comfortable enough, and her eyes flicker upward to make eye contact as she slowly runs her tongue along the length of his cock.

it had taken a long time, to figure out how she can do this comfortably. lots of failed attempts, and (somewhat embarrassingly, as she reflects on it), a lot of crying. but she's figured out that focusing on him, versus the act itself, was the breakthrough she needed. and now, she's figured out that she's actually rather talented, with her tongue.

who knew. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ She tells him to lay down and he does, arranging the pillows under him and shifting around until he gets more comfortable. Once he does, he ends up squirming as she works her way down his chest and stomach.

Heat blooms in his gut when she settles between his legs and he lets them drop open a little more, a stuttered breath escaping him when she curls her fingers around his cock. It's a gentle touch but any contact right now is a lot. Even moreso when she licks him slowly–he inhales sharply, catching her gaze as she looks up at him.

Nothing on her face says she's uncomfortable. Or nervous. It's been a while since she's had a bad reaction to this but it was the thing that held on the longest. He's always checking for the minute signs and this is no different.

But he relaxes when he doesn't see anything like a bad memory crossing her face, hips tilting up as he lets himself enjoy this. ]

[wraithes]

[ she can tell that he's reading her expression, checking in with her. and she grins a little, as he decides to finally relax into the pillows, his hips shifting.

it always warms her, that he's constantly checking in. he almost never does so out loud anymore unless it's obvious that she needs comfort. but it's in his expression, in small touches to her arm when they're in public, in searching her eyes. at the forefront of his attention, always, is her own comfort.

so she hums to herself before lowering her mouth over him, sucking gently, running her tongue along the tip as she draws off before saying: ]

I am fine.

[ just in case he needs a more verbal affirmation that she's comfortable, giving him a slow stroke with her fingers before she runs her tongue over him again. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ He's already relaxed and let himself start to enjoy what she's doing, but the grin she gives him has him letting go of what little tension he had left. Her verbal affirmation helps further that, though he's already feeling a pleasant haze from what bit she's done– the soft pass of her tongue. ]

Feels good. [ He says, tone shivery, his fingers loosely curling into the covers to either side of him. The touch is slow, gentle, her tongue running over him again carefully. Not necessarily from her being cautious but because she always starts this way. A languid lead up. Because this does work out better if he isn't completely tense. ]