#he sang louder and louder inside the house and no i couldn't get him out fic

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[writingoddess1125]

Hello! Could do Mihawk with an beloved who's like a Disney princess and attracts animal whenever she/they sing, but Mihawk is just confused standing there like "wtf? Why are there deer inside?? There's litterly no deer on his island????"

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How and Why?

When Mihawk had gotten with you he knew you were... odd-

The opposite of him in every way. While his hands were for killing and takinf away- yours was for life and charity. The embodiment of a Innocent Saint in his eyes- that he had in some wait tainted said innocence with his nature and desire for you.

It was hard for a killing machine like himself to gave to curve said nature when you came along. You promoting mercy, second chances and guidance for others.

While this tested his patients- it wasn't the main thing- no no

It was the animals-

It was the God damn animals that seemed to follow you everywhere!

You hum while outside- Bunnies suddently appear to shit on his lawn.

You whistle happily while gardening birds from all walks of life appear to once again shit on everything.

Goddess have mercy if you sing cause the animal kingdom appears randomly.

If he took you with him say out to a light mission or just for a vacation, suddently you'd have half the God damn forest trailing behind you and he would have to sneak a quick blade to snag a few rabbits without you noticing for a nice dinner. In fear you'd cry in knowing your abilties were being used for Mihawk to hunt dinner.

However..

Non of this mattered since he loved you, he loved you more then he had words to express and you loved him just as much- So he was willing to turn a blind eye to this all. Till the day he couldn't.

It was suppose to be a relaxed day- get some nice food, some drinks and just lounge about. Mihawk was excited for this, he had been working hard and wanted some down time.. especially with you- Stepping into the livingroom ready to shower you in attention he froze.

"What the actual hell?-" Mihawk said way louder then he ment to and seeing you turn around quickly. There in the livingroom you were on your knees petting a fully grown fucking deer that was leaning into your touch.

"Hi honey!"

Mihawk is just standing there holding a wine glass in his open shirt and staring at you in what can only be described as total shock and you can practically see the vein in his forehead.

"(Y/N)' How the hell did you get a deer in the house- Wait deer at all there are non on the island?" He questioned as he downed the glass of wine like a shot and set it aside.

"I sang and she came here" You say with a shrug and continue to pet the wide eyed doe.

He huffed at this, rubbing his temple.

"I thought we agreed no animals in the house?.." He grumbled- Trying to mentally wrap his head around a doe in his livingroom.

"But she looked so cold and was by the front door Hawks! I couldnt just leave her there" You say poking out your bottom lip- Mihawk mentally sighs.

"That doesnt... No- No matter... saves me from going to the market for venison" He says calmly and reaches for his blade calmly.

Your eyes widening as you realize what he means and hug the deer close to you.

"No! Mihawk you cant kill her" You yell as tears well in your eyes.

"You have a fully grown Doe in our livingroom- no idea were she came from and a meat locker low on venison" He tried to reason by you sat there crying and Mihawk groaned-

"Then what is your plan with it hm?" He questioned. That was what lead him outside, carrying a squirming 120 pound doe to the stables he had long since forgotten about while you set down some old hay, cut apples and nuts for feed and he releases the kicking animal into its new space.

Mihawk sighed now looking at the once empty stables of the castle now housed a doe- A Sinking feeling that this stable was going to be getting fuller..

"You are lucky I love you-" He grumbled, Hearing you giggle and jump up to kiss his cheek.

"I love you too Mihawk. And I promise to make it up to you~" You say with a wink. Mihawk now remembering how and why he had forgiven all the times before.

[dalilacherie]

hi! Can you write a ponyboy x fem reader who is his girlfriend and she is a soc and sooo pretty (pearl headbands, dresses, skirts) and ponyboy is OBSESSED with her like always holding her hand and hugging her! The boys tease him about her all the time "are you going to see your girlfrienddd?" And whenever she comes over they get teased relentlessly and Darry walked in on them in pony's room making out and he got so mad and the boys thought it was hilarious!

𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

[𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐒𝐨𝐜!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~ 1,100

Ponyboy couldn't stop staring at her. Y/N was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, with her pearls, elegant dresses, and skirts that fluttered around her like a soft breeze. He was obsessed with her in the best way possible. They were always together, his hand finding hers whenever they were close. He loved holding her hand, feeling her soft skin, and knowing she was his.

The boys never let him forget it, either.

"Hey, Pony," Two-Bit called from the kitchen, a smirk playing on his lips. "You goin' to see your girlfriend today?"

"Shut up, Two-Bit," Ponyboy muttered, though he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. He liked it when they teased him about Y/N. It meant they knew how much he cared about her.

Every time Y/N came over, the teasing only got worse. The moment she stepped into the house, Steve would nudge Soda with a grin, and Darry would shake his head with a chuckle. But Pony didn't care. He'd pull her into a hug, feeling complete with her in his arms.

One afternoon, Y/N came over, wearing a light blue dress that made her look like an angel. Her headband caught the light, making her look even more radiant. They went up to Pony's room, closing the door behind them. They talked for a while, Ponyboy's fingers tracing patterns on her hand, until he couldn't resist anymore. He leaned in and kissed her, soft and slow. One kiss turned into another, and soon they were making out, lost in their own world.

The door suddenly swung open, and they sprang apart. Darry stood there, his face turning red with anger.

"What the hell's going on in here?" he yelled, glaring at them.

Ponyboy's heart pounded in his chest. "Darry, it's not what it looks like—"

But before he could finish, the rest of the gang crowded into the hallway, laughing their heads off. Steve practically doubled over, slapping his knee.

"Darry caught you making out!" he cackled. "This is gold!"

Two-Bit leaned against the wall, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Pony, you dog!"

Darry sighed, rubbing his temples. "I can't believe you, Ponyboy."

Y/N looked mortified, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Ponyboy squeezed her hand, feeling guilty for getting her into trouble.

"Sorry, Darry," he mumbled. "It won't happen again."

Darry shook his head. "Just keep the door open next time, alright? And you guys," he pointed at the rest of the gang, "quit teasing him."

But as soon as Darry walked away, the teasing resumed, louder and even more relentless.

"Ponyboy and Y/N, sittin' in a tree," Steve sang, louder this time, his grin widening.

Ponyboy's face flushed with anger. "Knock it off, Steve!"

"Oh, come on, Pony," Soda chimed in, laughing. "You gotta admit, it's funny!"

"It's not funny!" Ponyboy snapped, his voice rising. "Y'all are making her feel like crap!"

Y/N's face was still flushed with embarrassment as she stood up, smoothing down her dress. Her eyes avoided Ponyboy's, and he could see the discomfort etched in her expression.

"I should probably go home," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ponyboy's heart sank. He hated seeing her upset, especially because of something his friends had done. He quickly stood up and reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Let me walk you to the door," he said softly.

Y/N nodded, and they quietly made their way downstairs, avoiding the curious gazes of the gang. As they reached the front door, Ponyboy could feel the frustration bubbling inside him. He didn't want Y/N to leave like this, feeling embarrassed and unwelcome.

He opened the door, and they stepped out onto the porch. The warm evening air wrapped around them, but it did little to ease the tension. Ponyboy turned to face her, his eyes filled with regret.

"I'm sorry about them," he said, his voice earnest. "They didn't mean to make you feel bad. They just... don't think sometimes."

Y/N sighed, her eyes finally meeting his. "I know they didn't mean it, Pony. It's just... it was really embarrassing."

He reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "I'll talk to them. I won't let them do it again."

She managed a small smile, but he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. "You don't have to do that, Pony. I just... I don't want to cause any trouble."

"You're not causing trouble," he insisted, stepping closer. "I care about you, Y/N. They need to understand that and show you some respect."

She looked down, biting her lip. "Thank you, Pony. I just need some time to cool off."

He nodded, understanding her need for space. "Okay. But promise me you'll come back soon?"

She looked up, her eyes softening. "I promise."

Ponyboy leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," she whispered, giving his hand one last squeeze before stepping off the porch and heading home.

Ponyboy watched her go, his heart heavy. He turned back towards the house, his resolve firm. He wasn't going to let his friends push her away. He walked back inside, finding the gang still chuckling amongst themselves.

"Alright, enough!" Ponyboy yelled, his voice trembling with anger. The laughter died down as the boys turned to look at him, surprised by his outburst.

"Pony?" Soda asked, eyebrows raised.

"You guys went too far," Ponyboy continued, his gaze sweeping over them. "Y/N's embarrassed and upset because of your teasing. You need to respect her and our relationship."

Two-Bit scratched his head, still grinning. "We were just messin' around, Pony. Didn't mean to hurt her feelings."

"You didn't mean it," Ponyboy said, his voice shaking with frustration, "but it still happened. So cut it out, okay?"

The gang exchanged looks, still amused by the situation. Steve stepped forward, smirking. "Chill out, Pony. It's just a joke."

"It's not just a joke!" Ponyboy snapped, his fists clenching. "It's not funny when you make her feel bad. She's important to me, and you guys need to respect that."

The room fell silent, the weight of Ponyboy's words sinking in. Soda sighed, finally understanding the seriousness of the situation.

"Alright, Pony," he said, putting a hand on Ponyboy's shoulder. "We'll lay off. We're sorry."

Ponyboy nodded, feeling a bit of the tension ease. "Thanks."

As he headed back to his room, he hoped Y/N would come back soon, so he could make things right and show her how much she meant to him.

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Birdsong (Florence + The Machine)

But he sang louder and louder inside the house/And no I couldn't get him out/So I trapped him under a cardboard box/Stood on it to make him stop/I picked up the bird and above the din/I said “That's the last song you'll ever sing”/Held him down, broke his neck/Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget

"it’s so frantic. the song is about someone trying to hide their deepest darkest secret and it’s so real. i can’t even really explain it it’s just devastating and every time i listen to it i feel like i need to text my therapist. and i feel like the end implies that the singer is really the bird itself so they just killed off a part of themself which is so. GRRR"

Wait For Me (Hadestown)

I hear the walls repeating/The falling of my feet and/It sounds like drumming/And I am not alone/I hear the rocks and stones/Echoing my song/I'm coming!

"There's hope and longing and need, there's fear and pain and anger. I can't really articulate how this works so well but it really sells Orpheus's journey down in a single song. Also if you've seen an IRL production of hadestown the light work is just amazing."

[undyingghoul]

It has been a fucking DAY. Dysphoria has smacked me in the face pretty hard and it got me thinking about Tyler and how he'd help. So take these little self-indulgent thoughts I had on the matter of ftm!reader ~~~~~~~~~~ Tyler noticed right away that morning that something was off. The way your tone was, the way you avoided looking in the mirrors, and how your eyes seemed to be glassy. What confirmed his suspicions, though, was how you almost cried when someone addressed you as "ma'am" in passing at the store. He didn't miss the way your bottom lip quivered, or that tiny noise you always make when something strikes you badly. He was quick to gently escort you out of the store and kept his touch light and soft just in case physical touch was bad.

It didn't take long to get back to his house and Tyler was extremely thankful for that. Once he had you inside and the door clicked shut you broke into tears and loud sobs. Tyler moved to stand in front of you. "Oh, my sweet darlin'... I'm so sorry, it breaks my heart to see you like this," He told you as you leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around you. He smoothed a hand over your hair and the other rubbed your back gently as he swayed side to side with you. Between your sobs, you could hear Tyler humming softly until he started to sing to you. "Shake it for the young bucks sittin' in the honky-tonks, for the rednecks rockin' 'til the break of dawn." You laughed a little bit as he started to slowly spin around with you. "For the DJ spinnin' that country song, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon- Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees, shake it for the catfish swimmin' deep down deep in the creek. For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels. Shake it to the moon, shake it for me boy." Tyler pulled away from you and grabbed your hands as he danced what was possibly the stupidest and silliest dance you've ever danced as he sang even louder with a wide grin. "Country boy, shake it for me, boy, shake it for me boy, shake it for me," He continued to sing as he spun you around until he let go of your hand and proceeded to rock his body to mock a shake. Your sobs had turned into loud laughter as you watched Tyler do whatever it was that he was doing in front of you. Tyler broke into his own fit of laughter and couldn't finish his singing and show of dancing. You came over to him and hugged him tightly. "Ugh, damn you and the way you know to make me laugh and get me out of that mindset!" You hissed playfully and smacked his chest gently. Tyler shrugged and smiled at you. "Hey, at least I know what gets you, right?" He shot back with a smirk. You sighed softly and rested your head on his chest. "My pretty boy, you're so handsome, you know that?" Tyler cooed. You nodded against him. "Your brain is just an asshole sometimes. You're the most handsome cowboy I've ever seen in my life, baby, and I'll give that brain of yours a piece of my mind if it ever tells you otherwise." You giggled softly and looked up at Tyler. "Doing better?" He asked softly. "Yeah, thank you," You mumbled softly. Tyler grinned. "Tornadoes aren't the only thing I know how to wrangle, you know," He teased with a wiggle of his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at Tyler and he only laughed.

[samiiy20]

✩ 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗚𝗶 ✩

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: Song mingi x fem! reader 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗲: Smut 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4.1k 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: masturbation, unprotected sex, eating semen, mentions of alcohol 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: After having sex with your friend things get complicated Author's note: THIS IS NOT CORRECTED, I ASK FORGIVENESS BUT I WANTED TO UPLOAD THIS AS A VALENTINE'S SPECIAL

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The music was heard throughout the house but still Mingi's hands on your center made your moans heard throughout the room. You felt the adrenaline running through your veins thinking that they could be discovered, but that also turned you on, imagining that someone saw how your friend gave you pleasure while you writhed against his chest. Your breathing was getting faster and heavier by the weight of his body crushing you against the wall at the same time that he stole the little breath you had left with his kisses.

-I thought that...

-I was kidding?-he finished for you and you could only nod while you held onto his shoulders ripping the shirt he was wearing- you should know by now that I don't joking, how long have you known me?

His voice sounded normal unlike yours that you couldn't even complete a sentence, but he loved to see how you fought with your body to please him anyway even though it was hard for you to do so. Your mouth just sang moans and then you felt his fingers withdraw a little, quickly you grabbed his hand to leave it there and you saw his eyes trying to answer.

-7 years ago? He smiled approaching you, giving you his fingers again, pushing a little hard so that you will moan louder and louder.

-And what did you say a few minutes ago? You didn't want to, nor could you respond, your body trembled and your legs lost strength, but he did the same thing again, trying to take away the source of your pleasure.

-Min...- Mingi stopped the thrusts for you to continue but his fingers kept moving inside you touching that sweet spot that was driving you crazy.

-continue... he snuggled into your neck leaving kisses and marking his teeth a little on your skin, you didn't want to say it, but you knew that if you didn't he would leave you halfway.

-Mingi...he doesn't know...pleasing a girl...

-mjm-his fingers began to massage your clitoris making you lose your mind -do you still think the same?

You didn't want to accept it, you said it playing, but he took it very seriously and now you were melting under him just with his fingers and the thought that they could go further left you exhausted.

He started pumping again and you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, you were about to come but a part of you wanted this to last longer.

-I asked you a question... Your mind was clouded by the pleasure that increased little by little, but you only had to say a single word.

-No

His laughter was present and then he continued rubbing your clitoris with one of his fingers while the others massaged your walls, the liquids you released spilled down your thighs and let the fabric of the dress stick a little to you. Until the last movement your legs did not stop shaking and when you finally released the tension in your body your legs gave way and you fell to the ground.

You were shaking and catching your breath, but Mingi grabbed your face for you to see. You were a bit annoyed by his smile, the way he was teasing you silently, but you also liked that he had finger-fucked you and made you change your mind. He opened your mouth sticking his sticky fingers in and you received them trying to clean them and savoring your juices without saying anything.

-good girl, but listen well-his fingers got deeper touching the end of your tongue- this is just the taste of your lies-he took your fingers out of him abruptly and went to open the door, but before leaving  looked at you smiling.

You stood still reviewing everything that had just happened and you couldn't believe that the friend you had met and this person were the same, even so you loved it and you knew you wanted more.

***

Challenging Mingi had gotten out of hand once but you won't let it happen again, he was your friend and you knew him more than he knew so you would use him against him to change the meaning of this game. Since that day at the party in which I left you thinking and wishing for many things, you decided that it would not stay like this.

Mingi returned to acting normal in front of others, like the good friends they were, but what you didn't know was that memories of that night were running through his mind, he wanted to have you again but he wouldn't admit it, he didn't know why it had bothered him so much your comment, perhaps because you embarrassed him in front of others or because it was you who said it, either way gave way to a phase of him that he didn't know either.

He was upset for leaving you alone after what he did but when he came back you were gone, he wanted to apologize but he felt so ashamed that he preferred to act as if nothing had happened. They hadn't talked about that night for weeks but they noticed how something had changed in you, the tension when you were alone was inevitable and every slight touch of your bodies caused a riot inside.

The day had been hectic and I just wanted to distract you with movies. You thought about calling Mingi even though you doubted it for a minute, but you're still supposed to be friends, right? So without thinking, you just dialed the number you knew by heart and waited.

"Hello?" When you heard his voice, you tensed up, but there was no turning back.

-hello… hey are you free today? The silence on the other end left you wondering if it was a good thing to do and you bit your lip as you waited for an answer.

-ummm yes, what do you plan to do?

"Movie night?" He agreed and suggested that you goes to his house. You hung up doubting but there was nothing to do anymore so you buried your nerves and went to put on something decent.

When you got to his house, he opened you up and you wanted to hug him like before, but you held back and just entered the living room, the TV screen was on and the image of a movie was static.

They joked a bit trying to keep the tension between you from arising but when they sat on the couch they did so as far away from each other as possible. At some point the cold made you lift your feet and place them on top of your friend's legs, they played a bit but you decided that it would be better not to provoke anything and you paid attention to the movie. You had been so entertained by the plot that you didn't notice when Mingi had gone to who knows where, you thought he went to the bathroom so he continued with the plot, until time became longer. You stopped to look for him in the kitchen but he wasn't there, you called out his name but he didn't respond, you searched the house until you reached his room but there was no light, the door was ajar and you could hear slight sighs and a broken voice but you didn't want to assume anything So you were there until you heard your name.

You thought that instinct made you enter, but you did not expect the scene in front of you at all. A Mingi sitting on the edge of the bed with his dick sticking out and his hand around it. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots to find out what he was doing but he gave you a chill when he remembered your name and knew that he was secretly touching himself thinking of you.

Your insides turned and there was that feeling between your legs that you already knew, so you went in learning the light to have a better view of your friend's cock.

"Do you need help?" you asked without thinking too much, getting closer while you noticed his face flushed with embarrassment.

He tried to put on his clothes but you were quicker and stopped him by holding his hands on either side of his legs. You saw him in the eyes and you noticed that sparkle of desire that was there, his breathing was a little irregular and your interior turned on more, you still wanted to have revenge, what better opportunity than now.

You got on your knees, staying in the middle of his legs, noticing how his member, still hard, continued from the stimulation he had given him before. His hands were still locked but he didn't stop you as you touched the tip of him with your lips leaving a small kiss, you looked up as you licked the entire length of him and noticed how he bit his lips. The precum mixed with your saliva and you played by putting the tip in your mouth and sucking it, his moans soon became present and his hands were still at his sides grabbing the sheets.

Your center began to throb along with Mingi's member but you concentrated on continuing to touch pleasure with your mouth while you used to put it all in.

He couldn't resist anymore and he took your hair, raising his hips a little so that you touched bottom, his hand guided your movements on his shaft and his moans became more and more present.

You couldn't keep your hands still and you went to touch his skin under his shirt, scratching it a little. Mingi's head went back saying your name but he wanted to keep watching you lick his member, you felt his body contract and you were desperate for some attention but you ignored your requests accumulate long licks because his moans turned you on too.

Mingi didn't let go of your hair when he felt his cum running into your mouth, you tried to drink it all but a few drops spilled over your lips, your jaw was sore but you endured every last drop. When I took out his member, some traces of his essence spilled down your neck, but the boy's hands were in charge of cleaning it and taking it back to your mouth.

   You didn't look away while his fingers remained on your tongue and you cleaned them just like that time but now with his essence. He looked agitated and his breathing was still ragged, but he felt better unlike you that your pussy had already started to ache from not being released, you had to get out of there as soon as possible. With trembling legs you got up from the floor and left the room but behind you you heard Mingi calling your name, but he reached you before you reached the door.

-I'm talking to you- I claim putting my hands on the sides of your body enclosing you between the wall and his body -Are you leaving? You nodded looking at the ground trying to free yourself but he was stronger than you.

-I have to go.

"But do you want to go?" You looked at him for the first time since you left the room and your insides warmed when he saw his eyes.

You wanted to be by his side, stay with him and not just because of what had happened between you, you had feelings for him before but you were afraid of ruining your friendship but now that something else had happened their friendship went to hell. And you didn't know how to fix it so you would run away like the coward that you were.

You felt enormous pressure in your chest and you didn't know how to get rid of it but you were sure that if you stayed there you would explode, how could you try to push him but he encircled his arms in your body imprisoning you more.

-let me go.

-We have to talk, you know.

-I don't want to-your vision had become blurry and each time it was hard for you to say a word without getting stuck -I just want... I want you.

The boy's arms loosened as he assimilated your words and I couldn't find anything to say to you so he released you, his eyes stung you but you didn't turn back and you came out of there finally shedding the heavy tears that carried your pain.

***

The afternoons locked in your room became normal, a great pressure accumulated in your chest and it grew bigger every day. It was inevitable not to see Mingi at work, but you ignored him as much as you could, he didn't seem to care and it only made you feel worse knowing that he didn't care. They no longer spoke to each other and you tried to keep your eyes from fixing on him, but your heart was crushed every time you heard his voice. The only thing that made you feel better was drowning your sorrows in alcohol, it wasn't right and you knew it but it eased the pain in your tired body a bit, but above all it helped you forget everything you had done wrong.

That night, as was the custom, you decided to open the bottle you had bought, but after a few swallows the artificial medicine had run out.

A little annoyed, you decided to go out to buy more, you went through the aisle full of bottles of different colors and flavors, you took the ones that caught your attention but when you were at the till and they gave you the price you had to leave some.

The cold of the night surprised you and to remove it you began to drink a little of the liquid in the bag but soon you felt relaxedly dizzy until you bumped into someone on the street and almost knocked over the other bottles.

Watch where you're walking, idiot. The boy turned when he made out a particular voice and when you saw him you wished he hadn't. You tried to continue on your way but his hands held you back.

-are you OK?

-that's none of your business. Mingi backed down a bit when he smelled your breath, he didn't expect it at all but he couldn't leave you in that state walking alone through the streets at night.

-let me help you

-Now do you care about me? -You didn't try to free yourself because you had no strength but you let what you had kept out suddenly- after ignoring me for weeks and avoiding me every time I tried to get close?

-I...

-Now you can go, go and do what you have to do, I don't need you.

You managed to get away but the path became blurry and it was hard for you to walk correctly, but you didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or because your body was trembling after letting go of everything, you felt your legs weaken and hesitate with each step but you never reached the ground.

Some arms held you and although you knew who it was, you no longer had the strength to speak, you just let yourself be dragged into the darkness hoping that it could take away the pain too.

When you became conscious again, the warmth of some blankets surrounded your body, but with a throbbing head and a dry mouth. You were in your room, but the lights in the room were on, despite the tiredness that numbed your legs, you slipped away to find out what was happening. The television was on and a body was lying on one of the armchairs, it was writhing from the cold but its eyes were closed, it was Mingi.

You sighed remembering what had happened, as much as you wanted him to leave you couldn't throw him out in the middle of the night, instead you went for a blanket and covered him watching his body relax. You stayed up to put everything in order and when you got to the kitchen you saw the bottles you had bought empty, but with half the money you had spent on the side. You drank water and went to turn off the television, you didn't want to see the boy on the sofa but it was impossible for you. Your heart warmed to notice how his eyes were relaxed, his hair was swept to one side by position, and his lips were slightly parted. Your hands caressed his hair remembering the softness between your fingers and caressing his cheek smiling to contain the desire to cry.

Suddenly his eyes widened and you immediately withdrew your hands, but his went faster causing you to leave them where they were. His fingers were cold and a shiver ran down your spine.

"I'm sorry" you said quietly.

-do you feel better? You nodded and tried to leave but he pulled you making you fall on his chest, his hands encircled your waist and his face landed on your neck

-let me Min...

"I won't let you go again" his words resonated in your head and while you tried to assimilate it I continued "I'm sorry" you stayed still to listen better "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you if I had known what you would do I would never have started that" his breath tickled you but his words reached your ear clearly- I don't know how to make you forgive me, I know that...

-nothing, you don't have to do anything-the boy shut up letting you speak-it was my fault, I should never have let you know what I feel, we would have continued our friendship and having sex from time to time, whatever it takes to have you again...Your tears interrupted the conversation and Mingi sat up also sitting on him, raised your face and wiped your face.

"Don't blame what you feel, it's okay" I hugged you and you sank into his neck filling his clothes with water "actually that made me think a lot of things" you didn't want to listen to him anymore because your mind only thought about what he was going to say next and everything It was pointing to the same thing, you didn't want to lose it again- actually that made me think too much about us, about you.

You stood still but found the strength to speak.

"Me?" You asked as a little girl, looking into his eyes.

-yes, I realized something-you tried to return to your seat but he didn't allow it- I like you too, but I didn't want to accept it-your body stopped reacting and you thought for a moment that he was making fun of you- I was afraid because I didn't see anything that made me think you felt the same way.

You were instantly offended, you actually did a lot of things to make him realize it, but not making it clear to him from the beginning was your fault.

-I should have told you, that just confused you, right?

-I thought they were just coincidences, that you had it just because it was you and nothing else. The tears were gone and instead you laughed at the situation

-you are a fool

-You are dumber.

They laughed but you realized that your heart no longer felt contracted, on the contrary you felt that it was filling up a bit, but you wanted to confirm what he had said.

-so you like me? Mingi denied laughing and taking your face sticking her forehead to yours

-I'm crazy about you.

Your heart had been filled with heat and you felt like it was going to explode, but when he joined his lips to yours your whole body felt a tingle. His lips were soft and moved slowly to remember your taste. You opened your mouth a little more, giving way to his tongue, letting it play with yours, but his hands couldn't stay still and they went down your body to your waist.

Her mouth left your lips down your neck leaving small marks that you would have to cover later but now only made you move your hips feeling how her member was getting hard underneath. Her hands kneaded your buttocks, making you let out a slight moan. His kisses reached the neckline of your blouse, but without warning you took off the garment, showing him your breasts. He stopped to look at them and one of his hands went to unhook your bra, his fingers moved over your nipples and you writhed from the cold of his skin, his mouth went to decorate the other sucking it and making you drop his name.

Your hands caressed her hair but you went to explore her body taking off the sweatshirt she was wearing. You touched his abdomen and caressed his arms while he tasted your breasts. Your body was restless and you could feel your panties getting wet from the friction on his hips. You took one of Mingi's hands and brought it to your pussy so that she would know that you were desperate for it. He moved his fingers a little over his clothes making you want him more.

-Min…-the boy looked at you when he heard his name and you saw how his pupils were dilated from the pleasure in his body-when you fuck me I want to hear you say how much you like me.

Your words ignited something inside the boy and he, with quick movements, lowered his pants a little, letting you do the same. You returned to sit on his now bare legs and your pussy touched his member lubricating it with your juices, he leaned his head on the sofa and took your hips so that you will begin to move, stimulating both of you with the roses.

The inside of you was ready and desperate to be fucked by Mingi's cock. You aligned his member in your hole and slid moaning as you felt your walls stretch and he bottomed out.

"You feel so good" Han moaned seeing how their bodies were connected. She touched your buttocks and then spanked them so that you would start to move, she was delighted to see how your pussy received her member and made you moan. She let you set the pace while she played between your breasts with one of her hands and the other went to look for your clitoris to rub it. Her lips joined and shared sighs every time you felt how your interior widened. Your legs began to burn and tremble but you also felt how the heat in your heart had spread throughout your body as you felt all of him.

-Tell me Mingi... Tell me how much you liked it.

-a lot...

-look at me-the boy obeyed - what would you do for me?

"Whatever," he answered automatically and you slowly fell on his member, generating more pleasure in both of you, "I love you so much."

-I want your semen in me.

-take it.

You felt how his member began to throb and how your walls struggled to squeeze it and in awkward and tired movements you felt how Mingi's body was reaching its limit, and yours too, but you forced yourself to continue until Mingi breathed her last, leaving spilling his liquid inside you, everything spilled out of his legs but his fingers did not leave your clitoris until you also squirmed, squeezing his member still in you, letting him spill everything that was left inside.

You sought comfort in his neck and his hands caressed your back while you caught your breath, they were still holding each other but you could feel his heart beating fast even after regulating your breathing and you smiled as you left kisses on his skin

-you tickle me.

You kept playing for a bit until you had enough. You didn't want to retire but your legs were beginning to go numb and when you stood up the liquids that had remained inside you spilled down your thighs while Mingi saw everything and felt how his member began to riot again.

"Let's get clean," you proposed, extending his hand and he took it, letting himself be carried away by a promise that they knew they would not keep because they would get dirty again later.

[jinisnuggets]

𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝔻𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵘᵇ! ˢᵉᵒʰᵒ ˣ ᵈᵒᵐ! ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 0.8ᵏ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʳᵉᵐᵉ ᵖⁱᵉˢ, ˢᵉⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵒʰᵒ, ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ, ʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏ ˢᵉˣ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵖᵘⁿⁱˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ.

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗ, ˢᵉᵒʰᵒ ᶜᵃᵐ��� ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ, ᵃˢᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʳⁱᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ.

ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ

You glanced over at your out of breath boyfriend, sweaty, and panting.

"You okay?"

You asked to your boyfriend who was laying right under you looking down.

"Yes…continue please."

You moved you hand up and down of your boyfriend's rock hard cock, as he made small moans and squeezed the bedsheets.

"So pretty for me.."

Oneus had recently held a concert, of course you didn't miss it. You watched the stage and heard screams while you were swinging your lightstick that you had in your hand.

You watched proudly as you heard your boyfriend's beautiful vocals across the stage, gosh they were gorgeous.

He ran across the stage, cheered the audience when he sang, even rapped.

Getting home, you sat down ordered food and ate as you watched tv.

You weren't surprised when your boyfriend got home, looking worn out and tired. He hugged you from behind, kissed your ear, so close you could feel his breath. You then heard his soft, shakey voice say..

"Could you take care of me tonight?"

you wondered how you got here, before recalling the scene, looking at your boyfriend under you as he released a bit of pre-cum. Damn he was pretty…

"Babe…please touch me more…I wanna cum.."

"Not yet… I promise you will soon."

"Princess! Please.."

"Be patient.."

You slided your hand down and started fingering him, he moaned loudly as you took your fingers in and out of him, he loved these feelings the most.

"Seoho… baby.. don't cum okay? I'm not done with you."

Seoho nodded before he threw his head back and let out a loud moan.

You had hit his spot.

Taking advantage of his reaction you constantly pushed in and out aggressively trying to hit his weakness as many times as possible.

He moaned repeatedly, getting louder each time you taunted him.

However, this wasn't just pleasure for him… he felt his walls clench around your fingers and his dick twitch, he sat up straight hoping it would help, but no… he couldn't have been more wrong..

He moaned loudly, you were almost sure the noise might have even been heard from outside the house, however when you looked up about to scold him for his loudness, you saw Seoho covering his face and a waterfall of cum extending from his tip to his stomach and bottom.

"I told you not to cum!"

"I'm sorry master, I couldn't help it...! It won't happen again!"

You sighed while looking up at him.

"Oh Seoho.. you need punishment…"

"Wait! Master! I promise I will listen-"

You started slapping Seoho's cock as you noticed it start lifting up again from it's softened state, Seoho whined and pleaded for you to stop and calm down, promising you he would never cum without permission again.

Eventually your boyfriend's eyes started to water, as he started to let out his 2nd orgasm of the night, constantly releasing small bits with every hit.

"Please… baby… stop…"

Tears fell from his eyes, feeling pity for being so harsh with the boy, you bent down and started giving his sensitive cock a small taste.

"Wait!"

You adjusted his huge cock inside of your mouth and started moving your hand up and down, absolutely loving the sound of his moans calling your name as he begged for you to give him a moment.

"Babe. Be quiet, or I'll punish you again.."

He was suddenly frozen by your words, he no longer begged you to stop. He thrusted his hips into your mouth, letting out small moans and whines throughout the process.

"Mommy… can I put it inside of you?"

You looked up at him, you were fully dressed, however Seoho was completely bare and exposed.

"Okay.. you've been good."

Seoho's lifted himself with the little energy he had left, moving on top of you and clenching your thighs tightly.

He made you comfortable as he then gripped his dick into his hand to line it up with you, even his own touch made him moan loudly because of how sensitive he was.

He found the spot and shoved himself in, he showed no mercy, constantly pushing himself into you with his huge dick.

You had to admit, it did hurt. However the pain quickly became pleasure as you started crying out harshly.

"You're doing so well…just like that babe… just like that…"

Your boyfriend grunted as he took himself to the edge and was close to his 3rd orgasm of the night.

"Not yet darling… let me cum too.."

You read his drunked expression so easily, his eyes rolled back as he held himself from cumming, wanting to listen to you this time.

He moved harder and faster, becoming impatient.

"I'm so close Seoho…"

That was all he needed to be able to speed his pace to a godly speed, eventually making you spill all over his dick. Upon the warm feeling of your insides, Seoho quickly removed himself from your insides in order to cum, barely making it outside of you in time.

He pulled you into a hug and fell asleep, you smiled at your tired boyfriend.

"Sleep well my love."

[myrathefarmer]

♾️ (^_^)

“But he sang louder and louder inside the house, And no I couldn't get him out”

‘Bird Song’ by Florence + The Machine

I just picked the first line of this section, but I love how quickly it escalates :DDD this is one of my favorite Florence + The Machine songs!

[mr-tll]

mlvlnt ep26. do you see this. do you. he sang about what i'd become? he sang lounder and louder inside the house, and no i couldn't get him out? i'm so okay about this song.

[dreadgloom]

SONG CHALLENGE

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

Work Song - Hozier | When my time comes around / Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth / No grave can hold my body down / I'll crawl home to her

VOID - Melanie Martinez | Pipe down with the noise, I cannot bear my sorrow / I hate who I was before / I fear I won't live to see the day tomorrow / Someone tell me if this is Hell

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine | Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father / Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers / Leave all your love and your longing behind / You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

Stay Gold - First Aid Kit | What if our hard work ends in despair? / What if the road won't take me there? / Oh, I wish, for once, we could stay gold / What if to love and be loved is not enough? / What if I fall and can't bear to get up? / Oh, I wish, for once, we could stay gold / We could stay gold

Ring Ring (feat. Clever) - Juice WRLD | Something ain't right with my mind so I lost it / Drugs turn my knob, then I run, that's a faucet / But it ain't water, it's wine / I'm tired, I'm tired of gettin' high, It's exhausting / I was told it gets better with time

Bird Song - Florence + The Machine | But he sang louder and louder inside the house, / And no I couldn't get him out / So I trapped him under a cardboard box / Stood on it to make him stop

DEATH - Melanie Martinez | They're carving my name in the grave again / The flowers are fresh and their faces wet / My body has died but I'm still alive / Look over your shoulder, I'm back from the dead

tagged by: @ode-of-odr

tagging: @necromanticdancer @cicero-the-assassin @decidentia (Farkas) @doighnadair @elkenbulwark and anyone else that wants to do this!!

[supermacaquecool]

I'm going to indulge a bit and ask Nanami Kiryu cause I've been thinking about her recently.

2/3/7/10

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

Hmm this is pretty hard because her introduction is shoujo mean girl melodrama And then one of the eps that pissed me OFF the most on first watch (ep06). I was quite uncomfortable with her screen time at first but... I think it wasn't after one of her eps per se, but in the break I took after Wakaba's duel, must have been a month. Everything was simmering in the bg, but especially the Black Rose saga. Tsuwabuki's episode tortured me in a really good way, so I think I started to feel really invested in her tragedy (Tsuwabuki's duel contextualized alongside the cow ep is Such a Doozy). So yeah, in that break when things started to fall in place in the back of my mind, I was 'ready' to return to the last stretch of the series and really feel for her.

3. A song that reminds me of them

Heh I got a few! Linking my two favorites.

Bird song by Florence + The Machine

But he sang louder and louder inside the house,

And now I couldn't get him out

So I trapped him under a cardboard box

Stood on it to make him stop

I picked up the bird and above the din I said

That's the last song you'll ever sing

Held him down, broke his neck,

Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget

Monster by Paloma Faith

You told me I was everything you need

Made me feel I could do no wrong, do no wrong

You used to watch me hurt, used to watch me bleed

Bet you'll miss me when I'm gone, when I'm gone

(When I'm gone, when I'm gone)

7. A quote of them that you remember

That stupid ball exchange with Juri in the egg episode jskskkd "Your ball?! (egg)" "My ball. (bowling ball) " 😂😂

10. Describe the character in one sentence

Silliest most horrible and thematically central hellion.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

he sang louder and louder inside the house, and no i couldn't get him out

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows (Shadow and Bone TV) Summary: Wylan isn't used to loud noises, despite being a chemist and coming from a home with an abusive father. Kaz is always loud, but not in the same way that sounds are. He kind of likes it. Warnings: Sexual situations, masturbation, and background implied polyamory Word Count: 8,226 Ship(s): Wylan Van Eck/Kaz Brekker

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A/N: So I had this idea before I had consumed anything other than the show, which means that while there might be tiny bit of book stuff splattered throughout, it's primarily the show. Also, I didn't intend for it to turn out as sexual as it did but then their interaction became more and more sexual as time went on and now we're here. I hope you guys enjoy this weird little character piece that I wrote! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Wylan may not have been able to read, but he was still very smart.

His father had tried to convince him of his stupidity his entire life. He knew that it was true when it came to reading and writing, but he was still able to excel in science and music. It turned out to be true when it came to learning about people and the culture of a new place, as well.

He had been a fast learner when he was working out his new life in the Barrel. He had learned first that no one was to be trusted at face value, to always look at someone’s hand, and to assess what their body language meant when their sweet words sounded too good to be true. He had learned how to read people that he couldn’t see during the second week that he lived in his boarding room. He could tell how tall someone was, how quickly they were walking, and what their intentions were from their footsteps alone.

The clacking of a cane and a pair of good shoes behind him was brought to his attention as soon as he turned out of the main street where he worked. When he had first begun to search for work he hadn’t thought about picking some place like the local tannery, but it only made sense given his penchant for science and his illiteracy. It was good work that he usually enjoyed, even if he wished that he could be putting his talents with chemicals to slightly better use.

Wylan clocked that the person behind him was following him the second that he turned the corner and the sound followed. Something would have changed slightly if the person had continued straight, further into the merchant lined street to do window shopping. The fact that the steps had continued at the exact same pace as they had before told him that they were going to be turning the corner together.

It was the second time that he had ever been followed home, and he had learned from the first. 

The first time that he had been followed, he had just rushed up to his room and desperately tried to lock the door with the foolish hope that the boarding house master would somehow stop the person that was following after him. He still had a broken rib halfway through the last stage of healing to prove why that hadn’t worked.

He had changed how he was going to deal with that specific situation soon after. Wylan walked into the front of the boarding house just long enough that whoever was following him hung back past the door. He darted around the corner and hid in an alcove until another one of the tenants of the boarding house left, giving a reasonable pair of footsteps for his attacker to pursue. 

He then immediately slipped back out of the boarding house and walked around the back. Raising his arms above his head hurt and ached, uncomfortable because of the broken bone deep in his sternum, but he had gotten very good at ignoring pain. He placed his fingers securely around a brick above his head and then planted his feet on the wall. With measured movements and expert amounts of precision, he scaled the wall until he was finally up at his window.

Wylan grasped the window to his room, the one closer to the left side of the building. He had two windows that overlooked the city from the main part of the room that he had rented but only one of them was prepared for this seemingly inevitable eventuality. He had memorized the outside and inside of it so that he could be fully prepared, never doing anything halfway.

He pushed the glass upwards silently until it was behind the second half of the window. He pulled himself up so that his heels were resting on the edge of the sil while he felt around for the elongated piece of metal. It was sharpened but thin enough that it would be easy to hide within the frame without being noticed.

As soon as it was properly palmed, hidden away but quickly available when he needed to use it, he slipped the rest of his body so that he was inside of his room. He set his feet carefully down on the ground so that they made as little sound as possible. The wind whistled around the building outside and ruffled his jacket just enough that he was worried he might be found out, but the man currently stalking around his apartment hadn’t even turned to face him.

He stood up and then moved away from the window. It took three steps before he was up behind the intruder, the makeshift knife pressed into the hollow of his back. The man was at least six inches taller than him, which decreased the intimidation factor that he had been trying to go for. He didn’t think about it too much as he hissed, “If you want to steal something then you came to the wrong boarding house.”

“I didn’t come to steal anything,” the man replied, his voice dark and raspy in a way that spoke to something feral in the back of Wylan’s mind. Suddenly they flipped over so that the man that had broken into his home was on the advance and Wylan was protecting himself.

It was all very reminiscent of what had happened the first time that someone had broken into his place, but somehow it felt like more was on the line. It might have been simply because he had more things than the bare bones that had lined his rented room back when he could afford basically nothing. On the other hand, something in the back of his mind was whispering that it was different than that. It meant more than just paltry possessions, but it refused to tell him exactly what.

The man reached up so that he was grabbing Wylan’s wrist, squeezing once so that the smaller of the two was forced to drop the shiv that he had been grasping for dear life. The man’s other hand moved down to his hip, causing the cane that he had been holding to clatter noisily down to the ground. They took a step and a half backwards before Wylan’s back was pressed against the wall of his apartment, right next to the window that he had snuck through.

“I have to admit, you do have a rather good plan set up if you were to try that on anyone other than me,” the man whispered. 

They were in just the right spot that the light from the moon and lanterns down below poured onto his face, allowing Wylan to finally see who had been following him all the way from his work. He had sharp cheekbones and jawline, smoothe and pale skin that was almost golden underneath, with a small scar just above his lip and stretching over his cheek. He was ruggedly handsome in an objective way, but his eyes were so darkly dangerous that they made gooseflesh appear on the edges of Wylan’s arms.

The first thing that he noticed sensationally was the fact that the man was wearing gloves. Wylan had spent enough time making leather at this point to know that they were high quality, better than a lot of items that the scum of the Barrel were usually able to pay for. The leather had obviously been made from a healthier animal than the tannery were used to using given the thickness of it against his skin. The pair had been made by someone that had to have specialized in gloves based on the way that the seams felt, smooth compared to the rest of the garment and also fitting perfectly to the hand inside.

“W-what do you want from me then?” Wylan asked. His eyes refused to meet the other man’s and his voice warbled as it emitted from his throat. He cleared it to try and stabilize the sound for the next time that he had to speak, despite knowing it wasn’t going to work. Fear, adrenaline, and a slight bit of arousal were mixing deep inside of his stomach.

The man on top of him suddenly released him, allowing his body to slump back against the wall like it already would have had he been holding himself up. He sucked in a breath when he realized that he had breathed out a long time ago and had never bothered with the other half of the mechanism. His heart was thrumming loud enough in his veins that any Heartrender within a mile of his room would be able to hear him.

Wylan slowly picked himself up, wringing his hands in front of him as he watched every minute movement that his attacker made. For some reason, he didn’t think that it was important to reach down for the shiv that was still laying uselessly on the floor. He began to wring his hands in front of him as he walked forward, towards his workbench.

Wylan had always had a bad habit of bringing his work home with him. That used to mean that he brought his homework back with him to his room, studying under the smallest flickering candle that wouldn’t let anyone know what he was doing until he literally fell asleep on top of it. Now it meant that he had dozens of beakers filled with chemicals of all sorts, some of which had been boiling for days and were finally getting down to the remnants that he could actually use for something. He didn’t know what yet, but he liked the freedom to experiment now that he was no longer under his father’s thumb.

The man stopped and ran the tip of his gloved index finger over the edge of one of Wylan’s beakers. “I was hoping that you could make me something.”

“Make you something?” Wylan repeated, his eyes glues on the pair of gloves and refusing to move. 

“Yes,” the man replied. “I need a couple of light bombs. Something that will cause a big show of exploding and possibly blind onlookers for a time but nothing that would do physical harm to them.”

“Th-then you need a phosphorus bomb,” Wylan replied quickly. He grabbed the bottle that the man was playing with away from him so that he didn’t shake it too much in a certain direction, which would have caused it to explode.

“Are you offering to make them for me, little magpie?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. He looked like some of the birds that Wylan had seen in the gardens from his tutor rooms before everything had gone to shit. 

He twitched slightly as he let his eyes flit over the bottles and beakers to make sure that they were all there and accounted for. He had a couple that were placed in locations that were more likely to get picked up, which he had done on purpose. If the man in front of him hadn’t been proposing a job that he desperately needed then he would have simply let him pick up one of those beakers and then suffer the consequences that it would bring him. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to work with you when I don’t even know who you are,” he mumbled.

Wylan had a sneaking suspicion as he got a better look at the cane. It was a deep black wood on the base and then an ornate, carved bird head with at least a facade of gold for the handle. The gloves that rested on top of it was the second clue that he got, but it simply just made him more suspicious instead of cluing him in properly.

“I think that you know, Wylan. You simply don’t want to be all that aware so you refuse to say it,” he replied.

The smaller of the two swallowed harshly. He didn’t know why, but the other man’s voice and the way that he was speaking were doing something to him. His body was quivering slightly in the too big clothing that he was using to hide his skinny frame from his boss and onlookers that might use it as a weakness. The most embarrassing thing was the way that his cock twitched in his pants, pressing against the center seam as it began to harden with every word that was spoken to him. He had never been that prone to falling to someone or being seduced that easily, but the man in front of him was different.

He listened to the sound of a cane hitting the wood of his floor and steps following after them as the other man made his way around the table and then paused. “Tell me, who do you think I am?”

“The Bastard of the Barrel, the owner of the Crow Club,” Wylan replied, his voice almost catching on his lips as he forced himself to get the words out.

“That’s right. Well done, magpie,” Kaz replied as a sick smirk grew over his perfect, thin lips. It stretched the scar there in a way that Wylan longed to feel under his fingers the same way that he did the strings of an instrument.

Wylan resisted the urge to preen at the praise. He knew that Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, was a dangerous man. The Crow Club was a place that many people visited when they wanted one of the smaller establishments that felt more intimate or didn’t want to be under Pekka Rollins’ rule. Wylan had ventured through the doors of the club for only a moment before the smell of tobacco leaf and alcohol had overwhelmed him. He had only been living in the Barrel for a couple of weeks at that point, he knew he’d be able to handle it better now. 

Still, he had been warned away from that place by the people that he had talked to. He had been warned that Kaz Brekker was in the business of renting an indentured Wraith that he used liberally, just as he did his gunslinger, on people that wronged him.

“Why are you coming to someone like me to fill this job? I think that you know people that are far more skilled in this kind of thing than I am,” he mumbled as he stared down at his table again. He was fiddling with the edge where some of the wood was beginning to splinted from how often his belt buckle had knocked against it while he was working.

“I’m coming to you because I know that you’re strapped for kruge and you don’t want to be involved in my world, so you’ll be discreet,” Kaz replied easily. His gloved hands were grasping tightly around his cane as he advanced on the smaller man. “Am I wrong?”

He didn’t want to admit it. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realized just how correct the other man was. He was making a good deal of money with his work at the tannery, but it wasn’t enough to support him in a cutthroat city like Ketterdam. He could go without meals, Ghezen knew that he had done it enough when he wasn’t making enough academic progress, but he couldn’t lose the roof above his head. The Barrel wasn’t really the type of place where anyone could get away with sleeping in the streets if they wanted to keep their dignity and personhood.

Wylan grit his teeth as he realized just how correct Kaz had been on literally every single front. He didn’t want to get involved in the crime part of the Barrel even if he was stuck in the destitution of it, so it was unlikely that he was going to get involved with even more criminals. “The job that you’re working on right now has to be pretty busy if you’re willing to put your trust in someone completely new,” he said, glancing at Kaz out of the corner of his eye to gauge his reaction.

The other man finished the walk around the table that he had been doing, stopping so that he was beside Wylan. He reached up and past him, grasping at another one of the vials as he said, “Correct again, magpie. Which is why I’m willing to pay you a little bit extra to make sure that you keep quiet about this no matter who comes knocking at your door.”

“I wouldn’t be able to tell them anything about it anyway,” Wylan replied bitterly. He didn’t want to be involved in this kind of thing, he had grown up hearing about the kind of degeneracy and immoral things that came with the criminal life, which is why he had worked so hard to stay on the straight and narrow despite everything that his life seemed determined to throw at him.

Something in the back of his mind, a very quiet voice, was letting him know that he liked it. He could feel the phantom brushes of clothing from Kaz’s arm every time the other man moved around him, the illusion of breath against his face and neck and hair as they spoke to each other. It sent thrums of fear and adrenaline through his body in a way that he had never experienced before.

Wylan may not have had a lot of practice with it, but he had had sex before. He knew what it was like to see a very handsome man and be attracted to him to the point where the butterflies in his stomach had turned into blood flowing to his dick. He had been in the bedroom with both women and men and discovered what he preferred, usually with a blush plastered to as much skin as possible and the awkwardness pouring from him in waves.

This felt so similar to that and yet so different. He was unable to muffle down the gasp that pushed its way out of him in a millisecond as one of Kaz’s gloved hands touched his back and tilted him slightly forward so that he was touching the table with his stomach. His cock was straining against the inside of his pants, pressing so hard against the seam that he was surprised he hadn’t already popped a couple of the stitches.

“So what do you say?” Kaz asked.

“Mm?” Wylan asked, blinking as he tried to come back into his mind. His thoughts had all been replaced by white hot static as he suddenly realized just how aroused and sexually frustrated he was. Kaz may not have been conventionally attractive the same way that a lot of the people he had been forced to deal with when he was back with his father, but he was alluring and dangerous. He was something that Wylan shouldn’t have been interacting with and that by itself was appealing, ignoring the other layer of captivating mystique that Kaz brought everywhere with him.

Kaz moved away and suddenly Wylan felt like he was dying. The places where they had almost been brushing up against each other were absent of the warmth from the other man, but still buzzing with a magical lightning that Wylan had never felt before.

He resisted the urge to whimper as he turned so that he was properly facing the criminal. “Are you willing to work with me, little magpie?”

“What do you need from me, exactly?”

That short sentence felt like it was cementing him to an early grave more than anything he had ever done. It was worse than when he had decided that he was going to stay in the Barrel instead of moving anywhere else to find safety. Yet somehow, it also felt like it was breathing life into a part of himself that he had been denying since he was old enough to begin understanding the world around him. 

“Three of those bombs that you mentioned. I’m willing to reward you handsomely for it,” Kaz purred, his voice silky against Wylan’s ears despite the rasp that clung to every word like it was created to be there.

“Right,” he nodded. “When do you need them by?”

“I’ll come by by the eighth bell. I’m sure you won’t mind, right, magpie? I know you don’t work tomorrow. You never work on the last day of the week,” Kaz smirked as he spoke. Wylan knew that he had seen some kind of flicker of recognition or understanding in the other man that had clued him in to the fact that he was correct. He both hated and adored that the other could read him so easily, which was a very conflicting emotion to have to dig through when he was as hard as he was.

Discussing business while experiencing the worst orgasm denial that he had ever given himself wasn’t something that he had ever anticipated happening to him in his life. Wylan wondered if this was something that Kaz did with every other person that he encountered, riling them up so that their blood was in their cocks instead of their minds so that they’d be more pliable under his dirty hands.

“I’ll have them ready for you by tomorrow morning. It’s just a one time thing, right?” Wylan nodded the final confirmation. He was trying so hard to make sure that his voice was steady and the waver of arousal wouldn’t give him away.

He stayed where he was, his hands grasping the edge of the table like he was going to slip away into nothing if he didn’t have something physical to hold onto. Kaz pulled even further away from him, which made something deep inside of his chest ache with need. Wylan only tilted his head up when he heard the clacking of the cane making its way up the short set of stairs from his work area to the foyer of his room. He turned properly so that he could watch the other man leave him blissfully and heart wrenchingly alone in his own space.

Slowly, he collapsed down to the ground so that his back was pressed against the leg of the table for some kind of semblance of support. His hand was shaking as he removed it from the edge of the wooden mass behind him and then flopped it across his stomach. His breath hitched in his throat as he began to let his hands wander slowly down towards where his erection was refusing to leave.

Usually when he started thinking about work he’d be flaccid in no time, but nothing was working. Kaz had riled him up too much, he was going to have to get rid of his problem before he worked on the second one that he had gotten himself into.

Wylan’s fingers paused when they got to his belt buckle as he contemplated on whether or not he was actually going to go through with what he had promised. He didn’t really see an alternative, since it would likely result in his death if he suddenly refused to give the notorious Dirtyhands what he had paid for.

“Think later,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. Talking out loud had always helped him process things that stuck to the forefront of his mind and refused to leave him alone, which was a lot more accepted when he lived alone.

He whimpered slightly as the buckle of his belt pressed against his cock. All of his thoughts were focused down onto the problem at hand instead of thinking about everything else he had to do. His fingers fumbled for just a moment as his body was vibrating with the excitement of the promise he had made to not only Kaz, but to himself.

He grasped the belt buckle and slipped the leather through until he held half of it in each of his hands. He tossed them as far out to the sides as they would go while still stuck in the cloth loops on his pants. He undid both of the buttons holding the garment together and then shoved it down until his white underthings were on display. A second later, his dexterous fingers had slipped underneath the material and shoved it down as well.

His mind was just enough his own that he had the common sense to move onto his knees. One hand was grasping his workspace again to keep him steadily upright while the other focused on the burning arousal.

Wylan let his eyes drip shut as his mind replayed what had just happened to him over and over again. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock as he vividly replayed the way that Kaz’s lips had looked when he spoke to the other, the gravely sound of his voice as it left his throat. He wondered what it would feel like to have those vibrations passing through him, either with a kiss on his skin or by having those thin lips wrapped around his swollen member.

A small gasp passed through his own lips as a shock of pleasure rushed through his system. He was very familiar with that feeling, having spent more nights alone while frustrated about pretty serving boys and visiting merchers than he wanted to admit to himself. 

He thrust downward into nothing, his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock. Wylan didn’t think that he was going to last very long if he gave into his every single whim, so he decided that he was going to stretch it out at least a little bit. He ran his hand down the underside of his cock until the edge of his finger caught along the head. 

He let out another shaky breath and then wrapped his fingers around the tip, pressing his thumb onto the top. “Shit,” he whimpered as he brushed the side of his nail against the slit of his cock, smearing the precum that was already beading there onto more of his skin. He wondered what it would feel like to have Kaz’s gloves in place of his own nail and finger, the seams brushing across the sensitive foreskin and underside of his cockhead.

Wylan whimpered and thrust forward with a smooth movement. His body was lithe and graceful, despite all of the shaking that his frame was doing to hold himself back from going wild. “Come on, come one,” he gasped as his hand slipped all the way down his cock again, settling at the base.

He spread his legs apart so that he was supporting himself while still pointing his erection down towards the ground to try and prevent the precum from getting his only clean set of clothes dirty. He took his other hand slowly off of the table next to him and delved into his pants and underthings, pressing the palm to his scrotum.

Vividly, his mind began to show him what it would be like to have that cane, the noise of which was still ringing through his head despite the other man’s departure, pressing where his hand was. He whimpered and thrust down into nothing a few more times before he began to pump his hand up and down his cock.

His breath hitched and sped up as the pleasure began to build in his gut. His hips were working in tandem with himself, thrusting down into the hand pressing to his balls while also up into the hand wrapped loosely around his cock. Each movement that he made added to the heat that was already pouring into his veins. It was making his shaking body tense and quiver more than it had before, threatening to release at any moment. He could feel the beginning of an orgasm building inside of him until he was sure that he was going to explode.

Unable to keep any sounds back whatsoever, the moans forced their way out of his mouth before he even clocked what was happening. He had been breathing in and out heavily through his nose when he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to be holding his breath but now he drew air in through his mouth, choking back the spit that had pooled there. He was completely unable to form words but the sounds that were being drawn from him by his own hand was enough to show how heavily he had been torn apart.

His body loosened when his orgasm rolled over him. His cock twitched twice in his hand, his palm halfway down the shaft and now stuck there while he dealt with the almost overwhelming feeling. Pearly white cum poured out of him in even stripes as shocks of pleasure rocked through his system. He had been smart enough at the beginning to move himself so that it was all dripped down onto the wooden floor instead of his clothing, something that he was grateful for when he came back to himself.

His mind had been full of static while he had been grasping the fact that he had just gotten so turned on by a visit from a criminal and the charged energy between them that he had jerked off without even getting into his bed. He came back to himself as soon as his toes uncurled and he realized that he was very uncomfortable on the ground.

He moved his hand up his cock, wiping off the remnants of the cum, and then stuffed himself back into his pants properly. He cleaned up his hand and the floor before he turned back to his workbench so that he could do as he had been asked.

---

“I promised I wouldn’t do it again.”

The words felt like a lie as they rolled off of Wylan’s tongue, but he had meant them. He hadn’t promised anyone but himself and he was notorious for breaking the oaths that he swore in his own mind. Usually they had something to do with jobs that he was going to force himself to take for his own comfort or things that he wasn’t going to do because they made his skin feel like living snakes.

Still, having the man that had stolen his heart from inside of his chest standing in front of him made it hard to want to keep the promise whatsoever. Usually he had a little bit of fight in him even if a single growl in his stomach or the impulsive part of his brain shouting a little too loud made him fold. This was one that he had said he was going to have to keep to himself for his own sanity and safety, but it was so hard to want to keep it.

Kaz Brekker was standing in the middle of his laboratory in all of his Bastard of the Barrel glory. He was wearing a pair of straight legged black pants with a black leather belt that had a rather ornate looking golden buckle. Wylan could only see part of the curving design from underneath the patterned blue vest. His jacket had a popped collar and pressed sleeves, leading down to the leather gloves that always covered the flexing tendons in his hands. He had a hat perched over his carefully slicked back hair and his cane clutched faithfully by his side.

Wylan shouldn’t have been paying that much attention to what the other man was wearing, nor should he have let that influence his judgment in the slightest. It was well known that he wasn’t very good when it came to impulse control, though.

“I think that perhaps you didn’t mean it,” Kaz drawled lowly. He took a step forward, the clank of the hard metal tip of the cane sounding at the same time of the click of his shoe. So many of them in the higher parts of society had carried a cane with them as a fashion statement, but Kaz walked like it was another part of his body.

Wylan’s mind thought back to when he had taken the first job, the flash of the cool cane against one part of his body while the leather of his gloves traced over another. It made goosebumps raise on the flesh hidden under his baggy shirt and a flush raise to his cheeks. 

“I did- I did mean it,” he replied as he cleared his throat awkwardly. 

By the time that he got over his cowardice enough to look at his bad decision in the eye, Kaz had already rounded the table so that he was standing in front of Wylan. The smaller man kept his head pointed towards his experiments, as if he was watching the bubbling and smoking glasses to make sure that they didn’t erupt instead of refusing to look at Kaz for fear of losing what little resolve he had left.

“When was the last time that you ate, my dear?” the criminal asked, the nickname making Wylan’s heart flutter in his chest.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” he mumbled.

He could feel the cool leather of the glove trailing over the table, getting closer and closer to where his hands had been absently trailing over the grain to give himself something to do. “Of course it’s relevant,” Kaz replied softly.

Someone with as much fire and vitriol inside of them shouldn’t have been allowed to be so tender, in Wylan’s opinion. He felt like he was turning to oil the same way that butter did when left out underneath the sunlight. The thought of that, half melted butter spread out over old bread rounds, made his stomach growl obnoxiously loudly.

“I don’t like it when my things aren’t well taken care of. If you do this job, then you will become one of my investments. I will make sure that you want for nothing. Understood?” Kaz asked. The trailing hand on the table stopped mere millimeters away from Wylan’s hand. He could feel where the air had been pushed to the side to make room for the other man and yet they were still far enough away that he felt like his body was going to compress and shrivel up with want.

It took him a moment to steady his breathing and ignore the way that he was becoming painfully aroused in his pants, just like he had last time. He shouldn’t have been riled up by something so small, but the bird that had flown through his window all those weeks ago was still driving him insane.

“How did the phosphorus bombs I gave you work?” he asked instead. He tilted his head even further away from Kaz, refusing to look at him so that he could keep the walls around his heart up for a little bit longer. He took several deliberate steps away from the table so that he was on the other side and began to fiddle with a few bottles he had placed out for another project he was working on. “Did I pack enough in?”

“Of course you did, Wylan,” Kaz replied.

His name on the other man’s lips was enough to make what little was left of his resolve on one specific thing to disappear like the last ice on top of a lake on the first day of summer. His heart throbbed in his chest and his stomach flipped with arousal and desperation. The muscles that had been tensed up to try and protect him at least a little bit loosened enough that his entire body began to quiver.

Wylan wasn’t given the chance to say or do anything before more words were pouring from the other man’s mouth, wrapping around him and consuming his flesh. 

“I wish that you had more confidence in yourself. I know that you are aware of my reputation and who I am, so you should also know that by working with you, I have decided that you are worthy of my time and money,” Kaz let out a little sigh. “You’re a worthy investment only because you are capable, magpie.”

“I…” he couldn’t make any of the words caught in his throat bubble up to the surface like he desperately wanted them to. He was trapped in the fugue state as everything that the other man was beginning to consume him. The natural musk of his body mixed with his cologne to create a hypnotic, drugging effect on Wylan whenever the other man moved so that he could catch a whiff of it. The push and pull of their bodies around the table was addictive in a way that no substance, natural or man made, could ever be.

“I’ve offered to add you to my flock, you know,” Kaz murmured. Wylan could feel his breath against the back of his neck, sending up the hairs so that they were standing on end. He was so painfully aroused, it almost felt as though he was going to explode on the spot. He certainly hoped that he didn’t, he was wearing the only pair of clean clothing that he had on him and he wasn’t able to afford so much as food, let alone a place in the wash house so that he could clean anything he soiled.

“O-oh?” Wylan asked, his eyes finally darting back towards Kaz. His heart leapt up into his throat the moment at that his own locked with those dark, dangerous brown eyes.

Finally, a touch was laid upon his skin. It wasn’t what he had been expecting since their first interaction had gone much like the second had, but with Kaz leaving quickly after giving him the order of what he would need. It wasn’t something that he didn’t want, but it did make him suck in a surprised breath and stumble forward towards the table.

The smooth leather of the other man’s glove ran over the skin of his cheek and down to his neck. He couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side, much like he did when he was thinking. The seams of the gloves pressed into the rivulets of sweat that had begun to drip down from the base of his hairline. He could feel his cock straining so hard in his pants that he felt as though he were losing all of the blood in his body just to the one organ.

Kaz trailed his hand down the side of Wylan’s face and neck until he stopped at the juncture of his shoulder. He grasped at the space there, giving a tense squeeze while his thumb slipped around to Wylan’s throat. It pressed further into the sensitive skin until it caused some barely uncomfortable pulling a delicious pressure.

A strangled mewl forced its way through his crushed larynx before he had the chance to try and force it back down. The arousal burning in his gut had intensified even more than it had the last time that Kaz had been at his apartment and he was noticing all of those small things.

“You’re a good boy, Wylan,” Kaz whispered, the huskiness of his voice sending another shiver throughout him. “You saved my life, you know.”

“I-I did?” Wylan asked, trying to keep some semblance of dignity despite the way that he was falling apart in the hands of the other man. He felt the cane in Kaz’s hand tilt towards him slightly so that the wood was pressing against his skin through the cloth of his pants. He whimpered again and tried to not let his legs cave in.

The other man chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound that made the bead of precum already forming on the head of Wylan’s dick spill over so that it ran uncomfortably down his shaft until it was caught by his underthings. “You know what I like to do with people that serve me well, don’t you?”

“N-no,” Wylan shook his head. The only rumors that he had ever heard about Kaz had to do with what happened when he was crossed, none about when he was given what he wanted. He had heard, of course, about the unwavering loyalty from the Wraith and gunslinger that he kept by his side at all times, but there weren’t really a lot of other details about what their relationship might be.

“I reward them,” Kaz replied casually. Wylan felt tears welling in the corners of his eyes as he felt the ghosting breath against his neck, on the other side to where the gloved hand was holding onto his throat. “Each person requires something different to feel as though they are being rewarded. I had a man that wanted nothing more than a single silver coin every time that he did a job well done. Didn’t spend them either, just collected them. I hired an herbalist once that decided she wanted a Durast made hairpin so that she could hold her hair up better when she worked. Neither of them were my Crows, not like you are, but they still wanted something specific from me. My Crows also get something special when they do a good job at what I’ve asked them to.”

“W-what do they get?” Wylan asked. He had a feeling that there were only two crows other than Kaz himself, the Wraith and the gunslinger. Wylan’s veins sung as he thought about what him being added to that repertoire of deadly weapons would mean. Despite everything that he had been taught about how to think of those that lived in the Barrel and dealt with what Kaz did, he liked the idea of his weapons being used to help further whatever mission the criminal had taken.

“Well, my Wraith asks for nights off so that she can do anything that she wishes. My gunslinger asks for a strong bottle of alcohol and free reign over my betting tables with a high capped tab,” Kaz replied lazily. He had released the thumb that was pressing over the front of Wylan’s throat, but he was still using the digit to brush over the pretty red mark that he had left.

Somehow Wylan liked the idea of being bruised in the shape of gloves more than he liked the idea of someone’s fingerprints being indented in his skin. He dug his nails further into the wood of the table below his hands as he tried to keep his arousal back. Images of what he could ask for and what he might get in reply flashed through his mind, which only served to make his problem all that much harder to hide.

“I have a feeling I know what you want already, magpie. You’re quite easy to read, something that I think I can help you with if we ever choose to bring you with us when we go out instead of just keeping you locked up pretty and safe in your chosen cage,” Kaz murmured.

Fear shot through Wylan immediately, which caused his erection to wilt slightly. “I don’t want to be trapped in a cage. Never again.”

“I thought that you said you didn’t want to be involved in the life that I led, pretty bird,” the criminal let out a small hum. “You can only have one now that I’ve decided to invest in you.”

“I’ll come with you. I’ll do whatever you need me to,” Wylan replied immediately. “I can learn how to be like you, to be useful. I don’t want to be locked away. I want to be free.”

“Shh, shh, you’re alright,” Kaz whispered. He took a small step closer so that Wylan could feel the warmth from his stomach pressing through to his back despite neither of them actually touching each other. It soothed the shaking in his limbs and the panic clawing through is chest. “I know what it’s like to be a bird with clipped wings, I would never do the same thing to you. You’ll fly free with the rest of the flock.”

He sniffled and shook away the tears that were trying to run down his face as well as he could with the hand still around his throat. “Thank you,” he mumbled, though his lips were sticking together.

“You’re welcome, my magpie. Now tell me what you want for your reward,” Kaz ordered. The change in his voice, from comforting to strict and commanding, brought the arousal back before it had even had the chance to properly leave.

Wylan whimpered and bucked his hips forward towards the table. He felt as though he was pushing his luck by being as close to the other man as he was. One of the only rumors that did actually exist about the Bastard of the Barrel and his two loyal workers was that he never touched them and they seemed to be inches yet miles away from their boss at all times. Given that and his relative newness to being considered part of that crew, he wasn’t sure what he’d be able to ask for. 

He wasn’t a material person, so that was immediately off the table. He didn’t want silver coins or hairpins or even new equipment. He had everything that he wanted and had already been promised a roof over his head and food in his belly. He didn’t want time away from people since that seemed to be all he got nowadays, even when he was out busking for money in the streets. 

“You,” he mumbled before his brain even had the chance to shut him up. It was the only thing rolling through his mind as he tried to find an abstract concept or gift that he could ask for.

Instead of getting hit or the touch immediately leaving like he was so scared that it was going to, he got a dark chuckle, “I was waiting for you to say that.”

Suddenly the cane was pressed to the back of his calves and slowly dragging further up his body. It pressed firm to his thighs before it turned and slipped between his legs. He had fantasized about it before, but now the heavy wood was pressing directly into the bottom of his cock and over his balls. It sent shocks of pleasure through him so strong that he wasn’t able to keep the noises from bubbling up through his chest.

“Th-thank you,” he immediately bit out. He was bending forward slightly as his legs trembled in the effort to try and keep him upright while he was being flooded with such a high amount of pleasure. He had never been treated as something worthy by anyone that had gotten to know him, so having his deepest fantasy executed on his willing body was euphoria he thought he would only receive in death.

“You do not have to thank me for something that you earned,” Kaz reminded him gently. The hand over Wylan’s throat moved to behind his head, threading gloved fingers through the ruddy brown-red curls until they tightened and dragged his head back properly. He gasped as he thrust his hips down towards the cane and table, where his cock was pinned. “Especially since this is the only way that you will get me for some time. I apologize for that, as I want you too. But we can make do, can’t we, magpie?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Wylan was almost crying at how good it felt. He continued his ministrations with his hips, moving them back and down so that he could toy with his balls along the cane and then forward to stimulate his cock against the seam of his pants and the table. The idea that Kaz Brekker, the untouchable Dirtyhands himself, had just admitted to desiring someone such as him hadn’t even begun to cross Wylan’s mind.

Just as it had before, when he was touching himself to the fantasy of what was happening now, he exploded with pleasure. His cock twitched in his pants as it began to spew white lines of cum into already soiled undergarments. He moaned loudly and unashamedly, for now, despite the tenseness of his head and how it was pulled back. It was hard for his toes to curl from where they were trapped in his steel-toed shoes but his muscles did turn to gelatin, loose and crumbling.

Before he had the chance to fully collapse down to the ground, Kaz caught him and lowered him down slowly. “Was that what you wished for?”

“Yes,” he breathed. 

Kaz brushed the gloved hand still in his hair over the side of his face, much like he had before but tender instead of rough and charged. “Are you alright to clean yourself up and then get started on your new work, magpie?”

Wylan nodded without even thinking about it.

He was fully trapped in the song of the man in front of him, listening to the haunting notes and letting him draw Wylan in further and further until there was no escape. But somehow, he was okay with it. Later that day, when another one of his sexual encounters hurried down the steps to meet with him as Kaz had apparently ordered him to, he found that the birdsong was coming from his own lips.

[beatrice-reden-official]

The Bird Song by Florence + The Machine. You see because

Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by

Saw what I'd done he set up a nest outside,

And he sang about what I'd become

He sang so loud, sang so clear

I was afraid all the neighbours would hear,

So I invited him in, just to reason with him

I promised I wouldn't do it again

But he sang louder and louder inside the house,

And no I couldn't get him out

So I trapped him under a cardboard box

Stood on it to make him stop

I picked up the bird and above the din I said

That's the last song you'll ever sing

Held him down, broke his neck,

Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget

Is literally just Doll with Car Crash at that one point.

JQKWKWKDKDL YEAH

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Queen Fly (Alice Schach and The Magic Orchestra)

I’ll put a curse on the beautiful mind of yours/So that you suffer forever in the afterlife and the next/The mud puppets blindly manipulated/Just like being manipulated by the darkest fate

The combination of the lyrics (AND THE FACT THE ORIGINAL LANGUAGE OF THEM IS AN ENTIRELY ORIGINAL-TO-THE-ARTIST JAPANESE DERIVATIVE!! WOW!!!) and the music video ruins my fucking life in the best way possible. it's got such a powerful aura to it. Really sparks a creative engine for my art, since it has such a mystical vibe to it (just like all schach's works!)

Bird Song (Florence + The Machine)

But he sang louder and louder inside the house/And no I couldn't get him out/So I trapped him under a cardboard box/Stood on it to make him stop/I picked up the bird and above the din/I said “That's the last song you'll ever sing”/Held him down, broke his neck/Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget

"it’s so frantic. the song is about someone trying to hide their deepest darkest secret and it’s so real. i can’t even really explain it it’s just devastating and every time i listen to it i feel like i need to text my therapist. and i feel like the end implies that the singer is really the bird itself so they just killed off a part of themself which is so. GRRR"

Queen Fly submitted by @overstays

[marraletta]

But he sang louder and louder inside the house, And no I couldn't get him out So I trapped him under a cardboard box Stood on it to make him stop I picked up the bird and above the din I said That's the last song you'll ever sing Held him down, broke his neck, Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget

-Bird Song, Florence And The Machine

duality duo and zam vibes in my opinion, especially with that whole display of power thing

[whatgenesis]

“SUSAN’S DYING”: PLAYLIST

SONGS INCLUDED – misses : bird song : one : velvet ring : jobless monday : bless the telephone

misses (dominic fike) – “oh, i loved you, miss / and you will be grieved, i swear / but i won't be blamed / 'cause i loved you, miss”

death is gentle. he is not compassionate with sincerity, or humane sincerity at least. but in a strange way, susan will be grieved. he’ll hang above death’s head. death did the best he could, it wasn’t his fault. it wasn’t.

bird song (florence and the machine) – “well i didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by / saw what i’d done he set up a nest outside / and he sang about what i’d become”

susan does have power over death, not because he holds some deep secret or because he’s more than he seems. it is because he’s human that he can scare death. a finite man has finite power, but he is a man and the power is in his hands.

> “but he sang louder and louder inside the house / and no i couldn't get him out / so i trapped him under a cardboard box / stood on it to make him stop”

what else was death supposed to do? in the same way he does not hold human sincerity, he doesn’t hold human patience either. he has a job to do.

> “i picked up the bird and above the din i said / that’s the last song you'll ever sing / held him down, broke his neck / taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget / but in my dreams began to creep / that old familiar tweet tweet tweet”

death left the same mark on susan that he leaves on everyone, an everlasting mark. but susan was there, and death was along with him.

one (harry nilsson) – “one is the loneliest number that you'll ever do / two can be as bad as one / it’s the loneliest number since the number one / no is the saddest experience you'll ever know / yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know”

we can all laugh at how lonely susan’s life is. he formed it around his loneliness and has no benefits to show. however, while death was immortal and inhuman, he was tangible if only for a moment, and stood by susan’s side. so can you blame him?

velvet ring (big thief) – “love is a gentle thing / yours is thicker than a velvet ring”

love was suffocation when it came to susan. maybe it was more than love—it was curiosity and concern and fear. but when susan tried his best to be good, he’d kill it. smothering someone in love is still smothering them.

> “he loved her like he loved no one / the way she laughed and held a smoking gun / the way she always said "what’s done is done" / and he is not the only one”

now, what susan fails to understand is that he is not the first human death has met. he is and always will be predictably unpredictable.

jobless monday (mitski) – “oh, i miss when we first met / he didn't know me yet

susan is under the guise that he crumbled the longer he stayed around death. what he doesn’t know is he was dust from the start. and what death doesn’t know is that whatever pang he feels in his chest at strange times, is something out of his control.

bless the telephone (labi siffre) – “it’s nice to hear you say "hello" / and "how are things with you? / “i love you" / but very soon it's time to go / an office job to do / while i’m here writing songs for you

we all want company. at times, death’s cordial manners are tricky and trapping; he doesn’t even mean to at times. and yet, his soft voice is fleeting and soon the dirt is covering your body.

> “it’s nice, the way you say my name / not very fast or slow, just soft and low / the same as when you tell me how you feel”

susan knows he loves death. he’ll never say it, but he doesn’t have to. he oozes this love for him like mucus, disgusting and tainting. susan’s drowning in it and it doesn’t bother him because he only is barely aware.

honorable mentions: ma chérie (malice mizer) : a human’s touch (TWRPtube)

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