#it's going to be unreal now that they're even closer than they were before

[ingravinoveritas]

Radio silence from both Georgia and Anna with the occasional bs post from Anna about her “Mama’s Mabli Moo”. Wonder what they’ll do when the press tour begins. More specifically when Michael and David go on that show on Monday and everyone goes insane over them

Oh, so very much to unpack in such a brief period of time! Yes, we are finally getting Michael and David back together on a TV interview and I, for one, could not be more ecstatic.

To your points, Anons #1, I did notice that, apart from the Insta post you mentioned, Anna has also joined Threads. And now we also have the story that @phantomstars24 mentioned, and I just...

I do not at all believe it's a coincidence that she joined Threads when she did, just four days before Michael and David were to start doing interviews together. (Interestingly, Georgia does not appear to be on Threads, which is likely because she has other actual things to post about now that Staged has ended, whereas AL does not.) My supposition is further bolstered by AL's Insta story, which is a clear effort on her part to remain relevant, despite the fact that no one is going to be interested in this once tonight's One Show interview airs.

(Also, on what planet is any of the above "dirty talk"? Is this supposed to be a callback to/flat-out copy of Georgia's screencap of her text conversation with David about breakfast? Because it's not even close and the cringe is next level. At least we know she stayed in Wales this time...)

That said, whatever we are in store for on The One Show, it is most definitely going to be extraordinary, and the talk of social media. We know that Michael is going to be the champion of all things Ineffable Husbands and give us all sorts of feral, brain-breaking moments, but I have a feeling that it's David who is going to be the real revelation this time around. We've already gotten these eye-opening quotes from him in SFX magazine:

And given how vulnerable and open David has been lately, it would not be at all surprising to see him open up further around Michael. He and Michael are even closer now than when the first season was filmed, and we will no doubt see it reflected in their rapport, and in how happy and relaxed they are around each other. (Dare I also add "in love"? I don't think we can rule it out. And if there’s even a hint of that, it’s going to be plainly visible, and it won't just have to do with the characters...)

Which then brings us to the clipping that @feuerkindjana has helpfully shared, and that I think really sets the tone for today's interview. I recently talked on my blog about how Michael was saying four years ago that the lines between the character and real life were blurry for him, and now it's four years later and he's saying that is even more so the case than before.

"Everything that has happened in-between plays into coming back to these characters. I am sure it is all feeding into it."

This mirrors what I've felt for some time now, which is that the relationship between Michael and David has and did inform the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley in season 1, and now that is doubly true for season 2. And Michael is telling us this, is blatantly saying that what we will see on screen this time around isn't just the characters--it's him and David, and what we're going to see absolutely would not be what it is if it weren't he and David together in these roles.

But it's the last sentence in the clipping above that really gets me:

"It's very difficult for us to know how that is informing the characters and their relationships."

"Very difficult for us." Us. Not him. That alone makes my heart ache, because it reinforces Michael's previous remarks about not seeing his role of Aziraphale as independent from David as Crowley. It's that he's speaking seemingly for David, as if he doesn't even have to think twice about this being the way David feels, because he absolutely knows it is.

It's also how the "us" evokes the feeling of what we will now see in season 2, with Aziraphale and Crowley being on their own side, and echoes what David said in the article quotes above. That they are relying on each other in a way neither of them expected, and more than they would care to admit. That, taken together with Michael's comments just completely and utterly wrecks me a little. (Or a lot…)

So yes, given all of the above, I think we are in for an incredible time on the One Show today. I've had folks DMing me about all the emotions that this day is bringing up, and I can't help but think that if the prospect of them being together again is making us weepy, how must it be affecting Michael and David. Truly, I have no doubt we will find out once the show airs, and I am beyond excited to watch...

[matenrou-fan]

~Jealousy’s Plaything~

I feel a little nervous to post that but here we go.. I would keep track of how people liked it to know if I should continue with other brothers or not. This part contains only Lucifer and Mammon. Enjoy >.<

Femreader, hole in the wall, teasing, spanking, crempie, mention of dumbification and overstimulation, oral (receiving), rough sex;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

You whine, as cold air of the corridor tickles your heated naked body, sending shivers from your back right to your core, making your cunt clench around nothing. It was so humiliating but at the same time so.. interesting? so exciting..? There were no right words to explain all emotions inside your chest right now, this mix of fear, shame and unreal arouse, and even impatience.

Well, maybe it was actually your fault for flirting like this with Dia, or being too close to Simeon as this precious angel was blushing so cute near you.. But who knows you got such a strange punishment for just small playful teases?! Seeing seven brothers furrowing their brows as they get jealous was amusing, but now…

..Now you were stuck on the wall, naked butt on one side, hanging in the air as the rest of your body was in the other half, in the dark of your room. That's it. That's what you got for being too flirty as now all seven brothers decided to give you a proper lesson and turn you into their, only their, little toy for play. Come on, darling, if you love to be such a tease and toy with their hearts, why can't we do the same? But with other parts of your body..

The main question is how every one from them would actually use this opportunity?

He's probably the one who's actually offered this idea, as he sometimes can be even more kinky than Asmo. And more dangerous in his jealousy. After all, you live with them, not with Diavolo or stupid angels, so don't you think you should pay more attention to them? Even if you don't want to, Luci will find a way to have some fun with you.

Even though all your sensors were tensed up, as you listened to any steps in the corridor, you didn't notice as he got closer. Cold leather of his black glove touches your skin and you gasp, surprised.

"Well, enjoying yourself..?" - Luci asks, his voice is so calm and relaxed, but it actually makes you shiver as you can hear this sadistic dominating undertones in his question. - "I'm sure now you have enough time to think about your behavior.."

You whimper as your stomach tickles from a thrilling feeling of worry and curiosity at the same time. Your pussy was already wet and trembling from all these imaginations that keep running through your head as you think about how they're gonna use your body now. It was surprising for you, how aroused you become just by being stuck like this against your will.

And of course Luci can see it. He can see you squirm a little there and there, trying to get a little friction or at least calm down your aching body. He smirks, takes off his glove and strokes your ass with his soft skin, almost soothing you with such a light touch.. before you hear a sudden low sound of something in the air, and his leather glove smacks your cheeks, making you gasp again.

"Don't whine too much, little missy. That what you got for being disobedient.." - Lucifer scoffs, enjoying the view of your shaking thighs, as he keeps whipping you. He can clearly hear your gasps and whimpers through the wall, absolutely loving the way your voice gets so weak.

And these little red bruises look just wonderful on that bratty ass of yours.. He can feel his pride rise up again, as now he will sure to mark you as only his property. Of course no one will see these little marks on your beautiful body but thoughts about you not being able to sit straight now, remembering his little lesson every time makes his dick throb. Well, maybe it's time to move to something more interesting and show you how aggressive Lucifer actually can be.

He pressed his crotch to your warm cunt, don't care about how your wetness just ruined his pants. He's actually like it, like to see how quickly you become such a horny mess after a few touches and teases from him. His cock twitched, feeling as your cunt pulsing through thick fabric, as if you were almost begging with your body to be used now. And the way you lift your hips, trying to be closer, to feel more of his body.. Lucifer don't need to see your face to know what kind of expression you have now - furrowed brows as you bite your lip, trying to muffle shameful moans. Little tears in your eyes as you plant your hands flat against the wall you are stuck in, trying to get more comfortable and move forward your lower body to his touches.

"There.. I will make sure to knock some sense both into your stupid head and into your greedy pussy, as it seems like you just need some good lessons to behave properly.." - Lucifer growls, sinking inside you. You start squeezing him so much almost immediately, so you were waiting for this too, huh? Even walls can't hide your loud moans as you try to spread your legs more, to feel his dick better inside you.

Despite Lucifer wanted to be more playful with you today, despite he planned to tease you to the end, mocking you for being so slutty, he just can't resist this animalistic urge to pound you as fast as he can. So, maybe some changes in his plans will be even better. That just means he has an opportunity to not hold back and thrust in you with all this strength that furious jealousy gives him, slapping his hips to you with loud smack. It was so hard to be quiet now, when he fuck you so good.. You can't even control your voice now, your head gets dizzy when he finally starts pumping you like that after such a long time when you were just hanging with your pussy open, waiting for him.. You didn't even notice how pathetic your voice sounds as you call his name, asking for more and more.

His dick stretches you open wide, grinding against your hot walls as his arms grab your shaking hips with such force, forming new bruises in your soft skin. Lucifer just wants to leave as many marks on your body as he can, it just helps to soothe his jealousy. Only he can fuck you like that, only he can enjoy how good you pussy can clench and there's no way anybody else can fill this little needy hole as good as he can.

"Mm.. So tight, and only for me…" - Lucifer chuckled darkly before smacking his hips to yours, pressing them together as close as he can, shooting his hot sperm deep into your womb. - "I will use your pussy over and over again until you will be fully filled with me inside.. It would be a great reminder for you to know who you belong to."

And, without any breaks, he starts again at a rapid pace, ready to fuck you until any thoughts about even talking with someone else will never visit your pretty little head.

He feels kinda guilty for being that harsh with you, but at the same time.. Well, isn't it your fault, actually?! You got what you deserved for being that chatty with anyone but Great Mammon..! He's your first man, after all!!

He can't say that he's kinky, but the view of your naked unprotected ass makes him unbelievably horny. Mammon always gets a little bit shy when he looks at these beautiful deep eyes of yours, and being alone with only your lower body is.. kinda soothing but at the same time nervous.

You instantly hear his quick steps as demon gets closer. Light chuckle escaped your lips as you thought how cute Mammon is, worrying about his little human so much, almost running to you.. But you suddenly hear a little thud, as if he fell to his knees behind you. It was strange and you opened your mouth to ask what he was doing but instead you let out a loud gasp, feeling his hot tongue on your pussy, sucking you so hungrily as if Mammon was waiting for this for a long time. Arms gripping to your thighs, instantly leaving scratches and bruises, he holds you so tight, as if he was afraid you will suddenly fade away or sink in the wall. You expect at least a little chit chat before this but he just kept pressing his mouth to your cunt, spreading your legs a little and it caught you off guard. But you can't say it wasn't pleasant, as you were waiting all this time, just chilling here, feeling your pussy throbbing for some attention.. So you move your hips to his face, enjoying wild messy licks, this passion just makes you more aroused.

Mammon was sucking your folds, savoring every little drop of your juices, before pulling out for a second. His hot trembling breath tickles your pussy, making you shiver your whole body, you already were so sensitive and wet down here..

"You know, you should never talk with anyone like that.." - he suddenly mumbled, still gasping for air, voice so quiet, almost like a whisper. Despite you still squirm, waiting for more touches, you can't help but giggle, as you clearly hear these embarrassed undertones in his voice, you can even imagine how he looks away and blush right now. - "I'm your first man.. And I will be the last, because you only mine..!"

With these words he pressed his lips to your cunt again, kissing and sucking your throbbing clit as he can't get enough of your little whines. That's it, only he can hear your whines and moans, only he can bring you to such a state.. Mammon just wants to show you how good he can please your body, so you would always remember who's making you cum so hard and good.

It didn't take too much time before you lost your last shame and just kept thrusting your hips to Mammon's face, moaning so loud, asking him for more and more, as you feel how close you are. And demon gladly gobbled you up hungrily, willing to drink all your cum, as he licked deep inside you. Your sweet taste is just so addicting as he can't get enough, lapping your clit as you ride your orgasm, hands bumping to the wall as your back arching, it's just so good..

"See? There's no other demon, angel or merely human who will know how to make you feel this good..!" - this time his voice was much bolder as he can notice just how much you cum this time, absolutely overwhelmed with his passionate quick licks. Mammon slowly gets up, grasping your hips as he feels how dick twitching in his pants painfully, begging for some attention. - "I always know what you need, and right now you need to remember who's your the only one.."

You hear as he unzips his pants impatiently and immediately thrust into you, groaning from your tightness, your hot walls clench around him so hard as you were waiting for his cock inside you so bad.. For a second you two froze, a pleasing feeling overflowing your aching bodies before Mammon slowly started moving, his thrust quickly becoming more messy, as he was too aroused to even think straight. The only though in his head was to fuck you, fuck you until you two would pass out. His greedy little jealousy keeps whispering to him to be more and more aggressive as you deserve to be treated more harshly today, and his dick grinding against your walls, absolutely agree with this. Well, and you too sound very pleased, as your voice was loud enough not only to be heard through the wall, but all over the house. So it means Mammon should pump you today as hard as he can, so your little high pitched voice would be heard everywhere and everybody will hear who's name you call when you are on edge.

"That's it.. Show me how much you love this.." - he mumble under his breath, grasping your thighs and fucking you in an animalistic pace, the way the tip of his cock press right to your sensitive spot with every thrust makes you shiver. - "Show me how much you love to bounce on my dick like that.."

He's willing to do it for the whole day, if not days, until you will get so oversensitive that any touches to your body would be mind shattering and your pleasure will be associated only with Mammon now.

[fivewholeminutes]

Alexxxx!!!

Tell us all about your experience!

I'm stuck at work, so if or when you have time! Let me live vicariously through you! 🖤🔥

-♥︎

HELLO MY DEAR GHOST, sorry for taking my time with it, i needed 37495 hours of sleep 😮‍💨🫂

Where do i even start!! Apart from how glad i am i could experience this with my beautiful friends @a-s-levynn @takemetoasgard and @thevenomousseprent (which was also my host for this trip mwah mwah mwah thank you once again, tell your cat i miss him 💖)

The rest under a cut, bc i am yapping a lot

It might sound silly, but that was my very first actual gig experience with friends who are as dedicated to see a band as me and it's HUGE for me ok. I am still emotional about this, I've never had this before 😭

And boooy. The coldest day of the week in Budapest and we've been by the venue by 9am. It was so so worth it tho, we've got barricade on iii's side, babey!!!!!!!!!! The organisation of the venue was so good too. At some point they came out to us with hot tea, the ticket office was giving people valuable clues, they opened a merch stand inside in warmth for people who were queueing early, the security check was swift etc. etc.

I forgor to check Bilmuri before the show and i was positively surprised by them, what a band!! Their energy was extremely contagious.

And now, the main event. It was a blast, seeing them after almost a year, man. They were so close. The sound was surprisingly good, for where we were standing (not perfect, but still, i could even hear Espera well, which never happened before!!!!!). It felt unreal, i missed seeing them live so much, like. They're here. A few meters away from me!!!! My neck stopped hurting from headbanging only today.

The cloak man's prancing is even more free, it's good he got a bigger enclosure for his shenanigans. The podiums for the girls and ii moving up and down was a nice touch (idk if they did that in the US??), iii was in his element, feeling the music very much. And iv. Well. The screams are scrumptious live. And you probably saw the Neck Photo™

The catwalk was so much fun too!! Let Espera or ii walk down the catwalk next time tho

They're so good live what the fuck man who gave them the right i mean. I knew this, but still. What the fuck, maaaan. With more money for the sound design and light design it's even more ethereal than before. The fucking. Lights. At one point i turned to look at Vessel on the catwalk and the lights shining on the back walls were so good i started taking photos of the lights instead of Vessel. Sorry, Vessel. But look at those lights!!

The drum solo returned my will to live. iii's moves returned my will to live. Well, the whole gig returned my will to live.

There weren't many bad things happening either! Someone laughed out loud during one calmer part of Atlantic, but it was a coincidence, i think. No stupid yelling, no crowdsurfers (THANK FUCK), well, at least not where we were standing.

Also, the whole time before the show, there was a Vessel cosplayer standing ominously at the top of the section with seats. It was hillarious:

Kudos to whoever decided to play the whole LP's Reanimation album between doors opening and Bilmuri's gig. And to that one ST crew guy who had to run closer to the stage every single time anyone from the band was going to the catwalk, poor guy. Also, i didn't recognise Adam in the new haircut at first lmao

ii made a mic drop with his drumsticks after one song (don't remember which), it was funny. You go, red bull man!!

Starting with TNDNBTG and finishing with Euclid gave me -374959HP damage. I managed not to cry on Euclid, tho. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING TO HEAR EUCLID LIVE?

Btw. During Euclid i caught iii's pick. I mean, technically it hit me in the chest and landed on my fanny pack, but yeah. Do you know how much it means to me that it was during motherfucking Euclid of all songs??? Especially when it was my first time hearing it live???

Here's a pic with a very done-with-his-owner's-shit model:

(Dw, he was purring anyway)

I took around 150 bracelets with me to give away to people. Yes, 150. Yes, i am unwell. It's only the half of what i've already done, anyway. People thought i wanna sell them lmao. Nope, i am Just Like That and Yes You Can Take More Than One Bracelet, I Don't Mind. I did get some things in exchange from some people, though!! Behold, exchange gifts and gifts from my friends (love u 🥺):

Peeled Vessel plush (and fivewholeminutes bracelet) from @thevenomousseprent 🐍✨️💓

Print and Berry Vessel (Bessel, if you'd like) from a very cute person who in the midst of everything i forgot to ask about their name. Thankfully, i have a card with their insta handle!!

I didn't ask the ii sticker person and Euclid/Jericho/Calcutta bracelets about their details too 😔

Atlantic keychain from @taka-chan 💖 (ALSO I REALISED I WASN'T FOLLOWING YOU??? I WILL CHANGE THAT IN A SECOND, I'M SORRY, I AM CHAOTIC)

Hands keychain from @bubacorn 💖 (I LOVED YOUR HAIR AND OUTFIT BTW, BUT I WAS TOO SHY TO TELL YOU, SORRY)

Euclid bracelet and serpent ring from my beloved @takemetoasgard 😘😘😘

And, of course, the army of Tiny Tokens from @a-s-levynn 🔪🍌❤️‍🔥

Overall, amazing experience, 10/10, i love my friends, i love Budapest, i love this stupid fucking band that makes me travel for the whole night in a bus and stay in 2 Celsius degrees for hours.

Ok, that is finally all, sorry it was this long. Thank you for this ask, it was very fun summing it all up, i hope you could at least for a moment live through this experience while reading my ramblings 🥺🫂💖🌸🌸🌸

EDIT: i forgot i also got this banger keychain in exchange!! From a person who came for a few rituals from fucking Canada.

LOOK AT THOSE TEEF!!!!!!!!!

[ingravinoveritas]

A reminder of what happened the last time Michael and David were at NYCC, in 2018.

Bonus:

[books-and-catears]

OKAY I STARTED WRITING THIS WAS HALF WAY THROUGH AND THEN I POSTED BY MSITAKE. AND THEN I THOUGHT OKAY FINE ILL DO IT IN TWO PARTS AND THEN DELETED THE FIRST PART BY MISTAKE TODAY HAS BEEN AN ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE BECAUSE TODAY IS MY LAST DAY BEFORE HIATUS I HAVE EXAMS FROM TOMORROW AGAIN.

So this was someone's first time ask in the Obey Me community and I completely botched it. I'm so sorry for disappointing you I don't even remember your username.

I WILL WRITE THE WHOLE THING AGAIN MY BAD LUCK WONT GET THE BEST OF ME TODAY.

Basically the ask was

BROTHERS REACTING TO SEEING SINGER MC PERFORMING ON THE STREET (For extra Grimm)

Lucifer

"The brightness of the sun... will give me just enough...to bury my love.. in the moondust...

"I want to hear your voice but still I make the choice to bury my love...in the moondust..."

- James Young, Moondust

Lucifer was on his way home from Diavolo's castle after doing a ton of paper work. He was happy to pick you up from Majolish where you worked part time.

Only as he approached, he saw a huge crowd gathered there. Was there some event again? He was mildly annoyed. But that was before he heard a soothing voice.

It sounded vaguely familiar so he tried going closer. He saw you. Your eyes closed, fingers strumming the guitar effortlessly, singing words that resonated with himself. He stands there mesmerised.

After you're done the crowd cheers and drops Grimm in your guitar case. He scowls internally. You deserve to perform on stage. If you needed Grimm you could always come to him, couldn't you?

"MC that was marvellous to listen to."

He was blown away and got addicted to your voice. Remember those records he used to listen to? Yeah they're gathering dust now. He just calls you if he wants to hear music.

He loves it when you hum and sing softly while he does paperwork. It helps immensely with his stress. He's grateful to you.

Mammon

"I will never let you fall...I'll stand up with you forever... I'll be there for you through it all.. even if saving you sends me to heaven."

- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Your Guardian Angel

Mammon was done with his shift at Hell's Kitchen. He got a lot of good tips today. So he decided to buy you a gift because you took his shift last time.

Why is Majolish so crowded?? Is there a sale!?? Oh he must go in fast if there's a sale- wait, isn't that MC's voice? He hears you singing and pushes past the crowd.

When he's at the front, he just sits there on the ground, in full attention. His human has never felt more unreal. He's just sitting there watching you sing with your eyes closed and heart open. He can't help but hum along.

Once your song is over, he is the loudest to cheer for you. Of course he gets shy when you notice him and smile. Then he sees people drop Grimm for you and he gets confused. You were doing this for Grimm? What?! Why didn't you ask him?!

"Oi MC, you sing amazing. Ya know that?"

Mammon's playlist is now your covers of his favourite songs. He also loves singing with you in karaoke, you're his partner and noone else's grrr!

This little absent minded demon has all the attention in the world when you're singing.

Leviathan

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty. You gave her your sweater.

It's just polyester and you like her better. I wish I were Heather."

- Conan Gray, Heather

Leviathan was in a hurry. There was a limited offer on Ruri Chan collectibles which could only bought at the Akuzon shop. He was so excited to get it he wanted to show you immediately.

On his way home, he passed by the huge crowd near Majolish. Were they selling limited anime merch here too??! Then he heard your voice. You are singing??!

Too afraid to push through the crowd, he stood on his tip toes and peered at you. It was you! Singing the words to one of his favourite songs.

He raised his phone above his head, he started recording you. He cheered for you so happily when it was all done. You have a new fan. When your get your cheers and Grimm - he is puzzled. You know your potential is so much more than that!!

"Woaaahh MC! You're sing so good! Can you sing anime openings too!?"

He records you singing his favourite anime openings and endings and they become his ringtones, alarm sounds etc. If you request hard enough he will give in and sing his heart out with you.

His favourite moments are when you hum or sing music together while playing games.

Satan

"I'm in a field of Dandelions...wishing on every one that you'll be mine...Mine...

"I see forever in your eyes...I feel okay when I see you smile... Smile..."

- Ruth B, Dandelions

Satan was returning from the Royal Library after borrowing the books you both were planning to read. He decided to visit you at work to suprise you.

While approaching Majolish he was baffled by the crowd. It wasn't the even the weekend - why was the crowd this big? But that was before he heard your familiar voice wafting through the air. He sneaked past the crowd and almost fell to his knees.

Hearing you a love song so close to his heart, he could feel himself falling deeper in love with you.

He whips out his phone and starts recording secretly. He wanted everyone else to disappear. He can't help but sing along with you softly.

When your song is done and the crowd cheers on, he claps the loudest giving you his best smile while you shyly smile back. When you receive the Grimm though, he looks slightly disappointed. You clearly belong in theatre not here. Don't worry about Grimm. Just ask him instead.

"MC I have no words to describe how truly beautiful that was."

He will request you to sing when you both are in the kitchen cooking together. He loves singing dialogue based musical duets with you.

Loves it when you softly sing or hum while reads or sleeps. Also he almost always secretly recording. What to do? Your voice calms him down so much.

Asmodeus

"Why won't you kiss me...it's really so easy...it's like you don't see me at all!

"Why won't you love me...I know that I'm worthy...but right now you make me feel small...all I want is you now..."

- Angela, All I Want

Asmo was already inside Majolish when he when he saw a very cute outfit which he thought would look amazing on you.

He was about to leave after cashing out when he noticed the huge crowd through the glass doors. My my, it's his day off. Can his fans not leave him alone?

But then he hears singing and sees someone sitting by the panels with a guitar. He recognises from the back and rushes outside to hear you. His very own MC singing how can he miss this?!

He literally starts a livestream on his Devilgram account displaying you. He knows this song. He has sung it with you so many times. So he goes ahead and joins you. You are delighted as the crowd grows thanks to him.

The amount of Grimm and cheers you get is way more than usual and you're grateful for it. Asmo clicks his tongue. All this just for some extra Grimm? No honey.

"MC that was fabulous we should do concerts together!! NO AN ENTIRE ALBUM!"

He will stop at nothing to showcase your talent to the world. And with his and Satan's connections combined, get ready to be a sensation over night.

You and Asmo are a duet group now with an ever increasing number of followers. But there are some songs that you sing to him in person which are for him only. And he'd let noone else hear that.

Beelzebub

"I'll never let a love a get so close...

"But you put your arms around me and I'm home..."

- Christina Perri, Arms

Beelzebub had just gotten your favourite flavours of tarts and never melting ice creams from Madam Screams so you could eat after your shift ends. So he headed towards Majolish his arms filled with goodies.

When he saw the crowd he was taken aback. He was immediately worried. That many people meant you probably had to work super hard. He pushed through the crowd to get to you.

But then he saw you sitting outside and singing with your guitar. The crowd was here for you. He smiles and sits down on the ground listening in glee.

You looked so happy and peaceful he wanted to hold you just like your song said. But he didn't want to disturb, he just sat there listening.

After the song was over he cheers along with the crowd resisting the urge to hug you right there and then. Then he sees people giving you Grimm and he's worried again. Do you need extra Grimm for food?! Are you not eating enough?! He is always happy to share food with you MC!

"MC can you sing for me more at home? I really liked that."

Sometimes when his hunger pangs get too much, you softly singing to him makes the pain a lot lesser.

And other than that you doing your breathy singing thing during workouts makes him so happy. He wants to listen always.

Belphegor

"When you sleep...will it be with me? When you sleep ....will it be with me?"

- Mary Lambert, When you sleep

Now you know this sleepy boy doesn't like going out at all. But there was news of a small star shower later on he simply had to go fetch you. Work be damned.

Why is there a crowd now? How annoying. He just wants to get to you and there's so many people in the way. But well he didn't come all this way for nothing. Sneaking past the crowd he saw you.

Your voice was so soothing he had to fight his sleep. He wanted to curl up in your lap right there and sleep while you sang. It literally felt like you were singing just for him.

After the song was over, he smiles and whines for you to come home quick. You wait till you collect your Grimm and he stands there confused. Does Lucifer not give you allowance? Does the job not pay you enough? He'll help you get it.

"MC sing me to sleep every night, okay?"

He curls up to you every time you sing and falls asleep in minutes. And the times you can't be there, he asks you to record and send songs for him.

Your voice makes him feel so at peace that he can even sleep in the middle of his brother's chaos now.

[horrorslashergirl]

Can I just request Hacker and Aria 🥺 it doesn't matter what point they're in, in their friendship/relationship .. nor the scenario 🥺

The Hacker x Aria- Sensitive Grounds

Ahhhh yes! I love to ship these two! 😍

Aria belongs to @slassher-addict

The Hacker/Erron belongs to me

His life was sometimes oh so complicated, that was how the Hacker accepted that it would be, but looking over his shoulder at the black sleeping beauty, he sometimes wondered if he felt more like a baby-sitter than a very good friend.

Normally, if a beautiful girl was drunk he would make the most out of it, but Aria wasn't just a normal dumb bimbo or a cheap hooker. She turned out to be his best friend and not only because she shared similar bloody hoobies like his.

She was smart, funny, feisty even and oh so gorgeous. He internally groaned and told himself that things wouldn't go further than some funny flirting here and there. She wasn't the type and he sure as hell wasn't her type.

The lack of sleep was another problem, he hadn't slept in almost two days and the bright screen of his computers were starting to make his eyes behind the mask ichy.

A groan resounded from behind him and he looked at Aria, waking up in his bed at the other side of the room.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." he said as he turned his chair around.

Her dark eyes opened and she looked at him, then down at her, making sure she was still dressed and nothing was suspicious.

"Did we...?" she asked, just to make sure.

The Hacker rolled his eyes behind the mask and got up from the chair and into the kitchen.

"Jeez, doll. No...... You passed put after a douchebag put something into your drink." he replied, then came back with a glass of water for her.

He could tell she was surprised, usually she was so vigilent and always on her toes. Well, not always.

"Anyway. I ordered some breakfast. It should be delivered in just a few minutes." Erron alias the Hacker told her with crossed arms over his chest.

She rolled her eyes and took a sip of the water.

"Well aren't you prince charming?" she asked with a smile and Erron didn't said anything, just left to go into the kitchen.

The dark skinned girl stretched her arms above her head and decided to leave the warm bed to start the new day. It was the weekend after all.

When she entered the kitchen she noticed his hoodie on one of the chairs, leaving Erron in a black t-shirt. It was rare that he showed skin and it was probably just the second time she saw him like that, tattoos littering his forearms and biceps.

"You know you should take your hoodie off more. Your tattoos are beautiful." Aria said as she took a seat, observing him.

"I know, doll." he smugly said and she just rolled her eyes at his arrogant self.

He sometimes could be such a jerk, always with his all high and mighty brain, suave and perssuasive self, but he showed also a caring side towards her. She knew how much of a womanizer he was, flirting here and there, hooking up with desperate girls, going to brothels.

Still, with her all he did was just innocent flirting and never crossed lines. Maybe she wasn't his type? Not attractive enough? Not sexy enough? Was she ugly?

"I am ugly?" she finally asked and he stopped as he poured himself and her two cups of Coffee.

"What are you talking about?" Erron asked, turning around and she could tell by how tense his muscels were that he was frowning behind the mask. His body language spoke alot of his emotions.

"Do you think... Maybe... I am beautiful?" Aria asked, looking intently at him.

"Of course you are. You are gorgeous. Where this sudden lack of self esstem came?" Erron asked, curious about what has gotten into her. She was usually so confident in herself, walking with her head up and all proud.

She couldn’t possibly tell him that she had a problem with him not making steps towards her, after all she made it clear how things with her in a relationship were and he kept it to himself, respecting her boundaries.

"No reason." she murmured and he sighed, handing her the warm cup of coffee.

"Make yourself at home. I have work to do." he simply told her and exited the kitchen.

Her eyes lingered on his back and to his spikey brown hair, broad shoulders. She had to admit he was attractive, even though she hadn't seen his face yet, his personality was attractive, somehow. It was something about the Hacker that you love and hate at the same time and that's what Aria felt.

She sipped on her coffee and remembers the times she was here and brought girls for a good time. Yes, jealousy was a word for what she felt back then, but she told herself she shouldn't. They weren't together.

The Hacker sat down on his chair again and groaned. How could she ask him such a thing? If she was ugly? She was absolutly stunning, so much that he wanted to have her bend over and-... No! They were very good friends and she wasn't the type of girl to do so.

Later that day Aria went to the library to get some books and also meet with a friend who enjoyed reading as much as her. He was a middle aged gentleman who was so afraid to speak with girls he found in Aria a nice fresh of air. They had some lunch and spoke of hystory, it was a good time, but it looked like time sure flys fast and it started to get dark.

"It was an upmost pleasure for your time! Maybe next time we can discuss about this new mystery novel that is going to come out next month." the man told Aria and she nodded grinning, then they waved goodbye.

Aria now was on her way to Errons penthouse. She was staying there until the renovations of her own home. She was Glad she could count on him at anytime of the day or night. She finally got into the elevator and waited for it to get her onto the last floor. Exiting, she stepped down the hallways to Errons penthouse. She was close to the door and saw it open, a woman exiting it, her red hair straight and pink lips stretching into a smirk at her.

Aria ignored it all and went inside, seeing Erron smoke a cigarette through the hole in the maks where his mouth is.

"So, I guess you got yourself busy while I was gone." Aria said, as she started to pull her books out of her bag and onto the kitchen counter.

"Ehh.... She was good, but couldn't suck a dick to save her life." he replied making Aria cringe.

"Don't wanna know." she said, pulling her hand in front of her face.

"Hey, you are the one who induced the subject. So, how was the date with the slimball?" Erron asked as he crossed his arms over his bare chest.

Aria just now noticed he was half naked, the dragon tattoo on his pectoral visible, but she could care less, because the way he spoke was kind of rude.

"It actually went fine. He is quit lovely actually." Aria spoke, and his response was that he crushed what was left of his cigarette in his hand.

"I am sure you two make a fucking cute couple." The Hacker snarled and that's when Aria couldn't hold her anger more.

"What is your problem?!" she screamed at him and he moved towards her.

She wasn't afraid, he wouldn’t hurt her and even if he did, she could over power him easily.

"My problem!? That skunk is all sweet and nice just to get into your pants." he told her, his masked face away from her own by just a few inches. She glared up at him and put her hands on her hips, not backing down.

"Why do you care? From the looks of it, you have one hell of a time with each women that steps into this place." she spoke, poking his chest with her finger.

He swallowed down and in his fit of anger he ripped his mask off and threw it against the wall, breaking it. He huffed and had his back turned to her. He was finally after months bare before her, well except for his pants, but his face was the most intimate part of himself. He felt vulnerable without it.

He looked over his shoulder at her and she finally took a glimpse of what he looks like; high cheekbones, plush lips and grey eyes. He was handsome, she had to admit and she noted that he looked like any average guy.

"What?!" he snarled at her and she rolled her eyes, not afraid of him.

"Nothing." she said, crossing her arms over her chest and looked away.

Erron sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose turning fully at her and looking at her.

"Look... I am sorry for all of this. It was dumb of me to be jealous." he finally admited and he wished he could take that back.

Aria looked at him with wide eyes and a confused look.

"You were jealous? You mean..." she asked and she internally grinned in victory when she saw a slight pink blush on his cheeks as he looked down.

"Don't mention it.... But lets not act like you are all innocent here. You were pretty jealous of these women you talked about." And again the smug jerk returned, making Aria shake her head, her dark afro hair bouncing.

"Oh shut up!" Aria said, glaring playfully at him.

He stepped closer to her with a smirk.

"Make me." he told her and before they both realized what was happening they kissed, her arms wrapped around his neck and his arms around her waist.

The kiss wasn't like anything Aria expected. She expected something roughish, brutal even, but it was actually gentle, slow and sensual. It was such a different side to him.

After some moments they both pulled away and looked at eachother, like they couldn't believe that this was happening. It felt so unreal.

"You should sleep." Aria finally broke the silence, motioning to the bags under his eyes. He chuckled and pressed his lips against her forehead.

The Hacker was a stubborn one, but he had to admit that its been quit long since he slept in his own bed. His back ass starting to hurt from taking naps in his chair at the desk.

"Come on, go to bed. I will come back, I just need to change into some comfortable clothes." Aria told Erron and he nodded, moving towards his bedroom, then it hit him.

He was gonna share a bed with Aria. Usually, he slept into his chair and left his bed all for her, mainly for her own privacy and respect. The dark girl came back into a pair of white shorts and tank top. He gulped down as he saw her. It wasn't the first time she showed so much skin, but this time it felt slighly different, it felt almost sexual.

She got up onto the bed and moved under the covers with him, peeking his lips and offering him a good night, then turned off the lights.

If the Hacker was tiered before, now it was like a lightning struck him, because sleep was out of the calculum now.

"Are we together now?" he finally broke the silence and asked. Aria moved to turn around and looked into the dark at him.

"What kind of question is that?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Just making sure. That's all. I do care, you know." he spoke in a soft voice, his arms wrapping around her, making her squeak but welcome the warmth.

This was a total surprise. Aria knew Erron could be sweet, if he wanted and left his ego aside, but this is all new. It was like a different person.

She knew that he went through some nasty relationships and didn't wanted to try again, because he was sick of ending the dumb one, but the realization hit her. She managed to make him open his heart.

Who knew that this egocentric sadistic killer could be such a softie?

"I am not gonna leave you." she whispered into his chest, her lips kissing his inked skin.

"I know." he spoke, his hands stroking the skin of her lower back as the tank top riddled up. She shivered at the feeling and wondered if things could go that way. It was tempting.

"Not tonight." he broke the silence yet again.

She looked up at him and felt her heart skip a beat.

"I want to enjoy this simple moment together." he said, kissing the top of her head.

Well, that sure was a pluse. The Hacker pushing his libido aside for a cuddling moment. She sure was one lucky lady.

And to think the two used to be just friends.

[crystal-rhyming]

over

pairing: onew/lee jinki x female reader

rating: m, smut

word count: 4,3+

warnings: overstimulation, pwp, cumplay, basically just pure filth.

i didn't proof-read this, so i apologize if there are bunch of typos, grammar mistake (english is not my first language) and a lot of other mistakes!

summary: "Turns out you're that spoiled for me, huh, Princess? You're really one that needs to be taken care of, Darling." she whines at his words, he's being good towards her, too good.

He licks his lips, eyes burning into her in front of him, sitting on his lap, her hair disheveled, her shirts unbuttoned and her denim shorts off her hips. "Why are you staring at me like that?" she asks, her tone playful and it sounds lower than how her usual pitch would like. Jinki simply gulps, feeling her shifts upon his layer of boxers, "take a picture, baby, it'll last longer." she chuckles, pecking his lips while her hand palming his crotch, making him gulp even more. "I didn't know you were this type, baby." he says, voice strained from the nerves. He slides his arm to press her body closer to him, their noses touching, "you're not going to take control, princess, not with me." he says, making her pout. "But, you said I can be on top."

"And what that makes you, sweetheart?" His hand slides lower, groping her butt, carefully but roughly, enough to make her gasp out his name. "You will still listen to me. You heard that?" he asks, staring at her with lust swimming in his eyes. "Only this time.." she says, almost begging. Jinki chuckles, "you even beg for this, are you really though?" she nods, "yes." the answer slips out from her lips, he lifts her chin, "go on then, baby, take care of me, I'll listen to you today." she smiles at him, hands cupping his face, kissing him softly, letting him nibbling softly on her lips before she pulls away to trail the kiss lower. Sucking and biting his neck with her hands running up and down his bare sides. He leans back to the headboard, enjoying the feeling of her hot mouth worshipping him slowly. His hand lays on her hips, rubbing it gently as she goes even lower until she reaches his navel.

Her eyes looks up to his, they're filled with lust and curiosity, he smirks at her. "Don't stop, baby, go back to work." she takes his words as a consent from him, pressing her finger upon his shaft, making him groan, he's that hard. She kisses him upon the fabric before peeling it off of him, her fingers move to stroke him slowly, eyes observing the way his eyebrows knotted in together as she tightens her grip on him. "Baby.." he moans, hips squirming under her grip, trying to keep him in place. His jaw clenches, looking down on her as she kisses his length, it's not a quick peck but lingering long kisses and does it make him rock hard. She looks unreal doing this and his eyes refuse to close themselves shut, this view is too nice to pass on.

By the time her lips alternatively switching from sucking him to using her tongue to lap his member, he could feel himself shudder everytime. A low, breathy moans coming out of his mouth in a hush manner, his hand tangled between her dark locks of hair, sometimes caressing her head but mostly transposing his pleasure into pulling her hair. He squeezes his eyes shut before opening them wide again. She looks up, saliva trickling down from the corner of her lips from trying to fit him all completely. She releases his member with a pop, hand pumping him slowly. "Guide me through this, Daddy." she purrs, making him groan lowly. Jinki brushes her fallen strands of hair from her face, rubbing her face with his calloused hand. "Yeah, baby?" he hums, "take all of me, baby. Slowly." he commands.

She follows his order, wrapping her lips around his tip, tongue pressing against his prominent veins, he runs his fingers through her hair, "you know better than to tease me, baby." he growls, making her hum around his member, sending vibration around it. She lowers her mouth slowly, feeling the way his pre-cum sipping out of his slit, savoring his flavor on her tongue as she takes him deeper. "Fuck. Baby, you're doing so good, fuck." he groans, praising her with that deep voice of his. She lowers herself even more, feeling the tip of his shaft pressing against her throat, "slowly, I won't hurt you, I promise." he strokes her hair, he could feel her gag-reflex is quick enough to close her throat up. "Relax your throat for me, princess, breath through your nose." she follows through his instructions diligently, quickly getting used of the action, Jinki sighs in pleasure, "yes, like that.. For God's sake, don't stop.." he moans, hips trying hard not to thrust up into her throat and making her uncomfortable. His hand running up and down on her back, still covered with her thin shirt. 

He bites down his lip to hold back on his moans as her mouth keep sucking him hard, occasionally stroking the rest that she couldn't get into her mouth, lips sucking around his tip, making him unconsciously moving his hips against her mouth. "Baby, I'm close.." he groans, enough to make her move her mouth more aggressively, tongue pressing flat on his vein, feeling how his shaft throbbing with her mouth around it. She lets go of his member, quickly pumping him, urging him to come for her. "Go on." she murmurs, smirking at him. Jinki groans, it sounds wild and animalistic. "Fuck, baby, I'm coming!" he roars, she is fast enough to wrap her mouth around him, feeling his hips rocking against her mouth and through her hand, spurting out his semen in her wet cavern. Which she swallow wholefully, not letting a drop come to a waste.

He breathes heavily as she doesn't stop sucking him. "Baby―fuck, I just came." he shakes under her torture, looking into the mischievous glint in her eyes as she amp up her actions, making his thighs quiver under the overstimulation. "Holyーfuck!" At this moment, Jinki could feel all his senses wake up, he's so much more sensitive now, the most, in his whole life. It feels so good, it feels too good, he wants to cry about it. He wants to cum― he needs to. His hips thrusting into her mouth a little more feverish as she lets him do so, holding back all her reflex, it's worth the price by feeling him throbbing again, yearning for a release. He chants her name under his breath, his grip is tightening around her hair as he feels his climax is just right on the tip of his nose. He moans loudly, one of his hand clutching the bedsheets almost desperately, breathing heavily as she forces him into his second release, leaving him speechless of all words.

She swallow his loads, again, looking up again as she pulls away from his member with a loud 'pop', hand still stroking him up and down, slow but tight. She looks at him, "did I do good, daddy?" she asks, still unbothered with the fact that he's staring at her like she's some kind of prey while her hand still trying to stimulate all of his senses. Jinki pulls her face for a kiss, his teeth clashing with hers as he moans into her mouth. "Where did you―ah, fuck, baby― learn that?" he asks back. His hand resting on her waist as her stroking comes to a stop. "I just figured out if you like it." she answers, "overstimulating me? Baby, you're so bad." he replies, his thumb sweeps over her swollen bottom lip, "but I admit you did good and looked so beautiful like that."

She smiles sweetly, making him raising his brow, "you have something you want don't you?" he asks. His hand trailing down to grope her ass, she shakes her head, "I don't." she answers, sliding her shirt off, unbothered with his eyes that clearly looking at her in disbelief. "Don't look at me like that." she says, a little whiny as she rakes her fingers through her hair. Jinki smiles lightly, "well, sorry for having a gorgeous girlfriend." he replies, his hand pressing behind her neck to get her closer to him. Locking her lips softly with him, he can still taste himself on her tongue as her hands are pressing on his shoulders, attentively rubbing and gripping the skin. She moans into the kiss when his other hand tangling her panties with his fingers, which he quickly ripped off while taking his hands of her. 

He pulls away to breathe with her forehead pressing on his. "You're making me insatiable." he murmurs, fingers delicately spreading her wetness on her folds before inserting the two digits inside, prepping her for more. She moans with her eyes closed, her walls unpurposely clowing around his fingers as her hips bucking against him, "Jinki.." she whimpers, his other hand rubbing her waist, biting his lips at the scene unfold before his eyes. "I thought you want to take control this time, baby?" he mocks, his fingers move faster inside of her, curling them to rub against her spot. "Turns out you're that spoiled for me, huh, Princess? You're really one that needs to be taken care of, Darling." she whines at his words, he's being good towards her, too good. Her toes curling upon the massive amount of stimulation he's giving her at the moment, her nails digging crescent into his skin, "please.." she begs, not having the guts to come unless he lets her to.

Jinki nods, "come, baby." he orders, feeling her walls throb around his digits as his thumb roughly circling her clit, making her shake from the pleasure. "I need you, Jinki, please.." she says breathlessly, he shakes his head, "I need you to cum again, I'll let you taste your own medicine." he replies, thumb moving even hastily upon her clit, making her shiver from the overstimulation, her thighs quiver as he amps up his movement, the squelching sound coming from her doesn't even bother to make her embarrassed anymore. 

She groans, throwing her head back when the climax hits her like the world has crashed down on her, if it isn't for Jinki's arm circling around her, she might fall back from the lack of her strength that her energy has been drained out. He takes no time to let her breathe as he switches his fingers with his member, thrusting up into her, feeling the inconsistency of her walls throbbing around him. Her eyes squeezing shut at the common but unfamiliar explosion of feels she gets in a small amount of time. This kind of thing would always reminds her why is he so different than other men she had met.

He lifts his eyes to meet hers, there's a light smirk upon his lips, he definitely likes it whenever she reacts like she's new to him. "Move." he orders, his voice lower than usual with his palm laying comfortably on her hips. She could feel her own veins pumping blood to her heart, she lifts her hips just to yearn for herself to going back down again. Jinki groans lowly, head pressing against the headboard of the bed, eyeing his girl moving upon him through his half-lidded eyes. "Good girl, you're so good, baby, god." he babbles, his hand massaging her waist slowly, feeling the way her nails digging into his skin, it will leave marks but who cares. His hips grind into hers, leaving her moaning his name in the most sensual way, his lips tracing the exposed skin on her neck, humming into her on how good she's doing.

But Jinki knows so well on how much she could actually take before she gives in to him completely. He watches how her chest rises and fall with each inhales, or how her bangs stick to her forehead, or how his shaft being completely burried within her every single time she sinks herself on him. He bites his lips, brushing her hair out of her face, "you look so ethereal like this, baby." he says, kissing the column between her neck and shoulder, she drops her head into his clavicle, "Jinki.. fuck." she groans, throbbing around his shaft. He is quick to get a grip on her hips, rolling her to lay on her back, "you're so spoiled." he mocks, "can't even dominate me without submitting yourself to me, I really got you under my skin, it's almost unbelievable." she whines, eyes looking at his, squinted and wrapped in lust. His hips pounds into her, his palm being planted flat on the bed while her hand gripping his shoulder.

"Safe word?"

"Red."

"Good girl, on four."

It doesn't take long for her to obey his orders, rolling over just to support her weight to her elbows, gulping when she feels his hand on her bare skin. Her breath stutters when he rakes it upwards to her waist, before moving down again to cup her folds while his fingers linger on her entrance, sighing in content when the tips feeling the wetness that soaks from her. "To know I have this kind of effect on you.." he says, inserting two of his fingers into her, making her lets out a soft moan from the action. "God, it's like velvet, you're so addicting." his eyes looks at her form, slumped on the bed, her head pressing on the pillow. "If you think I can get enough of you, you're so wrong, I can't." he says, pumping his fingers faster into her, enough to get her all riled up and clenching around them.

"Jinki.." she croaks out, her fingers curling desperately on the sheets.

"Yes, baby?" he smirks, knowing exactly what she wants but teasing her is always worth it. His fingers move slower than before, dragging and edging her as much as he can with his digits. She whines loudly, so ready to protest at him but in this state, she knows better than to going against his will.

"Don't tease.." she grunts, feeling self-conscious on how her slick walls are clenching and throbbing uncontrollably around him. She could hear him chuckle lowly at her. "Are you close, baby? Is that why?" Jinki pecks her back, making her shiver from the sensitivity, closing up even harder for him. "Fuck, you're so eager, huh, you make me want to give in so easily." he groans, his thumb circling her clit mercilessly, enough to have her toes curling, both in pain and pleasure. His hand squeezing the plump flesh, liking the softness from her skin.

"God― fuck! Jinki, I'm cumming!" she says, almost screaming at the intense stimulation he's giving. Jinki brushes his fingers against her spot feverishly, "come." he orders, having her trashing her hips against his hands, her fingers clutching the bedsheets as her climax hits even harder than earlier. His thumb never stop touching her clit, letting her shivering at the overstimulation. He could hear her sobs into the pillow, this is the third, he has no idea of how much of a mess she will be if he forces her into the fifth orgasm.

"Jinki, it hurts." she whimpers, breathing heavily, her juice flowing down her thighs as he slowing down his pace. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks, his other hand softly rubbing her sides, "no." she answers, her head shaking, "I need you, please, please." her eyes peering at him, watching him contemplating his next action, torn between wanting to torture her or just giving in.

It's not like his member could be any harder than this too.

His hand hitting her ass firmly, processing to fondle it to ease the burning pain from the skin. "I don't think you deserve it." he says, raising his eyebrow as he watches her arms are quivering, overwhelmed. Jinki bites his lips, it's so fun to see how her attitudes are so different on stage and when she's with him. So vulnerable, so soft, a very big contrast on how fierce and strong she'd look. He hears her whimpers turn more shallow by time and her folds are leaking from her own essence, it amazes him on how drenched she could get.

"Please." she begs, hating the idea that he's not doing anything to relief the aching between her legs. Jinki smiles, quietly determined to make her come until she really begs him to stop. Pulling his hands away from her, he slides his thigh between her to make her spreads her legs wider before thrusting into her without warning, earning her loud gasp as a reward.

"You asked for it."

She groans, feeling his hand roughly fondling her ass while pushing her down even more. God, Jinki really makes her feel things, from craving to aching, so badly, for him, only for him. Every long, sleepless night would always be worth it if it's with him. Even when the times her fingers dive deep down there, nothing can satisfy her needs but him. Everytime he leaves his marks, or he plants his kisses, or whenever his blunt nails digging deep into her skin. Every moves, every sounds, every words even seconds are worth it, if it's him.

"Fuck, you feel so good around me, you were really made just for me, huh."

Her moans getting louder, it's almost like the sound of the bed creaking doesn't exist. She never clutches for things so hard before, her fingertips feel like they're going numb from the hard squeeze she does everytime.

"Who owns you?" he asks, voice at his lower tenor. 

His hips thrusting hard into her, filling her to the hilt, his tip brushing against her g-spot, enough to make her see stars within the white. She lets out a silent scream at the pace he's doing on her. Her throat rips out a loud cry at this point.

Her eyes squeezing shut. Him, it's always him. She could feel his hand trail lower to fondle her breasts, making sure they're not abandoned from his touch, fingers tweaking and twisting the sensitive buds between them, she could feel her strength starts to get at it's peak but this position really make him as close as ever to her. Their skin flush into each other. She could feel his raging breath kissing her skin, his low moans and groans in her ears, his lips kissing her nape.

"You, Jinki, oh fuck―yes, right there, please don't stop."

He never really wishes to stop anytime soon.

Jinki grunts, biting her neck with a bit more force to coax more sounds out of her. Every gasps, every moans, it's almost rare for him to be this rough, he usually would be more loving and careful not to push her to her limits. He usually would be more affectionate but today, with her teasing him all day, the view of her sucking on his member eagerly like one dirty girl no one knows about, is too much. Hearing her calling out his name and the way her hair falling down, covering her face like a curtain really got his cock throbbing at the thought.

"Right. That's right, good girl. You're mine."

Jinki kisses the mark he made on her neck, admiring the bruise as his hips move even feverish each time. She groans loudly, "babe, oh my god, so good." she moans out, her insides throbbing around him as he fucks her into the mattress. She presses her face into the pillow to muffle her moans just to have his hand tugging a ponytail out of her hair.

"No, baby, let me hear you."

She sucks in a whole lot of air after her breathing was being restricted while her head is burried in the pillow earlier. His arm circling around her waist as his hips pounding into her, she's so sure she wouldn't be able to stand later on. "Please touch me." she begs, her clit aching for more friction to send her to her edge already. Jinki hums next to her ear, his hand dives down to her pussy, the tips are circling her clit roughly, enough to make her bucks her hips into him with a choked out scream. Her walls tightening around him as he gets her closer to her climax.

"God, do that again." he moans, pinching her clit to make her throws her head back, pressing it to his shoulder, "fuck, I'm close again." she says, her sweat clings to her skin, making it damp as she moves her hips against him, "holy shit―Jinki, please make me cum." her eyes closing shut, lips swollen after so much biting she did as he fucks her hard.

"You fucking bet, I would." he says, growling into her ear as his hips snap into hers, leaving himself breathless at his own doings while she's whining, overwhelmed is such an underrated word at this moment. He pushes her back down, it's easier to own her when she's almost immobilized beneath him. Jinki groans at the tightness of her walls as she struggles to not actually black out from the sensations. "Yes, yes, please, god, fuck me raw, Jinki. I'm yours to own." she says, her face red and hair sticking to her skin due to her sweat. Her thighs quivering as he keep thrusting his shaft harder into her, if there will be a bruise, let it has a bruise. Jinki grunts, his finger keeps circling her clit, faster, rougher.

"Jinki!" she screeches, her walls clenching even tighter around him, her mouth forms an 'O' along with the silent scream while her fingertips turning white at the harsh clutch she's doing as they curl on the sheets. He really ruin her so good tonight. 

"Come."

Jinki snap his hips into her once again to trigger her orgasm even more. He throws his head back at how her slick walls massaging his member so good, so deliciously and it feels like he might lose his control for the night if she keeps doing this to him. He grips her hips as he stills his move for a short moment to feel more of her contracting walls around him. His sweat dripping down his temple from the torturing amount of control he had to do to prolong the whole intercourse. He likes this, fuck, he loves this.

He could feel her juice seeping from her, prickling down to her trembling thighs whenever he pulls out just to slam it into her again, her face planted on the pillow but he could still hear her pants and groans as he moves his hips again, he's not finished yet. "One more time." he says, ignoring her pleas and whines while he's at it. He could feel the way her thighs tremble at the the intense overstimulation he's been doing for the last hour. Her eyes squeezing shut to keep her mind sane, along with her mouth spilling moans and her walls clenching around him so tightly, too tightly to urge him to get to his climax already.

"Good girl, I'm close." he moans, throwing his head back as she pushes her hips back to meet his thrusts. God, that feels amazing. Jinki could feel every inch of his senses are awake and in ecstasy everytime.

He quickens his pace, groaning loudly, calling out her name in a way nobody ever heard before as he becoming more animalistic and wild. Too rough to take control of his own actions. She cries out of pleasure as he finally snaps his hips into her, spilling his seeds into her womb. Jinki breathes heavily, his forehead scrunches as he rides his high. Hissing at the sensitivity, he rubs her back before pulling his member completely out of her. He lets out a sigh of relief as he stares down at her, thighs quivering, her back rises and falls with each breath she takes. His hand fondling her ass, biting his lips to hold back his smirk as he witnesses how his sperm flowing out of her hole, wetting both her thighs and the sheets. He would have to change his bed sheets later on but who cares, it's not something he can see everyday.

"Good girl." he praises, kissing the skin of her back before letting go of his grip, watching her falls into the bed with a light thud. Jinki sits next to her, eyes meeting hers before she shyly hides her face within her hands. "You did so well, baby." he says, tucking the fallen strands of her hair behind her ear. She smiles tiredly when he says so, "are you okay, babe? Are you hurt somewhere?" Jinki is always this considerate. "I'm okay. The soreness will come later, but I'm alright." she answers, her eyes looking up to him. Disheveled hair, plump red lips, his sweat sticking to his skin, but his eyes are softer, extremely different than the way he looked at her earlier. His hand gently caress her head, pulling the blanket for her, "I'll get you water and wet cloth, do you want to go to the toilet? Do you want me to help you?" she laughs softly, shaking her head, a part of her is tingling on how soft and vanilla he actually is, she takes his hand in hers, kissing the knuckles for him. "I'm alright, I can help myself, thank you, babe."

Jinki finally sighs in relief, taking his scattered shorts and wear it, prepping to fulfill his promise to rehydrate her and clean her up.

"Jinx, baby." she calls out making him stop on his tracks to turn around, raising one of his brows. "You didn't forget something?"

He smiles, coming back to the bed, pecking her head. "I love you." he says, ruffling her hair. She grins, "I love you too." Jinki laughs a little, "I'll get you your stuffs."

"Don't take too long."

He shakes his head in disbelief at her clinginess.

"It won't take long."

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Buster

Rio: Do you think I need to report or tip the deliveryman for taking advantage of the unlocked front door? Rio: can't decide Buster: Are you sure it was unlocked? Rio: Well I was sure I locked it actually but apparently not Rio: Indie also swears she didn't forget so must've been me Buster: Unless she swore on her stash there's no reason to take it as gospel, babe Rio: True Rio: thanks anyway 😚 they look really pretty in the kitchen window Buster: Hold on, I didn't send you anything Buster: What kind of delivery was it? Rio: Yeah, tbh, I didn't think it was you Rio: but I was hoping Rio: [the picture] Rio: they look kinda cheap Rio: cannot work out who they're from Buster: Is the address right? Maybe they're for next door but yours was open Buster: Fuck it, throw them out and I'll replace them for you Rio: There isn't one, there's like nothing Rio: Maybe Drew's planning to give 'em to someone Buster: Ask him Buster: Could also be one of Indie's friends, you said they were cheap, like Rio: Awh, how sweet Rio: yeah, I'll ask Rio: how are you anyway? Buster: Better before I was worried about your home security Rio: Don't be Rio: You've never forget to lock up before? Rio: Be Drew that'd be 😥 Buster: Course not Buster: My parents would kill me Rio: Guess you have more stuff to steal Rio: luckily we've just been gifted something so that's as good as you can hope I suppose Buster: No bullshit, are you okay? Rio: It just shook me up a bit Rio: but now I've had time to calm down Buster: You can stay here any time and for any reason Buster: You know that Rio: I know Rio: I promise I don't need that though Rio: even though I miss you Rio: wish you were here Buster: I miss you too Buster: I'll come and see you this weekend Buster: Move some shit around Rio: Can you? Rio: don't if you can't Buster: I can Buster: And I want to Rio: I wish they were from you Rio: not an unsubtle hint Buster: I don't need any hints Buster: I just ordered some Buster: But we can track the delivery on these, like Rio: I love you Rio: see who gets here first, you or the flowers Buster: I love you Buster: But they better or else we are gonna have to have a word with whoever the fuck delivers shit to your place Rio: 😂 Rio: its not quite that rough that the postie throws it and runs Buster: Says you Rio: What does that mean? 😏 Buster: It means I've only got your word for it since I can't exactly forgo the hotel and sleep over Rio: You'd prefer your hotel, I'm not gonna oversell it that hard, like Buster: I ain't gonna deny that either Buster: Unless you stayed there and left me alone at the hotel Rio: That just ain't gonna happen Rio: never ever Rio: least no one here is really keeping that close a check on where I am Rio: much easier Buster: Yeah fuck knows where I'm gonna say I am if anyone asks Buster: I'll obviously think of something as per but the standard excuses are gonna start sounding like they are exactly that one of these days Rio: I know Rio: be easier if visiting your sister was a little more in question Rio: but that would require actually doing that so Buster: As much as I love you, babe Rio: I know Rio: she's settled well though Buster: No need to try and make any friends when she's got Junior, is there? Buster: He more or less guarantees her an easier life Rio: Alright for some Rio: lucky he's such a nerd they let him skip Buster: Exactly Rio: Why you gotta be so overachieving, huh Rio: I'm so bored without you Buster: I didn't get put forward a year, I'm clearly not working hard enough actually Rio: Nah, you just don't have crazy genius brain Rio: which I think is probably a good thing Rio: and your school would never, doing everything by the 100 year old book Buster: Cheers Buster: For the compliment and the reminder Rio: You know you're still going to get everything you want Buster: Course I am Buster: I've earned it despite my lack of a genius level IQ Rio: Are you mad I called you not a genius? Buster: Like you said, it's a good thing Buster: Fuck being a weirdo Rio: Bit rude Buster: Come on Rio: You don't need to call anyone a weirdo if you're not mad Buster: You know what I mean Buster: I'm perfect as I am Rio: Okay Buster: Don't get mad Buster: Just 'cause I ain't Rio: 🙄 I'm not Rio: shh Buster: Convincing Rio: Well I will be if you keep going on Buster: Behave Rio: Come over and make me Mr. Perfect 😏 Buster: Friday afternoon Buster: Soon as school's over and done with Rio: 😾 I guess I'll behave then then Buster: Are you gonna be perfect? Rio: Aren't I always? 😇 Buster: You know you are Buster: But you also know I wanna hear you promise Rio: I promise I'll be perfect for you Buster: Good girl Rio: Buster Buster: Rio Rio: You're so rude Rio: distracting me Buster: What are you doing that needs your full attention? Rio: I'm trying to cook Buster: I'll leave you to focus then, yeah? Buster: Wouldn't wanna be even ruder or anything Rio: Don't you dare Buster: You know I always dare Rio: Oh, so we're playing now? Buster: Yeah Rio: And you aren't playing nice Buster: I didn't make any promises to be Rio: Me either Rio: 'til Friday Buster: You can't help yourself though Buster: You're an angel Rio: For my sins Rio: and yours Buster: What sins are those? Rio: If I need to remind you, then its really been way too long since we last did a visit Buster: Or I need to remind you how heavenly everything we've ever done together is Rio: I wouldn't mind that reminder Buster: Call me Rio: [does] Buster: Tell me the kitchen ain't on fire Rio: It ain't Rio: Dinner is gonna be late Rio: but we'll all survive Buster: Well I'm not sorry about that Buster: I've gotta wait til Friday to have dinner with you Rio: I can't wait to cook for you Buster: Don't make me miss you more Rio: You wait 'til I have my own place proper Rio: treat you like such a 👑 all day every day Buster: I'm not sure I can wait, baby Buster: Jesus Rio: Next time your parents are away, tell me and I'll get the next flight Rio: never guaranteeing a free house here but we can play then Buster: Hold on, I'll check the calendar Buster: [a date] Rio: It's done Buster: Easily Rio: then when you go uni we can be together all the time Buster: Every day Rio: Can't we just be 18 now? Buster: I swear I feel older than that already Rio: Me too Rio: its crazy we've been doing all this over 2 years now Rio: never mind everything else Buster: Yeah Buster: Looking at their calendar only proves that my parents treat me like I'm older when it suits 'em Rio: Good for parties Rio: good for me and you Rio: but it must feel so big when its just you in that house Rio: my poor baby Buster: Technically not good enough though 'cause I can't move out or change schools Buster: But I ain't complaining Buster: Especially when I've got you to keep me company if it gets lonely Buster: Just one call away, like Buster: And like you said, the parties and visits mean I rarely am alone anyway Buster: We'd definitely have gotten closer to getting caught if I had different parents as well Rio: It won't last forever, even if it feels like it Rio: best place for you to be right now Rio: and I'll always be here Rio: no matter what Rio: sometimes I forget no one knows Rio: when I'm talking to you Rio: but then its painfully obvious again when we have to hide it Buster: I know Buster: Me too Buster: But that doesn't have to be forever either Buster: We can tell 'em when we're older Rio: We'll have to Rio: I can't just suddenly decide I wanna move to America when you happen to be going too Buster: And when I propose, you won't be able to hide a diamond that big Rio: You can't just say things like that Buster: Don't you wanna marry me? Rio: Of course I do Buster: Good Rio: You really want to marry me Rio: and be with me forever Buster: Of course I do Rio: Buster, I love you so much Rio: how are you real Buster: I could ask you the same question Buster: But I reckon whatever you think makes me unreal does the same to you Rio: You're just Rio: I'm just so glad you're in this as much as I am Rio: we want the same things Buster: I've never half arsed anything in my life, I'm not about to start with the most important part of it Rio: That's why I love you Rio: you're so dedicated and passionate and Rio: fuck Buster: It's for you as much as it is me Buster: I ain't forgotten the future you want Buster: I'm gonna give you everything Rio: Just marry me now Rio: Jesus Buster: Not until you can openly wear the ring every single day Rio: Okay Rio: deal Buster: I'll get you something else to wear in the meanwhile Buster: A ring that's not so obvious Rio: Baby Buster: I fucking love you Buster: There needs to be another word for it that's more descriptive or whatever Buster: Just more everything Rio: I get it Rio: I get you, you get me Rio: There's nothing I wanna do where I don't want you with me Rio: other people don't even register, never mind compare Buster: I feel that too Buster: Since I was a kid Rio: No one else could hold my attention like you Buster: 'Cause there's nobody else like me Rio: Not even close Buster: You won't ever regret choosing me Buster: I'll make sure you don't Rio: I know Rio: but it was never a choice really Rio: not in a bad way just in a Rio: I don't even know Rio: like we was meant to be from the start Buster: I know Buster: Like you said, we're the same in that and loads of other shit Rio: Plus you're the hottest boy to ever walk the planet so obviously, you're mine 😋 Buster: Yeah, that too, like Buster: But even if you weren't the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, I'd still want you to be mine Buster: 'Cause you're the best in so many other ways as well Buster: And I'll never be over how perfect you are or what you make me feel like Rio: Stop being perfect and sincere when I'm just trying to live over here Buster: We've established I can't Buster: Or won't Rio: How do you do that Rio: cheer me up Rio: make me forget Buster: 'Cause I always get what I want Buster: And I want that for you Rio: You're the best Buster: I know Buster: So I deserve you Rio: What do you wanna do when you're here? Rio: Aside from have me be perfect, obviously Buster: We need to get you a ring, of course Buster: Unless you want me to surprise you with it Rio: 😁😁😁 Buster: If that's what you actually look like, show me Rio: [the most excited selfie] Buster: Baby Rio: Daddy Rio: tbh Buster: Tell me what you wanna do when I'm there Buster: Aside from saying that again, obviously Rio: 😏 and again and again Rio: Hmm Rio: just be with you Rio: I don't care what we're doing, as long as its what we wanna do Rio: makes a change from my routine Buster: Well that's the least I can do Buster: Don't worry Rio: I'm never worried Rio: not when I'm with you Buster: Good Buster: You're safe with me Buster: Even if you forget to lock every door Rio: I won't Rio: I'm not a total idiot Buster: I know how smart you are, babe Rio: 🙄 Buster: Don't Buster: I'm serious Rio: Its whatever Rio: I don't need to be smart Rio: just work it Buster: You are though regardless Rio: Whatever you say, babe Buster: You gonna listen to whatever I say? Rio: 🙉🤭 Buster: Alright then Rio: Awh, you mad at me? Buster: Is that what you're trying to do? Rio: Maybe Rio: has it worked? Buster: Try harder Rio: 😤😠💪 Buster: Come on Rio: . Rio: That's me not replying, 'cos nothing makes you madder than being ignored Buster: Well played Rio: Thank you Rio: If I do it for real will you call me again? Buster: How could I resist? Rio: Don't Rio: only me who's gotta resist talking to you Rio: which is really really hard Buster: I'll make your efforts feel worth it Rio: 😣 Buster: I promise Rio: Okay Rio: I can do it Buster: Prove it Buster: [calls]

[knightsdeath]

they're sitting side by side, watching the slowly setting sun in the distance. ashe scoots himself closer to felix, linking their arms before resting his head on his right shoulder sleepily. it's quiet for a while. he likes it. after a few minutes of silence he speaks, a sort of pensive curiosity in his voice. "do you think-- do you think if there hadn't been a war, would we still have become as close as we did? do you think we would've just forgotten each other after we graduated?" he hopes not

there is a certain level of unreality to it.

this place and this time and this man and the idea of peace that surrounds them in a strange and uncertain way, as if hesitant to even consider itself a concept. the paths that they have walked to reach this place and this comfort ( or the idea of it, that is ) that brings him closer and allows their bodies to : sigh into each other.

one of the two, at least.

the learning of comfort ( or the figment of ) is a steady process that he undergoes constantly in the presence of this man and it’s the wearing away of his paranoia, for now, for a time, for these seconds and moments wherein they are together and there is nothing else to contend with / nothing else to grapple with / nothing else to attend to and there is something UNNATURAL ABOUT IT. far more than he actively wishes to acknowledge. something unsettling. like a vase shifted out of place. a blade left to rust. blood caked beneath his finger nails after washing and washing and washing. as if ————

as if he isn’t meant to be here. as if he doesn’t belong in this picture. as if he’s put on armor meant for another, molded perfectly to their form. his skin crawls.

but there’s ashe’s warmth and their shared and mingled silence before / the question that is posed and drifts so quietly through the air and / dampens the stretching rays of the sun. a question understood and comprehended but one that doesn’t warrant a true answer because the consideration of WHAT IFS are so inherently dangerous that the concept sits strangely in his chest / sticky / a thick layer of sludge on his heart that dulls its continuous beat.

if there hadn’t been a war. if and if and if and if ———— he knows the answer well enough / knows it without even truly thinking about it / knows it the way that he knows the eyes that gaze back at him in a mirror and the fall of his hair and the freckles that dot ashe’s skin. this is not a what if to agonize over in the technical sense of this is where they are and to go back into time and change everything is such an impossibility that it’s laughable.

yet to say aloud : i would have forgotten you feels like a cruelty.

but he knows himself. far better than most would begin to assume / far better now than he had when their lives had first intersected and then diverged / the tangle of his mind and the compartmentalization of anything and everything so thorough and absolute that had life continued and war hadn’t begun and they had never arrived here once more : ashe would have been so thoroughly removed from his mind / it would be as if he never existed.

no need for disbelief. he’s done it before and before and before and while the entire expulsion of his memories of ashe would have been unlikely given that he had been a TECHNICAL NONENTITY IN HIS LIFE in spite of his trailing and enthusiasm and excitement and nerves / that he would have simply / faded into the background / half-forgotten.

❝ ———— we wouldn’t be like this, ❞ it’s the honest truth ; not quite as cutting as the first option. the distance between them would have been insurmountable, in both distance and their lives and the differences that laid between them, then.

or maybe that’s his personal brand of pessimistic realism speaking.

he can feel ashe shift next to him and can imagine, with vivid clarity, the disappointment and hurt and foolish understanding that clouds his expression that was once peaceful and almost serene. felix would mourn his passing if he were anyone else ( and isn’t that always the key? if he were anyone else. if he were anyone but himself. if he were anyone but ———— ) but he doesn’t remain unmoved by the mere thought, in spite of appearances. there is that horrible tenderness that throbs in his chest that is softened and made something kinder by ashe’s warmth / thawing his frost / and the closeness that they share / and the creation of : THIS. whatever this is. he knows what this is.

❝ it doesn’t matter. we’re here, aren’t we? ❞ through war and strife and battle and bloodshed and walking over the mass graves that have been so seamlessly erected over a land that has never TRULY KNOWN PEACE / and it’s a strange concept to think that they’ve found each other / or rather that ashe has found him / and the thought is so disgustingly saccharine that it turns his stomach. like something out of a damn fairy tale, in the end.

❝ it’s useless to dwell on what if. ❞

( but there’s this : the concept of that what if. the concept of that strange and unknowable place where there is no war and there is only a tense and false peace that reigns over this land and there he would be THE DUKE TO BE and a soldier, still / would he have abandoned his house? would he have stayed? would that winter stretch eternally? skipping and skipping and skipping until it reaches autumn in the form of a SQUIRE traveling alongside a faceless and nameless and pointless knight and their paths would meet again and what would happen? what would become of them?

they wouldn’t be here / but they would be there / and would their eyes have met beneath that yawning and fathomless sky? would he know the freckles that scatter across his face and the scars that crawling along his body and the beat of his heart beneath his ear and the fall of his hair into his eyes? would they have ————

well. the truth is : no. he’s right, about some things. )

@gasbardian​ // hm

[distinctivelibrarians]

Could you write something about Ezekiel having ptsd flashbacks and thinking he's still in the game while they're in the middle of a party or something? Bonus points if it's Jake/Ezekiel?

Thanks for the prompt! I hope this fits what you were looking for!

(warnings: panic attacks, flashbacks, violence)

Ezekiel was fine.

That wasn’t a deflection by the way. He knew, compared to some other people, and even according to some other people, he was definitely not fine. But on his own scale, looking back at where he was months ago - hell, even a couple of weeks ago - he was fine. And in a few months, he knew, he’d be looking back at this moment and going ‘like hell that was fine, this is fine.’

And that was okay too.

Still didn’t mean he wanted to tell anyone on the team. He was dealing with this on his own - whatever this was; PTSD and/or paranoid-anxiety were the two he’d settled on recently, after months of quiet research on his own, poking around online forums and support groups at a pace he felt he could handle.

And he was fine.

Didn’t mean he was perfect though. But, he liked to think his panic attacks and flashbacks were getting more spread out - less frequent, and less intense.

Easier to hide too, if he was being honest. His teammates weren’t stupid, and he knew it was only a matter of time before someone caught him out in a big way. And he’d much rather be a little farther along that fine scale when that happened, thanks.

So, while he knew he wasn’t perfect, he didn’t expect tonight to be all that bad. The clippings book had sent them them out, like normal; this time, running after the Lampades’ Torch, a funny little lighting fixture that had the unfortunate side effect of driving those in its light mad. Ezekiel thought it was a little unfair that the thing could change shape, but that was neither here nor there. He’s sure Jacob had an explanation for it or something - he’d tuned the other man out about halfway through the rant on the Lampades’ connection with Hecate and something about the underworld.

It’s not that he thought Jacob’s explanations were boring - whatever Jenkins said, he actually did find history interesting sometimes (and it had nothing to do with Jacob getting excited at the barest show of interest, not at all) - it’s just that Jacob was still explaining on their way to the frat house they’d tracked the thing down to.

Which. Question. Why a frat house? Jacob probably had an answer to that too, and they’d probably passed it about half an hour ago. Oh well - he could ask Cassandra for the highlights later.

Eve and Flynn had elected to stay back when they’d found out where the Torch was - something about sticking out like sore thumbs due to their age or whatever. Cassandra had suggested Jacob stay back then too, mostly teasing, which had gotten a squawk and a lot of grumbling on their way out the Back Door.

So. Simple plan really. Find the Torch, cover it, and bolt back through the Back Door before anyone was the wiser.

They didn’t really plan on the frat house being in the middle of a party - homecoming if the half torn down banner was anything to go by. As far as Ezekiel was concerned, that just made it easier to slip in unnoticed. At a look, they all split and disappeared into the crowd.

The crowd was still in that excitable, cheery stage of drunk - no one was yelling excessively, no one was picking a fight, everyone just enjoying the bass and occasional scrap of actual music that could be heard over the crowd, and the proximity with everyone else. Ezekiel was pretty sure that’d last maybe another hour, hour and a half. With any luck, they’d be well gone by then.

If asked later, he could maybe say it was the elbow to the back as he slid through a too-small space between people. Maybe the high-pitched shriek that dissolved into giggles the next room over. Hell, maybe just the press of bodies, but one moment he was moving, looking too hard at every source of light he could and the next-

-where was Eve? Where the fuck was Eve? She’d just been at his side, swinging a crowbar while he’d gone to town with the bat, every other second punctuated by the sick crack of aluminum on flesh and bone. Another spray of blood to the face (someone’s drink, some small, unheard part of his brain would record for later). Another swing, another crack that echoed despite the yells and groans blocking out his own thoughts.

“Eve! Eve, where- Eve!” his voice cracked, hard enough to hurt, familiar enough to push past to keep calling her name. She was suddenly at his side, shouting something, arms and front covered in blood and something darker he didn’t want to think about, knuckles white around her crowbar, and still breathing, still going, thank god.

She was shouting something, even as she kept swinging. He heard the words - could pick out where one started and the other began - but for the life of him, couldn’t string them together.

Then she was in his face, grabbing his arms, stopping his swing and no, no, they had to keep fighting, they had a chance, just a few more feet and they’d be at the save-

“-ekiel! Ezekiel! Come on man, come back to me- here we go.” That last part wasn’t directed at him, and why he could tell that but not where he was, why his feet were still moving, why he couldn’t move his arms, was beyond him.

Jacob’s face picked that moment to come into focus, leaving Ezekiel with a nauseating double vision where Jacob was there, but so was Eve, still in his face, still yelling something he couldn’t parse.

He saw the change in rooms - out of the crowded hallway, into a dark, quiet(ish) bedroom - as he was dragged more than felt his feet actually moving. Which probably explained why he stumbled and dropped heavily as soon as Jacob let go to close the door behind them. There was a sharp sound - Jacob cursing, that unhelpful little piece of his mind supplied, completely unheard - and Jacob was back in his space, touching long enough to get Ezekiel seated against the wall before withdrawing his touch, but not his presence.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I needed to get you out of there, I’m sorry I had to grab you-” He must’ve made a pained sound, because Jacob’s mouth snapped shut with a click. His eyes tracked over his face, but Ezekiel couldn’t say what the other man saw. He was still coming to grips with a couple things - like, suddenly they’re in a dark room when he was pretty sure last he’d seen he’d been on his own in a crowd of people and Eve had been there and-

He choked as he inhaled too sharply, caught between shouting for Eve and gasping in relief because Eve wasn’t there and that was a good thing this time and the air burned down his throat, sending him coughing. Jacob let out a harsh sound beside him, hands coming up to do- something, Ezekiel didn’t know and was too focused on dragging air into his lungs around the coughing to care much. They never made contact anyway, not until he’d finally caught his breath and was slumped back against the wall again.

“Is- is it okay if I touch you?” it took him a moment to recognize Jacob’s voice, pitched too low, fighting with the bass he could now pick out in the background noise. He sounded like when he was pulling Cassandra out of a spiral. Huh.

His throat clicked when he tried to answer so he just nodded. Jacob muttered something again, too low for Ezekiel to catch, pushing back into his space as he settled against the wall beside him, an arm coming around his shoulders to pull him close. It left him able to pull forward if he wanted to escape, but still with support at his back and side, and he felt himself go limp against his side with a groan.

He didn’t know how long they sat there - it felt like hours, but was probably closer to minutes - but Jacob didn’t say a word, his thumb rubbing heavy circles into his shoulder, grounding like nothing else Ezekiel had tried in these past couple of months.

His breathing went through rough, jagged panting, to shuddery, to just… exhausted, but steady, and he found he didn’t want to move even by the time his hands stopped shaking - when the hell had they started? - and Jacob didn’t seem in a hurry to make him.

He was vaguely aware of Jacob shifting at one point, and he didn’t mean to, but he tensed at the idea of Jacob - this grounding comfort beside him that he could maybe be embarrassed about later - leaving. He didn’t though, just pulled out his phone to check something, tapping out a quick reply one-handed before tucking it away again.

“Cassandra found the Torch. Out back - apparently masquerading as a tiki torch. She’s already back in the Library.” his voice stayed that low rumble from earlier and Ezekiel found himself relaxing that little bit more.

His limbs felt heavy when he finally felt like the ground beneath him wasn’t about to tilt or shake or vanish, but he pushed himself away, Jacob’s arm falling easily to let him.

“…I’m gonna go get some water. You gonna be okay for a minute?” he waited for Ezekiel to nod again before pushing himself up and slipping out, closing the door behind him. Ezekiel wasn’t a huge fan at being alone - the dark, though a hell of a lot easier on his sense than any light would be, he knew, had an unfortunate side-effect of giving everything a slightly unreal look and even though the ground wasn’t coming up to swallow him anymore, there was still the sound of teeming bodies just beyond the door, and he could still hear someone shouting… something, and that bass was grating at his ears and was that Eve shoutin-

“Hey, here, take a drink okay?” When did Jacob get back? He blinked a couple times and the room settled back into place, Jacob crouched in front of him, holding out a plastic cup, eyeing him worriedly.

Rather than say anything to that, he just took the cup, gulping the water down greedily when the first sip didn’t immediately make his stomach squirm. When the hell had his throat gotten that dry?

“…Good?” Jacob asked when he was done. Ezekiel paused, running through a checklist he’d developed in the past couple months - he was still at the frat house; they’d been here for the Lampades’ Torch; Eve and Cassandra were back at the Library; nothing was going sideways, nothing hurt besides his throat; the place around him smelled like sweat and alcohol, only somewhat muffled by the door; he could hear people, but they sounded as cheerful as they had when he’d approached the place. Jacob waited patiently, watching him quietly.

“…Think so.” his voice sounded scratched all to hell, but he could talk, so he’d call that a win. Jacob visibly relaxed anyway, so definitely a win.

Ezekiel had a vague notion he should probably be feeling embarrassed right now (which was bullshit, he knew, but he had the idea that a lot of people would be, so maybe he should too), being caught out that badly, in the middle of a case, but all he really felt was tired. And Jacob wasn’t asking for an explanation, wasn’t pushing him to spill his guts here and now.

So. If that vague notion ever actually became a thing, it could be later. Or not at all. He’d prefer not at all, honestly. This was the fastest he’d come down since this whole mess started and he really just wanted to get home to sleep off the adrenaline crash he could feel sluggishly crawling through his body.

“You okay to go? We can get back to the Library and then get you back home.”

“Ah… yeah, sounds good…” there was a part of his brain yelling that going back to the Library meant the others would see him and he didn’t really like the idea of that right now, but was too exhausted to put his finger on why-

“Hey Jenkins,” Jacob was already on the phone. He really needed to move slower, Ezekiel was missing too many movements, “we need a door, and a turn around to Ezekiel’s place. Someone caught a lucky punch in the crowd, so he’s a little out of it. No concussion that I can tell, think he just needs to rest soon. Yeah, I’ll stay with him,” he paused, glancing at Ezekiel. Looking for permission he realized. Ezekiel blinked, then nodded.

The idea of being alone, now that he was thinking about it, wasn’t exactly pleasant.

“Thanks Jenkins.” he ended the call, tucking the phone back in his pocket. “Alright, up ya get.” he kept his hands in Ezekiel’s line of sight, moving slowly enough that he could pull away if he wanted. Fuck that. His legs felt like jello.

He didn’t quite cling to Jacob like a limpet, but it was close. Something else he could maybe be embarrassed about later (but not likely).

In the morning, he’ll remember stumbling into the Library, only to do an about face and stumble into his living room. For now, he just recognizes the door to his room and shuffles that way, fully intending to collapse and sleep for the next twelve hours.

“If you need anything, I’ll be out here okay?” he paused, glancing back. Right, Jacob.

“Ah… right, thanks.” He was pretty sure his smile was too small, too thin, but Jacob seemed to take it for what it was, and smiled back before dropping on the couch.

Ezekiel made it to his room without any other interruptions. And, if he left the door open just enough to hear when Jacob started snoring from the couch. Well, being alone still didn’t sound like that great an idea is all.