#jack x rin davies

[misskittysmagicportal]

i wanna hear about your oc rin!! :0

Oh! Let me find it for you. Emilia Clark is her face claim and she is Charles Xavier level empath. Actually she's more like Mantis?! Because she can shift someone else's emotions, but only with consent. ((Most recently she's found she can do this with sex sort of by emotionally gender bending her partner and switching him with her during the act?)) Her powers are through skin to skin contact.

She's polyamorous with Jack from The Messenger and Roland from Three Summers. She's a cater-waitress and works parttime in Jacks bookstore. They actually met in a mental hospital 😬 But she knew Roland from a musical conservancy where he was her tutor.

She was raised by abusive religious zealots who forced her to use her gifts to grift churchgoers into thinking she could connect them to God through her "visions." They tried to sell her to an older friend for marriage but she ran away from Wales where she's from. She had an older brother Finch (her real name is Aederyn or Wren in Welch) but he passed away. She's been in an out of psych facilities because of her powers, and has attempted suicide several times 🥺 Her parents also burned her hands severely when she wouldn't comply, so she used to wear gloves to conceal her scars. She's grown so confident that they're not a crutch or worn anymore!

She's about 30 currently and her personality is a bit Louisa Clark from Me Before You, and Kate from Last Christmas ☺️ You can meet her here:

#ask miss kitty #rin davies #jack mason x rin davies #the threesomers

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

WIP Game

Tagged by @angst-fairygodmother ☺️

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Pas de Deux- A smutty Nikolai x Selina one shot

Stupid Love (2005) and Pictures of You (2017)- A Sean x Irina love story out of order

Somewhere In My Memory- Selina, Honey, Sunny and Irina in a Christmas one shot I never posted

Only You- The sequel to All You've Got Is Gold with Jeanie x Cormac

Letters to My Daughter- Just what is sounds from Leon to Selina

Love Song For A Vampire- Carles Casagemas x Bianca Solderini Vampire Chronicles crossover

Interlude with A Galactic Traveler- Excerpts from the diaries of Reginald Hargreeves in regards to Leon and Honey Bartucci-Kostas

A hurt/comfort fic featuring Rin Davies and Jack

Not sure who else to tag!

#WIP game #robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #Sean falco #leon #nikolai #selina kostas #honey bartucci kostas #irina nikolaevna kostas #jack #rin davies

[angst-fairygodmother]

I want Mistletoe and Ollie x Jess, Nikolai x Selina please 💋 Orrrr Mittens for Jack x Rin? I love you.

A/N: It still feels weird, like wearing someone else's clothes...not necessarily bad, just weird. Anyway, I hope I did them justice. Word Count: 1195 Rating: T - innuendo, some angst, panic attack

Tagging you just to make sure it gets to you promptly, @misskittysmagicportal. And resisting the urge to overexplain my obvious and italicized joke. 

“Here.” Rin shoved the red paper-wrapped bundle at Jack with a distinct lack of ceremony that set him frowning, puzzled. 

Still, he carefully unwrapped the twine and pulled the tape, being sure to take it slow and making a game out of her impatience. He foot tapped and she fidgeted with her sleeves, the hem of her blouse, and seemingly anything else she could reach. He raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Mittens?” he asked when he’d finished, holding up the multicolored mass with a vague hand shape. They were mismatched, one having a clear, almost razor straight pattern of stripes and the other with too many lumps and deviations to possibly have been intentional. “What’d ye get me these for?”

“Your hands are always so bloody cold, I decided to make you something for it, instead of always shoving your hands up my jumper.”

Jack paused, mulling over how to put delicately that they were nearly unwearable, and certainly not something he’d ever be caught dead in. 

“I thought ye liked it when I stuck my fingers up ye,” he waggled his eyebrows and Rin flushed, struggling to maintain a straight face and glare at her partner. 

“Twat,” she snapped, sticking her tongue out at him childishly.

“That’s the idea.”

“Do you like the gift or not?” there was a hint of nervousness in her voice that wasn’t usual for her, and he reluctantly put them on to appease her.

Inside, despite their appearance, they were surprisingly comfortable, the wool yarn soft and stretchy enough he didn’t feel trapped. 

“They’re uh…unique, for sure,” he nodded, wiggling his digits around to test them. “You said you made them?”

Rin bit her nail and gave a small laugh. “Well, I made one. Most of one. Rolo…helped….” 

Jack nodded slowly in understanding, looking at them again and seeing the telltale signs of the other man in the tight stitches. It was a hobby that made a strange amount of sense for the uptight musician and he could almost picture the Irishman’s clipped, rhythmic movements with the needles, and his annoyance at Rin’s admittedly more chaotic attempts. He smiled, feeling new affection for the (still hideous) garments, the collective work of two people he cared about, who cared about him. 

“Jack?” Rin asked, pulling him back to the room. 

“Thank you, Little Bird.” he pulled one hand out so it was free to reach for her. “They're perfect. But…” he slid his large hand under her hem and up, grinning as she shivered. “I still think I like keeping warm this way better.”

Rin couldn't help hooking an arm around his neck or the hungry look on her face as they drew each other in.

“I think I can let you get away with it one more time.”

~

Despite his initial, and continued, misgivings about their appearance, Jack found himself grateful for the mittens. The icy winds that winter were particularly harsh, seeming to chap any exposed skin as soon as you stepped outside. They had teased that Rin might actually take flight if she wasn't careful, and when they all huddled together at night it was for warmth as much as anything. So the mittens became a permanent presence in the pocket of Jack's beat up old coat, and it made his chest tight with affection when Rin unabashedly grinned, and even tighter from the unexpectedness of Roland's blushes and small smiles, when they caught him wearing them. 

Winter turned to spring, the winds died down and became soaking rain, and then even that passed to summer, and the garments remained in his pocket, almost forgotten by the trio. 

~

Rin was frantic. It was supposed to be a date, just her and Jack and a bit of fun in town. But the “harvest festival” (even though it was hardly an important part of the local economy anymore) was more crowded this year than it was meant to be. And they’d separated, splitting up to get mulled wine and snacks and meet back together for a picnic, so she was suddenly alone in a crowd that wanted to bump and jostle, vying for prime spots in line for different booths and games. She was getting flashes every time someone brushed against her, alcohol lowering their guards and her somehow missing a glove.

She couldn’t think. There was too much else going on inside her head for her to be there. Colors, shapes, smells, sounds, all too quick to form into memories. Feelings, so many feelings. She was too lost to notice hands on her shoulder, or the familiar voice calling her name, to register when he picked her up and moved her through the crowd, sheltering her with his body. 

And then she was just her again, standing in the protective circle of Jack’s arms and crying. 

“Little Bird? Are you okay?” he asked as he continued to hold her. 

She shook his head, clinging to his sweater as best as her mittened hands would let her.

Mittened?

She froze, staring down at her hands. On the left, smooth, straight stripes of color and on the right, a lumpy, ridiculous mess, like a box of crayola had exploded in a yarn factory and someone decided it was good enough. 

“Wha…” she mumbled. “Jack, are these the mittens I gave you last year?”

“Maybe we should go home, yeah? Have a night in instead?” he asked, avoiding the question and her confused, stunned expression. 

“You…still have these? And kept them on you?”

He shrugged. “They’re good mittens.”

She laughed, and he couldn’t help but smile, the sound infinitely better than her tears. “They’re terrible mittens. Especially the one I made.” 

“Matched or not, they’re a set. If I keep one, I hav’ta keep the other. And I like the one you made better.” 

“You’re full of shit. And you still haven’t said why you had them with you?”

“Oh that. I always do. Never take ‘em outta my pocket unless I need t’ wear them. Or ye do I guess. Lucky that.”

She was tearing up again, and he tried not to panic.

“Jack…” she sighed, his name fluttering from her lips. “I can’t believe you actually…I thought you would have thrown them out and gotten proper ones by now.”

“You and Rolo worked hard on ‘em, together, for me. That makes ‘em important, and I’m keepin’ ‘em forever.”

“Matched or not, they’re a set?” she asked, repeating his words with new reverence and he nodded, acknowledging the other meaning.

“But if you ever tell the bastard–” the threat was cut off as Rin threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He sighed, cradling her waist and pulling her close as their tongues slid against one another. 

“Feelin’ better?” he asked when they both broke reluctantly for air.

“Yeah,” she admitted, still seeming just a little shaky. “But I agree, we should go home. I have to talk to an Irishman about a scarf.”

“What?”

“The set isn’t quite complete yet, and a nice big will keep you wrapped up, safe…I mean cozy.”

Jack smiled, wrapping his fingers around hers with a gentle squeeze. “Home it is then.”

#I've got to confess. This is actually the first winter prompt I came up with an Idea for #Jack Mason x Rin Davies #Threesomers #The Messenger fic #borrowing a friend's OC #angst and fluff #frozen fics 2k21 #P.S. I still love you for trusting me with your babies #especially considering our conversation yesterday that got very deep and complicated and emotional

[rarecanons]

Scents that Code Vein characters would have

-Louis

• Definitely has a bit more of a book and paper smell to him since he loves to read, spends a lot of time planning things on paper most likely, and of course mapping out the areas you explore.

• Every so often though, you will catch the scent of the tomato and oden sandwiches that he loves to eat.

-Yakumo

• Alcohol can smelled from him and his breath on occasions, mostly sake though

• Gun powder or metal from making modifications to his gun when MC gives him the custom gun parts that they find

• Of course when he makes Onigiri, you can always tell from the smell of rice, seaweed, and whatever other ingredients he can find to add to them

-Jack

• He’s as much of an alcohol lover as Yakumo, but more of a Brandy or Whiskey type of guy. Depending on what he’s in the mood for.

• Always has some type of cologne on, mostly wearing it to impress a certain someone (*cough* *cough* Eva).

-Davis

• Being someone who keeps in shape, he usually smells like the protein powder that he adds to his drinks.

• Has also more of an Earth-y smell to him from all of his wandering and exploring in the depths.

• Also smells of metal from the suit of armor that he wears all the time.

-Murasame

• Oil and tools from spending most of her time working on weapons and fixing things that everyone brings in.

• Probably a bit of sweat too from working so hard.

• She would also have a liking of things that smell sweet, probably not anything too strong, but more of a soft vanilla or chocolate.

-Coco

• Spices, she always smells of spices since she is ALWAYS craving spicy foods (even though revenants don’t really need to eat).

• If not spices, probably more of a subtle perfume of some sort.

-Mia

• This girl loves her tea, she smells of it whenever she is brewing some for everyone after a long day.

• Also the organic soap that MC brings her, she loves using it because she doesn’t want the gift to go to waste.

-Eva

• A soft rose perfume that Jack probably got for her.

• Probably tea or some type of herbs from when she is hanging out with Coco and Mia.

-Io

• At first she has more of an earthy smell, she probably never knew too much about cleaning till after she met MC.

• Would probably take on the scent of whoever cleans her for a while, but would prefer the scents that MC enjoys the best.

#code vein #yakumo shinonome #rin murasame #headcanon #imagine #writing #Coco #Louis #jack rutherford #eva roux #davis #io #code vein headcanon #code vein imagine #code vein x reader

[fictionalxlifexreality]

FictionalxLifexReality’s Wish List for the Kagome Xover Exchange @MizukixTsukiyomi

Here’s my wish list of animes/tv shows/movies/games and characters for the Kagome Xover Exchange! I’m open to any genres out there, although, I’m not too keen on anything that’s too dark or angsty.

I don’t mind receiving NFSW material, but if you ask me to do one, I can’t really say I can do it. I’ll do my best, but I don’t really know how to write one, let alone draw one, without messing up too horribly. 

These are all the animes/mangas I’ve watched and read, movies and TV shows I’ve enjoyed watching and games my brothers and I, well mostly my brothers, have played over the years, that I think would be interesting for a xover with Kagome.

Animes/Mangas:

07-Ghost: Teito Klein, Frau (Zehel)

Acchi Kocchi: Otonashi Io

Akagami no Shirayukihime: Zen Wistaria, Izana Wistaria, Obi

Amatsuki: Rikugō Tokidoki, Shinonome Kon, Kuchiha

Aoharu x Kikanjuu: Yukimura Tōru, Matsuoka Masamune

Black Blood Brothers: Mochizuki Jiro

Black Cat: Train Heartnet

Blood+: Haji, Solomon Goldsmith

Barakamon: Handa Seishū, Kotoishi Naru

Brave 10: Kirigakure Saizō, Sarutobi Sasuke

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Nakajima Atsushi

Cardcaptor Sakura: Kinomoto Tōya, Tsukishiro Yukito (Yue)

Clamp School Detectives: Imonoyama Nokoru, Ijyuin Akira, Takamura Suoh

Code:Breaker: Ōgami Rei

Cooking Master Boy/Chuuka Ichiban!: Liu Mao Xing, Lan Fei Hong

D.N.Angel: Niwa Daisuke, Dark Mousy, Hiwatari Satoshi, Krad Hikari

D.Gray-Man: Allen Walker, Kanda Yū, Lavi, Lenalee Lee

Dantalian no Shoka: Huey Anthony Disward, Dalian

Death Note: L, Yagami Raito

Durarara!!!: Heiwajima Shizuo, Orihara Izaya

Eyeshield 21: Hiruma Yōichi, Kobayakawa Sena, Shin Seijūrō

Fairy Tail: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster

Free!: Nanase Haruka, Tachibana Rin, Matsuoka Rin

Fruits Basket: Sohma Yuki, Sohma Hatsuharu

Fushigi Yuugi: Hotohori, Tamahome, Nuriko, Mitsukake

Gakuen Alice: Hyūga Natsume

Gakuen Heaven: Itō Keita, Endō Kazuki, Niwa Tetsuya, Nakajima Hideaki, Shinomiya Kōji

Gakuen Mokushiroku/Highschool of the Dead: Komuro Takashi

GetBackers: Mido Ban, Amano Ginij, Fuyuki Shido, Fūchōin Kazuki, Kakei Jūbei, Akabane Kuro'udō

Ghost Hunt: Shibuya Kazuya (Naru, Oliver Davis)

Gosick: Kūjo Kazuya, Victorique de Blois

Gravitation: Sakuma Ryuichi, Shindou Shuichi, Eiri Yuki

Hagane no Renkinjutsushi/Fullmetal Alchemist: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang

Hakkenden: Touhou Hakken Ibun: Inuzuka Shino, Inukawa Sōsuke, Satomi Riō, Inukai Genpachi, Inusaka Keno, Inumura Daikaku

Hakuouki: Hijikata Toshizō, Okita Souji, Hajime Saitou

Hamatora: Nice, Murasaki, Hajime, Art

Hatenkō Yugi: Alzeid, Rahzel Anadis (Rahzenshia Rose), Baroqueheat Anadis

Hayate no Gotoku: Ayasaki Hayate

Hetalia: North Italy (Italia Veneziano, Feliciano Vargas), Germany (Ludwig), Japan (Honda Kiku), China (Wáng Yào), America (Alfred F. Jones), England (Arthur Kirkland), France (Francis Bonnefoy), Russia (Ivan Braginsky), South Italy (Romano, Lovino Vargas), Spain (Antonio Fernández Carriedo)

Hikaru no Go: Shindō Hikaru, Fujiwarano Sai, Tōya Akira

Hyouka: Oreki Hōutarō

Junjō Romantica: Takahashi Misaki, Akihiko Usami

Kamisama Hajimemashita: Tomoe, Mizuki

Karneval: Gareki, Nai Muhinyi, Yogi, Tsukumo, Hirato, Akari, Karoku Arumerita

Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!: Sawada Tsunayoshi, Reborn, Hibari Kyoya, Rokudō Mukuro

Kini’iro no Corda/La Corda D’Oro: 

Primo Passo: Lili, Tsukimori Len, Yunoki Azuma, Hihara Kazuki, Shimizu Keiichi, Ousaki Shinobu, Kanazawa Hiroto

Secondo Passo: Kaji Aoi, Etō Kiriya, Kira Akihiko

Blue♪Sky: Kisaragi Ritsu, Kisaragi Kyoya

Kyoukai no Kanata: Kanbara Akihito, Nase Hiroomi

Kyou Kara Maoh!: Shibuya Yuuri, Wolfram von Bielefelt, Gwendal von Voltaire, Conrart Weller

La storia della Arcana Famiglia/Arcana Famiglia: Libertà, Nova, Luca, Jolly, Pace, Ash

Love Stage!!: Sena Izumi, Ichijou Ryōma, Sena Shougo, Sagara Rei

Loveless: Agatsuma Soubi, Aoyagi Ritsuka, Aoyagi Seimei

Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist: William Twining, Dantalion, Sytry, Camio

Mamotte! Lollipop: Zero, Ichî

Matantei Loki Ragnarok: Loki, Heimdall (Higashiyama Kazumi)

Mobile Suit Gundam Wing: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell

Mushishi: Ginko

Nabari no Ou: Rokujō Miharu, Yoite

Natsume Yuujinchou: Natsume Takashi, Nyanko-sensei (Madara), Tanuma Kaname, Natori Shuuichi, Matoba Seiji

Nightwalker: The Midnight Detective: Tatsuhiko Shido

No. 6: Shion, Nezumi

Noblesse: The Awakaning: Rai (Cadis Etrama Di Raizel), Frankenstein

Noragami: Yato, Yukine

Nurarihyon no Mago: Nura Rikuo

Ōkiku Furikabutte/Big Windup!: Mihashi Ren, Abe Takaya

Pandora Hearts: Oz Vessalius, Gilbert Nightray, Xerxes Break

Pet Shop of Horrors: Count D, Leon Orcot

Prince of Stride: Alternative: Yagami Riku, Fujiwara Takeru, Kuga Kyōsuke, Hasekura Heath

Ranma 1/2: Saotome Ranma

Rave Master: Haru Glory, Hamrio Musica

Recca no Honoo: Hanabishi Recca, Mikagami Tokiya

Rokka no Yuusha: Adlet Maia, Goldof Auora

Rurouni Kenshin: Himura Kenshin, Shinomori Aoshi

Saiunkoku Monogatari: Shi Seiran, Shi Ryuuki

Saiyuki:  Genjō Sanzō, Son Gokū, Cho Hakkai, Sha Gojō

Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso: Arima Kousei, Miyazono Kaori

Shinrei Tantei Yakumo: Saitou Yakumo

Shokugeki no Soma: Yukihira Soma, Hayama Akira, Takumi Aldini, Kurokiba Ryō

Shounen Onmyouji: Abe no Masahiro, Guren/Touda

Shugo Chara!: Tsukiyomi Ikuto, Fujisaki Nagihiko

Skip Beat!: Tsuruga Ren

Soredemo Sekai wa Utsukushii: Livius Orvinus Ifrikia

S · A: Special A: Takishima Kei

Sakamoto desu ga?/Haven't You Heard? I'm Sakamoto: Sakamoto, Hayabusa Shou

Sword Art Online: Kirito (Kirigaya Kazuto)

Tactics: Kantarō, Haruka

Tanaka-kun wa Itsumo Kedaruge: Tanaka, Oota

Tegami Bachi/Letter Bee: Lag Seeing, Gauche Suede, Sylvette Suede

Tennis no Ouji-sama/Prince of Tennis: Echizen Ryōma, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Fuji Shūsuke, Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Genichirō, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, Echizen Ryoga

Touken Ranbu: Izuminokami Kanesada, Kogitsunemaru, Nakigitsune, Munechika Mikazuki

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle: Fai D. Flowright, Kurogane

Tsuritama: Sanada Yuki, Usami Natsuki, Haru, Akira Agarkar Yamada

Uta no☆Prince-sama♪:

Maji Love 1000%: Ittoki Otoya, Ichinose Tokiya, Jingujin Ren, Hijirikawa Masato

Maji Love 2000%: Kurosaki Ranmaru, Camus

Vampire Knight: Kiryū Zero, Kuran Kaname

Wolf's Rain: Kiba

X/1999: Shirō Kamui

xxxHolic: Watanuki Kimihiro, Dōmeki Shizuka, Ichihara Yuuko

Yami no Matsuei: Tsuzuki Asato, Kurosaki Hisoka, Muraki Kazutaka

Yu Yu Hakusho: Minamino Shūichi (Yōko Kurama), Hiei

Yu-Gi-Oh: Mutou Yugi, Yami Yugi (Atem), Kaiba Seto

Yumeiro Patissiere: Kashino Makoto, Andou Sennousuke, Hanabusa Satsuki

Yuri!!! On Ice: Katsuki Yuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky

Zombie-Loan: Akatsuki Chika, Tachibana Shito, Kita Michiru

TV Shows:

Pokémon series (pick your favorite series!)

Avatar: Last Airbender 

BBC Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson

BBC Merlin: Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Guinevere

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

The Walking Dead

Movies:

Hayao Miyazaki’s Films

Laputa: Castle in the Sky: Pazu, Sheeta (Princess Lusheeta Toel Ur Laputa)

Princess Mononoke: Ashitaka

Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi/Spirited Away: Haku (Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi)

Howl’s Moving Castle: Howl Jenkins Pendragon

Tales of Earthsea: Arren, Teru

Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea: Sōsuke, Ponyo, Lisa

The Secret World of Arrietty: Arrietty Clock, Shō

Battle Royale: Nanahara Shuya, Kiriyama Kazuo

Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Percy Jackson

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

The Chronicles of Narnia: Peter Pevensie

Harry Potter

The Lord of the Rings: Legolas, Aragorn

The Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins

The Legend of Tarzan (2016)

The Jungle Book (2016): Mowgli, Baloo, Bagheera

Cinderella (2015)

Beauty and the Beast (2017)

Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost

Frozen: Elsa

The Little Mermaid: Ariel

Mulan

How to Train Your Dragon: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Toothless

Games:

Tales of the Abyss: Jade Curtiss

Joker/Clover/Heart no Kuni no Alice: Peter White, Ace, Blood Dupre, Tweedle Dee and Dum, Julius Monrey, Boris, Airay, Joker, Gray Ringmarc, Nightmare Gottschalk

Devil May Cry: Dante, Vergil

Persona series

The Last Story: Zael (Elza), Yurick (Yuris), Therius (Tasha)

Kingdom Hearts: Sora, Riku, Roxas

Legend of Zelda: Link

Final Fantasy: Chocobos! Moogles!

VII: Zack Fair, Sepiroth, Aerith Gainsborough, Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine

VIII: Squall Leonheart

X: Tidus, Yuna

XIII: Lightning, Noel, Caius, Yeul

XV: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto, Ignis, Gladiolus

Folklore: Ellen, Keats

Assassin’s Creed

Resident Evil (the movie franchise or the animated films or the game, your pick!): Alice (movie exclusive character), Leon S. Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield 

Silent Hill (the movies or the games, your pick!): 

1: Alessa Gillespie (also in the Silent Hill films)

2: James Sunderland

3: Heather Mason (aka Sharon Da Silva in the Silent Hill films)

#kagxover #kagxover! #Kagome Xover Exchange #wishlist #animes/tvshows/movies/games #characters #mizukixtsukiyomi

[tozoa]

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

Hoooooboy this’ll take a minute:

ABBA 

AC/DC

Access

The Ad Libs

Afterburn

Agiman

Agnelli & Nelson

Ahmet Ertenu

Ai Otsuka

AiK

Airbase feat. Floria Ambra

Airwave

AKB48

Akeboshi

Aki Kudou

Akioka Ou

Akitaka Tohyama

Akon, Stat Quo & Bobby Creekwater

Alberto Ginastera

Alchemist

Alessia Cara

Alex Aero

Alex Clare

alex gopher

Alex Stealthy

Alex Whitcombe & Big C

Alexander Von Pitanic: Salzburg Camerata Academica

Alfred Hitchcock

Alice D In Wonderland

Alice in Chains

Alien Ant Farm

All American Rejects

Allegri

Allie Moss

Allister Brimble

The Allman Brothers Band

The Allman Joys

Allure

Aluto

Alvin Risk

AM

The Ambush

Amiina

Amilcare Ponchielli

Amy Lee

An Horse

Andain

André Visior & Kay Stone

Andrew Bayer

AndrewShumMusic

Andy Duguid 

angela

The Angels

Animotion

ann lee

Anna Calvi

ANNA TSUCHIYA inspi'NANA (BLACK STONES)

Annabel

Anointed

Antonín Dvořák

Antonio Montana

Antonio Vivaldi

Aoi Тeshima

Apocalyptica

Aquaplex

Arai Akino

The Archies

Archigram

Argonaut

Aria

Armin

Armor For Sleep

Arrakis

Art of Dying

Art Of Trance

Ashtar Command

Asou Kaori

Asuka Sakai / Yu Miyake

atfc

Atlantis

The Auranaut

autokratz

The Avalons

Avenged Sevenfold

AWOLNATION

Ayana

Ayla

Ayumi Hamasaki

Backstreet Boys

Balearic Bill

Ballroom

Bamboo Lounge

Banyan Tree

Baracoa

The Bar-Kays

Basic Perspective

Bastille

Danny Elfman

The Beach Boys

Beach House

Beachwood Sparks

Beady Eye

Bear McCreary

Beastie Boys                

The Beatles

Beck

Bee Gees

bellone

The Belmonts

Beltek

Ben Shaw

benassi bros

Benzino

Berlin Symphony Orchestra

Bernhard Güller: Stuttgart Chamber Orchestra

Bert Weedon

Best Coast

Bibio

Biffy Clyro

Bill Elm and Woody Jackson

Bill Haley & The Comets

Billie Ray Martin

Billy Idol

Binary Finary

Bing Crosby

the biz

Bizarre

Black Lips

The Black Ryder

Frank Black

Blank & Jones 

Bless The Fallen

Blink-182

Blood For Blood

Blood Red Shoes

Blue Gender

Blue Rock

The Bluetones

Bo Burnham

BOA

Bob & Gene

Bobby “Boris” Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers

Bobby Creekwater

Bobby Tank

Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-chan

Bon Jovi

Bone Chrusher & Three Days Gra

Bonnie Tyler

Booty Bronx

Botany

Boy & Bear

A Boy Called Joni

boys noize

Brad Knauber

the bravery

Breaking Benjamin

BREAKWATER

Breeder

Brendon Maclean

Brian Eno

Brian Lebarton

Bride of Frankenstein

Bright Eyes

Britney Spears

Broken Social Scene

Brooks and Dunn

Brother

Bruce Faulconer

BT

Buckner & Garcia

The Budos Band

The Buggles

Bulgarian Womens Choir

Bullitt

The Buoys

Steve Burns

BYPASS

Bystrik Režucha: Slovak Philharmonic Orchestra

Cabala

cajuan

Camerata Academica Salzburg

Camerata Romana

Camille Saint-Saëns

Canibus

Canvas2 

Canyon

Cappizzi Pickett

Carl B.

Carl Doy

Carl Michalski: Vienna Opera Orchestra

Carl Perkins

Carly Rae Jepsen

Cary Brothers

Casa Royale

Cascada

Cashis

Cass

The Phantom of the Opera

Catcher

Cave Man

Cavo

CeCe Winans

CERRONE

Chad & Jeremy

CHAKA KHAN

Channel Tribe

Chant

The Chantays

Charles Gounod

Charlotte Martin

Charm City Devils

Chata

Cheap Trick

The Chemical Brothers

Chicane

Chieko Kawabe

Chiho

Chikita Violenta

Chiller Twist

The Chimes

Choopie & Shmuel

Chopin

Choro Club

Chouken Denkanyuu

Christina Aguilera

Christy Nockels

Chronamut

Chrono Crusade

Chuck Berry

Cignus X

Cindy Morgan

The Civil Wars

CJ Bolland

Clannad

Clarence “Frogman” Henry

The Classics

Classified Project

Claude Debussy

Clear View

Clive Tanaka Y Su Orquesta

Cloud 69

Clouded Leopard

Club Quake

Matrix soundtrack

C-Murder

Coast 2 Coast

Coca & Villa

Cold

Cold Cave

Coldplay

Commission

Conjure One

Connie Francis

Continuous Cool

The Contours

Control Freaks

The Cowsills

Crash and the Boys

Cressida

The Crests

Crispin Glover

Crydajam

Cryoshell

Culture Club

Curtis Mayfield

Cut Copy

D

D’ Alt Vila

D.R.U.G.S.

D12

Daft Punk

dahlback & cost

The Daktaris

Dale Hawkins

The Danleers

Danny & The Juniors

Danny Elfman

DarkMateria

Darkstar

DARLIN’

Datarock

dataworx

Dave Angel

dave spoon

david guetta

David Hasselhoff

David Hodges

David MeShow

Dawes

Dawnseekers

De Hideki

De Trainer Derek

Deadlock

Deadmau5

Dean Martin

DearS

Death Cab For A Cutie

Del Shannon

Delerium

Denchuu Shinkyuu

Deniro

Depeche Mode

Der Dritte Raum

DeVotchKa

Dexys Midnight Runners

The Diamonds

Die Firma

digitalism

Dimrain47

Dion & The Belmonts

Dionne Warwick

Disparition

Disturbed

DJ Cor Fijneman

DJ Crazy Chris

DJ Dazzle

DJ Eremit

DJ Hooligan

DJ Jan

Dj Kitkiller

DJ Marco Bailey

DJ Merlyn

DJ Morgoth

DJ Philip

DJ Skee & THX

DJ Slug

DJ Tiësto

DJ Ton T.B.

DJ TripleStar

Dj-janer

djt93901

Dmitri Kabalevsky

DNAngel

Do As Infinity

Dobre & DJ Theor

DOKAKA

Dokmai

Dom

Dom Kennedy

Dominic Plaza

Dominion

Don & Juan

Don Burnham, Patty Kistner

Donna Burke

Dos Deviants

Douster, Savage Skulls & Robyn

Dove Beat

Dr. Dre

The Dreamlovers

The Drifters

Drumfire

Duane Allman

Dubravka Tomšič

The Duprees

Duran Duran

Dylaln Lloyd

E Nomine

Earl Lewis & The Channels

EDDIE JOHNS

Eddy Arnold

Edvard Grieg

Edward MacDowell

EDWIN BIRDSONG

Ef 

Effective Force

Eiko Shimamiya

El Trono de Mexico

Electric Pulse

electric six

Electro-Prompt

Elie

ELISA

Ellie Goulding

Elvis Presley

The Embers

Emigrate

Emika

Eminem

Emmanuel Top

equaleyes

Es Vedra

Escaflowne

Essit Muzique

Estuera

The Eternals

Eufonius

Eurythmics

Evanescence

Eve

Everlast

The Everly Brothers

Evolver

Existone

Exit

Fabiana

faithless

Fall Out Boy

Falling in Reverse

Fanfarlo

Fantasia

FAT JoE

Fats Domino

Faylan

Feeling B

Felix Da Housecat

Felix Mendelssohn

Fictivsion

Field Music

Friend

Filterheadz

Finger Eleven

Fire & Ice

First Aid Kit

First Arsch

First Class

First State

fischerspooner

The Five Americans

Five Finger Death Punch

Fix To Fax

The Fixx

The Flamingos

Flipsyde

FLOW

Fluid Inc.

Fluid Ounces

Flyleaf

Fontella Bass

Fonzerelli

Fool’s Gold

Format #1

Fortress

Foster

Foster the People

The Four Lads

Four Seasons

Four Tet

The Four Tops

Fox

francesco farfa

Francis Poulenc

Frank Black

Frank Shipway: Royal Philharmonic Orchestra

Frank Sinatra

Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers

Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons

František Drdla

Franz Ferdinand

Franz Liszt

Franz Schubert

Franz Von Suppé

The Fray

Fred Baker

Freddy Cannon

Frédéric Chopin

Free Radical

Fridge

fripSide

G. Love

Gabriel & Dresden

Gabriel Pares

Gabrielle

Gackt

Gaetano Donizetti

Gakupo

The Game

Games

Garrett Davis and Kirsten Lepore

Gary Chapman

Gela Zilkha

GEORGE DUKE

George Frideric Handel

George Thorogood & The Destroyers

Georges Bizet

The Gift

Gilbert O'Sullivan

Gioachino Rossini

Girls Bravo

Giuseppe Verdi

Glasser

Glenn Morisson

Global Experience

Gôji Tsuno

golden bug

Goldenscan

goldfrapp

Goo Goo Dolls

Good Charlotte

Gorillaz

Gotou Mai

Gouryella

gracia

Graeme Norgate, Grant Kirkhope

Grayarea feat. Erik Shepard

Grease

Green Day

The Green Martian

Green Martian

Greg Vail

Groove Park

Groovezone

Groundswell

GTR

Gucci Mane

Gui Boratto

Guy Mitchell

Gwen Stefani

H.I.M

Hadouken!

Haga Keita

Hal David, John Cacavas

Hamaguchi Shirou

Hammock Brothers

Hans Zimmer

Harada Hitomi

Hardy Heller and Ray Boye

Harry Bluestone

Harry Lubin

Harry101UK

Hashimoto Miyuki

Hatsune Miku

Hayes Carll

Hazuki Erino

heartless1298

Helen Forrest

Hélène Gal

Hello Seahorse!

Henry Adolph: Philharmonia Slavonica

Henry Jackman

Henry Mancini

Hensha

Herb Alpert

Hermann Abel: Camerata Academica Salzburg

HH

Hideki Tobeta

HIR

Hirasawa Susumu

Hirohashi Ryou

Hiroko Taguchi

Hironobu Kageyama

Hiroshi Okubo

hitomi

Holden & Thompson

Hole In One

Holly Miranda

Holy Ghost!

Hoobastank

Horie Yui

Hotel Lights

The Hour Glass

The Hues Corporation

Hundred Waters

Hybrid

Hyperdrive Inc

I:Cube

Ian Pooley

Ice Cube

Ichigo 100%

Ichiko

Idiot Pilot

Ikimonogakari

Ikkitousen

Ilaria Graziano

The Imaginations

Imagine Dragons

Imogen Heap

The Inchtabokatables

Indigoflare

Infected Mushroom

in-grid

The Ink Spots

Inoi team

Insigma

Interflow

The Interludes

Iommi

Ishida Yoko

The Isley Brothers

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

Itou Shizuka

Iyukai

J Daniel

J. Geils Band

J.E. Sawyer

J.E. Sawyer, James Melilli

J.S. Bach

Ja Rule

Jack Wall and Sam Hulick

Jackie & The Starlights

Jackson C. Frank

Jacques Offenbach

Jadakiss

Jaimy & Kenny D

Jakatta feat. Seal

Jake & Jesse

James Iha

Jamie Grace

Jamie Lidell

Jan Driver

Jan Johnston

Jars Of Clay

JASEfos feat. Claire van der Boom

Jason Graves

Jason Michael Carroll

Jason Steele

Jay & The Americans

Jaytech

Jay-Z

Jean Sudbury

Jedidja

Jeff Williams

Jeremy Fisher

Jericho

Jermaine Dupri

Jerome ‘Pacman’ Elia

JERRY GOLDSMITH

Jerry Lee Lewis

Jerry Ropero

JES

Jesper Kyd

Jetta

Jimang

Jimmy Charles

The Jive Five

joachim garraud

Johan Gielen pres. Abena

Johann Pachelbel

Johann Sebastian Bach

Johann Strauss

Johann Strauss Jr.

Johannes Brahms

John Dahlback

John Farnham

Johnny Bond

Johnny Cash

Johnny Preston

Johnny Thunder

Joker Jam

Joman

Jon Lajoie

Jonas Steur

The Jones Sisters

Jose Gonzalez

Joseph Haydn - Kodaly Quartet

Journey

JPL

JT Functions

Judas Priest

Jukai

Julia Fischer & Academy of St. Martin In the Fields

Julien-K

Julius Drake & Ian Bostridge

Jun Sasaki

Junkie Xl

Junko Nishi

Jyukai

Kagami Seira

Kagamine Len

Kagamine Rin

Kageyama Hironobu

Kai Tracid

Kaito

Kakazu Yumi, Asakawa Yuu, Orikasa Fumiko & Toyoguchi Megumi

Kalafina

Kalafut & Fygle

Kaleido Star

Kamaya Painters

Kamui

Kamui Gakupo

Kane & Abel 

Kanno Youko

Kanye West

KAORI

Kaori Utatsuki

Karen Overton

KAREN YOUNG

Karin

Katamari Soul Trains

Katie Thompson

Katou Idzumi

Katsuro Tajima

Katy Perry

Kawada Mami

Kawai Eri

Kawai Kenji

Kawasumi Ayako

Kay Kyser

Kazuki Yanagawa

Kazuma Jinnouchi

Kei Shindou

Kekou Souchi

Ken Nakagawa

Kenji Ohtsuki & Fumihiko Kitsutaka

KID

Kidz In the Hall

Kikuko Inoue

The Killers

Kim Ann Foxman & Andy Butler

kim fai

Kimito Lopez

King Unique

KINYA

kirina

Kirk Franklin & The Family

Kitagawa Katsutoshi

Kitagawa Shouri

Kitamura Eri

KIYO

Kiyoura Natsumi

kmc feat. sandy

KOAN Sound

Kobayashi

Koda kumi

Kôji Kaya

KOKIA

Konami Kukeiha Club

Konishi Kayo & Kondoo Yukio

Kool & the Gang

Korn

kos

KOTOKO

Kourin

K-taro Takanami

Kubota Mina

Kugimiya Rie

Kuko

Kuko & Torikki SHirai

Kuko & Yasumi

Brett Kull

Kumi Koda

Kuniva (D12)

Kusakanmuri

Kuwashima Houko

Kyary Pamyu Pamyu

L.S.G.

La Gusana Ciega

La Roux

La Sera

Lain

Larry Hall

Late Night Alumni

Laura Veirs

Laurence Siegel: London Festival Orchestra

LCD Soundsystem

Le Butcherettes

Le Knight Club

Leama

Ledisi

Lee Andrews & The Hearts

Lee Fields

Lemon 8

Léo Delibes

Leon Bolier pres. Inner Stories

Leonid Rudenko

Les Charts

les visiteurs feat. tommie sunshine

Leslie Gore

The Letter Y

Level 42

Lex

Lia

Liam Finn

Libor Pešek: Slovak Philharmonic Orchestra

Life According To Bozo

Lily

Linda Perhacs

Linkin Park

John Linnell

Lionel Richie

Lisa Coleman & Wendy Melvoin

lisa miskovsky

LITTLE ANTHONY & THE IMPERIALS

Little Big Man

Little Tin Frog

Lloyd Banks feat. Akon

LMFAO

LN Movement

LNQ

Local Natives

Lock

Logan Whitehurst

Loic Bertrand: Berlin Radio Symphony Orchestra

The London Symphony Orchestra

The Lonely Island

LONG SHOT PARTY

The Long Winters

Loop Control

looseheadz

Lord Of Trance

Lost Weekend Western Swing Band

Lou Christie

Lou Reed & Metallica

LOVERIN TAMBURIN

Lucinda Williams

Ludwig Van Beethoven

Luminary

Lyle Workman

M.I.K.E.

Mac Miller

Mac Zimms

Mack 10

MadamEdea

Madness

Mads Arp

Magdalene Keibel Combo

Mai Kadowaki

Mai Yamane

Major League

Makino Yui

Malcolm McLaren

Malibu Beach

The Mamas & The Papas

Mami Kawada

Man On Earth

Manna

Mannheim Steamroller

Mantovani

Maor Levi

MAORICA

Maracca

Marathons

Marc Marzenit

Marco Bailey

Marcus Schossow

Mariàn Pivka

Marica

Mariko Takase

Marilyn Manson

mario piu’

Mark Mancina

Mark Norman

Marmalade Boy

Maroon 5

Martian Successor Nadesico

Martin ODonnell

Martin Rex

Marty Robbins

Masako Iwanaga

Masako Nozawa & Mayumi Sho

Masami Nakatsukasa

Masami Okui

Mason

Mass Missile

Master P Feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony & Silkk The Shocker

Mastodon

The Mat 1 EP

Matchbox Twenty

mathias schaffhauser

Matt Lange

Matt Nathanson

matt samuels

Maurice F. Henschel: Pretoria Philharmonic Orchestra

Maurice Ravel

Mauro Picotto

Max Graham

Max Raabe & Palast Orchester

Maximum The Hormone

Maxwell

maya

May'n & Nakajima Megumi

Mayumi Fujita

The McCoys

Mechalie Jamison

meg rock

Megumi Hayashibara

Megumi Nakajima

Megurine Luka

Mejale Pirates

Mekka

MELL

Memory Tapes

Menahan Street Band

Mermaid Melody

Metallica

Metric

Mi

Mia X Feat. Mystikal

Michael Armstrong

Michael Giacchino

Michael Jackson

Michael McCann

Michael W. Smith

Michoacan

Mick Boogie

The Micronauts

Middle Class Rut

Midori no Hibi

Midway

The Mighty Imperials

Miguel

Mike Morasky

Mikerobenics

Mikuni Shimokawa

David Miller

Milos Karadaglic

The Mindbenders

Minnie Riperton

Mishka

Mitch Ryder & The Detroit Wheels

Mitsunori Ikeda 

Miyuki Hashimoto

Miyuki Kanbe

Mizuki Nana

Mizuki, Nittoku Inoue

Mockba

Modest Mouse

Mono Puff

Monolith

MONORAL

The Monotones

Montell Jordan

Moogwai

Moonbeam

moonbootica

Motocraft

Motorcitysoul

Motorcycle

Movado

Movie Screen Orchestra

Mozzart

Murray Gold & BBC National Orchestra of Wales

Mutemath

My Chemical Romance

My Darkest Days

Mylene Farmer et Seal

Mystery Skulls

Mystical

myuu

Nakajima Ai

Nalin & Kane

Nana

Nana Kitade

Naomi Davis & Sugarman Three

Naomi Shelton & The Gospel Queens

Nat King Cole

Natural High

Naughty Boy

NCB

Neil Davidge

New Vaudeville Band

Newsboys

Nic Chagall

Nice Peter

Nickelson

The Nightcaps

Nihils

Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Nino Nardini

Nino/Round Table

Nirvana

Noa Assembly

Nobuo Uematsu, Nittoku Inoue

Norato

Norin & Rad

Notorious B.I.G

NY Alliance

Obie Trice

Obie, Kuniva, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater, Cashis

Odyssee

Ohara Sayaka

Ohmi Tomoe

Ohmna

OK Go

Okui Aki

OLIVER CHEATHAM

Oliver Lieb

Oliver Von Dohnányi: Slovak National Phiharmonic Orchestra

Olivia Lufkin

The Olympics

Omori Toshiyuki

One Republic

Oomori Toshiyuki

oOoOO

ORANGE RANGE

Orbital Velocity

Orgasm Death Gimmick

The Oriëntalist

Orita Donichi

Oscar Araujo

Ｏｔｏｍａｎｉａ

The Outlaws

Owl City

Ozgur Can

P.O.S.

Pablo Gargano

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart

Palast Orchester mit Max Raabe

Panic! At The Disco

Papa Roach

Paradise Kiss

Paradise Road

Paramore

Parker & Hanson

Patrick Stump

Patty & the Emblems

Paul Johnson

Paul Oakenfold

Pearl Kyoudai

Peggy Lee

Pendulum

The Penguins

Percy Faith

Pete Thomas, Ashley Slater, Laurie Stras

Peter Falk: Vienna Volksoper Orchestra

Peter Schmalfuss

Petter

Petula Clark

N'Sync

phil collins

Phuture

Pink Elephant

Plain White T’s

planet funk

Planisphere

Plastic Boy

The Platters

Plumtree

Pob feat. X-Avia

The Poets of Rhythm

Point Of Grace

Kanto Symphony

The Polyphonic Spree

PoppinS

Porno Graffitti

Port O'Brien

Powerman 5000

PrEmoEffect

Eliza Rickman

Prince

The Prodigy

Project Monolith

Proof

PSY

Puddle of Mudd

Puhdys

PULLTOP

Pulser

Push

PWB

Qattara

QMAVALLOW

Quadran

Queen

R Kelly

R.O.N

Rachael Starr

Rammstein

Rank 1

rava

Rawrthaas

Ray Conniff

Read or Die

Reba McEntire

Rebecca St. James

Rec

Recepter

Rei

Reinhard Voigt

Renato Girolami, Nicolaus Esterhazy Sinfonia, Hungarian Radio Chorus, Janusz Monarcha, Regina Schorg & Bo Skovhus

Reprise

The Republic Tigers

Reynada Hill

rhu

Richard Gibbs

Richard Marx

Richard Strauss

Richie Valens

Rick James

Rick Springfield

Ricky Martin

Rie Tanaka

Rihanna

Rin Kagimine

Rise Against

Riva

Rival Sons

The Rivieras

RJD2

Roach Motel

Rob Searle

robbie rivera

Robert Babicz

Robert Benfer

Robert Francis

Robert Palmer

Robert Schumann

Robin Beanland

The Roc Project

Rocky Chack

Rodrigo y Gabriela

the rogue element

The Rolling Stones

Ronnie And The Schoolmates

Ronnie Dove

The Roots

The Roues Brothers

Roy Orbison

Royal Philharmonic Orchestra

The Royal Teens

Roze

Rui Da Silva

Rui Nagai

rune rk

Russ Gabriel’s Audio Spectrum

S.B. McCafferty

Saint Seiya

Saitou Chiwa

Sakamoto Maaya

Sakin

Salia

Salt Tank

Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs

Sambuca

San

Sander Van Doorn & Julian Jordan

Sandor Czech Ensemble

Sandy Fox

Saori Nishihata

Sasaki Nozomi

Sasako Shigeharu

Satoko Yamano & Kageyama…

scanty 88

Schiller

School Of Rock

Scoop

score

Scott Grooves

Seabear

Seal

Sean Dexter

Seatbelts

Sebastian Tellier

The Second Coming

Seether

Self

Senoo Takeshi

Serial Experiments Lain

Serj Tankian

Sex Bomb-Omb

Shah & Laruso pres. Global Experience

The Shangri-Las

Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings

SHARP 2

Sharp Tools

She Keeps Bees

The Shells

Sheryl Nome starring May'n

The Shields

Shigeru Matsuzaki

Shikata Akiko

Shimamiya Eiko

Shinedown

Shinichi Ishihara

Shinji Orito/Magome Togoshi

Shiny Toy Guns

Shoji Sugiyama, Yu Miyake

Show Luo Feat. Koda Kumi

SID

Sierra Swan

sikk

Silent Breed

SiLK

silvercity

Simon

Simple Minds

Sinichi Ishihara

Sisko

Sister Princess

SISTER SLEDGE

Skillet

Skrillex

Skull Drugrey

The Skyliners

Slipknot

Small Black

Smart System

The Smashing Pumpkins

Smith & Pledger pres. Aspekt

SMS no Minasan

The Sneaker

Snoop Dogg

Snow Patrol

Soft Cell

The Soft Pack

Solar Factor

Solar Stone

Solar Stone and JES

Solaris Heights

Solid Globe

Solkrieg

sonique

SONOROUS

Soulja Slim

South London Voodoo

Space Shuffle

The Spainiels

Sparklehorse

Spiral

Split Second

Squeeze

Staind

Stardust

Stat Quo

A Static Lullaby

Steady Mobbin

Steam

Stephen Rippy

Steve Conte

Steve Forte Rio

Steve Jablonsky

Steve May

Steve Winwood

Steven Curtis Chapman

Stone Factory

Stone Sour

Strauss

Stray Cats

Stray Dog

streetlife dj’s

Strong Arm Steady

Stuck in the Sound

The Students

Styles Of Beyond

Styxx

Suara

Sugarman Three

Sum 41

SUN

Sunburst

Sunday Club

Superspy

The Supremes

Surfer Blood

Susan Ashton

Susumu Hirasawa

Suzuki Konomi

Svetlana Stanceva; Alberto Lizzio: Mozart Festival Orchestra

Swifty McVay & Mr. Porter

The Swimmer

Sylvia Cápová

Symphony Of Love II

System of a Down

Systematic Parts

T. Rex

T.L.T.

Tainaka Sachi

Takahashi Youko

Takeshi Senoo

Taking Back Sunday

Talib Kweli

Taneri

Tastexperience

TATA VEGA

Taucher

Taxigirl

TCY Force

Tears For Fears

Teddyloid

Teebs

Teikoku Yousei

The Temper Trap

The Temptations

TENMON & Eiichiro Yanagi / minori

Tex Beneke and Margaret Whiting

Theory Of A Dead Man

They Might Be Giants

Third Man

This Radiant Boy

Thomas Bangalter

Thomas Schumacher

The Thompson Twins

Three Days Grace

Three Drives

Tiger Army

Till Lindemann & Richard Kruspe

Tilt

Timothy Bloom

Tina Turner

TLC

Todd Rundgren

Together

Tokyo Mew Mew

TOM

Tom Cloud

Tom Mangan

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

tomas andersson

Tommy James & The Shondells

Tomoe Ohmi

Tomoki Hasegawa

Tomomitsu Kaneko

Tony Yayo

Toro y Moi

Melanie Martinez

Jason Trachtenburg

Tranquilizer

Transa

Tremor

Trigun

The Troggs

Tupac

Turboweekend

Twila Paris

Twilight

Twilight-Perception

Two Steps from Hell

U2

UGK Feat. N.O. Joe

UNDER17

The Used

Ushio Hashimoto

Utada Hikaru

Utah Saints

UVERworld

V6

The Vaccines

Vanessa Mae

VDM

Vegas Soul

The Veil Kings

Vengaboys

The Videos

Vimana

Vince Guaraldi Trio

Vincent de Moor

Viper 2

Vitamin String Quartet

Vitaminless

Vladimir Petroschoff: Berliner Festival Orchestra

The Vogues

Voltaire

Vondelpark

The Voyager

V-Three

W.A. Mozart

Wada Kaoru

Waffle

Wang Chung

the wanted

Way Out West

Wayne Fontana & The Mindbenders

Weird Al Yankovic

West & Storm

Wheed Baskin

The Whigs

White Lies

White Rabbits

Wighnomy Bros.

Wild Bunch

Will.I.Am

William Elliot Whitmore

William Fitzsimmons

William Hartnell

The Willows

Wiz Khalifa

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Woods

World Clique

The Wrens

Xero

Xzibit

Yahel

Yanase Natsumi

Yanni

Yasunori Iwasaki

Yeasayer

Ylvis

Yo Hitoto

Yoko

Yoko Kanno

Yoshino Yuuji

Youko Ishida

Young Parisians

Yousei Teikoku

Yu Miyake

Yui Horie

Yuka

Yuka

Yuri Misawa

Yves DeRyter

Zack Knight

zdar

Zedd

Zoo Brazil

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[creativedogtrainingonline]

Intriguing Facts About Pet dogs

Male’s buddy is an extremely interesting animal. To see what a few of the intriguing aspects of dogs are, we can take a look at physical qualities, historic truths, popular pet dogs, and expressions concerning canines.Physical -The pressure applied by the mouth of the typical pet is 150-200 pounds per square inch and 450 pounds of pressure is used by some dog’s mouth’s.- The canines sense of smell is 100,000 times more effective than an individuals.-Pets have 2x more ears muscles for movement than people. – It takes about 12 days after birth for pups eyes to open completely.- A 1 years of age canine and an individual 15 years of ages are equivalent in physical maturity.- A canine’s typical body temperature is 101.2 degrees F. -A canine’s series of hearing includes acoustic waves that vibrate at frequencies over 30,000 x per second.Historical- President Lyndon Johnson’s 2 beagles were called Him and Her.-The Russian pet Laika was the very first area dog in 1957.

-Davy Crockett’s canine was called Sport. -Collies were initially called Scottish sheep canines; this altered in the 1800’s.-Marie Antoinette’s spaniel was called Thisbe. -The Bible mentions pets 14 times.-George Washington owned 36 foxhounds. One’s name was Sweetlips.- 3 pet dogs were survivors of the Titanic; the breeds were Pekingese, Newfoundland, and Pomeranian.-Roman mounted soldiers were accompanied by mastiffs in light armor. -Pete, the pet of Teddy Roosevelt detached a French ambassador’s pants, while he was going to the White Home.-The ancient Egyptians bred greyhounds.Famous- The Cracker Jack’s pet’s name is Bingo.-Toto from the Wizard of Oz was a Carin Terrier, female, and named Terry.-The first canine Hollywood star was Rin Tin Tin.-All of the canines that played Lassie were male. – Gidget is the Taco Bell canine’s name.

Expressions- Richard Brome wrote a funny The City Wit or The Female Wears the Breeches in 1653 that has this line in it: “It will raine … Pets and Polecats “.-Jonathan Swift’s poem, A Description of a City Shower, which was published in 1710 points out drowned pups and dead felines being cleaned through the streets during heavy rains.-The expression’dog days’ or’pet dog days of summer season’originates from the belief that the hot summer days were triggered by Sirius, which is the Pet Star . Its brightness is second to the sun. The ancient Romans made sacrefices to the star to stop the anger of Sirius, so the humidity and heat would minimize. The Roman term was caniculares passes away; it implies ‘days of the dogs. ‘The Canine Star increased around the time of dawn. It is called the helical rising. The name Dog Star comes from the Egyptians naming it after the god Osisrus.-Here are a couple of other dog phrases: that pet dog will not hunt, it’s a dog eat canine world, leading pet, and every canine has its day. Tristan Andrews is a freelance author who writes posts about pets and canine food. pixabay

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Heart, Mind and Soul

(A Jack x Rin x Roland drabble)

Word Count: 1770

Warnings: a coming out and mentions of polyamory

A/N: While celebrating the arrival of Emma's baby, Jack comes to a happy realization. This is 100% out of order from "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" and its impending sequel. 🤣

“This baby is very..”

“Oh, he's lovely! You’re lovely! Jack, doesn't Emma look lovely?! I know you're very fuck the lot of ya inside. You need me to take some of that from you? Or him?”

“Blimey, Little Bird,” Jerry laughed.

“Sorry! Sorry. Bit of an emotional tornado going on from everyone. I get nervous and manic.”

“Squidgy,” Jack finally managed to finish his sentiment from before. Everyone stared at him, “Well he is! I've no proper contact with kids save Billy, but he’s a teenager. Wasn't exactly in a right way when he came round was I?”

“I've got loads of experience with them,” Roland piped up from his place against the wall. The others seemed to forget he was there. Except Rin.

Rin knew he was vibrating with the sound of gentle chaos that surely emanated from Emma, Jerry and the baby. “Plenty of kids in the traveller community I came from. We all chip in and help,” he spoke softly. His long arms outstretched towards the mother and her infant. “I’d like to hold him if Jack won't.”

Emma’s eyes darted from Rin to her brother. She wasn't full of panic (like Jack), or excitement (like Rin). It was more like confusion over Roland’s place in their life.

Rin felt that her.. well could she say sister-in-law? Sister? They were great friends. Either way, Emma liked Roland. She liked that he teased out the jealous, competitive side of Jack. That he made her brother human. Social. That Roland fit like a strange musical puzzle piece into Jack and Rin’s life together. Rin knew Emma just didn't have the words to ask what was going on.

Jack's body tensed. His nostrils flared as he puffed out his chest. “I'll hold him!” he protested. From his position behind the medium, Emma and Rin noticed a cheeky grin spread along Roland’s face.

“First of all relax,” Emma gently suggested. Jack tried, his shoulders sagged and curved downward. “You can either hold him one of two ways. Like this,” she demonstrated holding the newborn against her shoulder. Her one hand covered his back; the other cupped his head. “Or in your arms this way.” Now she situated the baby cradled in her arms. Not once did he stir or open his eyes.

“Either way you might as well learn both, love. So you can help Em and Jez,” Rin pointed out. “Get the hang of carrying him about, then feeding and changing nappies.”

“Uh, doesn't he need Emma for the feeding?” Jack's question was innocent enough. “And me? Billy’s fourteen. He’ll be round more than I will.”

“C’mon mate, just say you’re scared. I'll take him instead.” Roland stepped towards Emma and everyone else.

Emma made to hand the baby off to Roland, but Jack piped up. “No! He's my nephew! I'll hold him first!” The baby whinged in response, but still no crying.

“Alright, no need for a shout. So touchy. Ok just hold your arms like this,” Roland crossed his arms in front of his body and hugged his elbows. Jack mimicked him. “Now in the crook. That's where his head goes, alright?”

“Yes Daaaddd,” Jack rolled his eyes heavenward and stared up at Roland through the curls that hung over his forehead. He sneered with a lip curled, but it was only playful.

Emma could see the light behind her brother’s eyes as he and Roland looked at one another. She knew that look. The flirtatious, almost bashful one two people who were newly in love- or at least attracted to one another- gave. Other than the fleeting smirk, only Jack's eyes gave him away.

Roland, on the other hand, couldn't seem to hide the affection he held for the other man. His smile was wide and dimpled his cheeks. Yet Emma couldn't tell if it was Jack or Rin he was in love with.

Emma noticed the way Rin seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on between the two men while she curled herself into Jack’s side. Her chin resting against him as the baby was placed in his waiting arms. The way the empath felt about Jack was often spread out around to everyone nearby. An overwhelming sense of calm and warmth would blanket them. Often accompanied by a wild heartbeat and flushed cheeks.

But there's no way she could be unaware, Emma thought to herself. Rin literally absorbed emotions. Was she ignoring it then? Afraid to confront the situation lest she lose Jack or Roland who had been the woman’s oldest, and only, friend.

“That's it. Look at that,” Roland interrupted Emma’s contemplation. “You're a natural, love.”

Even Jerry knitted his brows in confusion. He shrugged as his wife stood beside him. They watched as Rin’s friend joined the couple on the sofa. He settled into Jack the way his girlfriend was. Was it just to get a better look at the baby, or was it more?

Jack, it seemed, was a natural. After the initial shock of actually holding an infant in his arms, his body relaxed immensely. He cradled the head in his hand and realized just how enormous it was in comparison. Or how good the baby smelled.

Jack didn't even know babies smelled good. Or took ragged little breaths in their sleep like a sigh. Or had the soft cheeks that he was now brushing ever so gently with the thumb of his free hand. Then over the bottom lip. His lips.

“I think he's got my mouth,” Jack said in utter fascination. The baby finally opened his eyes and attempted to focus up at the face in front of him. “Oh brilliant!” Jack marveled now. “He's got my eyes! Well, OUR eyes,” including Emma in the statement.

“Technically all babies have those color eyes until they're at least a few months old, then they'll change to a more permanent one.”

“Thank you for that soul crushing spot of information, Rolo.” Jack's eyes rolled again, but he jokingly jabbed him with an elbow. It was totally flirting.

Rin placed her hand on the newborn’s forehead. She closed her eyes and appeared to drift off for a little. “Babies are so emotionally quiet. They need just three things, and they either like you or they don't. You’re in luck, babes. He bloody well adores you.”

Jack felt a lump in his throat. He thought back to the day he and Martin, Emma’s ex and Jack's “lawyer”, were sat together before Jack was taken to hospital. How Martin had told the young man there wasn't much to like about him. Jack's response then was the same as it was right now. Except the tears that unexpectedly slid down his cheeks were happy ones.

“Cheers, mate.” Jack's crooked grin was full of hope. A tear fell on his nephew’s forehead which he quickly tried to wipe away, but Roland beat him to it. Their fingers brushed together; Jack bit his lip. His heart rate picked up.

“Givin’ him a bath already, and ye only just held him a first time, Uncle Jazz..” Roland paused to let that roll off his tongue.

Jack and Rin simultaneously scrunch their noses. Faces screwed up in obvious fake disgust as they stared at their third.

“Absolutely not!”

“Jazz sounds like every musician ever trying to fight each other for the spotlight. No bleeding way. Rather listen to your stupid theremin!”

“Jazz is improvise and-” Roland swallowed his bottom lip and took a breath as the other two just laughed. “Fine! How's Jax?”

“Loads better!” the others exclaimed together.

Rin snaked her hand across Jack's shoulders and lost her fingers in the hair on the back of Roland’s neck. Their attention back on the infant.

Emma’s face began to match her hair with redness. Only because she couldn't stand not knowing what was going on. She wasn't upset or even worried. No, she knew Rin was giving off tendrils of stillness. That Emma would be ok. That everything was ok. She squeezed Jerry’s hand and he whispered in her ear that the little bird was right.

“Alright, who next? Wren? Rolo?” Now Roland’s eyes rolled dramatically. “Maybe Auntie if she's ready?” Jack turned to her.

“Since I am INCREDIBLY turned on watching you hold this baby, hand him to Rol so I can see if it does the same?” She was flirting.

“I’d love to if ye don't mind?”

Jack relented. He handed the baby off to Roland who held him quite expertly in one arm. His other hand free to absently swipe a stray tear on Jack's cheek who leaned into the hand that lingered on his face.

The three of them forgetting where they were. Or weren't? Either way, Roland’s hand cradled the side of Jack's face the way he was the baby’s head. It took little encouragement, and the softest tug, for the men to bring their mouths together in a tender kiss. Jack's hand clinging to Roland’s shirt.

Rin covered Roland’s hand on her boyfriend’s cheek and ended the kiss. She turned his face towards hers, hand tangled up in the wildness of Jack's hair now. Their mouths meshed into one for a few moments before breaking apart. Their foreheads pressed together as they smiled at one another with a knowing glance.

Then Rin leaned around Jack so Roland could bend to kiss her too. Their lips lingered this time with a hint of tongue.

“Jack, is there something you.. You want to tell me? Us?”

“Yeah mate, safe space and all. Scout’s honor.”

Jack heaved a sigh. A contented one as the three people on the sofa all shared secret smiles with one another. The notion being passed amongst them silently. emphatically. That it was the right time to say it out loud.

“Seems I love men and women. And well, guess I've gone and fallen in love with one of each? They’re not making me choose because they are already in love. It’s been working for awhile now.”

“We just never said it out loud till right now,” Rin added.

“It sounds like fecking music to my ears,” Roland almost giggled.

“You don't hate me, do ya Em?” Jack was suddenly worried. Heart again in his throat.

Emma’s face relaxed. She didn't quite understand how it worked. A threesome that lasted into a relationship. What she did know was that Jack looked truly happy. He was as relaxed as the baby in Roland’s arms. How lucky that he was loved by two people instead of just one? That's all that mattered.

“I guess we say welcome to the family!”

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Someone Saved My Life

(Jack x Rin Davies, Pt 1)

Word Count: 3600

Warnings: nothing just intimacy, implied sex and a bit of angst thrown in for funsies

A/N: Jack takes Rin to the Yorkshire Moors for their first holiday together. After all they've been through together, they could use the time away. And yet their first night ends with the arrival of an unwanted guest. ((Totally didn't plan on writing anything let alone another story for the two of them. Was going to try to work on an Ivan story, but I tossed around this idea for months now, and it just felt right? Self indulgence is my new name when it comes to writing!))

Things weren't always perfect between Jack and Rin. Jack had days where he slipped back into isolation. The sadness would swell and he wouldn't sleep. Rin knew those were the times he was surrounded. Overwhelmed. And while he mostly ignored the dead, she could feel when they simply refused to ignore him.

They would come in droves and scatter about any room Jack was in. Crammed together like sardines in a can all shouting for messages to be passed to the living. Sometimes Rin would give him a wide berth, the death and decay crawled along her own skin. She would dress with every inch of her skin covered and attempt to sleep alone while Jack banished himself to the sofa. Those nights resulted in him exploding with anger and shouts of desperation to be left alone.

The guilt would wash over Rin. They're a couple, she would remember. Partners. Not just lovers and friends. You take the worst of one another as your own, and she could ACTUALLY do that for Jack. Letting him be was not a choice anymore, no matter what he believed.

Rin would go and gently talk Jack down into her lap. His thick mass of waves and curls against her bare thighs would be sweaty. He would curl on his side with a hand under legs instead of his cheek. His other by his mouth so he could anxiously chew on the already devastated thumb nail. She knew his eyes would be jammed shut.

Rin would brush the curls off Jack’s forehead with fingertips. Fingers that traced delicate and light patterns over his temples and cheeks where they wiped away tears as she hummed. Her thumb soft along his lips before they ran back up where she would press her index, middle, and ring finger into his temple. Then she would sing and fill his head with warmth and love to bring the light instead of death.

“Someone saved my life tonight..” And Rin would look up and around at them all. Her voice came out soft and full of affection. She would narrow her eyes in their direction. Silently chastising them all the while comforting Jack.

His body relaxed as she continued, “You almost had your hooks in me. Didn't you dear. You nearly had me roped and tied. Altar bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom, whispered in my ear. You're a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly. Fly away..” Her hand would sweep in a wild gesture along the lot of them. He would be asleep, and she would be alone with the shock of the departed that they had another to see them.

As long as Rin connected with Jack he wasn't alone in his ability. They discovered that with Finch. Jack was the conjurer; Rin the conduit. A hundred years ago they would have been rich in the spiritualism movement. Now they were labeled mental and mad and stuffed full of chemicals, their gifts silenced.

Never again for either of them, Rin would hold back the dead so her love could sleep and get peace. When she interfered the protection emanated from her. They would stop shouting, stop begging, just.. stop. Rin would flick her hand like she was casting a powerful spell, her eyes set in determination. Then they would be gone.

Then there were times like this. When Jack closed up his shop with a sign that said “I'm on Holidays. Dunno when, I'm almost thirty and this is my first one.” He put himself and Rin on a train up to Yorkshire where they hailed a cab to what was theirs for the next month.

Rin gazed in delight at the two story stone cottage. It was covered in ivy and moss with a carved stone fence and a picket gate. There was a little English rose garden off to the side of the house, and wildflowers simply everywhere else. In the hills beyond stood grazing cattle and a pond. Behind the hills of Yorkshire.

“Oh, Jack,” it was just a breath that managed to escape her.

“D’you reckon it's alright?” he scratched his shaggy head. There was worry in his green eyes as he glanced towards his partner for approval.

Rin’s eyes met Jack’s, and she slipped her ungloved hand inside of his. Their palms together, she squeezed. “This is stunning,” she hoped to reassure him. Her gratitude and pleasure flowed from her body to his through her touch.

Jack had just bent to kiss Rin when someone interrupted them and cleared their throat. A feminine voice shouted, “Yoo hoo! Hello!”

The couple turned to see a stout, round faced cheerful old woman in the garden. She wore a wide brim straw hat, an old dress and an apron. Rin was reminded of a human Mrs. Potts as the elder smiled wide.

“Aren't you a delight!” she beamed. Making her way to the gate she stopped. “I'm Mrs. Barrow. My husband, Henry is round back in the barn. Oh it's been AGES since we've had newlyweds.”

Jack's cheeks pinked, but Rin giggled. “No. We're not married.”

“Oh, sinful little doves.” The old woman winked. “By the looks of him, I can see why.” She fanned herself dramatically and Jack now turned red. He scratched at his head even harder whilst his eyebrows disappeared in his hair.

“This is Jack, and I'm Wren. But you can call me Rin! Are you the caretakers? Is this your house? We're on our first holiday together.” The words tumbled out of the young woman before she could stop herself.

“Oh no, little Wren. Henry and I..” Rin had let go of Jack's hand to shake Mrs. Barrow’s. The moment she let go, the old woman disappeared. Rin gasped and turned to her boyfriend.

“She was telling us she and her husband did live here. Died from the Spanish flu a hundred years ago.” Jack gave a little shrug, but a tiny grin had crept into the corners of his mouth. “They love it here so much, neither moved on.”

Rin reached for him, and his hand covered hers. The old woman reappeared. “Sorry, Missus. I didn't know?”

She laughed heartily in response, “Sometimes Henry and I forget we're dead. Never had someone who could see us before. Let alone a couple. The moors are full of ghosts, mostly long gone. None of us here for a bother, especially since your beau here looks exhausted. Just popped in for a bit of cheek and a greeting. If you need us, give a shout ok?” Then she was gone.

“Why can't they all be like that?!” Jack almost shouted his question.

“Maybe we should move up here where they've had time to get used to it? The ones in Manchester are all.. fresh and selfish and confused.”

Rin pulled Jack towards her for a kiss. His tongue teased her for the briefest moment before he picked her up and carried her in his arms towards the cottage.

“What are you doing?!” she squealed.

“Dunno. Little biddie thought we’re married,” he leaned in to kiss her a few more times. He waggled his eyebrows, “Might as well act like it.”

“Jack, we just got here!”

“I've been ready since we woke up. We’ll have a shag then go out to the pub for a few pints and some fish n chips.”

“Romantic,” Rin rolled her eyes as Jack opened the door around her.

“Oh, you love me!” Jack set her down in the foyer then playfully slapped his girlfriend on the ass.

Rin jumped and bolted up the stairs before he could catch her. “I do!” she called down to him. “What's that vow? Till death do us part?” She started to strip her clothes off to her bra and panties. Her finger made a come here motion before she disappeared around a corner.

Jack's face fell, but only for the swiftest of moments. “Even then you wouldn't be gone.”

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Rin snuck out of the bed as she so often did after they had sex. Mostly because it was the soundest Jack ever slept with his long limbs stretched out as if she wasn’t there. Or he would envelop her in his arms without a choice. And even though she understood Jack's desire to be with her constantly, sometimes Rin felt smothered.

Now she stood at the foot of the bed to watch Jack's breathing as his sternum rose and fell with a steady rhythm. He laid on his back, arm above his head in a languid position. The sheets barely draped across his hips to reveal the V shape of his pelvis and just a tuft of pubic hair. Rin’s eyes kept going until she felt her heart between her thighs and not in her chest.

“Go take a bath,” her brain scolded her. “Wash off the train and sex before you go out for dinner. You stand here any longer, you'll wake him up by straddling him.”

Rin’s body wavered. I mean, that was an idea. “BATH, ADERYN DAVIES!” At least her inner monologue didn't use her middle name.

Rin closed the door and turned on the hot water. She was lost in thought as it filled. How she and Jack developed a willingness to share their bodies with one another in the light. That she relished how their chests and mouths and skin dissipated into reciprocated emotions. Jack was addicted to it the way she could absorb him and switch places with him. Show him what it was like to be her. Empathy became his heroin.

Rin climbed into the tub and settled against the porcelain. She relaxed her mind and body until only her breasts remained afloat. She never took a bath. Not since her time in hospital when she and Jack met. Where the dead tried to drown them. But she and Jack saved each other.

Maybe because they were nearing the three year anniversary of that awful time, but Rin thought about it more these days. She held her hands above the water and ran her scarred fingers over the further damage she had done to herself. The long jagged line from her wrist to forearm. Usually she wasn't quite THAT bad off when she tried to commit suicide, and even now she couldn't remember what was her trigger that day.

“There's not even a word to describe how bloody melancholy suicides are when they come ‘round,” Jack would say. “Maybe desolate?”

“Did you ever try?”

“Not that I remember. Didn't wanna upset Emma. Always seems so messy. Guess maybe I was doing it slowly though, the way I lived. We're ok now, right?” he would ask and kiss her hand.

“We're diamonds, Jack,” she would respond, "Unbreakable.”

Now Rin knew he was in the doorway. It was hard to sneak up on her if you gave off too much emotion. Currently Jack was as warm and comforting as the water she floated about in.

“You alright?” his sleepy voice carried a trace of concern.

Rin looked up and back at him, her fingers still on her scar. “Yeah! Just thinking about us. This.”

The air shifted. A wicked grin played across Jack's face as he walked around the side of the tub. His naked body in full view. Rin’s face flushed and her heart raced, but she kept her composure on the surface as he stepped in to join her. His hands on her waist drew her into his lap. She threw her arms around his neck as they held onto each other tightly. Jack pressed his lips to Rin’s neck where he kissed a trail down over the curve of her shoulder.

“Jaacckk,” she whinged. “Come on I was sat here having a think, and you’re like a teenage boy with this!” She tried to hide a moan when he bent her back to capture her breast in his mouth. “Bless,” was her response.

“I can't help it!” he teased from between them. “I have so much lost time, and you’re so bloody sexy.”

“Will you put that thing away!” Rin’s voice was louder, but still had laughter in it. “C’mon Jack. This should be sweet and romantic. Somehow you always turn it into a porno.”

“I can't help that my,” Jack pointed his finger towards the water and whistled, “likes you. Loves you? Always wants to be in you.”

“Cock, Jack. It's called a cock. Shouldn't it be used to me by now? It's been almost a year.”

Jack stopped teasing Rin. He looked at her seriously now. Those green eyes seemed to search her soul as they moved back and forth over her face. “One year?”

“Yes.”

“I can't believe I had forgotten you all the time between..” his voice trailed off.

“It's ok,” Rin spoke softly.

Jack turned his bottom lip out, “Now I'm sad. So we should shag in this bathtub, then I won't be!”

Rin groaned for a long time after that. “No!! Sex in hot tubs or bath tubs or pools isnt the best. Water is a shite lubricant, trust.”

Jack pushed her away and feigned disgust. “Have you shagged in them before?”

“Once or twice.”

“With Roland?”

“What?! No! I told you we only had sex once. Then he left LITERALLY the next day. Why are you so weirdly jealous of him? It wasn't my first time. I've been with loads of men.”

Rin sat back again on her side of the tub. She reached for the body wash on a shelf, and started to use it on her arms and chest. Her eyebrow arched as if she was trying to challenge Jack to get angry at her sexual history.

Jack pulled his knees to his chest. “Are you hoping I get pissed that you've had sex with other guys? Of course you have, you're beautiful. Roland is just so.. Roland.”

“Fair play, but he has a gift like we do.”

“Ghosts and music. Worst super powers ever,” he mused.

Rin opened her arms and motioned Jack to settle in between them and her legs. He turned and laid down with his back completely pressed into her. She kissed his cheek then gestured for him to tilt his head back with her finger under his chin. Jack obeyed with his eyes closed.

Rin cupped water in her hand and poured it over his hair. She repeated the process a few times before he sunk down under the water. She marveled at how long his hair was when wet or straightened. At how long his arms and legs and torso were as he held on to her own knees that were drawn up around him. At how far he had come from the man drawn into himself high, on psych meds, with dirty fingernails and rough cheeks. Now he was open and present and relaxed in her arms.

“Birdie,” Jack started calling her that out of a desire to give her some kind of nickname. Love and darling and babe weren't enough.

“Jackie?” only Rin got away with that. She put some shampoo in her hand and lathered them together in front of their bodies before she dove into his hair.

“You're making me sad thinking about how poor I was when we met. You know, passing it from yourself to me without meaning.”

“What?” she was concentrating on massaging Jack's entire head. Her light fingers made circles and gentle scratches. Then they widened and she drew bigger circles. She didn't want to leave out one inch of his scalp.

“You're body, it's pressed to mine? You're passing along your thoughts without noticing because we're relaxed. But also, please keep doing that. Holy shit that feels nice.”

Rin kept on. She alternated from soft to a little harder to as much pressure as Jack allowed. He gripped her calf and ankles now wrapped around his waist. She used her thumbs to stroke his temples and rub across his forehead before going back to knead the rest of his head again.

Her attention back to reality instead of just on making sure Jack was cared for, she realized what had happened. “I'm sorry! Sorry. I can block it if you want?” She separated her body from his and unwound her legs. Jack held on.

“It's fine,” he reassured her. “Just let me mind your body too?”

Rin snickered, “You minded my body for about an hour already.”

Jack gave an annoyed smirk and rolled his eyes. “I mean like this!” he gestured towards her washing his hair.

“You can wash my hair. That would be lovely.”

“Why don't I..” he stroked his chin. Jack's eyes settled on the stuff she had spread out on the sink. “Shave your legs?”

“Blimey,” Rin whispered. “Really?” Her heart took to pounding in her ears. She eased him down into the water to rinse everything from him clean. “Jack that's very..”

“Intimate?” he was already standing to carefully choose what was her razor and shaving cream. He held them in her direction for approval.

“Actually, yes.” Rin nodded, “And yes. This is really different from shaving your face, y’know. I've got to trust you completely because that is a new blade, and I always nick a damn patch of skin.”

Jack sat back down in the water, placed the razor on the edge of the tub and lifted Rin’s ankle. He pinioned her foot to his chest and bit his entire bottom lip. She felt exposed, made vulnerable by this position. He was looking at the half of her naked body just below the water’s surface. The can of gel faltered as he shook it.

“Jack! You're shaving my legs, not my twat. Eyes on what you're doing!” Rin snapped her finger to catch his attention.

“I can do-”

“Keep speaking, and no sex for two days.”

Jack frowned but sprayed the soap on her shin. He spread it around from the ankle up to her knee before trying to go higher. Rin held up her hand, “Only strippers and sex workers shave that high!”

He snorted and continued on the back of her leg and made sure to get the back of her knee. She was especially ticklish there and jerked her body and giggled as a result. They both could be in trouble: Jack with a sharp object; Rin with the ability to kick him in the sternum if he wasn't careful.

“Better luck if you're facing away from me. You have to shave with the blades towards my knee. You best sit back against me like before.”

“Or,” Jack held the razor backwards with the head towards his wrist. His thumb on the grooved grip as he placed it delicately by Rin’s ankle. The handle was awkward in his large fingers as he took it gingerly and with the utmost of care upward. The blade made a path in the cream as he moved it up to her knee.

Rin inhaled as he did the same gesture again. She exhaled when the razor met her kneecap. Steady breathing with each swipe along her leg. The tip of Jack's tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated. He worked and focused and shifted her calf just enough to get the sides and the back. The only sound in the bathroom was the splish of water when he cleaned the blade after each path.

“Oh,” was all that left Rin’s mouth the entire time. Her eyes never left Jack's face while his own refused to break away from her leg.

“You alright?” Jack finally looked up at Rin just as he was getting a start on her other leg.

Rin shook her head with enthusiasm. Now her turn to bite her bottom lip before a giant smile crawled from ear to ear. “I'm grand! I love you.”

And just like he always did when she said that, Jack looked sheepish. Like he still couldn't believe that any.one would love him let alone a whole family of them. Rin. Emma. Billy. Jerry. They all loved him without condition.

“I love you too,” Jack smiled in kind. It reached his eyes in wrinkled skin in the corners of them. He made his way around his girlfriend’s other leg and realized something had grown inside of him. He was starting to care for himself.

So this is it, Jack thought as he finished shaving Rin’s legs, I think I love myself?

Before he could say anything the doorbell rang downstairs and scared the shit out of them both. They scrambled to their feet and started to dry off in a harried way. In the bedroom, they threw on clothes as the bell rang out again with more insistence.

“Can ghosts ring?”

“No! Not usually. BLOODY HELL WE’RE COMING!” Jack shouted as he rushed down the steps. He turned the light on in the foyer and opened the door. Rin couldn't make out anything but Jack’s shocked voice. “What the fuck are you doing here? You're two weeks early, mate.”

“She.. I should've.. Wren.. I lost my..” the words were broken up by Jack's body.

Rin made her way down and peered around Jack's shoulder. A tired, swollen eyed man stood on the front stoop. His hair was a curly mess; his goatee and mustache looked like a positive fright. She could tell he hadn't been sleeping much. It was the first time Rin had seen him alone in the last year. It was the first time Rin had seen him in PERSON in maybe seven in spite of all his promises.

“ROLAND?!”

Both he and Jack turned towards Rin and shouted simultaneously, “Surprise!”

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Mad About Love

(Jack x Rin Davies)

Warnings: Another quick and dirty self-indulgent smut fic

A/N: It's my birthday, and I'll write Jack getting laid if I want to!

“Jack,” she chastised.

“Rin,” he was bemused.

She climbed higher to slide a book back onto the shelf. Jack ran his hand along the fabric of her brightly colored thigh highs until it was lost beneath her jean skirt. He massaged her ass with said hand before using it to mimic the way she replaced the novel. Her thighs, the bookends. His fingers, the book. Rin inhaled and faltered. Jack steadied the ladder, but his motions were deliberate.

“Jack,” she exhaled a breathy sigh.

“Wren,” his voice was thick with desire.

She walked back down a step or two. Jack's arm bent with her but kept on. Unable to stop herself, she reached between her legs and urged him on. Guided his fingers to put pressure on the thin layer of cotton between them and her clit. Hers over his as they pumped rhythmically. Rin’s sex swelled and she felt her pulse inside her panties. The air rushed out of Jack's nose quick and heavy

“Jonathan,” Jack's full name for the first time managed to escape her mouth. She took another step down to the ground.

“Aderyn,” he struggled to talk while his body pinioned hers to the rungs of the ladder. Jack's erection pushed into her ass as his lips caught the skin behind her ear. He left a path of kisses down her neck and over a bare shoulder.

Rin’s hips rocked back into the bulge. She squirmed the quicker his fingers worked. It was so abrupt the way she suddenly tottered around underneath Jack to remove her panties and lift her skirt. She propped her foot up higher than she imagined she could.

“Ei wneud yn gyflym,” she implored him in Welsh. “Do it quickly.”

“Alright, loov.”

Jack freed his cock only to sheath it completely inside of Rin. He braced himself on her hips and started to thrust with abandon. Their bodies crashed together rapidly; Rin clung to the ladder and pulled herself up and down to match Jack's pace. His waist and her ass made a clapping sound as her muscles started to buckle from keeping up. Her legs were unused to maneuvering the way Jack's body demanded.

Rin relaxed and rocked her hips backwards so her sex could handle how deep Jack buried himself to the hilt. He growled and panted to her louder and louder mewls of ecstasy. The ladder and shelves rattled with their rutting.

All of the foreplay and practice and trial and error and fucking and love-making paid off. Jack knew to finger Rin at the same time. He rolled her into an orgasm that shot through her body with a violent shudder and outburst.

“Jack!”

Jack felt Rin’s walls tighten around his cock. He bucked hard and fast only a few more times before his own explosion.

“Fuck, Rin!”

His cum meant nothing to her body so they stopped worrying long ago. He spasmed one last time before he slid out and adjusted himself. She did likewise and spun beneath his arms. Rin’s fingers tangled in Jack's thick curls so their mouths could melt in a deep kiss.

They broke apart.

“Jack,” and she gestured at the door. Her hair was a total mess.

Billy and Emma stood outside with Jerry and waved. The adults with knowing grins on their faces. Jerry waggled his eyebrows at the couple; Emma’s cheeks a shade to match her hair. No one had drawn the blinds after the shop closed.

“Rin,” he said in embarrassment.

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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Song To The Siren

(Jack (Mason?) x Rin Davies)

Warnings: language, angst, and some smut

A/N: Rin never thought she would see Jack again, and a chance encounter led him back to her life. Now that her powers sent a shockwave to his memories, what else was he willing to remember. ((I thought I was done with these two for a least a little while. Turns out they weren't quite done with me. This one is for @magic-multicolored-miracle and @slutforrobbiebro. This takes place after Auld Lang Syne)

“You alright with this?” Jack stood in front of Rin and stepped out of his wet boxers.

“Why wouldn't I be?” Rin’s heart drummed loudly in her chest.

She fumbled with the clasp of her bra and discarded the thing, followed by her panties as she lost balance from the champagne. Jack caught her by the arm as she composed herself and stood as straight as she could manage. Her naked breasts puffed out as she tried to exude more confidence. Instead they found their eyes wandering over one another’s nudity. How different someone appears without harsh fluorescent lighting.

“It's our first date?” Jack stroked his chin. “Except I've had sex with you.”

“Amongst other things,” Rin smirked.

His face flushed in return, “Bloody brilliant. I didn't just forget you, I forgot-”

“That you lost your virginity?” Rin’s voice was sympathetic. There wasn't a passing moment where she didn't want to erase how she lost hers from her own memory.

“I’ve shagged other girls,” he was blunt.

"Of course you have, look at you" ran through Rin’s mind.

“By others I mean two. I didn't think I was BAD, just not good? Figured it was instinct. That maybe when I used to get pissed on tequila and high on meds, and some bloke kicked my arse, maybe someone took pity on me and gave me a toss?”

“Oh it wasn't as magical as that!” Rin hoped the sarcasm was palpable. Jack looked panicked. “You are REALLY good,” there was smug satisfaction on her face, “Because I showed you. The actual sex bit was a rough go because we had..”

Jack dug the heels of his palms into his temples; Rin’s breath caught in her throat. She braced herself for impact. For the outburst and fists to be pounded into his forehead, or worse his head into something. His eyes were clenched shut while he only tapped his hands in succession into his head. He was more nervous than angry.

“Sarah Lewis!” Jack was excited. “Sarah wouldn't let us alone. Mark, that's where I got the money. He died first.”

“I know. Everything was on the telly after Emma took you home. I just played along for your sake in case you never got your memory back.”

“Oh.”

Rin made the first move. She embraced Jack, clung to him without the caution of what her body might do to his. He held her tight as she let every inch of her skin melt with his. Jack needed to experience more than just the little bits of good they shared.

“Kiss me through this next part,” Rin begged.

Jack didn't hesitate. His mouth met hers eagerly. Rin parted her lips to let him. Their tongues began almost a strange tug-of-war. Rin would allow him to reach the back of her mouth, her jaw opened wide to accommodate him. Quickly she fought back, her own tongue far inside of his mouth.

Suddenly Jack lifted Rin off the ground and her legs wrapped around him. They made their way to the bed where he gently tossed her back on the blankets and pillows. She giggled as he crawled up beside her. How beautiful he was as a giant smile spread across his face and reached his eyes. How her heart quickly broke when he laid down on top of her. Every inch of his body next to hers. She couldn't hold back from him any longer.

Rin let everything rush back into Jack's mind as lips found hers again. She sent the flashes of memory as delicately as possible while their tongues and lips danced again. He had settled himself inside her open legs just like the night it all came to a head. Except she welcomed the contact of his skin, the warmth and desire that flooded over her. The tears welled in her eyes over what she had to do.

Jack was drowning in the water as Rin woke him up. The way he started to reach the surface and come down from his drug cocktail high. Blips of when he smuggled his drugs out of the facility on the bottom of those ugly glass paperweights full of spiders and scorpions. How Emma and Jerry conspired with them and started to fall in love with each other in the process.

Then Rin threw out spurts of happiness. Their awkward, hungry first kiss. The way Jack was impatient about sex and making out and satisfying her. The way the bright, brain numbing lights of his room did nothing to stop them from showing and teaching and discovering one another. Her hands tugging on his head between her legs while she instructed him how to go down on her. Then likewise as she took him completely in her mouth. How every single time they came they could momentarily forget ghosts and therapy and pills that fucked their minds.

In the present day, Rin had her nails dug into Jack's forearm. Her back curved and bent while his fingers slid in and out of her. The more craven behavior she showed him, the more adamant he worked her clit. His breath hitched watching her give him head even though she writhed and meweled under him. As he teased her nipple with his warm mouth, there was a phantom sensation of Rin’s as it sucked and licked at the length of his erection.

“How the fuck are you doing that?” Jack stuttered as the walls around her sex began to contract around his fingers. She was going to cum. He only knew because she felt it inside of herself.

What Rin felt and saw was his tongue inside of her sex. How it manipulated her clit but was also his hand and fingers. She couldn't function from the dual pleasure of both the memory and his reality. So she demanded Jack stop.

“Not yet,” she held Jack's hand at bay.

“Do you want to stop?” he hovered above her. He left light kisses on her neck and lips. “We don't have to.”

Rin responded by simply taking his cock in her hand. Jack stopped breathing all together as she positioned the head just outside of her sex. It throbbed in her grip as Jack moaned. She lifted her hips the same time she grabbed onto his ass and coaxed him deep inside.

Then Jack's impatience as he started to plow into Rin. She clawed at his back and ass and moved along with him. Down to the hilt so far that she could feel him almost in her chest. The raw desperation as they crashed together. Jack pinned Rin’s wrists above her head and posited his tongue as far in her mouth as his cock rocketed into her body.

There they were once more. Lost in each other and the moment and not their surroundings. But a small bedroom in a nice house was better than a sterile psychiatric hospital with a nurse standing guard outside. And Rin wasn't ready to share with Jack the worst of it. The boat and bodies and how they tried to make her one of them. But as he pumped quicker and breathed harder and her body started to climax they shared I love yous and some tears. They held one another, and for this moment of the day they were happy. Jack could be sad later.

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[misskittysmagicportal]

Cry Little Sister

(A Jack x Rin Drabble)

Word Count: 1618

Warnings: implied fem recv oral, mention of sexual abuse, abortion, angst

A/N: Even after some time with Jack, Rin Davies still has her secrets.

Rin rolled on her side and gingerly stepped on to the wooden floor. She was nude, but risked freezing to death in the stark cold of her bedroom to sneak to the shower. Her body ventured only a few centimeters before a strong forearm caught her around the waist. She could only squeal.

Rin was yanked back on to the bed where she feigned fighting against what pinned her down. She twisted and giggled, but they overpowered her. He was, despite how he seemed, incredibly strong.

“JACK!!” Rin half-whinged, but only half. The other half desperately tried to hide how bothered she was. The electricity that spread in her veins and arteries and nerves and traveled out to her fingers and toes and between her legs.

“RIN!” Jack mocked her. He bent to place a gentle kiss on her neck. Then her chin. He took his time and pecked and planted his lips all over face, forehead and ears.

“I have a shift in an hour! I need to shower and get my uniform out of the wash.” Each one of her words was punctuated by his kisses. Only a few she reciprocated.

“I keep telling you to quit your job and work with me.”

“You don't shit where you eat, Jack.”

“You keep telling me that. We wouldn't have to work at the same time. I trust you to run the shop alone.” He trailed down between Rin’s breasts and over her stomach. He lifted her back into an arch towards his mouth.

“Jack,” Rin found herself breathless.

There was no longer even water to float on let alone drown in when their bodies touched. It was a warm beach with soft sand like the one she visited with her brother Finch after university. Their only vacation.

Now Jack was like a vacation with an occasional cloud that passed through. And that was it, they only passed through. No bothering. No messages. Just passive specters who gave up eventually for another medium. Rin could sense them too like goose pimples up her spine. She was too worried about breaking Jack to ask if maybe together they could corporealize a ghost.

At this moment, Rin was unshielded. She unwittingly opens herself up like she did her legs as Jack’s tongue found its destination. He teased the outside of her sex with it; his hands held her defiant hips still. Then a memory passed to Jack as his mouth closed on her clit like a jolt.

Just a flash of a dingy waiting room, the smell of cleaning products and antiseptic hung in the air. Rin bolted upright, both from Jack's tongue inside and of the memory. That smell churned her stomach. The sheets gave way to the crinkle of paper and the delayed puff of cushioning on an exam table was the bed. Finch’s large hand clammy in her own as his impossibly blue eyes held her gaze. She was back but couldn't be.

Jack had rolled to lay face up. He held his head in his hands like Rin saw him do when they were sectioned. He started to knock softly at his temples, eyes shut tight. She had triggered him.

“No. No. Why’s it smell like hospital? Why did you do that?!” his voice at a near-bellow. “I don't want to go back. Not to that place when I was a kid. Don't make me go back!”

“Jack. Jack, it's ok! Jack!” Rin shouted over his outburst. She clutched his wrists to pull his fists away, but he resisted.

He was the immovable object to her unstoppable force, but Rin’s bare hands on his skin made Jack recoil from her for the first time. “Stop! Why do you have that in your head?!” His long body curled away from his girlfriend.

“Jack,” Rin spoke softly now. “That's not your memory. That's mine.” She tread with care and kissed his shoulder. Her hands refrained from touching him directly. “I was just so unguarded, that a door opened. I think I've been struggling to have this conversation with you so much, it came out of my subconscious.”

Jack reached behind himself and pulled Rin towards his back. He draped her arm over his body and began to trace the faint scars along the back of her hand. Instinct made Rin bury her face between his shoulder blades where her forehead came to rest. Jack sighed before he turned her hand over and traced the lines on her palm.

“Jack, I can't have kids.”

He was silent. Rin could feel him thinking, processing how to respond. He was so new to everything still, even after two years. Stability. Safety. Sex. Jack learned as he went. He faltered a lot, especially with the concept of Rin being tangible. He couldn't just take a drug or get drunk to make her disappear. Not that they did it much, but when they had a row, it was interesting to say the least.

“Does that upset you?” He kissed her knuckles.

“I think it used to, but I spent so much time with awful men or lost OR sectioned that I accepted maybe I did myself a favor? Not that I think you want them, but it's the first I've thought of it in years.”

“You don't want kids with me, love. Emma’s good, but she still got stuck with one like me.”

“Wouldn't want anymore of those kind, smart men in the world would we?”

“I'm not always kind.” It was matter of fact.

“To yourself.” Rin could sense him roll his eyes now. “I just didn't think someone would actually love me, so I put it off.”

“Rin what do you mean, did it yourself?”

“Do you want me to tell you?” She kissed the back of Jack's neck. “Or show you?”

“I guess it's only fair,” Jack sounded apprehensive.

But Rin didn't respond. She took her hands and placed them on Jack's face like she was covering his eyes with her palms. She relaxed her mind, unlocked it and melted into Jack with her memories.

The two of them sat side by side in a waiting room. The old plastic chairs in gold and rust and red with peeled paint on the walls felt more broken-down Fawlty Towers than a clinic of some kind. Jack's feet stuck to the linoleum floor and he rubbed his sweaty palms on his knees. He knew no one could see him, but wished he was in more than boxers.

Rin was young, younger than Jack had ever seen her. He never knew how dark and long her hair was as it hid her face. There was a bruise on her cheek. She cradled her stomach with one hand. The other held tight to a young man not much older. That had to be Finch.

They looked alike, except his eyes were unfathomably blue. Finch, Fin, had dark, straight hair that was a mess. He had his arm around her shoulder and was kissing her head and murmured something. Rin nodded and stared up at him with complete admiration. Then she spoke in Welsh. Welsh? How did Jack not know.

“Are you sure it'll be ok? They can't know Finch. He can't know. He wants Mama and Papa to sell me to him.”

“Like fuck,” Jack yelled. “Christ I thought my mum was bad. Never would've sold me to a paedo.”

“He can't buy you, Wren. You're sixteen. It's legal. I’ll fucking kill them first.”

“Too right you will!” Jack almost cheered.

He couldn't wrap his head around just knowing it was a friend. A family friend who knocked her up. Raped her, Jack was sure, and got her this way. Then it was all flashes. An exam table with stirrups and a nurse with nice eyes but witchy hands. A doctor who was smoking and tried his best. Rin cried and Fin’s lip bled from biting it. Jack looked away. Whoever said women were the fairer sex was a cunt.

“It went wrong after that,” Rin’s voice broke through the memory. “I got an infection in my uterus. They had to remove half of it, but my parents refused more. Punishment for my abortion. So I rebelled. Brilliantly until they fried my hands. I got labeled a nutter pretty quick, and they never spoke to me again. Finch did. He talked me into music and school and it went from there. In and out of psych in spite of it all. I lost Fin, found Roland then he left too. Then I found you, and YOU got lost.”

“Well I'm not lost anymore am I, duck?” Jack's term of affection for her. “I don't care about the baby part. I mean I do if YOU do. I'm just learning how to be human myself, so I'm not too keen on bringing smaller ones into the world right now.”

Jack turned over in Rin’s arms and nudged his nose along hers and face. “I love ya, though. Whatever you want, Aderyn.” He heard the way her brother called her in their native tongue. “But you haven't lost Finch either.”

Rin let her forehead rest on Jack's. “He died years ago.”

Jack rolled his eyes and waved his arm frantically around the room. “Hello! Remember what I'm good at?!”

“Wait, you can see Finch?” Tears spilled uncontrolled down her cheeks. She stuffed her knuckles in her eyes to prevent it.

“Yeah. Creepy looking right? Intense blue eyes, chiseled jaw, kinda wild black hair? Kinda short for a guy? Handsome, just weird.” Jack struggled to describe him accurately. “Why not give me your hands, and see what we can do together.”

So she did.

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[misskittysmagicportal]

I’m A Creep

Fandom: The Messenger Jack x Rin Davies

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: suicide discussion, oral sex, penetration, mention of masturbation, angsty whomp because OOOOF is Jack a Whomp!character

Note: The events of this fic contain spoilers for those of you who havent seen The Messenger.  It takes place after the end of the movie.  Read at your own risk if you haven’t seen it!  If you want it’s free on Tubi :)

Present Day:

Jack stood beside Rin in the dead of night watching her sleep for just a moment. Only a moment because she roused the instant she sensed him breathe. Sitting up, she quickly reached inside the nightstand. He knew her routine, Rin was impulsive about making sure her leather motorcycle gloves were on before she let him in.

Jack wordlessly pulled his shirt over his head and stepped out of his sweatpants and boxers. 

Rin lifted her covers and opened her legs to him. Obliging, Jack lowered himself onto her showering her neck with kisses. His tongue and lips trailing down along her collarbone, erection hard against her thigh. A hand found its way under Rin’s t-shirt and over a naked breast where he pinched at a nipple. 

“Jack,” she was breathless. “Stop. Don't touch my skin, please.”

Jack pushed himself up by the arms, “How is this enjoyable to you, duck?” A northern term of endearment. “My thighs ah touchin’ you aren't they?” The moonlight caught his eyes as he teased her with the head of his cock. “What about this, inside you?” Suggestively whispered. 

Rin moaned but held her cool. “It’s not the same. Like you said, that's inside. It's just my.. skin. From my..” her voice trailed off. 

“Would it be so bad? I just want to feel you under me without fuckkin clothes.” Jack took a chance and kissed her. Tongue pushing inside of Rin, but she stiffened. “Sweetheart,” now he whispered, just his fingertips brushed her cheek. “Please, love, just touch me”

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Several Weeks Before:

Rin sat alone at a center table in the middle of the visitation room.  This wasn’t her first rodeo, probably won’t be her last.  She flexed her hands outwards the leather of her gloves cracking and flexing in a satisfying manner.  No one was going to come and see her. Besides, the solitude allowed her to quietly spy on all the other nutters around the room.

Just to her left Rin noticed a pretty redheaded woman and her son as they sat across from probably the most attractive guy ever in an institution.  There was a tenseness to the way he sat, shoulders hunched and hands between his legs.  His hair unruly and a blank stare that wasn’t really focusing on- she came to realize-  his sister and nephew.  Rin knew him from group therapy where he was equally quiet, eyes glassy from a psych med cocktail.  The majority of his speaking hours tucked away in that overbearing therapist’s office.  

“Jack, will you please just look at me?” his sister, Emma tried her best to reach out to her brother. “I.. I think Martin and I made a mistake.” 

Jack only stared straight ahead between Emma and his nephew, Billy. The preteen looked uncomfortable and scared as his mother nudged him softly. “It's ok. Billy tell Uncle Jack.” 

“I did, Mom” , his voice quiet. “I'm supposed to say no. That you should get me help before it's too late.”  Rin watched as Billy folded his arms and laid his head down. “Only I can't. It's all night and day, Jack. I can't sleep because they don't have you.” 

“Best leave him here with me then, Emma.” It was the first time anyone heard Jack speak in weeks. His sister had a posh accent, so Rin was surprised when Yorkshire dripped from his lips. “For good, right?” 

“That's not fair. You are sick, Jack.  You weren't caring for yourself. You.. you got too involved with that murder. You were hurting yourself,” Emma struggled with tears. “I want to take you home.”

“Oh like I'm some kind of fookin dog? Emma you and Martin made it clear I belong here. She's right, maybe it was all dad. That's traumatic you know.” 

“You deserve someplace warm! A home. Please, Jack. I found this in your things.” She slid a newspaper clipping towards her brother. “That's the boy who drowned. Why.. why didn't you tell me?” 

“Loads of kids drown in pools,” Jack stated bluntly with a shrug. “Why should your pool be any different?” 

“I never said it was our pool.” 

“I recognized the address in the article”

“Jack, it's from two years ago.” 

“I got lucky. Ah we doon here? I have walls to stare at. Here Billy you can have this back,” from between his knees he produced a glass paperweight with a scorpion inside. “Tell all ya mates Crazy Uncle Jack sends his loov” 

Jack tried to stand but Emma grabbed his arm. This was Rin’s cue to swoop in. She swiftly moved from her table to theirs. 

“JACKIE!’ I've been looking for you everywhere!” His eyes panicking in her direction. “I'm Wren,” she took her glove off and reached a scarred hand in Emma's direction. “But my brother couldn't say it so you can call me Rin” She smiled brightly. 

Emma tentatively shook Rin’s hand, smiling in turn.  Rin took a moment as her mind’s eye zoned in on what was inside of Jack’s sister.  It was a loneliness, a desperation to take care of her little brother but protect her son from the same fate.  But most importantly Rin felt a small tingling of warmth from somewhere deep inside of Emma’s heart.  It was white and pure and instantly recognizable as hope.  Even though it was tiny it was growing and starting to spread, and Rin knew Emma was eager to share that with her brother.

“Wow,” Rin blurted, “I wish my brother was as invested in me as you are.  You’re a good person, Emma.  Trust me,” she winked.  “Woman’s intuition.”

Emma narrowed her eyes and studied the crazed looking woman standing between her and Jack.  The scars on Rin’s hand raised some alarms, but Emma ignored them.  She omitted a relief and let go, “Well thank you.  Can you talk some sense into my brother?”

Moments later, with the visitors gone, Rin sat down in Emma’s place.  “Thank you is a start,” she teased Jack. 

He rolled his eyes and slowly turned in her direction to face her dead on.  The intensity of his eyes took Rin by surprise.  “Thank you,” the sarcasm poured like a waterfall.

Rin took off her other glove.  “Now, Mr-”

“Jack is fine.”

“Jack.  Tell me,” Rin feigned a German accent, “Und why do zey sink you are crazy.”   

He blinked slowly.

“You got sectioned.  What bullshit excuse did they force you to believe?  Because it seems like Lovely Emma is desperate to get you out, and we know how hard that is.”

Jack took an impossibly deep breath, “Schizo-effective disorder with some dissociation, post traumatic stress disorder, non-suicidal self injury disorder and depression.”

“Fuck me, that's a trail mix of bonkers. Now ask me” 

Jack closed his eyes. They were shut for so long that Rin was certain he had fallen asleep having given in to his meds. His hunched, thin body sort of folded a bit in on itself. A moment of possible self-soothing when he started to sway. 

“Jack?” Rin's tone fell quietly with concern. She poke his arm carefully avoiding touching the skin. “Darling what cocktail did these quacks put you on.” She was an expert after all these years; if the drugs were working, no way would he be this much of a zombie.

Green blank eyes hidden behind enviable eyelashes attempted to focus “Seroquel. Clozapine?” His words start to slur a bit. “Fine. How fucking barmy are you?”

“Well,”  the young woman softened, “I have suicidal ideations with self-injury tendencies myself, severe clinical depression, a bit of the old borderline personality disorder and wait for it..”  she practically whispered a few inches from Jack’s face, “total emotional attachment to partners.”  

The skin around Jack’s eyes crinkled as he squinted just enough to indicate his hazed brain was trying to process everything Rin just unloaded. His lips parted to speak but he paused resulting in a gobsmacked expression.  “You’re barking.”

“Says the sexy scarecrow with journo clippings of dead boys.”  Rin pursed her lips and crossed her arms, “Why are you really in here Jack.”

“I’m fucking mad.” It was matter of fact.

“To quote the Cheshire Cat, we’re all mad here, love.  Look at me,” she held her hands aloft to display gnarled and prominent scars covering both hands in their entirety.  “I developed a gift or two by primary school.  See I can touch a person, and I know what they are feeling.  Except it.. It goes deeper than that.  I can PICTURE their true selves.  It’s a bit overstimulating, but no one can lie to me.  Not really.  Doesn’t do much for my sex life.  Or lack of one really.  Honestly, you put a cock in your mouth only to find out the guy you’re with is fantasizing about slitting your throat and wanking in your blood.”

Jack shook his head, “Jesus christ.”

“Well yes! My parents were religious zealots, right?  They got wind of my gifts.  Tried to use me in the church, but I rebelled.  Long story short, darling Mumsy and Papa decided if they may be stuck my hands in boiling grease I wouldn’t be able to use it anymore.  It’s not in my hands though.  It’s in my skin,” Rin smiled almost pleasantly. “Sometimes I get a bit over the edge.  I stop shielding myself from the pure air around folks, I suffocate in it.  Then,” now she held out her wrists, “I have my little accidents.”

Jack’s mouth hung agape.  His brows furrowed in confusion, “You are off you’re fucking nut.”

“That’s all relative.  Now, you can tell me why they REALLY sectioned you.  What power or ability are they masquerading as mental illness, or I can find out my way.”  Rin shrugged. 

“Why the fuck do you care?  I’m sleeping at night.  I have food and a bed and a shower.”

“Und electro-shock zerapy, und coma inducing psychopharmaceuticals, und most importantly you has lost your voice und a chance to harness your ability correctly.”  that mock German accent again.  “You shouldn’t be here, Jack.  Emma certainly doesn’t think so, and neither do I.  You’re special.  Or that bitch shrink wouldn’t have made you the living dead.”

Jack snorted followed by a rather loud.  “Just fuck off. Fuck off.  Fuck off.  FUCK OFF!” he screamed in Rin’s face.  Not once did she flinch, arms crossed again in a challenge. Disgusted by her, Jack kept bellowing his words thick with anger and cotton from the meds, “I DON'T BELONG OUT THERE EITHER!  I DON'T BELONG IN HERE!  I DON’T FUCKING BELONG ANYWHERE. HE’S DEAD.  SHE’S DEAD.  EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF THE CUNTS IS DEAD!  DEAD DEAD DYING!  JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” 

He shot up out of the chair to leave, but Rin caught his large hand.  Skin to skin, hands so small together they barely covered just his one.  Instantly her body stiffened as she gasped for air.  Tears immediately stung her eyes as she crammed them shut.  There in her mind was just a large body of water.  Ocean waves crashed overhead as she sank far below the surface.  Dark, cold, horrifying that sensation of being drowned.  Rin choked on the last bit of oxygen in her lungs and started to suffocate.  The hand she held brought her mind’s eye around to opening under the water to see Jack floating near-motionless in front of her.  It took all of her strength to push against the tide towards him where she held his face in her hands.  Death and decay flashed above them, the dead peering down from boats just waiting for Jack to return to the surface.

Rin strained to convey that tiny bit of hope Emma had passed along to her earlier as she pressed her forehead into Jack’s in the icy deep.  There was no reason in particular that she was drawn to him.  Not in the hospital or here trying to save him from drowning slowly. Was he attractive, undoubtedly, but that wasn’t all or it. Maybe it was now that she knew he was a messenger, a harbinger of death.  That was itself a form of an empathic gift.  Or it was just compassion. 

Suddenly Jack’s eyes burst open.  In that languid way your body moves underwater, he pushed her away.  His arms and legs thrashed around in a panic as if he only just realized he was allowing this place to kill him.  There was an instant loss, and Rin’s inner self slammed into a brick wall.  The physical Jack had severed the connection between her body and his.  To resurface that suddenly forced Rin gulping in blessed oxygen that she never really lost.  It was an illusion, where the two of them had been.  He really had shoved her back though, she realized that now.  Storming out of the visitation center, Jack left Rin alone to cry.

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Several days later

Rin lounged against the wall outside of Jack’s room with her gloves firmly in place.  Patients weren’t SUPPOSED to fraternize outside of the common rooms, but Rin had been here a few times before.  She knew which orderlies and nurses to finess, and which to avoid.  In this case Jerry was the giant, affable St Bernard of a man that kept watch in this particular hallway.

“Wren back so soon?” he teased. “What are you doing hanging around the human handbook for the recently deceased?” 

“Delightful, Jer.  How is he?  I mean really.” Rin hooked her thumb in the direction of the room.

“Easiest patient I’ve dealt with on account of he rarely speaks, pops his meds and keeps to himself.  Gave us a bit of a row when he first got here, but I like the guy.  I don’t know what to believe though.  His sister’s been sniffing around administratives.”  The orderly shrugged his massive shoulders.  “Heard you took quite the piss on visitation day.”

“I didn’t take the piss!” 

“Did ya do your handsy thing,” Jerry made jazz hands.

Rin’s eyes almost rolled back in her head, but suddenly there was a figure in the doorway which caused her to jump.  “How about we don’t talk about the nutter like he isn’t 10 feet away and only 27 years old?” Jack insisted.  His arms crossed and shoulders sagged in their usual way.  

“Can we talk?”  

Before Jack could truly answer, Rin had already pushed past him and sat down on his bed.  His mouth hung somewhat agape before he eventually joined her.  Jack attempted to sit close, just for some human contact, but the young woman beside him shied away.

“Right,” a retort.  “You’ve started being just as bloody fucking annoying as they were.”

Startled, “Who?”

“You know those.. Schizo delusions I’m here for.”

“The dead?”

Jack’s green eyes narrowed and Rin knew there was a sarcastic remark just sitting there waiting to be released.  Instead he curled his posture as if he was trying to fold in on himself.  Make himself smaller, less noticeable.  “Dissociations sparked by my father’s suicide.”

“Psycho babble bullshit jargon.  Congratulations, you’ve become a parrot.”  Rin waved her hand, “Jack has anyone ever-.”  There was a hesitation.  

“Has anyone ever what? Go on, enlighten me then”

Rin started stripping her gloves off but thought better of it.  A sense of foreboding, of drowning and clutching her chest for hair flashed across her mind.  The loneliness emanated from Jack without her touch. That empathic conduction of her skin.  Reaching instead to place the soft leather against his cheek, her thumb brushed his bottom lip.  Her eyes searched for him in that moment where time stood still before a mouth replaced a thumb.  

To not only Rin’s surprise but his own, Jack didn’t recoil.  His body relaxed as instinct took hold. There was a fervor in hands that got tangled up in hair.  Tongues fought each other as arms made their way around bodies in an embrace.  They held one another tight, the desperation apparent.  

The spell broke when Jack laid Rin down on the bed and let his warm mouth trail down her neck. He was awkward and hungry like a teenager.  He fumbled around her chest to attempt massaging her breast. 

A snort came from Rin simply to hide the panic of rushing water when Jack’s lips came into contact with her skin.  Maybe hers found it easier to beg off that inner eye from opening, but now she didn’t have a choice.  They weren’t as deep with the surface just rippling only a few inches away.  

Before she started to lose oxygen again, Rin began to squirm.  “ Stop.  Please?”

Jack sat up and faced forward as if nothing had transpired.  His cheeks flushed and a hand tugged at his tee-shirt embarrassingly then stuffed between his legs. He blinked a few times as he breathing calmed. 

“I only came to ask you if anyone had ever shown you affection.  Held you.  Emma.. Emma”  Rin inhaled deeply as she forced Jack to hold her glove hand.  “I know she sort of longs to hug you.”  Back on his cheek to make him look at her. “Obviously I got my answer,” she laughed. 

Jack silently replied by pushing his forehead into Rin's.  They laid down again this time with their heads on his pillow legs and arms tangled up in each other. Jack nuzzled the edge of his nose into the skin behind her ear; her breath caught. Then the couple seemingly melted together.

“Jack you seem less-” fingers twisted up in his curls.

“Like a walking coma patient?” hand gripped the thick of her thigh.  Then reaching a shelf above Rin Jack seized one of those creepy glass paperweights housing a floating tarantula. Turning it over underneath to show a tiny white envelope. “I started hiding my meds. Pass them along to my sister when she visits.”

Just under the surface of the water, still struggling for air exploded before Rin's eyes. Perhaps she had passed something between Emma and Jack. Was it her own faith that was transmitted to him? That first touch that woke him up after all this time. 

The next few weeks became a game of trial and error. Of how little or much Rin and Jack could consume of each other.  Kissing was no longer an issue once the meds began to wear off, lips and tongues and mouths. It felt more like standing ankle deep in a bathtub. Warm and comforting; it was Jack that was overpowering.  

Eager to make up for a very long very lost amount of time. He stumbled along Rin's body uneasily because of how little clothing she removed at first. Not that he was in a rush to reveal what was underneath his oversized shirt and sweatpants. He wasn’t the one recoiling when the stimulation overwhelmed.  

“I'll take off my shirt. Touch me here, but where the fabric of my bra is. Tease the nipple with just your fingertips. No that's.. maybe under? Touch them. Oh God. Now your mouth. Right there.  Are you.. you took your shirt off too?” (She marveled at how defined, muscular Jack's body seemed despite his slight stature)   

Jack took initiative now and slid his fingers inside of Rin. He pumped them a few times guided by her ``Oh.. maybe you can touch me.. Do you feel.. It’s like a bud or a kernel.. Here let me.. It’s just right.. OH GOD.  Right like.. ”   And she would ride his hand and fingers that circled that bud.  

Rin would cry out in surprise.  Her body exploded in ecstasy. They weren't drowning anymore. Just swimming, bobbed under the water and surface. It was the sense-memory of suffocating, coupled with the dazzling pleasure of Jack's warm tongue as it teased her nipples, his strong fingers teasing her clit at the same time. His hot skin meshed with hers washed out by fear.  She apologized as they scrambled to arrange themselves. 

“Don't think I'm going anywhere for quite some time, my love.”  His words changed with the possessive my in lieu of the once meaningless sentiment. He would steal a chaste kiss from Rin whose cheeks flushed to match his own as he made that familiar adjustment between his legs.  In the future, Rin would come to him without a bra but reluctant to take her shirt off when Jack kept on never minding.

Jerry became an ally of sorts. He always had been on Rin's side after she read him her second section. It wasn't difficult to get him to believe in Jack's abilities. Staff has whispered down the corridors that Jack had suddenly found himself aware of a suicide attempt.  That dead reporter Emma mentioned, his fiancé had taken more pills than Rin ever fathomed any number of her attempts. (She had a flare for dramatics: slit wrists) Jerry mentioned Jack had a tantrum the likes of a toddler screaming the name Sarah whatever over and over, pounding his fists into his head to make whatever haunted him. Sure enough, this Sarah was found nearly having bled out and foaming at the mouth. 

“How would he even fucking know, poppet? Not unless Jack really was chatting up her dead fiancé “ As if that was all he needed, Jerry turned his back and caused distractions all the nights the Empath and her Beautiful Broken Man longed to be together.

It was stunning the way Jack learned to manipulate the system.  Only Rin, and reluctantly Jerry, knew he pocketed his meds.  Safely tucked away in those ugly arachnid globes in the pockets or purse of Billy and Emma.  He started talking more in group therapy and far less in private sessions.  Engaged in conversations with his sister and nephew, true ones that resulted in a simple smile or a laugh free from a facetious tone.  To the staff and doctors those fucking psychopharmeceuticals worked.  To Jack’s sister and nephew and whatever Rin was to him, there was a slowly lifting weight making the air around him lighter. Yet Rin kept her hands to herself.

More trial and error.  In the midst of fervent kisses, Rin took Jack in her hand.  A stroke or two was all she got in before he spasmed and came.  The mortification that flashed in his eyes as he curled in a fetal position between her and the wall while she whispered reassurances in his ear.  Touching him, caressing him and eventually taking him into her mouth became easier and longer with practice and patience.  

They laughed into each other’s mouths before Rin let her tongue trail down over his stomach. Anxiously Jack took off his pants and boxers, lying backwards.  He held the back of her head, moaned and twisted as she licked and sucked on him. His hips bucked and thrust upwards.  

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Present Day, Again

“Would it be so bad? I just want to feel you under me without fuckin clothes.” Jack took a chance and kissed Rin. Tongue pushed inside of her, but she stiffened. “Sweetheart,” now he whispered,  just his fingertips brushed her cheek. “Please, love, just touch me?”

Rin took a moment to think.  He wasn’t drowning anymore.  She could push that old feeling out of her third eye and bury herself in new ones.  She took a hold of her shirt and tossed it on the floor.  She took the erection that twiced against her thigh and held it just outside of her pulsating and ready sex.  With hands that sunk into her vunerable skin, Jack buried himself inside of her. 

That fire from Emma all that time ago poured from Jack’s body into hers.  It pushed back the water as he pumped rhythmically into Rin.  Building into a frenzy quickly, his pelvis crashed into hers before she could really come around to what was happening.  It briefly conquered the fears from before; caused hot tears to spring to her eyes that flowed uncontrolled down her cheeks.

In his fervor, Jack noticed and bent to kiss them away.  The gesture she had made that first time, a thumb brushed across her cheek and lower lip as he slowed his pace. Wren,” he took to calling her that tentatively.  “What is it?”

Before she could answer, Jack became distracted by something in the corner of the room.  Eyes passed between Rin and whatever it was that she couldn’t fathom or see.  She took his chin and focused it on her as they crashed together and apart again in another wave of building friction. It was too late though, he had abruptly pulled out and away from her. 

“NO!  STOP!  LEAVE ME ALONE!  CAN’T I HAVE ONE MOMENT OF FUCKING HAPPINESS WITHOUT ONE OF YOU LOOMING OVER ME LIKE A FUCKING PERV.”  He used fists to beat out a rhythm on his temples as he scurried to the corner of his bed with knees up to his chest.  

In the frenzy, Rin had been knocked to the floor.  Jerry had rushed in, he was never too far away just in case.  In a whirlwind, he picked Rin up with one hand and with the other attempted to intervene between Jack's fists and his head.  What could either of them do?  If attention was drawn to the room, surely the doctors would realize Jack had gone unmedicated for weeks.  Jerry’s eyes wide gestured towards Rin’s hands.  She shook her head, but Jack carried on.  

“Go on Jenny Wren, there has to be something your hands can do.  I’ll lose my job and you’ll be separated.  They’ll put him back in the Zoo.”  He was already yanking her arms forward and trying to remove her gloves before she could consent.

Rin knew The Zoo. It being rooms that could be monitored with two way mirrors.  You got a bed and a blanket.  They controlled when the lights came on and when they turned them off.  No privilege, no real structure.  They fed you, bathed you, and gave you “playtime” when they said.  No matter how you suffered from mental illness no one deserved that. She would never forgive herself.

“JERRY LET ME DO IT MYSELF!”  Rin bellowed if only to out yell Jack and his fit.  “Make her go away!  LEAVE ME ALONE” he cried underneath her.  Her hands free, she flexed them a few times before joining Jack on the bed.  She clutched his forearms and struggled to get a grip enough to pull them away from self-harm.  “JACK!  YOU HAVE GOT TO FUCKING STOP, MY DARLING.”  She slid her hands over his temples before he could punch them anymore.  She used the heels of her palms and pressed.  

It was immediate, the way her mind opened to him.  This time he was floating along the tide in a boat surrounded by what Rin could only guess were dead people.  They grabbed and tugged on Jack’s clothes.   Rin sat on the other side from him between two oars; she used one to swat at the ghosts who tried to pull them back in.  But there, walking along the surface, was a beautiful young woman.  Blonde hair flowed in waves down her back.  Sarah.

“You said we would be together, Jack.”  She was angry.  “That’s what you told him when he warned you I overdosed.  I survived that attempt, but not the second one.  Where is he Jack?  Why isn’t he here waiting for me?”

Jack stood up and the boat began to dangerously rock. Rin took his hand and he squeezed it in return.  He bellowed at the dead woman, “YOU SURVIVED AND HE MOVED ON.  I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU BEING FUCKING STUPID, SARAH.  WHAT I TOLD YOU WAS MEANT TO EASE YOUR GUILT.  HE LOVED YOU.  YOU WERE SO LOVED.  HE DIDN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR MISTAKES.  YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME ALONE.  ALL OF YOU.  I’M FUCKING DONE.  MOVE ON.  GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.  I CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE OF MY KIND.  AND FUCK OFF BILLY TOO, MATE.”

“Jack?”  Rin spoke softly.  The hands gripped her tight in place of him.  They started to pull her in with him because he was useless now.  He stood up to them for possibly the first time in twenty years.  They would take her instead then.  

Jack seized Rin’s body before she could go over in his place.  He held her fast and tight and shielded her from them.  “NO.  You don’t fucking get ANYONE I love.  Not Billy.  Not Emma.  Not Martin.  No Wren or Rin.  AND YOU DON’T FUCKING GET ME ANYMORE.”  He took the oar up in his free hand and swung it around the bodies in the water.  He jabbed it forward like a sword at Sarah still pacing the side of the boat.  “GO, SARAH.  HE’S WAITING FOR YOU.  I PROMISE THIS TIME”  Jack insisted and pleaded.

Then it was so silent it deafened both Jack and Rin as they clung to one another in the boat.  In a flash and explosion, they separated and landed back on the bed in the room in an institution.  Jerry panted and pawed at the two of them dazed and uncertain.  Jack blinked a handful of times with no recollection of what just took place in his head and Rin’s.  They never knew or remembered Rin had learned.

Jack scoured the room for any sign of Sarah or anyone else.  He rubbed his eyes a few times then sighed heavily.  “I.. I want to go back to my room now.”  It was matter of fact.  

Jerry nodded and helped him back into his clothes.  Jack stumbled a bit but managed to kiss Rin sweetly before being led away and down the hall.  Rin knew Jerry would probably give him something to help him sleep at least for the night and probably into tomorrow.  She was afraid Jack had woken up a second time.  Not just from his nightmare of the last twenty years, but whatever happened between them.  It was a price she had to pay sometimes when she helped.  There was something Rin longed to say earlier.  What made her cry was an ember somewhere deep inside of Jack that he had never experienced before.  For the first time in his life, he had hope.

#robert sheehan #jack #the messenger #robert sheehan character fic #jack x rin davies

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You said you were thinking Jack and Rin thoughts so I thought I'd come be an enabler.

But then the only thing I could think of once I opened the ask was this: what are they like when they're old and grey? Do they have any adopted grandkids, or honorary ones? Are they a cute old couple, or mean ones? Who "back in my day" rambles?

Any thoughts like that. Or just tell me whatever, cus I love them so...😁

OK I totally promised myself that I wouldn't make Jack sad ever again and then I just made myself sad thinking about Jack as an old man!! and his sister is gone and maybe friends he's made on the way and heaven forbid Rin goes before Jack goes.  because it'll be the first time in like 60 years that he is welcoming of his gift because just because they're dead doesn't mean he has to be alone. 👉🏻🥺😩👈🏻

They 10000% have surrogate grandkids through Billy! But I also believe they might seek out kids who have been discarded or abused with abilities like the ones they have. Will Jack and Rin become Professor X and Jean Grey? Yes. Yes they will. 😉

Kidding aside, I feel Jack will open his heart up enough to want to at the very least foster. Perhaps not a baby, but everyone wants babies. And even if they don't have abilities, he would inquire about the most abandoned ones. Rin could put her gifts to use by going to University and becoming a social worker/counselor. Like Teddy on Haunting of Hill House? Jack could get certified in crisis counseling as they are both survivors of a broken mental health system. Actually, I think Jack would be phenomenal at suicide prevention (beginning of The Messenger aside)

So perhaps the surrogate kids and grandkids are ones they help through the system. MAYBE just MAYBE adopting one or two.

I can also picture Jack eventually creating community outreach programs at his bookshop. Totally turning a blind eye if someone doesn't have access to a library, so they just read or need a place for a cuppa and the internet. Because he's been there. even if his isolation was self-imposed, he knows what it's like to be unwanted by society. So does Rin.

You've heard of Community PayBlowback, now get ready for VOLUNTARY COMMUNITY SERVICE 😍

#jack x rin davies #head canons #I think I just fell in love with Jack more?

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Beggin'

(Jack x Rin)

Warnings: language, pegging (f/m), penetration, fingering ( I'm a tit and put it on this page accidentally 🤣)

A/N: Jack and Rin finally get to share a first with one another

“Jack, I don't know about this.”

“Really? You've never done this before?”

“I'm not a total slag.”

Jack winced, embarrassed if he had implied anything when it came to Rin and sex. He simply figured this was in her repertoire like threesomes and whatever it was she and Roland had been doing with that blasted theremin.

He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers as repentance. Then bent forward to kiss her the skin behind each ear as he gently brushed the hair back from her neck. Rin answered with a muffled moan that only grew when Jack's hands roamed down her back and over her ass to squeeze a handful of it.

“I promise I didn't mean anything by it. It's a compliment ya know, me thinking you're this sex goddess.” Jack knew the right words even after talking to emptiness for nearly twenty years.

Rin wriggled out of his grip and stood a few feet back from him. “Show us your cock first. Then maybe I'll gain a little confidence to put on my own.” She held a belt up that an erect silicone penis dangled from it.

“We both have to get our kit off.”

He reached around Rin to unhook her bra, but she slapped him away playfully. Instead they both hastily slid out of panties and boxers. Said bra discarded on the floor. Jack sat on the edge of their bed, and leaned back casually. His cock already swelling at the sight of his naked fiancee. It never stopped being exciting to look at.

Rin arched an eyebrow in Jack's direction as she stood between his knees. She set the strap on down next to him and placed her hands on his knees. They ran up his thighs and inwards casually creating nonsensical waves and circles. Jack's cock twitched.

“Alright,” he breathed.

Jack's head hung back when her fingers closed around him and started to stroke gently along the ridges to the head. Her thumb easily teased the slit inside of his foreskin slick as she let her mind and Jack's melt together.

Feelings of everytime Jack teased her own slit wet trickled onto him. Rin massaged the length of his cock with a deftness as she crawled on top and nearly devoured his neck with her mouth. Jack bucked under her grip.

“Rin, stop. Stop.” She did so immediately and sat on Jack's lap. He held her hips. “Are you avoiding doing this?” he finally managed to ask.

Rin’s shoulders fell, her words came out with a hint of a whinge. Yet there was also apprehension. “We've never been in this situation before.”

Jack rubbed her arms with a tenderness. “How do you mean?”

“You know. You've done this before. I mean from the other way ‘round, but still. You've got more expertise, and I'm not used to that?”

Jack’s mouth dropped open, but his eyebrows raised in delight. “Aderyn Davies, are you nervous?!” his accent thickened by the question and growing excitement. “Do you want me to teach you?” Jack’s eyebrows waggled enthusiastically as he tilted his head, unable to hide his glee.

“JACK!”

“Steady on, Little Bird. I'm just taking the piss. Why not let me help put it on, alright? Then we'll just see how it goes from there.”

Jack helped Rin stand, and he placed the harness on the floor at her feet. He arranged it just so, or at least how the woman at the shop explained. He helped Rin step into it, his touch running softly up her ankle and over her shins and calves. Then he lifted the harness up over her thighs, settled it on her hips, buckled it into place and tightened it the way he was shown.

Rin sighed and closed her eyes while Jack kissed her stomach. His tongue lingered in the divet her navel made. Fingers grabbed handfuls of her ass again. This time to pull her forward so that the silicone cock was near his face.

Jack licked at just the head. Teased it even though he knew she couldn't feel anything. His fingers dipped inside of Rin’s cunt; she steadied herself with fistfuls of his hair. Then he swallowed the cock without provocation with her grip tugging him forward so that his nose and lips were near flush with her pubic hair.

“Naughty Jack, look at how delicious you've become at giving head,” the words tumbled from Rin in a way she had never heard before. Seductive.

“Fucking me with your fingers at the same time,” her voice wavered from the sensation she conjured of sucking him off. What Jack felt when she did it so she could create an imitation for herself. Her cunt throbbed from it.

Rin’s hips rocked forward enough to take her fiancé by surprise. Jack's head jerked backwards and he released the cock with a satisfying pop. He licked the imitation veins along the length as he pumped two fingers in and out of the Empath with ease, playing at her clit. She couldn't stand it any longer.

Rin shoved Jack back on the bed. She climbed on top of him and pinned his shoulders to the mattress. Her hips and the imitation cock set about grinding into his stomach. She buried her tongue in Jack's mouth and pushed back to mount him. He pulsed inside of her as she sat up and rode him with a ferver.

Jack lifted off the bed so he could lose himself up to the hilt. Rin held him down again. “I'm saving this up for when I'm the one fucking you.” Her back arched slightly as she started to undulate.

“How?” Jack stammered.

“Grab the lube, and let's have a go!” Her words came out a strange, strangled moaning command. Jack obliged.

He fumbled with the tube as he opened it up. Jack bit his bottom lip in concentration while he groped at the cock with one hand. He turned the pinkish peach color glossy. Enough to be satisfied Rin would slide in as easily as possible.

“Now it's your turn, love. Bend your knees, feet flat on the bed.”

He pulled out of her and followed the instructions. Rin knelt inside of his legs, her fingernails etched a path over his thigh and pushed his knee a bit back towards the bed. She held the cock, stroking it a few times as she leaned forward. Her lips returned the favor by kissing his stomach now.

“Are you ready?” she asked while gazing up at him. She flattened a palm on the mattress beside him. The head of the cock teased the hole it would've longed to be in if it had feeling.

Jack nodded with more enthusiasm than he planned. “Yes.” He twisted his grip up in the sheets.

Rin eased the tip and an inch or so of the shaft inside of Jack. He inhaled the entire length until she was as far as SHE was comfortable going. Her small hand covered his large one so their fingers could intertwine.

“Go on,” Jack encouraged. And she started to let her hips roll.

He exhaled and cried out in pleasure when Rin’s hips touched his. They didn't quite collide; she wasn't ready to go faster than she was. She let the sensation from before pour out between them. A phantom erection buried to the hilt in her cunt while she did the same to Jack. Her body undulated with a steady rhythm.

“Oi.. Bird..” Jack struggled between moans to find the words. Rin kept crashing into him, hitting a spot Roland had only just shown him existed a few days prior.

She pushed up on her arms as she had seen Jack do what felt a hundred times. Rin was lost in what it was like to share a first time. To be in that secret place that was warm and tight and wanting. She looked into his eyes before kissing his cheeks.

“Is it too much?” her hips gyrating but slower now. The imitation cock slid almost out, but she thrust it back in with a terrible slowness.

"Overstimulated is all. I'm alright."

Rin settled so that Jack's twitching erection throbbed against her stomach and the base of her tits. To the medium, his own cock was lost far in her. Pounding into her until he hit that spot perfectly. Trial and error all these years with fingers and tongue and appendages to make her cum. To elicit that constriction and rush of fluid when she mewled and came.

“Go harder,” Jack pleaded. So she did. “Faster!” She agreed. There was a slight resistance until their bodies picked up friction. “Like that! Please! Keep going!” he begged her desperately.

It wasn't long, with Rin plowing away at her partner, before he exploded. On her. On himself. That warm stickiness she ignored while crawling astride Jack to finish herself off by furiously fucking him. Her thighs clamped tight to his thin hips.

Jack massaged Rin’s tits and tweaked a nipple. He knew that would push her over the edge. Cause her to cum twice as hard. Which she did and rode him through her own melodic orgasms.

Rin collapsed on the bed beside Jack, her mouth lingered with his. Their tongues danced before she settled in for a cuddle. Her face nuzzled the nape of his neck before she sighed.

“That was perfect, darling. Thank you.” Jack kissed her forehead. “Do you want me to buzz Rolo? Fancy a go-round with him too?”

Rin covered her face and cried with a frustrated playfulness, “I CREATED MONSTERS!”

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The Threesomers

(Jack x Rin x Roland)

Word Count- 4600

Warnings- language, oral sex (m/f receiving), masturbation (m/f), penetrative sex (anal and vaginal), slight alcohol use, use of special abilities (empathic, telepathic, symphokinesis)

A/N- Jack and Rin had everything they could want, especially in each other. A surprise visit from Roland shows them that's not exactly the case. Original Robert GIFs by @vousnavezrienvu new one by @neuroticpuppy love of my life

Rin was giggling as she linked arms with Jack and Roland as they headed back to the cottage. There was a feeling in the air that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

One that emanated from both men equally. That caused her to continuously lock her lips with Jack’s. To dip her tongue far in his mouth while he emitted noises of shock. Roland was left to tap out a nervous rhythm on his pint glass.

Then, as she remembered he was there, Rin would face forward with a secret smile. Jack, distracted by pleasurable discomfort, wouldn't notice as she had reached into Roland’s lap. Her small hand surreptitiously squeezed his cock until it hardened. Her boyfriend was sitting right there, oblivious.

Now she drowned out their banter as they fumbled along the cobblestones. Jack's hand pinched Rin’s ass and she squealed. The atmosphere felt topsy-turvy just to spite Roland’s sullen demeanor. He remained cryptic over his break up with Keevy, citing creative differences.

“That's because she makes music, mate. You just fuck about like you’re wanking a radio antenna. I want to Gaelic folk songs mashed in with glam rock. Not some bloke dressed like a funeral director making a racket that sounds like murdering a baby.”

Jack took the piss most of the night. Including now. The tequila emboldened him. Made him relentless in his pursuit. Roland was, to put it mildly, vexed. It wafted from him. Rin felt the steady growing timpani drums that lined his blood as it boiled.

“Says the homeless schizophrenic who pretends to speak with the dead and terrorizes families at their loved ones' gravesites.”

The air grew thick just then. Jack clenched his jaw and squeezed a handful of Rin. She grimaced. His only response was to yank her away from the other man and to give Roland a wide berth. He started to speed up while yanking his girlfriend along.

Rin was overwhelmed with embarrassment coming from both men. That flirtation in the pub. Her sexual urges were inclinations that she siphoned right from Jack into Roland and vice versa. Under the weird jealousy (from the medium more than the musician), was desire. A confused one, but there all the same, from her partner and best mate.

Jack spun around to face Roland.

“You made decisions for a woman you barely knew and THEN insisted that you loved her after MAYBE about a week together in THREE years. Like what the fuck, mate? You put a woman in a situation where she says no and is ungrateful or says yes and she's stuck with you.”

“JACK!!” Rin cried in shock.

“Aint ye the one who took advantage of a woman in a clear manic state post suicide attempt!?”

Jack stepped to Roland. His fists balled his sides. Rin didn't think either of them could fight. Even knew how. She stifled a laugh at the image of gangly limbs and thin bodies rolling on the ground. Then she flushed as that fight turned into something more in her mind.

The Irishman started yelling. A feat Rin never knew him capable of. His anger was often quiet and simmering. But whatever was going on was being filtered through their common ground. The empathic woman they both loved.

Roland persisted, “THEN YE SHAGGED HER AND CONVENIENTLY PRETENDED YE COULDN'T REMEMBER HER!! WHO COULD FORGET WREN?! I'VE FECKIN TRIED!!”

“ROLAND!”

“You're an insufferable cunt,” Jack seethed.

To Rin’s surprise Roland unfurled. His shoulders sagged. He pushed the heels of his palms into his temples.

“The music inside my head that ye play is so sad. It has this weird,” he waved his arms around, “fake happy harmony. That makes ye a selfish bastard. You've got a home and a family and love. That's it mate love. How can ye take advantage of it? That's all I want is someone to lo-”

Roland’s words were cut off by Jack all but smashing his mouth into the musician’s. He had the Irishman by the lapel of his leather coat while the kiss deepened.

Roland’s hands searched for anything to do so they settled on Jack's hips. One found its way to the back of the medium’s head. Then their mouths parted leaving the men to stare at each other on the poorly lit path.

Rin let out a strangled sound of both desire and envy. She longed to be between the two men. All hands and mouths and tongues and bodies sharing each other. So a thought came to mind.

“Boys,” she took each man by the hand. She plugged herself back into their lascivious feelings. “Let's play a game.”

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“What do ye mean you've never danced with anyone?” Roland looked at Jack, incredulous.

Jack sat on the couch with Rin at his feet. She was, for a lack of anything else to do, painting the fingernails on his right hand. She had all but given up on the threesome she had proposed when they came home.

There had been more kissing, but Jack let his nerves take over. He wasn't quite as eager with Roland as he had Rin back when he was new to her. Both the musician and the empath knew it was because Jack was just awakening to it. The feelings he might have for another man, other men in general. This was literally his first experience.

Roland could tell as easily as Rin that Jack enjoyed it. Not only physically by the stiffening in his jeans, but the music around him became lighter. Roland had taken that to match the music coming from the radio they had found inspecting the living room. Their kisses followed suit: soft and sweet.

Now as they sat opposite ends of the couch, Rin literally had him in her hands. She sent tendrils of calm from herself into Jack. Reassurance that it was alright. The knowledge that Roland had done this before with other men. That her partner could be sexually attracted to more than just her gender.

“Nothing ever comes up when I'm called for dancing with Birdie,” Jack's moniker for Rin. “We aren't exactly crawling with wedding invites, Rolo.”

Roland stood up and held his hand out to Jack, “Right on then; I'm an expert.”

Jack’s shoulders had relaxed but his fuzzy eyebrows were now lost in his bangs. “Whot? Dance with you? Don't you reckon we’ll look like two scarecrows?” There was a smile in his question though, and he took the proffered hand.

Roland pulled Jack off the couch and into his arms. “Of course it won't exactly be like dancing with Wren, but we’ll make due. Yeah?”

The music changed to Regina Spektor while the men figured out positioning. There was nervous giggling, a sound that was like a shot to Rin’s veins. Better than any street drug or anti-psychotic she had been prescribed by shrinks who believed she was broken. That Jack was broken. Roland could easily hide his gift, to funnel it into a career or teaching.

“It's musical empathy and kinesis,” he answered before Jack had a moment to ask. They had settled with their hands on each other's waists. The music bending into something with a steadier beat.

“How does it work?” Jack allowed Roland to sway them both back and forth. Their hips found a rhythm with ease.

“I hear music in everyt’ing. Every living t’ing has a melody. I can use music like Wren can manipulate emotions. I also give it to other people.” Roland’s voice trailed off as he pressed his forehead to Jack's, “Can we kiss again?”

Rin was overwhelmed as she watched the two of them. Her heart raced whole she saw their tongues dart back and forth. She felt a pulse take up between her legs. It was like she couldn't control herself as she began to create a friction against the cotton of her panties while the two men switched to more of a grind than a sway.

Roland grabbed Jack's ass so that he was forced to feel the erection he had created beneath the Irishman’s pants. A moan escaped Jack before he did likewise to the other man. Their kisses grew more aggressive with tongues that delved as far as they could.

Rin fingered herself now. She matched the zeal of their mouths. She let out a loud gasp mixed with a squeak that startled the men. Men who forgot she was there who now watched as she masturbated with her head back. Lost in herself now more than them.

“Care t’ join us, love?” Roland asked. His voice was thick.

Rin opened her eyes and flushed while she got to her feet. Joining them, the woman opted for standing behind Jack. She remained silent as she reached around to lift his shirt up. Jack raised his arms so she could remove it completely.

Then she ran her hands down Jack's raised arms and over his sides to his lower half. She undid the button on his jeans and unzipped him. Rin tugged them and his boxers to the ground so that he was naked.

Jack's breathing grew heavier and more ragged. He had no way of hiding his erection now as it twitched and came alive in Rin’s small hand.

Roland’s gaze lowered so he could watch as she let her grip lazily pass up and down the shaft of Jack's cock. He bit his lip and shifted on his feet as Jack reached around to hold on to his girlfriend. His head hung back like hers had been while she touched herself.

She stopped and took his hand in her own. Together, they repeated what Rin had done to Jack but with Roland’s clothes this time. Except she let her boyfriend do most of the undressing. Let him take off Roland’s shirt. Rin undid Roland’s pants, but Jack removed them and his underwear.

Only Rin remained clothed as she pushed herself in the space that had opened. She took each of them by the cock and started her strokes once more. Her fingers tightened around their erections equally. Rin twisted down the length to their balls where she squeezed and moved back to the heads. Her thumbs both pass circles around their foreskin and the slits underneath.

Jack and Roland shuddered and groaned. Above Rin, who continued to knead them nimbly, they began to kiss again. Moans of pleasure passed between them as their hips bucked under her hands. The friction she created became unbearable in the most delicious way.

The young woman felt her cunt grow slick over the sounds the men were making. The power she felt with a cock in each hand. The way she poured a bit of herself into Jack and Roland. Then each one into the other. Like mixing drinks or candy from the pick n mix. They were Whiskey and rum and tequila. Perhaps wine gums and Maltesers and fairy floss.

It had been so long since Rin had felt Jack overtaken by insatiable hunger. It wasn't that he didn't crave her sexually, he had found a way to keep it at bay. This was new. A part of himself that had been deprived through no one's fault.

Rin was growing bored of no honest inclusion. She let go of the men and turned her back to Roland. Her warm lips found Jack's chest and stomach. Soft pink tongue carved a path in the indentation from his navel up to his sternum. Rin let it flick at one of his nipples before she bit it. Her grip on Jack's shoulders to push him to his knees.

Jack gazed up at Rin while she stepped out of her panties. His large hand around her thigh got lost under her dress. His fingers explored deep inside her walls. Pumped in and out a few times while making a hook. Jack's middle finger probed Rin’s clit in fluid circles. It went unspoken how pleased he was with her wetness.

Roland meanwhile was slowly unzipping Rin’s dress. The sensation of his light touch on her bare skin up the course he had just followed down. He kissed her shoulders and her neck while she reached out for Jack's head to hold.

The Englishman pumped away at her as the Irishman massaged her breasts. His calloused fingers took in handfuls; tugged at Rin’s nipples until they hardened like his cock in her back. She leaned into Roland now that his thumbs began to trace wildly over her nipples. His motions matched the way Jack attacked that bud of nerves just inside the hood of her cunt.

Almost as quickly as they began, they stopped. Roland looked down at his friend and her partner on his knees. “Jack. Why not have a lie down? You take care of Little Bird,” Roland turned her face towards him so he could kiss her briefly, “let her sit on your face?”

The musician clipped Rin lightly on the chin. She smirked. Both she and Roland glared at Jack in such a way either indicating a desire to kill or fuck. Roland reached to palm Rin’s cunt with his hand, eyes never left Jack's who was biting his lip at the two of them.

“Roland will suck your cock,” Rin promised. A girlish grin came to her face as she bit the tip of her manicured nail. “It'll be fun.”

Jack obeyed without hesitation. He laid down on the shag carpeting. His cock at full attention; he was eager. He was filled more with the anticipation you get at the top of a roller coaster. He trusted Rin, loved her unconditionally. He couldn't believe it, but Jack trusted Roland too.

“You alright, love?” the empath asked.

Jack nodded enthusiastically, “Buzzin’.” They both laughed.

Rin was kneeling beside her boyfriend. She let her lips mingle with his. Their tongues danced ever so slightly before she crawled over Jack's face. Her fingers gripped his head again and pulled it upwards.

Instinct took over and Jack's tongue ran along Rin’s slit. He lapped at her a dozen times: long strokes and then small ones over her clit. She started to rock her hips into his face. Her grasp tighter as Jack's tongue worked deftly. He created a vacuum on the outside then dove his tongue further inside than ever before. A back and forth began that switched from sucking on Rin’s cunt and her clit.

Roland took to straddling Jack's shins so he could lower himself forward. His mouth found the medium’s stomach. He let his tongue trail along Jack's skin that quivered each time Roland exhaled. The man under him breathed in and held it when the musician finally licked the head of his cock.

Jack’s reflexes took over. He held on to Rin’s hips helping. His own body lifted off the floor. Roland allowed for the entirety of the cock to hit the back of his throat. He sucked hard as he raised his head back to release the shaft. Switching to take long licks along the length. Then he made swift little swirls around the tip.

There was a dance the two men found themselves in. Rin had a fleeting thought that she wasn't doing enough. That she could take turns between her touch and Roland’s mouth. Which was absurd to think as she felt herself begin to orgasm. She did well to not tighten her thighs around Jack as a reaction to the pleasing convulsion that started to course through her.

Just as Rin was about to cum completely, Jack's mouth stopped. He pushed her back from his face so that she was situated on his chest. He sat up and interrupted Roland as well. He knew, knew if the Irishman kept going he would explode too soon in his mouth.

“What's wrong?” Roland was confused. “Was it too much? You alright, love?” He used the same affection with both his friend and her partner.

“Our little bird is feeling a bit left out.”

“Crikey, left out? Any further north in her twat ye could've seen Scotland.” Roland winked.

“Steady on, Music Man. I mean left out from being with you.”

Jack sat up so that Rin was again positioned between the two men. Roland took to showering her shoulders with kisses. His facial hair tickled her skin until goose pimples raised up along her arms.

The medium followed suit with Rin’s breasts. His lips treated each nipple like her clit. Teeth teased them erect as his tongue went ‘round them at a dizzying speed.

“Fuck!” Rin cried out. Her one arm embraced Jack as she hooked her other backwards around Roland. Her small fingers caught in his curls.

“Would you be alright shaggin me a little. Just to the edge like I did you? Then you want to give Roland a go?”

Jack searched Rin’s eyes. She nodded with enthusiasm. “But are you sure? About Rol and me? You’re not gonna go all weird after?”

She held Jack's cock and taunted him with her slit. Her pelvis rolled painfully slow until he was fully inside of her. Rin started to grind back on Jack.

“You can fuck me too, Jax,” Roland had Rin by the waist to guide her motions.

He pulled her back so that he knew Jack was buried into her up to the hilt. Then forward and back. Now the rhythm, the dance, was the two of them. But Jack joined in by lacing his fingers with Roland's so the two of them could manipulate Rin’s body with total control.

The empath cried out as the men built a friction between her cunt and Jack's cock. His body shook, but his eyes never left hers or Roland’s.

Roland, who kissed her while Jack watched. Their fingers still linked with one hand as Roland’s other found its way around Jack's neck so that he could be pulled into a kiss as well. The three alternating tongues between them. Jack's body bucked wildly; Rin knew he was at that proverbial edge.

“Fuck me,” she exhaled in Roland’s mouth. Her neck craned at weird angles like her body to accommodate each man’s mouth.

“Go on then,” Jack instructed, “fuck her.”

Rin was bewitched by the smell of sex and the taste of herself on Jack's lips and the tribal bass of whatever Roland projected into the air around them. She was drunk on the heightened emotions as she arranged herself on all fours in front of her friend.

Roland knelt behind Rin with his cock in hand. The his free hand firm on the curve of her body. He teased her cunt with the tip as if it was his finger. Felt her grow even more wet under his touch as he lost himself inch by inch. He twisted his fingers cautiously in Rin’s hair before plowing into her. All the while Jack underneath sat back on his elbows to observe.

Rin let Roland bang her. He always loved control. Not in the dominant way. In the Type A personality way. She let him do that now, control her. Ram against her ass with his pelvis. Release all that frustration he had giving himself up for Keevey. The compromise he made to do what she wanted which triggered his self preservation. He was fucking that pain away.

She was an instrument for him to play. Aggressively so as he slammed into her with the same fury he played that stupid theremin. His grip an inch thick in the fat that cushioned her. His cock slid in and out of her with ease the way his fingers flew up and down the antenna. Fluid. Without hesitation.

Jack was in awe. His own cock remained stiff while he studied the way Roland rutted like a wild animal. Rin’s breasts as they swayed back and forth. Her teeth biting her bottom lip so hard it might bleed as she panted and cried out. The way she struggled to remain upright.

Jack was fascinated by it all. He absently reached down and yanked on his erection while watching the concentration on that Irish face. The twisted rapture on that feminine Welsh one. Their bodies made an audible slapping sound over the music. The Englishman’s wanking joined that chorus.

It wasn't very long. The theremin player was so boisterous Rin knew it would happen soon. That she would make herself cum knowing what Jack and Roland longed to do. Her cunt ached at the thought. Between Roland’s sudden explosion inside of her as he growled with satisfaction and the picture she created of the two of them in her mind.

Rin removed herself from the situation and climbed, drunk on overstimulation, to her feet.

“Why don't you lot snog a little? I’m just gonna pop off and get us a wonderful potion my beautiful broken man will need. I've got some tucked away for special occasions!” Rin giggled and stumbled towards the stairs.

“What?” Jack laughed.

“She means lube,” Roland informed him.

He cupped Jack's face and kissed him. Their tongues lingered together long enough for one to nip at the other’s. An eagerness started inside of the medium. One to learn and please as he remembered that first time with Rin.

Jack laid Roland back on the carpet and crawled on top of him. Their mouths never break as their tongues continue their strange tango. Uncertain what to do as he now let his tongue glide down over the Irishman’s neck, Jack reached for this cock.

Roland had been flaccid, still recovering from getting off with Rin. Now he shuddered and came to life in Jack's hand as his collarbone became showered with kisses. He exhaled a heavy moan when that hand rubbed quickly over his shaft. There was nothing for Jack to learn with Roland. A cock was a cock.

Rin came back in time to see the men on the floor. Jack settled between Roland’s legs that were bent at the knee. His hand expertly jerks off the musician whose hands were splayed across Jack's back.

That hot mouth and soft lips Rin knew well were moving down towards Roland’s stomach. She sat down beside them just as Jack swiped his tongue now over the head of the cock in his hands.

He was testing the waters. Rin was sending him images, feelings from each time she gave him head. From her view so he could mimic her. Jack lapped at Roland’s erection like he had Rin’s cunt, which swelled yet again as she bent to kiss her friend. Her tongue and Jack's worked in unison.

Roland started to spasm, his hips had a mind of their own as they reacted to Jack taking more of his cock in.

“Jack,” Rin said, full of love and lust, “love he's gonna cum. Are you ready for that?”

Jack looked up at her and shook his head. He raised up on his arms so he could kiss Rin. Then he looked down at Roland, “You’ll both have to show me how to do this.”

Rin opened the little tube she held and requested Jack give her his fingers. She added some of the jelly to them and gestured at Roland. “You’ll have to get him ready like you do me. Think of it like fingering a twat only..”

“Tighter,” Roland finished for her. He bent his legs in a sort of frog position. Rin was impressed by his flexibility.

“That's debatable,” she teased. “Go on love, one finger and then the other.” Rin laid down and propped up on her elbow.

Jack reached to find the hole. Roland gasped but happily not out of shock as Jack slid his finger inside. In and out a few times, hypnotized by how quickly he treated it like Rin’s body. It wasn't much different he thought to himself as he added the second finger.

He pumped his fingers at a constant tempo. Further each time with Roland encouraging him. Jack went quicker, deeper as he locked eyes with Rin. There was a fire in her he hadn't seen that spurned him on.

“A bit more,” Roland groaned.

Jack obeyed and watched as the Irishman shivered and contorted like Rin when he managed her GSpot. Was this it? Men had one too? No wonder they liked getting fucked here. Why would women?

“Now lube your cock, and do the same.” Rin found a way to kiss Jack. Then Roland. Her own fingers followed along with her boyfriend’s as she played with her clit.

Jack sat up on his knees and took a generous handful from the bottle. Rin smirked beside Roland who could only bite his lip and stare at Jack's cock as he stroked it harder. He pushed down on Roland’s knee so that he was spread further apart. The young woman flicked at herself faster, her fingers getting lost inside of herself.

“Steady on, sweetheart.” Roland could only moan and anchor himself on the medium’s thin hips.

Jack started to deliberately thrust his shaft inch by inch inside of Roland. Rin was right, it was tighter. But that didn't stop Roland from encouraging Jack to go further. He was alright. More than alright he cried out.

“To the hilt, Jack,” he whinged.

So he complied. His hands under Roland’s ass to lift it upwards as he dove in. Jack's pelvis met Roland’s body and he rolled his hips so that he was nearly out of the other man. Then slowly inside of him one more.

The medium was gentle. Soft and careful like he had been with Rin, or so he thought. Well, at first. Until Roland took to begging him to fuck harder. Faster. So Jack pumped at him until their bodies made that symphonic sound of bone and skin and cock and ass.

Rin fucked herself harder. Her fingers worked her clit at the same wavelength as Jack fucked Roland. She knew it was happening for all of them. Her back arched off the carpet and her cunt contracted around her fingers.

“FUCK!” she squealed.

That white hot volcanic explosion tore through her and Jack and Roland. The three of them connected in an endless cyclical orgasm. Rin sent out those tendrils, the filaments of experience so that the men she loved knew what it was like to cum as a woman.

The same, as whatever song crescendoed in their heads, for Rin. That salty liquid that spilled from her men, her Irishman and Englishman, felt like it was pouring from her walls too.

“Blimey, Aderyn!” Roland laughed as Jack collapsed on top of him. He scooped both of them up in his arms and held them to his chest. A kiss on each of their foreheads before nuzzling his own into Jack's.

Rin and Jack shared breathless little kisses. They locked fingers, and he lifted her small hand to brush his lips across the back of it. The light reflected something shiny and gold.

“Birdie, where’d ya get that ring?”

Rin held her hand up and flexed her manicured fingers. “Isn't it DIVINE?! I found it on the floor in our things. I think someone left it here, but we can ask Mrs Barrow. It's such a lovely little diamond at the center of this gold flower.”

“It's not too small?” Jack propped up on his elbow.

“No! Look at the two hearts beside the beautiful daisy. Whoever it was loved this ring and his partner very much.”

Roland had the biggest grin on his face, “Go on then Jax. Do it proper. One knee and all.”

“Jack?”

“I had a question to ask."

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