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heartless-tate · 1 month

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Lovers | Feysand X Freader

A/n; based off this request! Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy! warnings; smut, lil bit of angst?, threesome, p in v, v in ur mouth 😍😍, cussing? Message me if I missed anything guys! Happy reading!

It had been 2 weeks since the night. You had stayed holed up in your apartment. You were embarrassed- or no ashamed? Confused? And bewildered by what had happened. Rhysand had invited you to Rita’s with the inner circle. You had went- enjoyed the night. And then it was time to leave. Everyone went their separate ways, except you. So you ended up on the couch beside Feyre and Rhys, drinking the tea she had made you.

“Thank you Feyre.” You whispered, grasping the hot tea she had made you. She smiled and nodded, keen eyes watching as you sipped on it. She sat down beside you again, closer this time, leaving you almost sandwiched between her and Rhys. You all sat in comfortable silence as you finished your tea. You hadn’t been drinking that night, as you didn’t feel like it. The drink was warm in your body. It relaxed you. You almost didn’t notice Rhysand’s wing brushing closer to your skin. You decided he hadn’t done it on purpose and ignored it. Until you turned your head to Feyre, and her lips were smashing against yours. She was kissing you. Her lips tasted of cherries. She chopped your face gently but firm. What was happening? You waited for Rhys to freak out but before you knew it, you felt his hand on your waist and thighs, his lips meeting your neck. Oh gods. What was happening?

And why did it feel so good? You melted into the kiss before jerking back, gasping for air. They both pulled back. Their eyes were glued to you. Your face was flushed slightly.

“Are you okay with this?” Rhysand purred behind you. You didn’t have time to think before you were nodding.

“Yeah.”

The night was magical. They certainly worked as a pair to make you cum more then once. And by the end of the night, hours later, you laid in their arms. And then in the morning you went home before they woke. You had no words. What were you suppose to say? You had shown them your most vulnerable side. Naked and pleading for them-

And now you didn’t know where any of you stood. You sighed internally. They probably were just trying something new and you were the easiest option. Easy. Easy.? Yeah. That was it. It was a one time fuck. You were just Feyre’s friend and Rhysand’s worker. Nothing more.

That thought shouldn’t of hurt, but it did. You weren’t anything. The urge to dissociate and never speak to them grew stronger. Run away and hide- but you could never escape from two beings so strong. Or would they even care if you left? They had eachother. They didn’t need you. You were a quick fuck.

A knock sounded on your door, distracting you from your thoughts. Who was here? You slowly slid from the bath, the water cold now. You threw on a shirt and made your way to the door. Cassian stood there.

“Hey!” He chirped loudly. His wings were flared slightly. He made note of your appearance. You seemed tired. And stressed.

“Hey Cas?” You said, raising an eyebrow. You leaned against the door frame. Why was he here?

“You haven’t been around in awhile! We were getting worried. You sick or something?” He pried. His eyes scanned your apartment behind you. It was a bit of a mess.

“Oh..yeah. Just haven’t been feeling well I guess.” You lied, knowing he would report back to Rhysand immediately. What we’re you suppose to say? ‘Oh I’m just sad and depressed because I fucked your high lord and high lady!’ Definitely not.

Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed. You did look sick. Your scent was weird too. Whatever you were, it wasn’t happy and healthy. “Have you seen a doctor?” He asked.

“No? I’m fine.” You said, wanting him to leave. He bristled slightly.

“Y/n-“

“I’m fine.” You growled. He sighed. He nodded.

“Okay.” And then he was gone. You felt bad, but you didn’t want to be around anyone right now.

Not even an hour passed before banging at your door started. What the fuck? You quickly approached the door and slammed it open. Before you could get any words out, hands were on your face, inspecting you. Rhysand.

“You’re sick.” He stated. he brushed your hair from your face, holding a hand to your forehead. Cassian snitched. The little fucker. You pulled away harshly, taking a step back.

“I’m fine.” You said for what felt like the millionth time today. He stepped forward with you, eyes narrowed. They searched over you, looking for injuries. He looked back to you. He sniffed the air.

“You smell weird.” He commented. You rolled your eyes.

“Wow thanks.” You said sarcastically. You turned around and walked back into your apartment hoping he’d get the hint and leave. He followed you in. He looked around the apartment.

“Maybe it’s this shithole. The air is musty around here, you should come live in one of our houses.” He purred with a smirk.

“No.”

His smirk dropped. He approached where you stood in the kitchen, his wings crowding the space as he stood behind you. He observed your cooking. “Cauldron. Being sick makes you cranky.” He teased. “If you were sick you should’ve told me. You could’ve come and let me and Feyre care for you.”

You tensed. What was he playing? You focused on the pot of your favorite comfort food. You stepped closer to the stove rather then being near him.

“I’m not sick.” You mumbled, wanting him to leave.

“Hm? Then why do you smell rotten?”

You flinched at his words. You turned around facing him. He was so tall. “Unless you came here for something else other then insulting me with every sentence, I suggest you leave.” You threatened. His eyes widened. His wings spread.

“You’re coming with me.” He declared suddenly. It was your turn to be shocked. “I suggest you start packing.”

Rhysand didn’t give you a choice, joining you in packing a few of your clothes. Why was he doing this?

You currently sat on a couch. The same couch where feyre ate you out. Where Rhysand fingered you. You shook the nasty thoughts away. Easy. You where just an easy fuck. Nothing more. You reminded yourself. Still- you felt a small growing heat in your body.

Feyre and Rhysand sat in front of you on the opposite couch. This was awkward.

“You have two options.” Feyre started.

“You can tell us what’s wrong and why you haven’t gone to a doctor, or you can let us call Madja.” Rhysand finished.

You groaned out loud. “For the last time! I’m fine. I’m not sick.”

Feyre opened her mouth to point out your scent. Rhysand stopped her.

“Then whats wrong?” Rhysand inquired. They both stared at you with big expecting eyes. You definitely weren’t getting out of this.

“I lied. I didn’t want to have to go back to work.” You mumbled. This was humiliating. Feyre quirked a brow. You weren’t the type that was lazy. You always showed up. You were a medicine specialist, and a healer. And also the best poison artist. Everyone in the inner circle loved you so much that you eventually just started being apart of it. And for you not to show up, meant something was wrong. Was it someone? No. You still smelled unhealthy.

“Explain.” Rhysand demanded, adjusting his position.

“I didn’t wanna be around you.” You stated. They both flinched and looked to each other.

“Is this about that night?” Feyre questioned. You stayed silent, not wanting to answer.

“Damnit Rhys I knew we made a mistake not checking in sooner.” Feyre growled quietly. Rhysand sighed, nodding in agreement.

“What?” You asked. What did she mean?

“We’re sorry we didn’t come and check up on you-“ Rhysand started. He sighed again. “I thought it would be best to give you space and let you process things.”

“Process? Process what? It was sex. That was it.” You barked.

Both of their faces dropped. “Just sex..?” Rhysand questioned. Feyre turned back to you. “It wasn’t just sex.” She growled challenging.

The room went silent. Feyre rubbed her temples. Rhysand stood abruptly. You looked up at him as he stepped closer.

“Love. It wasn’t ‘just sex.’ At least, not to us. It was much more. We both have liked, no loved, you for awhile. Ever since you joined the night court. We thought us making love to you made our intentions clear. When you disappeared we assumed you needed space to adjust to having two mates.” Rhysand spoke softly, crouching in front of you.

Oh. Oh. “Mates?!” You whispered. He nodded. Oh mother. Two mates? They were your mates. Your fucking mates. A sense of panic filled your system. They were making love to you and you thought they were just fucking you. Of course you had a small crush on them. Who wouldn’t? But you never saw it going anywhere. But now? Mates. Mates.

You couldn’t help but warm, remembering the night. Remembering had originally made you feel embarrassed. But now? You remembered how gentle and loving they were. The way Rhys pumped himself gently into you, kissing at your neck, with feyre suckling on your swollen clit. Your face heated up at the memory. Talons caressed your mind gently. You quickly shook the thought away, embarrassed at the wet feeling in your panties.

A hand rubbed your knee. Feyre. She was now beside you both. “It’s okay, love. We know it’s a lot to process. But don’t lie about being sick again. It had us worried.” She motioned to your bags beside the couch. Her voice was slightly scolding.

“I..” you paused. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to. Let us in.” Rhysand murmured, two sets of talons gently scratching your mind barriers. You let the barriers down. You felt them both crowding in your mind, searching and going over all your thoughts the pass two weeks. Trying asses how you feel. You felt embarrassed.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of darling.” Feyre **purred in your mind. They looked to each other when they were done.

Rhysand’s hand slowly went higher on your leg. His hand approaching your inner thigh. You squeezed them together instinctively. He smirked.

“You’re not easy. You’re not an experiment. You’re are mate.” He said, loud and clear. Feyre nodded, moving to sit beside you. She brushed your hair behind your ear.

You nodded. “And we can take our time. We don’t have to rush into this. But please, don’t distant yourself away. We’ll wait days to years until your ready to accept our bond.” Feyre whispered.

I want to accept it now. You thought. They both smirked cheekily.

“Words, love.” Rhysand purred, his hands suddenly dipping under your skirt. You felt his fingers brush against your clothed pussy. An embarrassing loud wet noise sounded. His smile grew wider. Feyre snickered.

“I want to-“ you gasped as Feyre’s hands cupped your breast, teasing your nipple slightly. Rhysand took the opportunity to slip your panties aside and trail his fingers through your slick.

“Hm?” Feyre teased.

“I want to accept the bond- now-“ you whispered out, hand clutching at Rhys’s wrist. It did nothing to stop his finger entering your cunt. It was a stretch already. He was big. You only came up to Rhysand’s chest when standing in front of him, and naturally everything on his body was bigger. Feyre ate you out last time to help adjust your body to his cock.

“Good girl.” They said in your mind. The praise triggered a rush of heat to your body again. Feyre’s hands slowly unbuttoned your blouse. She leaned down and licked a stripe in between your breast. Her nails turned to claws as she effortlessly ripped away your bra. Your chest was bare now. Your nipples hardened to the cold air. She leaned down, sucking a nipple into her mouth. You moaned, clenching on Rhysand’s finger. ke knelt between your legs, taking his time in spreading you open. He added another finger.

“She’s so tight.” Rhysand groaned, watching as your cunt clenched down. It was making a lot of noise now. Feyre giggled against your chest, fondling the other.

“And sensitive.” She purred. She flicked your other nipple, causing you to cry out. It hurt, but it felt so good. Rhysand attempted easing another finger in.

“Relax baby, i won’t be able to stuff you full if I can’t get two fingers in.”

You took a deep breath, calming your body. Everything felt so hot. Your breath were coming out in short pants. Feyre moved away, causing you to whine. She giggled again, her claw scraping your head gently. Rhysand’s fingers slowly entered you, pressing against the right spot. A spot you knew your fingers couldn’t even reach. He suddenly jerked away, leaving you empty. You whimpered softly.

He smiled and started removing your skirt and panties. Your panties were soaked. He held on to them a little longer, taking his time in sniffing them lewdly. He set them aside. You were completely bare. They were still clothed. You felt vulnerable and weak around them. And for some reason that made you wetter. You were at their will.

Rhysand’s fingers entered again, setting a much faster pace this time. They pressed into your g-spot everytime they entered. You bit your lip, trying to contain your noises.

Feyre growled warningly, and leaning nipping your cheek. She caught your lips in a rough kiss, hand clasping at your jaw. Her tongue entered your mouth, exploring. It was so stimulating- it was hard to breath but you couldn’t care. Rhysand’s fingers pumping in you, and her tongue in your mouth. Rhysand’s tongue met your clit causing you to gasp. He kitten licked it a few times before pulling back. He was fingering you so aggressively. A third finger went in.

You moaned into Feyre’s mouth as her hand started toying with your breast again. A knot formed in your stomach. They weren’t even touching your clit and yet you were about to cum. Rhysand smirked knowingly. Feyre but your lip, and pulled away. She watched with piercing eyes.

“Look at your pretty pussy baby. It’s so wet. You’re soaking the couch.” She muttered, pulling your chin down to force you to look. Your wetness was all over his hands, practically drowning them. He was watching you. He pumped harder, enjoying the way your cunt squelched with each thrust of his hand. Your thighs clenched together, only his hands stopping them from closing completely. You were so close.

You yelled when his other hand came down against your clit, slapping it roughly. You didn’t have time to process it before you were squirting on his chest. His mouth immediately latched onto you, drinking in your juices greedily. You cried out, squirming, it was too much. Feyre watched with amazement.

“Awe. We have a squirter. You didn’t do that last time, sweetie.” She squealed. Rhysand moaned against your cunt, the vibrations making you whine. He pulled away, petting your inner thigh to soothe you.

“You didn’t have permission to cum yet. You disobeyed. And yet you came just from me slapping your clit. Such a needy slut for us.” He scolded, causing you to look away in embarrassment. You clenched around nothing.

“And she tastes so fucking good.” Rhysand said, swiping his fingers across your cunt before shoving them in Feyre’s mouth. Feyre moaned at the taste, slurping on his fingers loudly. You felt yourself grow wetter at the sight. Rhysand leaned up taking his fingers out and smashing his lips on hers. They made out aggressively, growling and nipping eachother’s lips. You moaned at the sight.

It snapped their attention to you. They broke off the kiss, eyes sliding to your body. Your beautiful body.

“C’mere” Feyre whispered, grabbing you gently and winnowing both you and Rhysand into their room. You landed in the bed. You watched as they undressed quickly, making their way to you. Rhysand approached and dragged you to the edge. He slotted himself in between your legs. His cock was hard and throbbing. It was massive. You wondered how you managed to take it last time. He smiled at your thoughts, petting your thigh softly. Feyre climbed on the bed, straddling your head. Her pussy was glistening and dripping wet.

“Open up darling.” She muttered, lowering herself onto your mouth. You quickly latched on, licking and slurping aggressively against her heat. She tasted so fucking good. Her hips rocked, slowly fucking your face. Her hands found your hair, holding you in place.

Rhysand ran a finger down your lips, watching as you squirmed. He was so hard. Painfully hard. He watched as you desperately slurped on Feyre’s cunt. Like a pathetic little puppy. God. He loved his two lovers so much. He playfully slapped your pussy again, making you whimper against her cunt.

“Shut up. You came without permission, so you don’t get a say in anything else.” Feyre reprimanded, pressing her hips down harder. She watched as you moaned helplessly. Her pussy dripped more juices.

Rhysand rubbed his throbbing tip up and down your slit, lubricating himself. His tongue ran over his lips.

You squeaked when Rhys shoved his long length in, it sliding easily in. It was a tight fit, and heat spread throughout your whole body. It felt like you were on fire. Feyre smirked and continued rutting her pussy on your face, watching as you mouth became a wet mess. She tasted like candy- and fuck it was good. You lapped helplessly on her clit. Rhys’ tip kissed your cervix, pushing. And then he started thrusting. His heavy balls slapped against your ass, creating wet noises.

You couldn’t help your broken moans, suckling on Feyre’s clit, and getting pounded roughly by Rhys. His hand rubbed your thigh, and his other flicked your clit a few times before rubbing it fast. You couldn’t do anything to stop him as you were overcome with an intense amount of pleasure. Feyre grasped your hair tighter, moaning loudly.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” She groaned, watching as you whimpered and licked her desperately. She came in your mouth with a low feminine growl, claws scraping your hair. Her release filled your mouth, and you swallowed it obediently. She moved away, kissing you gently. A sharp contrast from her fucking your face. Rhysand pinched your clit, slamming his cock deeper into you. A familiar knot formed in your stomach, making you moan. His hand moved from your thigh, rising to your stomach where he bulged. He was so deep. He pressed onto it roughly, watching as your back arched.“Stupid slut- you enjoy this so much don’t you? Getting fucked by your two mates. Look how deep I am. Gonna fill this tight little cunt up.” Rhysand stuttered out, his moans filling the room. Feyre moved, letting you see the bulge in your stomach that formed with every thrust up. Holy fuck. His other hand started roughly rubbing your clit.

“No-“ you whined out. It was too much. “Can’t!” Rhysand leaned forward, knocking you in a mating press. His hips snapped roughly into yours. He gently kissed you and leaned over to kiss feyre, ignoring your cries. He only went faster, not listening. He pulled away from Feyre. “Rhys- please-“ You screamed. And then the knot snapped, your body shaking vigorously as you came on his dick.

And he didn’t stop. His hips snapped aggressively, heavy balls full of cum. He snickered as you tried squirming away.

“Where you goin’ baby? Not done yet- gonna stuff this pussy full of cum. You want that right?” He purred, lifting your legs on his shoulders. He gently kissed your ankle. Feyre leaned and started biting and nipping your chest. It was too much.

“Y-yes!” You yelled, feeling dumb fucked. His cock dragged along your walls, aggressively hitting the spot that made your toes curl. Your moans came out in broken chants of their names, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Oh cauldron- gonna cum.” He whimpered out, flicking your clit wildly. His cock slammed in one more time, stilling and releasing ropes of hot cum. The feeling brought you to your next release.

The room filled with pants and the smell of sex. Feyre’s hand gently rubbed your stomach, soothing you. She released your nipple and grinned happily. She brushed back a piece of sweaty hair.

“So cute..” she praised. She kissed your cheek. Rhysand slowly pulled out. He patted your thigh gently.

“Did so good baby.” He praised too. Everything was hazy, and spinning. You were blissed out. He smiled and tapped your face a few times.

“You with us?” He muttered. You nodded. He leaned back and slid a finger in your cunt, causing you to gasp. He pulled it out, stringing your juices and his cum. He smirked and licked it off of his finger.

“Ready?” Feyre asked.

“What?” You questioned.

“Oh cmon on. You didn’t seriously think we were done with our little cum dump yet did you?” She laughed. Rhysand grabbed your hips, flipped you around and pulled your ass high in the air. He leaned down and licked a stripe up your cunt.

“No. We’re far from done.” Your mate whispered, diving in.

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neon-junkie · 3 months

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After Dark - Chpt.1

Summary: Tucked away in a lower level of Coruscant, Crosshair finds himself in a bar that he frequents - not for the drinks, nor the music, but for one woman, and one woman alone.

After months of silent encounters and flirtatious glances, Crosshair finally plucks up the courage to approach her.

Hopefully, she reciprocates his admiration.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!Reader

Rating: SFW (but will end NSFW)

Word count: 2k

Tags: Slow burn, Multi-chapter, Strangers to lovers, Flirting, Drinking, Dates.

Notes: Inspired by After Dark by Mr. Kitty - a favourite song of mine that reminds me of Crosshair.

I've been slowly working on this for a few months, and I figured I should at least post the first chapter lol. Curse depression for killing my motivation to write :(

She's here. Again.

That girl at the bar, sitting alongside her friends, chatting away in between the soft glances in his direction.

Crosshair's local watering hole, sometimes accompanied by his brothers, is a dingy dive bar near the lower levels of Coruscant. It's no 79's, far from it. Fuck that place, with its thumping music, overprices drinks, and hoards of regular clones. The Batch prefer to drink somewhere quieter - Crosshair prefers to drink somewhere quieter.

He's alone tonight, dressed in a crisp shirt and pressed pants, looking far too tasteful for a man who is simply out for a few drinks by himself. He's always been a fan of his own company, secluded in his usual little corner, a half-empty glass of bourbon sitting on his table. Within a couple of minutes, he'll finish the last swigs, and order yet another.

Crosshair never drinks heavily, a handful of doubles, and then he's gone. He'll stay in this bar for, what? An hour? Two at the most? He just needs some quiet time to himself, an escape from the rush of war and destruction, but coming to this particular bar wasn't his choice.

Back when the Batch were first deployed, and they returned to Coruscant after their first successful missions, they celebrated by going out on a bar crawl. Wrecker's idea, and seeing as they were still young and dumb(er), they all agreed to it.

One thing led to another, and they stumbled upon this place by chance. It's quiet, with soft music playing faintly through the speakers, a range of guests who keep to themselves, and shitty decor that was in dire need of a refurbishment a hundred years ago. But most importantly - they serve clones.

The Batch were only meant to have one drink here, one and done, then onto the next bar! Until a group of ladies entered the venue, a particular one catching the Sniper's eye.

Crosshair has never been one to ogle, stare, fantasize, or even crush on another being. Romance is… phah! Not his thing, Wrecker's maybe, and Hunter's for sure. But Crosshair? What's the point? Wasting your time, credits, and emotions on someone who will string you along for a few months, and then dump you out of the blue. Crosshair's cynical mindset has kept him far from ever obtaining a love life.

Everything clicked into place when he saw you, a revealing dress hugging at your body, heels that were clearly new from their lack of scuff marks, pristine hair and makeup, and a cute little clutch bag hung over your shoulder. Yeah, his admiration was noticeable, as his brothers caught wind of it within an instant, and to this day, Crosshair has never lived it down.

Yet, despite all his years of training, and the woes that he had already faced, he couldn't pluck up the courage to simply… walk over to you, and say hi.

Maker, no. An elite Trooper such as himself doesn't have a lick of courage when it comes to intimacy. Or rather, he didn't. Such a thing has grown over the months that Crosshair has spent returning to this establishment, either by himself, or with one of his brothers. Never the whole pack at once, though, as they'd definitely do something to embarrass him in front of you.

But tonight's the night. Crosshair has promised himself that. Even if (when) you reject him, it'll be worth it. He tried, and he can cross 'love' off his list of things to do, and move onto the next thing.

Although, Crosshair is hopeful. He's met your gaze one too many times, flirty glances from across the room, your girls giving you the odd nudge and wink whenever they notice that Crosshair is looking your way. The void in Crosshair's chest burns with admiration after each and every minor encounter, and the butterflies in your stomach dance and flutter just the same way. Such a pleasant feeling for two people who have never spoken a word to each other.

Your girls, like his brothers, are just as eager to get you two finally talking. This must be part of one big plan, as they inform you that they're going out for a smoke, leaving you to continue sitting at the bar, watching their drinks for them.

Just as luck would have it, Crosshair finishes the last of his bourbon, the liquid courage pumping through his veins. He rises to his feet before his brain can really process what's about to happen, and as he approaches the bar, all he does is rest his hands atop the counter as he waits to be served.

He's standing right beside you, yet you're facing forward. If only you'd tilt your head to the right, and look up a little, you'd finally make close contact with the man who's been clouding your thoughts every night. Finally, you do it, looking at him, only for your words to fall flat.

Crosshair flops worse than you do, almost letting out a squeak from his cracking voice. He's nervous, but he puts in an attempt to mask that daunting emotion. "Hey," Crosshair finally settles. No cheesy pickup line, no textbook flirting, just a simple greeting in hopes that you'll at least welcome him into a conversation.

"Hey," you greet in return, matching (or attempting to match) his content demeanour. Crosshair practically shivers at your voice, smoother than any velvet that he's ever felt. And now that he's up-close, he can already feel himself getting lost within your eyes, warm pools welcoming him in, a sight that he wishes to wake up to every morning.

'Get a grip!' Crosshair reminds himself, and plays his second card. "Would you care for a drink?" he offers. It's a little stereotypical, but it makes his intentions clear.

"Only if you let me buy the next round."

Ah! Your tone, the soft sprinkle of sass. Such wit and charm, and you've only said ten words. Crosshair prays that he's met his match, someone just as dry and cynical as himself.

"It's a deal, Miss…?" Crosshair's words trail off, but his question is quickly answered as you give him your name. He nods, repeating it with grace, and then gives his own. "I'm Crosshair."

"That would explain the tattoo," you point out. Crosshair often forgets about it, the stick and poke tattoo right across his face. He wonders if you like it.

"It's my area of speciality," Crosshair explains with a light shrug. "I'm a sharpshooter for the Republic."

"A clone?" you question, and Crosshair has to bite back at hissing at the word. Ugh, don't remind him!

"To some degree," he shrugs once more, then focuses his attention to giving the bartender his order, swiftly followed up by yours.

Attempting to relax, Crosshair perches himself on the stool besides you. "And what about you?" he questions, making light conversation. You tell him your job, as dull as it can be, "but it pays the bills," you explain.

"Mhm, I know how you feel," he hums. Crosshair's eyes wander across your body, not in a perverted way, but out of sheer curiosity. "You always dress well," he finds himself complimenting without a single thought, throwing both of you off.

"Thank you," you reply with a smile. "I can say the same about you. You can't go wrong with a button-up shirt and smart pants."

Crosshair catches himself smiling. "Thanks," he responds, and for once, not with a hiss.

"You're not with your friends tonight," you point out, vaguely gesturing to the empty booth where his rowdy bunch tend to rest.

"My brothers," Crosshair corrects you. "They can be a bit… much sometimes. I enjoy coming here to get a break from them," Crosshair explains, letting his eyes roll in annoyance at those that he secretly loves.

"Is that the only reason why you come here?" you ask with a wink, causing the tips of Crosshair's ears to turn red, and the sea in his stomach to unravel into a thunderous storm. May the Maker help him, because he's starting to realise just how uneducated he is when it comes to feelings.

"You know damn-well that's not the only reason," Crosshair replies with a chuckle. "I simply adore the decor," he follows up, attempting to bring some humour to the conversation. Internally, he's cringing at his poor attempt, yet it's enough to let you laugh.

"Me too," you laugh. "There's nothing that I love more than old furniture that is soaked with alcohol!"

Crosshair laughs along with you, but with every chuckle, his stomach turns deeper with unease. Maker, he's finally here, speaking to you, and who would have thought that you'd be perfect in every way?

Then again, things are far too early for Crosshair to truly know what you're like. Hopefully, if you allow him, he'll discover who you really are within time.

Your drink being placed on the bar top catches your eye, and you don't hesitate to bring it up to your lips. "Thank you again for the drink," you comment after taking a sip.

"It's no problem," Crosshair replies with a soft shrug, helping himself to his glass of bourbon.

"Why don't we try a different bar for my round?" you suggest, which throws Crosshair off guard. This is swiftly becoming an impulsive date, not that Crosshair minds. Then again, does he? He hasn't got a clue what he's doing, but seeing as you're initiating things, he must be doing a decent job. (For now.)

"I'd like that," Crosshair agrees, being careful to use like and not love. Can't be too eager!

The sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor draws your eyes away from the Sniper, peering over your shoulder to see that your girls have finally returned. They're nattering away as they approach you, not paying any mind, only they stop in their tracks, mouths agape, when they finally look in your direction.

Never would they have guessed that they'd be met by this sight - their friend, who they left to sit alone whilst they went outside for a smoke, is finally sitting next to that reclusive man who she gets giddy just from the sight of.

"Girls," you call out to them. With a hand raised, you gesture to your new-found friend (date?)

"This is Crosshair."

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Positions (NSFW 18+)

AN: This is umm... a little raunchy and uhhh I’m going to take a bath in holy water now. Sooo yeah...

Synopsis: Your two best friends want to pleasure you when you tell them how long it’s been since you got laid and they show you no mercy.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Best Friend!Reader and Urban Wyatt x Best Friend!Reader

Requested by my babies @sinsandsuccubus and @bigschmood 😘💕

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You were currently on tour with Jack and Urban who happen to be your two best friends since elementary school. As long as you could remember it had always been the three of you.

Usually the three of you together normally equaled trouble.

Recently your boyfriend broke up with you because he had been cheating on you with a close friend of yours for close to a year.

Jack and Urban rightfully kicked his ass when they found out.

Since then you've been sad and a little depressed and Jack and Urban would do anything and everything to cheer you up and see you smile.

Jack decided that you needed a little distance in between you and your ex and asked if you wanted to spend a few weeks with him.

Of course you said yes.

The three of you were now in Paris enjoying the views from your hotel suite.

You were taking it all in since it was your first time being in Paris and you were loving every minute of it.

You were sitting on the couch in your own little world when Urban caught your attention by saying your name.

"Y/N, what's the most public place you've had sex?"

"How did we even get on this topic? We were literally just talking about shoes two minutes ago."

"Answer the question mamas."

"Yall nosey."

"We're your best friends so that's a given. Spill it."

"Grocery store parking lot at 9 am without tinted windows."

"Damn. I forgot you freaky as shit. Just begging to get caught."

"Oh, there was also a time in Cherokee Park. Then I can't forget the time on the airplane to Puerto Rico."

"What!? With who!?"

"You know better than to ask me that. A lady never kisses and tells."

"Well when I want to join the mile high club I know who to come to." Jack replied while taking a sip out of his water bottle and winking at you.

“Name the flight, baby. But... it was the captain.” You jokingly said while enjoying the view out of the window and seeing the lights across the city.

“WHAT?!”

"There is hardly any space but I still managed to ride him."

"Okay so you were on some contortionist ass shit."

"Jack Jack you don't know the half of it. But that was awhile ago." You replied while shrugging your shoulders and stealing chips from Urban.

"How long?"

"I don't want to say."

"Why? It's just us.”

“So?”

“We tell each other everything anyways.”

"Six months."

"WHAT?" They both collectively said before looking over at you.

"Yall need to shut the hell up. Stop making a big deal about it."

"Damn. No dick in six months?"

"You don't have to remind me Jackman."

"But.. wait.. I have an idea."

"I don't like when you get that look on your face but go on. Always some shit when the two of you get an idea and drag me along for the ride."

"What if me and Urban help you with your little situation?"

"Wait, what?" You now had a puzzled look on your face and was thoroughly confused as to what exactly he was getting at.

"You trust us, don't you?"

"Well yeah, but..."

"But what mamas?"

"Won't that make it awkward after the fact?"

"It's not weird unless one of us makes it weird."

"What do you say baby girl?"

"Both of you?"

They nodded.

"At the same time?"

"You have multiple holes for a reason. Let us take care of you. That's what friends are for right? The way your freaky ass be talking this is right up your alley.”

You contemplated for a few minutes before finally answering.

I mean you trusted the both of them with your life and knew that they wouldn’t do anything to hurt you in any way.

“Just one request.” You calmly said while looking between the both of them.

“Anything.”

“If either of you get cum in my hair, I am beating the absolute shit out of you. This weave was fucking expensive.”

“Hmm, that won’t be a problem as long as you swallow it.”

“Who said that I swallowed, Urby?”

“You, mamas. Multiple times. So don’t act like you don’t.”

Jack stifled a laugh before looking at you and smiling.

“Jackman, watch yourself.” You warned and he only smiled at you.

“Just wait on it mamas, you’re about to be begging us for mercy.”

“Hhmp. We’ll just have to see about that now won’t we?”

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“Don’t be nervous. It’s just us.” Jack said while locking the door behind the three of you. Even though it was only the three of you in the suite, you weren’t going to take any chances of someone walking in.

“What is this? Luv is Dro? And easier said than done."

“Baby girl, stop playing.”

“I just want to see if you can back up all that shit you talk mamas. Going all those rounds and doing tricks on the dick.” Urban added while taking his shirt off and tossing it to the other side of the room.

Damn. You couldn’t wait to have his mouth on your pussy and Jack’s dick in your mouth and vice versa.

“Hmm... looks like it’s your lucky night then isn’t it?”

“Then get your ass over here and kiss me.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

You were now on all fours with Urban in front of you and Jack behind you and you were simply just trying to get your mind right and prepare yourself.

This was going to be a long night.

"Damn this a pretty ass pussy. You've been hiding this from us?" Jack said while sliding his fingers in you to get you ready to take him.

"You never asked to see it."

“Well now that I have, I want to see it more often.”

While Urban guided your face down wards so that you would be able to take him in your mouth, Jack slid in you from behind making a loud moan erupt from you.

“Damn, this shit is tight. You gonna be a good girl for us tonight and do what we say?”

You nodded your head as best you could while deep throating Urban as he pulled you closer by your hair that was now in a makeshift ponytail to take more of him in your mouth if that was even possible.

“Fuck, baby girl you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

There were now tears flowing at a steady pace coming down your cheeks and you released him from your mouth with a pop in order to come up for air.

“Nuh uh, mamas. That dick better not come out of your mouth again until my cum is sliding down your throat. You understand? We can't get it in your pretty hair remember?"

You nodded your head, but Urban was not taking that as an answer.

“I think baby girl needs to use her words, Jack otherwise we’re not going to let her cum.”

When Jack heard this, he stopped his movement in and out of you immediately as they both waited for you to answer.

“Okay.”

“Much better.”

You took Urban back into your mouth as Jack continued his movements and he began pounding into you so hard that you were literally almost choking on Urban. It didn’t help that now Urban was holding you in place so that you didn’t even have the option to move if you wanted to.

"Such a good girl taking all of me at one time."

“Fuckkkkk.” Your words were muffled because of the current task that you were engaging in, but it still made Jack smirk none the less.

Without warning, you felt warm liquid shoot down the back of your throat. You were attempting to come up for air, but Urban had other plans.

“What did I tell you? Swallow it. Be a good girl and swallow it for me.”

Even though your mouth was full and had Urban’s cum leaking out of both sides of your mouth, you did your best to oblige.

“Damn, mamas.”

Jack was still behind you and he increased the pace of his movements before reaching around you to massage your clit.

“Oh shit, oh shiiiit!”

“Come on baby girl, cum all over my dick.”

It only took him four more thrusts into you before you released all over him.

“Urban, switch with me.”

They kept you in the middle as they switched positions and you were now face to face with Jack.

“Be a good girl and taste yourself.”

You immediately took him into your mouth as you felt Urban slide underneath you and began to eat you out.

“OOHH SHIT.”

“Stop moving or I won’t let you cum. You better take this shit.”

It hadn’t even been a good thirty minutes, but neither of them were letting up. You were touched starved after not having been in a situation like this for six months and you honestly were loving every minute of it.

You just knew you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

You did as you were told by Urban to stay still and your legs began to shake and you started to get that familiar feeling in your lower stomach.

You released yourself from off of Jack screaming out Urban’s name.

“Fuckkkk, Urban.”

“Come on pretty girl, cum in my mouth.”

And that was all it took.

However, you still had Jack in your mouth when he suddenly got a bright idea.

“Hold on mamas.”

He pushed you upwards before sending his cum all over your chest and down your stomach.

You simply looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“Had to make sure, I didn’t get it in your hair, remember?”

“Hmm, I guess I can give you a free pass.” You answered before gliding your finger along your chest filled with Jack’s cum and placing it into your mouth to suck on.

“Hmm, who knew you both would taste so sweet.”

“Open your mouth.” You did as you were told as Jack eagerly spit into it before kissing you.

Damn, you instantly got wet all over again.

“There’s a lot more where that came from now flip your ass over.”

It had been at least ten minutes and Jack would not let you cum making you grow frustrated. He would insert his fingers into you and as soon as he felt you getting close, he would immediately pull away from you.

"Let me cum got dammit!"

"You haven't cum this much in like 6 months, you can wait a little longer."

"Jackkkk!"

"Stop squirming. I'll stop right now."

“But...”

Urban was currently giving your breasts his undivided attention and you just knew you were about to cum just from his movements alone from them being so sensitive. However, when Jack would stop his movements, he would stop too.

“I cannot fucking stand either one of you.”

“Hmm, is that how you treat your best friends? We’ve already made you cum multiple times and I mean, we can stop right now.”

“Jackman, I swear if you stop right now I’m going to kill you.”

“Then be patient, baby.”

“I didn’t sign up for you to be edging me all night!”

“Hmm, mamas I’m just getting started. Be careful who you catch an attitude with because I can do this shit for as long as I please and not make you cum anymore. Is that what you want?”

“No!”

“Then tell me what you want.” Jack asked as he increased the number of fingers into you as well as increasing the pace at the same time.

He was met with silence and looked up at you.

“Y/N, come on baby, use your words.”

“I want to cum!”

“How bad, baby? How bad do you want it?”

“EHHH JACK!”

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and resulted in you screaming at the top of your lungs.

You also didn’t notice how you squirted all over Jack’s face.

“Got damn! You didn’t tell us you were a squirter.”

It took you a few seconds to compose yourself to be able to answer him.

“Because I didn’t know.” You said between heavy breaths and all Jack did was smile at you.

“Hmm, who would’ve thought it would take you fucking your best friends to find out.”

Suddenly Jack flipped you over so that you were on top of him.

“Alright mamas, you talk so much shit about how your dick riding game is amazing so, get to it.”

“You have got to give me a second.” You were still trying to catch your breath and attempting to compose yourself.

“No, I don’t think so.”

You rolled your eyes before easing your way down onto Jack as Urban inserted himself from behind.

The new sensation you were feeling was insane and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Shit, babe.” Jack exclaimed while holding onto your hips steadying your pace which you quickly got annoyed with, but you needed for him to guide you because you felt like your legs were about to give out at any second.

“Damn it! Shit... faster Urban.”

“Your wish is my command, baby girl.”

With the increase in pace from both of them, you knew that you weren’t about to last much longer.”

“Is baby girl going to cum all over my dick again?”

“OOOHHH FUCK!”

“Come on, you’re been such a good girl for us. You can cum once more. You can take it.”

Jack then reached up to rub small circles along your clit with all of you then cumming at the same time.

Urban removed himself from you while Jack followed soon after.

You collapsed on top of Jack trying to catch your breath and all he did was bring you into a hug while letting out a laugh.

“You alright over there mamas?”

“Hmm...”

“Well she’s making noise so at least we know she’s alive.” Urban replied while taking in the scene in front of him.

“Sooooo.”

“I definitely want to see that pretty pussy more often.”

“I bet you do.”

“Oh, and mission accomplished. Your hair is cum free.”

“Yeah, even though you got mighty close for a second.” You replied while rolling your eyes.

“Look, don’t start. You know you liked that shit.”

You simply rolled your eyes as you took your place on the bed between the both of them.

“Get some sleep, mamas. We’re not done with you yet.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Don’t tell me that you thought we were finished....”

“You better rest up now, we got a long night ahead of us.”

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idesofrevolution · 2 years

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Beach Bum

"SOLD! For eight thousand five hundred to number 29, thank you so much ma'am, please see our associate afterward for your banking information." The auction hall was buzzing. It was all over the news: locker 482 having it's lock busted and the heavy iron door rolled up to reveal the long lost estate of the old school pro-surfer Ronnie "Riptide" Darensbourg. Ventura's very own legend from the 70's, Ronnie Riptide was a local hero who'd passed away in 1991. In fact, he'd been the hero for Francis Cragg since childhood.

To Francis, the heartthrob represented everthing he wanted to be as a teenager in 1977: laid back, efforlessly cool, athletic, flirtatious, sexy... and notoriously "open minded" in the bedroom. To be queer back in the day was quite the scandal that was reserved only for the Hollywood stars and not for the everyday person. Under this strict social law, Francis couldn't look at another guy, couldn't even be suspected of being gay- but he could live vicariously through Ronnie. All the gossip columns, all the magazines, the exposees... through Ronnie's insane stories, Francis felt as if he were the one with the outrageous, ostentatious life. Now 62 years old, the repressed man eagerly sat in the ornate auction hall, eagerly hoping to snag even a small piece of memorabilia. On his phone, the smiling image of Ronnie himself beams from his wallpaper.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we have lot 35: a vintage 1980's Canvas Duffle Bag Tote. Cylinder shape. Bright abstract southwestern style pattern in red, orange, purple, turquoise, yellow, and green. End has graphic of a surfboard and words 'Laissez les bon temps rouler.' We will start the bid at $300." Francis raised his paddle, immediately recognizing the bag from the old Maxim articles in 1982. With a low starting bid at $300, he couldn't pass up the opportunity. The bid was quickly followed up with their paddles. $500... $1000... $1500... $1750... Francis opened up his wallet, devoid of cash, and holding about six maxed out credit cards. The last hope: his American Express, which was just $5000 shy of his limit. He felt compelled, required to get this small piece of his idol. Holding his breath, Francis thew up his paddle: all in at $5000.

"Five thousand on number 13, five thousand going once..." The crowd grew quiet, only whispers and murmurs breaking through the silence. "Going twice... SOLD! For five thousand to number 13. Please see our associate with your banking information." Francis immediately stood up and rushed to the back of the room, glibly handing over the very last of his funds to the smiling woman behind the counter, blissfully unaware of the middle aged man's complete economic collapse.

"Is it alright if I take the bag now? No need for delivery." The woman nodded with her wide grin, grabbing the arm strap of the bag and handing it over to him. The moment his fingertips touched the old fabric strap, he felt his breath rush out of his lungs; the electric sting of being starstruck. The bag draped naturally over his shoulder, just like it did on Ronnie all those years ago. Beaming from ear to ear, he strolled out the door back to his car, unaware of the gentle squirming within the zipped bag.

The drive home took merely minutes, as he stayed at the Beachcomber Motel overlooking the rolling waves of Ventura Beach. He slammed the door of his old jalopy, waving at the invalid Ms. Parthay mindlessly staring from behind her dusty window. He walked into the room, so used to the smell of mildew and mold that it no longer made his eyes water the way it used to. But in this one singular moment, the depressing everyday life of Francis Tate melted away. He let the bag droop down onto the ratty old bedspread as he eagerly examined every inch of it. The weathered old canvas bag with it's faded Aztec woven pattern, once extremely in vogue, now sat riddled in frayed holes in an unfortunate derlict state. But to Francis, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Just as he was raising his fingers to unzip the bag, it jolted sharply to the left.

Francis jumped backward, taken off guard. Surely it couldn't be a rat or mouse- the Auction House would never let someone spend thousands of dollars on a rat-infested item... right? The raging thought of some rodent knawing on his prized possession overtook whatever common sense he held, and with a single stroke of his hand he unzipped the bag. No movement. Nothing jumping out. No squeaking. Yet, an unmistakeable smell began to waft out of the open bag: a mix of age old air and sweaty rubber. Peering down into the dark confines, his jaw dropped open. Underneath an old barbasol can and broken plastic water bottle was the famous competition wetsuit itself. His breath labored and his pupils dilated, he gently pinched the rubbery shoulder of the neoprene suit and pulled upward, the sheer size of the thing shocking him to his core. Perhaps the Auction house did not actually thoroughly inspect their items after all.

He pulled the suit close to his face, intensely inspecting every inch of it for rubber rot, as the piece hadn't been used since the 80's. To his delight, the suit was entirely intact, the fabric stretching effortlessly without so much as a single crease. What it did have, however was a stench. Extremely salty and sour, clearly marinating in Ronnie's sweat and skin oils for decades, leaving the odor permanently imprinted within it. Bringing the rubber suit to his face, he pressed it against his nose and inhaled. This was as close as he'd ever been to his idol, the guy who had been an every day fantasy in his dreams. Wrapped in his scent, feeling the slick rubber material between his fingers, it was his life long dream. In his mind, he could feel the rise and fall of Ronnie's chest pushed against his, his lean, muscled arms wrapping around him, the scrunching and squeaking of his wetsuit as he moves...

In reality, his eyes tightly closed shut as his nose pressed against the suit, Francis couldn't see the zipper slowly slide downward and the arms wrap around his shoulders. He couldn't feel his clothes slowly unbutton themselves before it was too late, and they were forcibly ripped from his body by unseen hands. All he could do is gasp loudly as the suit flew backwards with impressive speed, pressing him firmly against the wall as the sleeves quickly slipped onto his arms. Just before he could muster out so much as a whimper, his left hand clasped over his mouth. Muffled and gagged, he could do nothing as his right hand helped stretch the musky suit down and over his legs. Behind him, the suit zipped itself up quickly, compressing Francis tightly within it's rubbery confines.

"Mmmmmmph... Mmmmmmmmsh..." He struggled against his own body betraying his every movement, controlled by some ethereal presence as if a puppet on a string. The smell was growing stronger and stronger, amplified by the spiking body heat and sweat that began to seep into it's fabric. Tighter, tighter, tighter it squeezed Francis as if a corset had been strung tight against his chest until he could barely breathe- and when he could it was filled with the dizzying musk. His gut began to press inward, flattening out with the blasting sound of deflating balloons blowing out of beneath the suit. Barely conscious, he could only look down from behind his pulsating hand's gag to see the liquifing fat start to squirm beneath the shiny black rubber, quickly sloshing into his pecs and broadening shoulders.

All at once, Francis felt the fat within him squish and thrust into his muscles, the suit croaking and groaning as his biceps and triceps began to bulge out and his hands shrink and become lean, soft palms and long fingers. Francis could feel his awareness, the last vestige of control he had within his quickly morphing body, desperately trying to center himself and fight the invasion which was slipping him on like the suit he sported. His bulge started to balloon out, feeling tendrils seep into his elongating cock, his weighty balls, and further slithering down into his quads and calves. His feet cracked and squeaked with pressure as they stretched outward, his toes as long as his ring finger and his arches perfectly bridging his heel with the balls of his feet. He'd lost nearly half his weight and mass, but looking down at his lean, toned, muscular body... He began to recognize just who it belonged to.

"Heheheheh..." A gravelly baritone chuckle rang out within his head, just as his jaw shifted to the left, cracking and sharpening as dark black hairs started to pierce out of his tanning skin. "Almost there, duuuuuuude." The voice was slick as his gleaming suit, yet stained with the aura of stonedness. He felt his jaw crack downward, opening his mouth wide while his lips plumped up and his long tongue snaked outward, a silver ball now piercing it in the center. The sides of his mouth curled into a cheeky grin as his teeth whitened and his moustache filled in. "Fuuuuuuck, bruh. You're a perfect fit for me. Fuckin' bitchin'." Francis's hair burst into a poofy blonde mop, his dark eyebrows falling down, down, down, tooping off his narrowing and increasingly bloodshot eyes. "Ayy, scoot over, dude. Let's let the Riptide take the wheel for a while..." Francis felt pressure within his head, something pushing, pounding against his brain... perhaps it was something deep down within him he'd all but repressed for all these years, or perhaps it was the sheer shock that had overwhelmed him in the moment, but as he felt the slithering present penetrate into his mind and flooding within, he couldn't help but feel satisfied as someone else, his idol, took over. One last crick of the neck, and Ronnie's piercing turquoise eyes now glistened beneath his furrowed brow.

"Awwwwww fuch yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Ronnie shot his load in the tight rubber wetsuit, feeling it's warm, sticky texture pressing against his sagging, sweaty balls. Smirking as he saunters over to the mirror, Ronnie gleamed from ear to ear, his perfect million dollar smile nearly sparkling from his new face. He could still feel the body adjusting to having him slip in, merely pinching the skin of his cheek and pulling grotesquely stretched his entire face outward before it snapped back- it'd take a few months before he felt 100% at home in his shared skin. He examined his new face; as if he'd slipped on a mask, once could see the original Riptide beneath it all, but hiding inside a mish mashed amalgamation of his host and his spirit. Unzipping the back of his suit, he pried his upper half free of it, his chiseled pecs and cobbled abs wafting the musky stench that now poured from his pores. He pursed his juicy lips, practicing the smoulder that had bedded a thousand babes and a thousand dudes.

"That's right, baby. Ahah," he gripped his chin between his fingers, admiring every inch of his sexy mug. "I'd fuck me." He laughed and winked in the mirror as he pried the rest of his rubber wetsuit off- he'd get back on the board soon enough. Perhaps he could just enjoy the beginnings of his new life. Snapping his fingers, the suit melted and flowed onto his body: massive, beat up checkerboard Vans, a pair of blue boardshorts, a gold chain and a pair of orange sunglasses now clothed him- just enough to show off to some sexy beach babe, or some hunky surfer dude he could toke and stroke with. "Yeahhhh, that's perfect."

Ronnie strode right out the door of the hotel room, passing by the maid, who stood there dumbfounded. This was not the man who entered the room moments ago... He winked at the perplexed woman, remarking just how familiar that face was under her breath. As the sun set on Ventura Beach, the surfer king sat on the lifeguard tower, smoking a blunt and watching the waves crash down onto the sands. Ventura might have changed, time may have passed, but those rolling waves are just the same as they always were. He smiled, putting his arm behind his head, and sighing in a chill aire. He'd own the town, just like he used to- and the future was bright.

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Chapter 4: Easy Peasy

-- Why must I hurt myself this way? Just as a heads up, this is not the last chapter.

Massive TW for suicide, depression and suicide attempts.

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If life had wanted to keep him, why was it making things so difficult?

He woke up, tick. Showered, tick. Worked out, tick.

He put the kitty kibble in her bowl and called her.

She never came. In fact, she seemed to be nowhere at all. Not in her box, not in her bed, not in the hidey hole of the cat tree and not under any cabinets.

Jake knew cats sometimes hid when they died and even though he had found a window open and there was a possibility that she had gotten out and she was fine, Jake felt the need to be realistic. She was an old lady. She needed special kitty kibble for her kidneys, she napped for 20 hours of the day on a special memory foam pillow he had purchased and she only drank filtered water from a special fountain. The chances of her being okay in San Diego was so low there was no point in getting his hopes up.

Still, let's not make any rash decisions.

There were things to do, logistics to figure out if he made his choice but before doing anything, he needed to look for her.

Jake had a recent picture of her already printed out to send to his grandmother. So he grabbed it and his car keys and set off. First, he knocked on all of his neighbours' doors and then drove around checking all the alleys and cul-de-sacs.

Nothing.

Jake tried to breathe in for five counts, hold it for five more, breathe out for five counts and hold it for five again.

His hands were shaking, his vision was blurring. He was going to puke. Jake parked his car, ran out and into his flat and barely made it into his bathroom before throwing up whatever coffee, cereal and dinner he had eaten during the week.

Oh God

Death. He picked death.

He made his decision after the third dry retch, when his tummy hurt and his throat was sore. When he was kneeling down in front of the toilet bowl with tears in his eyes.

It was mostly all prepared, having written his will, funeral wishes and suicide letters to his family a long time ago. But he'd left himself one last-minute decision.

He'd heard drowning was one of the worst ways to go, along with hanging, and he'd never been able to swallow prescription pills. Those were out of the question. The only ones he could think of we're shooting himself or jumping off a building.

Jake didn't want to jump.

But he did own a gun. It was hidden under his bed. He picked it up and almost threw up again.

"I should tell someone" He suddenly thought. His first thought was Phoenix, but he didn't want to scar her. His second one was Rooster, but that didn't feel right either. So he picked up the phone and texted Maverick.

" Sorry I have to put you through this but I don't know who else can do it. I am killing myself tonight, there are two envelopes on the kitchen table with my will and letters to my families. Sorry to the team. Please tell my mother I love her."

He loaded the gun.

His phone buzzed twice. Jake ignored it and closed his eyes. Big breath in.

He'd shot someone before, albeit with his plane, but this couldn't be much different. Right?

He raised the gun to his head and breathed out.

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babylon-crashing · 2 years

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for another day full of poetry/ i’ll suggest

may the tide

that is entering even now

the lip of our understanding

carry you out

beyond the face of fear

may you kiss

the wind then turn from it

certain that it will

love your back may you

open your eyes to water

water waving forever

and may you in your innocence

sail through this to that

~ lucillie clifton, “blessing of the boats”

“If you can't be free, be a mystery.” ~ Rita Dove.

“I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.” ~ Audre Lorde.

“Sister! your foot's smaller / but it's still on my neck.” ~ Pat Parker.

“Justice don't mean nothin' to a/ hateful heart!” ~ June Jordan.

“B.D. women, sure you can't understand/ But they got a head like a sweet angel/ And they walk just like a natural man.” ~ Lucille Bogan

“We/ Jazz June/ We/ die soon.” ~ Gwendolyn Brooks.

“I will say:/ Most men are afraid of me, you know?/ Or, I will say:/ In my culture we do not take our men's names as our own/ You have nothing for me/ I have my own name/ I know/ now how this body works/ How it will never let a name go until it has taken it into the mouth and fed it to the breath/ I still know by heart." ~ Safia Elhillo.

“We're flawless, ladies. Tell 'em/ say, ‘I look so good tonight’/ God damn, God damn, God damn.” ~ Beyonce.

“Sappho was a right-on woman.” ~ bumper sticker.

“The woman who takes a woman lover lives dangerously in patriarchy.” ~ Cheryl Clarke.

“The pastor makes twenty-four/ references to hell / in the sermon at church and forgets/ to talk / about love." ~ Yrsa Daley-Ward.

“How to dance in blood and remain sane?” ~ Sonia Sanchez.

"you can't make homes out of human beings/ someone should have already told you that / and if he wants to leave/ then let him leave / you are terrifying/ and strange and beautiful/ something not everyone knows how to love." ~ Warsan Shire.

“Thick thighs save lives.” ~ Lizzo.

“Mandy Lee Jones does her vampin’ at night,/ And she never gets home till it's comin' daylight./ Old Uncle Bill came 'bout half-past ten,/ Put the key in the hole, but he couldn't get in.” ~ Clara Smith.

“You judge a woman/ by what she can do for you alone/ but there’s no need/ for slaves to have slaves.” ~ Essex Hemphill.

"I want to say 'Be!' to her but am an ordinary soul./ I watch for the fold under her eye to twitch. / I have many dreams, I say to her./ In my dreams I am better than myself." ~ Ladan Osman.

SIBLINGS Hurricanes, 2005

Arlene learned to dance backwards in heels that were too high. Bret prayed for a shaggy mustache made of mud and hair. Cindy just couldn't keep her windy legs together. Dennis never learned to swim. Emily whispered her gusts into a thousand skins. Franklin, farsighted and anxious, bumbled villages. Gert spat her matronly name against a city's flat face. Harvey hurled a wailing child high. Irene, the baby girl, threw pounding tantrums. José liked the whip sound of slapping. Lee just craved the whip. Maria's thunder skirts flew high when she danced. Nate was mannered and practical. He stormed precisely. Ophelia nibbled weirdly on the tips of depressions. Philippe slept too late, flailing on a wronged ocean. Rita was a vicious flirt. She woke Philippe with rumors. Stan was born business, a gobbler of steel. Tammy crooned country, getting the words all wrong. Vince died before anyone could remember his name. Wilma opened her maw wide, flashing rot.

None of them talked about Katrina. She was their odd sister, the blood dazzler.

~ Patricia Smith

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𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 --

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes RHIANON AVENTIA of THE SPRING COURT, the LADY of THE SPRING COURT. when the HIGH FAE is glamoured, she bears a resemblance to BRUNA MARQUEZINE. the 30 / 583 year old FEMALE is reputed to be ALLOCENTRIC and INSIGHTFUL, but a decade of war has left them RETICENT and INTRANSIGENT. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of HOLY WATER AND HELLFIRE IN EQUAL DOSES — WHAT ONE RECEIVES IS WHAT THEY SURELY DESERVE ; DUST COLLECTED ON THE DELICATE VISAGE OF A MARBLE STATUE, ITS WEATHERED HAND REACHING TOWARDS A LIGHT THAT WILL ALWAYS BE JUST OUT OF GRASP; THE SILENT DEFIANCE OF A CHIN HELD ALOFT IN PRIDE AND BROWN EYES GLITTERING IN WORDS LEFT UNSAID; THE ANCIENT ACHE UPON THE SHOULDERS OF ATLAS, EMBROILED WITH THE KNOWLEDGE AND RESIGNATION OF A BURDEN THAT WAS NEVER DESIRED BUT HIS ALL THE SAME. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THE SPRING COURT, where they conspire to MAINTAIN THE WALL IN THE NAME OF PROTECTING BOTH THOSE IN THE MORTAL LANDS AND MEMBERS OF HER COURT.

BASICS .

full name: rhianon aventia. age. thirty / five hundred eighty three years old. birthdate. may 6th. current location. the spring court. status. unattached & unmated orientation. pansexual / panromantic occupation. lady & political advisor. family. two half-brothers. an unknown father, likely out there somewhere. a sorely missed mother. pets. a finch named briar — an undoubtedly loyal creature, albeit a clingy one (and a needy one, at that)

APPEARANCE .

hair color. dark brown . eye color. brown . height. five foot nine . build. long and lithe, almost fluid in her stillness – not unlike the long tendrils of a willow tree floating on a new spring’s breeze. style. she’s quite fond of gossamer and chiffon, particularly in soft, muted pastels.

MISCELLANEOUS .

zodiac sign. taurus . hogwarts house. ravenclaw . alignment. lawful good . strengths. allocentric , insightful , pragmatic , dutiful . weaknesses. reticent , intransigent , moralistic , performative . aesthetic. holy water and hellfire in equal doses – what one receives is what they surely deserve ; dust collecting on the delicate visage of a marble statue, its weathered hand reaching towards a light that will always be just out of reach ; the silent defiance of a chin held aloft in pride and brown eyes glittering with words left unsaid ; the ancient ache upon the shoulders of atlas, embroiled with the knowledge and resignation of a burden that was never desired but his all the same.

BIOGRAPHY .

tw – infidelity, death, grief & depression

an unmistakable sense of otherness is a beast that boils beneath your skin from your earliest memories. you are a puzzle piece warped at its edges, just close enough to fill in the holes of an otherwise complete picture but far enough to make your existence feel cramped and uncomfortable – a product of your mother’s indiscretions against a husband that she never desired in the first place. it’s a fact that your 'father' never lets you forget, imbued in every aversion of his gaze and twitch of muscles in the set of his jaw, like a silent accusation of a betrayal you had no option but to be complicit in.

what your father lacks in affection, your mother possesses in abundance. she carries strength and softness in equal measures, a gentle hand with firm boundaries, and a just sovereign worth committing fealty to. you treat her very existence like folklore, acting as a shadow following in her wake and clinging anxiously to the gossamer of her skirt as if she’d slip through your grip like mist if you loosened your grip for even the barest of seconds.

she humors your clinginess, perhaps sensing how you practically ache for belonging. it’s like she sees through you, understands your every curiosity and desire – every need and fear – like they are her own, and frequently before you know them yourself; she nurtures your inherent curiosity, cultivates your sense of kindness and pride like she does the fine rose bushes in her palace gardens. granted, she doesn’t leave your brothers wanting for attention, either, but there’s something in the wistfulness of her gaze as she ponders you that makes you wonder if you mean something different to her altogether.

you ask about your father – your real father – once only, framed as a passing thought as she tucks you into bed one night. you’re still young - too young to know better - but your curiosity and thirst for knowledge have already been well-established. while you shouldn’t expect any different of her, her response is cryptic and flimsy, a gentle dismissal to get out of giving answers that she simply cannot offer you. However, the tenderness in her gaze as she bids you good night tells you everything you need to know about the affair without requiring as much as a word.

you start your education early, and you latch onto it with fervor. knowledge is power in your world, and you quickly develop a particular affinity for the books of your family’s library. literature becomes an escape, a quiet retreat to quiet your overactive mind and allow your imagination to run rampant. while your interests are wide-ranging and eclectic, poetry quickly becomes your first love. the wordplay, the use of language to paint masterpieces out of intangible emotions, the beauty of its simplicity – to an overactive mind and heart that lives in vibrant color, you feel there is no passion more fitting.

the word ‘precocious’ is one that you quickly make a home of, an identity and point of pride that you wear like a badge of honor upon your chest. ‘uncompromising’ and, more succinctly, ‘difficult’ are also descriptors you often find yourself saddled with. These criticisms are far from undeserved; your need to be right and inability to hold your tongue when struck with conviction is proof enough of that.

Thankfully, a few (hundred) years and a healthy dose of maturity manage to teach you the value of impulse control, at the very least. Those years teach a multitude of lessons, from the subtleties of political intrigue, a keen sense of quiet, piercing perception, and most importantly, the art of shouldering that delicate balance of softness and steel — an understated, unassuming sort of power — that quickly become your greatest weapons. it won't be long until you're using those skills for the betterment of the court both at home and on diplomatic visits, especially as the telltale signs of imminent conflict begins to emerge on the horizon.

there's no moment of hesitation at the outbreak of war, no question that there was simply no other option than to back the mortals and fight for a better, fairer future for all. it's a noble cause that your mother champions without as much as a second though, a conflict that your 'father' pays for with his life on the front lines, and one that quickly pushes both your family and your court to its very limits. you learn that war is costly, and while you never question whether it will all be worth it when all is said and done, it's a sobering reminder that war is anything but fair.

you contribute with everything you can, and in tapping into your strengths, you bury yourself in diplomacy and logistics, in plans and alliances and numbers. it feels like the least you can do, and even though you regularly find yourself worn and exhausted at the end of each day, it doesn't feel like enough. ( truthfully? you're not sure that you'll ever feel it's enough. )

nobody is prepared for the bombshell that comes in the form of your brother scrambling home, hand-in-hand with a lady of the autumn court and declaring that he'd found a mate in her. from an objective view, you find it beautiful - a story of star-crossed lovers against the world made real - but the realist in you can't ignore knot of dread in your gut and the deep understanding that there was nothing good that could come from something like this. Still, your mother doesn't hesitate to open up her home and family to the girl, and between your trust in her judgment and your desire to support your brother in his decision-making, you allow your misgivings to fall to the wayside.

you'll come to regret that decision when that night comes. part of you wishes you could forget that night, push the memories of the screams and the chaos and the blood - oh, cauldron, the blood - out of your mind altogether, but it remains in vivid, painful detail. your mother, your high lady, slain in the middle of the night by a high lord drunk on power and the desire for revenge. to this day, you're still convinced that she took a piece of her with you as she passed - a piece you're still not sure you'll ever get back.

the loss of your mother is an all-encompassing sort of grief that doesn't hesitate to raze your entire sense of being in one fell swoop. it leaves nothing but ash in its wake, and if you weren't so hung up on your pride, you would've likely collapsed under the weight of your despair. there is nothing poetic about your rage, nothing beautiful about your sadness, nothing helpful about your pain; it's enough to sap the world of its color and to shatter whatever fragile optimism you still possessed.

you're a pro at masking, at pretending and feigning in the name of playing the game of diplomacy, and in the name of getting your court through the war and keeping it together for the sake of your family, you allow your political tactics to bleed into your personal life. you pack it all - the sadness, the anger, the resentment - away into a neat little box and tuck it deep into your mind in favor of something more palatable, and while you make a great actress, there's something off about it - a new sense of somberness, a distance, and severity that hadn't been there before. you assume that few notice, but perhaps they choose not to ask.

the war has ended, the wall is up, and yet peace is still far away. creatures lurk in the spring court, itching for any gains they can make on broaching the wall, and with a new high lord in place, you're aware that your people are in a vulnerable position. you've dedicated yourself to securing safety by ensuring the treaty's success and by any means necessary.

#prythian.intro #this got so long and took FOREVER pls excuse me !!!#but tl;dr she's bitter and angry and maybe a lil vengeful but mostly just............. sad lmao #and probably willing to gaslight gatekeep girlboss at any given moment. <3

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They wanted me to try gateway church for housing or showers so I said I'm sorry but we are going to equitize women's rights you can't have anyone under this type of conflict touch you or your things it's like a nuclear bomb and your shampoo is yours and it has to be mailed to you without interference from anyone but the post office....and anti trust has to start for you live your historical convictions though...

That church gateway is the creepy klan neo Nazi place where they watch elderly people die....and fly in felons from all over for the nra....

Hospice is so you can live though you can live though still foster the people for me though live live....

I was explaining to David homelessness is a very cruel conscription some vets won't live and somebody has to care for their families and walled communities could hire people for full tactical gear and ranch communities for me to get this creepy nude clown riot away from my life....

Well who will give bama their secret needs to live with all these nasty cap religion prevention states around them

I've thought about my selfishness and who I actually am and I don't understand jobs say you have this medication that could help people not commit crime or you have this agricultural method that could help an impoverished issue not die of restraints can you really understand the personality that's like no you can't have it I need a daddy to pay my rent?

Say you could administer a morphine about a vet kids temper tantrums that could ruin its life or they would put it in a vaccine hell that would kill it of comatose hatred would you still illegalize opiates for cap prevention Jim crow don't touch my water fountain states...

Naps I love naps....

Cops love horses and mid level incomes....wealth or poverty doesn't bother them anymore

Walled community and sustainable living for poor populations that need development through armed services.....

I was having panic attacks and car light shooting aquired ms nystagmus before all this depressing emotional social conversation and I apologized for talking too much....

I cried to Andrea confessing I found the Walgreens lady that touched my 🆔 some scary pill vet wife that was just going to sign me up to die of queer shelters.....

I don't ever want people I don't know touching my information ever no gross mental

No one can go to shelter unless it's okay I've had cig queers explained to me I won't act or lash out

My uncle molested me and I now have an auto immune disease...I lack aquired immunity and images of strength and I don't want to wear a bathe ing suit and go to the pool....

Well uncle needs Canadian hunting vacation so I apparently can die of lack of economic development for Fred Hampton ...kill stuff for uncle

Well they were blonds everywhere together and they know better then to leave their dark partners and it looked like uncles creepy technocrat hells angels blond clown party so I felt like lashing out and some people need to connect to my feminine or they could feel like crotch itch from waitress or waitress gave us a wet pants rape

Rape oh God the butt love impaction expected by tooty fruity down town Las Cruces poop hole vomitorium

I guess I don't like rape ists....don't just don't rape God and stuff for all

I told them I am really ready to go to California and enjoy traveling again.....

Life was so much better when I finally ran away from rape ville Gainesville and Lakeland in Florida and could go search out better business....

This is all I have come to expect from mid population college towns is a condemned restrained a cruel poverty while youth whore does nothing for anybody or anyone then show it's body luxury privilege and then gets threatened with finally burn the witch

Vermin...their vermin and show it off

Love their heels and pesticide direct sacral chord pathway damage to the vermis

The seed of this had a white light that burned off all of it's sheath also....

The lawn....it was suppose to be my job David....so the creepy dark lord came around to attack people with slash and cut and dust storm people into being a hospie or a cop...I should to them have to get guns so the Africans dont have to buffalo soldier

They do have a creepy fixation with me if I don't run away in horror of their monstrosity they keep trying to kill stuff and hurt themselves with illegal blowers

All ladies are a bitch if you don't run away in horror of their monster they kill themselves publicly like idiots as grown men

Well it tried to attack the kids for lawn games....electric slashing and pesticides don't kill bugs it starves them into weirder and more disgusting fire bites

Ya know how bees show they enjoy their penetrative stinger on strange alien metal objects

It's already a native species and things don't grow above naturally and just go away because of not enough water but we all needed a rape to it

Do don't do....that judgement no I'm on miracles I'm okay don't care don't judge don't

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i used to think i was more of an anxious person, what with the panic disorder and everything, but im beginning to think im permanently afflicted with depression. i have spent the last ten years in bed and barely able to work or socialize and struggling the entire time to feel present and accepted and whole. when i went to burning man in 2014 i spent almost 3 full days lying on my cot. a bunch of people knew something was wrong with me. strangers kept asking me if i was okay. this guy offered to mist me with a spray bottle of water like literally ten times before he accepted no for my answer. even a lady outside one of the medic tents asked if i was okay or had taken anything.

i have written about this kind of feeling so many times that i don't know how to talk about it anymore. i just feel so alien and different and unwanted. i feel like a different species. i struggle more and more to find anything that makes me feel good. even big occasions for me, like getting new records, is fleeting. i want to move out of my house so badly but it feels impossible. everything feels so hopeless. i was already struggling before covid but the pandemic really just annihilated so much of my identity and communities. i am more alone than ive ever been and have utterly nothing to look forward to except maybe a cure or the next round of covid boosters. this world has already been so hostile to me but now it feels uninhabitable. i don't know how the hell im supposed to plan for a future here. all ive done is survive one catastrophe to the next.

now that it's too hot out to even walk my dog or go in the backyard ive been extremely holed up in my room for days on end. and the things i can do even when i can leave the house are very limited. i can't seem to get hired for any job let alone anything wfh.

there are also family and financial issues that i can't talk about here. it's affecting my parents' health.

id really like something to live for. and some way to do it.

#blathering

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of Montreal Announces 'Lady On The Cusp' out May 17 | “Yung Hearts Bleed Free” Single/Video | Headline Tour

Kevin Barnes, Of Montreal, a musical chameleon who has long called Georgia home, first set foot in the vibrant college-rock scene of Athens in 1996. Embracing an ethos of fluidity in both gender and genre, Barnes has crafted complex, delightful records that sparkle with a radical brilliance, powered by personal strife and exuberance. With a career spanning nearly three decades, Barnes and of Montreal have left an indelible mark on stages, televisions, dance floors, stereos, and within the political landscape, both locally and internationally. Now, as they prepare to bid farewell to Athens, of Montreal heralds the arrival of their latest studio venture, Lady On The Cusp, slated for release on May 17 via Polyvinyl Record Co. This album promises to be a magnificent culmination of the band’s explorations, serving as Barnes’ swansong from their Georgia roots as they embrace a new chapter in the snow-capped embrace of southern Vermont. “Lady On The Cusp” emerges from a period of transition, capturing Barnes and their partner, musician Christina Schneider, as they poised themselves for relocation. The album weaves together a rich tapestry of introspection and forward-looking optimism, all presented through Barnes’ signature prism of eclectic pop. The 10-track odyssey navigates a range of emotions—humor and melancholy, sensuality and introspection, levity and depth—ushering listeners into new territories of thought and sound. Leading the charge is the effervescent single “Yung Hearts Bleed Free,” a track that pays homage to Barnes’ influences with a mix of self-deprecation and admiration for the libertine and the lost. Released alongside a captivating video, the song embodies a candid reflection on the imperfections and beauty of a life lived without restraint, marking an exciting pivot point in Barnes’ illustrious career. Lady On The Cusp tracklisting: 1. Music Hurts the Head 2. 2 Depressed 2 Fuck 3. Rude Girl on Rotation 4. Yung Hearts Bleed Free 5. Soporific Cell 6. I Can Read Smoke 7. PI$$ PI$$ 8. Sea Mines That Mr Gone 9. Poetry Surf 10. Genius in the Wind US Headline Tour Dates 5/31: Athens, GA @ Georgia Theatre # 6/01: Chattanooga, TN @ Barrelhouse Ballroom # 6/03: Philadelphia, PA @ Underground Arts # 6/04: Brooklyn, NY @ Elsewhere # 6/05: Boston, MA @ The Sinclair # 6/06: Hamden, CT @ Space Ballroom # 6/07: Rochester, NY @ Water Street Music Hall # 6/08: Detroit, MI @ The Magic Stick # 6/09: Chicago, IL @ Lincoln Hall # 6/10: St. Louis, MO @ Delmar Hall # 6/11: Wichita, KS @ Wave (Indoor) # % 6/12: Englewood, CO @ Gothic Theatre # % 6/14: Jackson Hole, WY @ Center For The Arts % 6/15: Boise, ID @ Treefort Music Hall % 6/16: Seattle, WA @ Neumos % 6/17: Portland, OR @ Wonder Ballroom % 6/18: Eugene, OR @ WOW Hall % 6/19: Roseville, CA @ Goldfield Trading Post % 6/20: Berkeley, CA @ UC Theatre % 6/21: Los Angeles, CA @ The Regent Theater % 6/22: Phoenix, AZ @ The Crescent Ballroom % 6/23: Albuquerque, NM @ Sister % 6/25: Austin, TX @ Mohawk % 6/26: Dallas, TX @ Trees % 6/27: Springfield, MO @ The Regency Live % 6/28: Nashville, TN @ The Exit In % 6/29: Atlanta, GA @ Variety Playhouse % 6/30: Carrboro, NC @ Cat’s Cradle % 7/01: Washington, DC @ 9:30 Club % 7/02: Asheville, NC @ Grey Eagle % # w/ Godcaster % w/ Tele Novella Read the full article

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audiofuzz · 2 months

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of Montreal Announces 'Lady On The Cusp' out May 17 | “Yung Hearts Bleed Free” Single/Video | Headline Tour

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katslowerthanaveragepoetry · 2 years

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An ode to beauty

Life is just tears and blood, rainbows and tentacles A romantic dance, danced alone, and in shackles A dark mist, encroaching my heart, clawing my skin A mind where no thought would ever hunt as a kin A rain of numbers, wrapping me like a duvet A temple where not even the doomed come to pray A stranger in the mirror, face hunting my hopes A cutthroat circus, with not a hole in the hoops A few candles that burn away my retinas A legend so fabled, taught through countless millenias Familiar, warm notes ring away in my soul A perfect mechanic, where no cog plays its role Shards of realities swept up by violent winds A barren love story where everyone’s a seed The moonlight shines upon a solitary crown And endless seas of stressful tasks in which I drown A compliment, like the dulling edge of a blade An ever shining spotlight, on an endless stage A flower, trying to grow through apocalypse Desperate for light and soil, in a dry eclipse It’ll bloom, like all else has, just late to the garden For little flower was always laced with burden A sweet melody that shields from your own feelings A sickness so old it won’t bother with greetings A crying soul withering in a young body A voiceless, faceless, loveless lady

Futures and pasts, bounds by yet unbroken chains Smiles slowly fading away in the pouring rains Dawn and dusk, whispering in the blushing moonlight Weak like strong both willing to just give up the fight “Why couldn't we simply twirl into oblivion ?” I’ve stabbed hope in the face, i’ve kissed my depression I dance with nightmares, I chase away my dreams And I’ve accepted to let myself flow downstream I dream of withering bodies, i fear waking I listen to dying, forgotten worlds to sleep With hopes never again to bother the morning Yet I’m always fond of morning sun as I sip I’ve loved enough for my heart to cuddle a sun And I’ve stolen away withering dimensions My joy taken by a breeze, my youth a tsunami As my soul burns away in my growing body My joys and my pains dance, steady as a tick tock My suns and my rains, strictly ruled by a mean clock The ice turns to water, loving turns to bitter And no one would look up as my sky is on fire From the push of a button, the click of a mouse A rush of endorphins to wash away my doubts The body of a teen, the mind of a young girl With a pain far, far too great for both to handle If the skies would turn red, you would soon forget blues I’ve been sad this whole poem, but here's some good news Let’s say that if my my skies lost all their color,

It was so I could paint them however I’d prefer :)

#poetry #poem

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Memories

Character: Dazai, Ranpo X fem!tortured!reader Genre: Angst

Warnings: Torture, themes of depression, anxiety, a bit of detailed explanation you might want to ignore

Remember to always know people love you for who you are and no matter what if you are having depressing and suicidal thoughts don't hesitate to seek help from family members close friends or associates! and my inbox and ramble corners are open too!! You deserve this ^^

"Please let me go....", the girl croaked with audible pain in her voice as she tried to let the few words out of her mouth cause even turning her own head hurt right now seemed to be too painful.

How many days had it been? two?three? no it felt like days had passed....

The black laden man only smirked at her helplessness as she squirmed in pain beneath him. Her treason? She had tried to protect an innocent civilian from the mafia who had now managed to escape all thanks to her. The man in front of her was trying to get her a taste of what it felt like to go against the organisation he worked for or more like his plans.

She could not take the torture anymore as a bucket of cold water was poured upon her already shaking physique.

She was just a regular part time worker at the cafe who had tried to protect a person from harm's way. Was it too much to want to help someone out of customary bounty?

"Oi Dazai! Enough! Boss wants us to leave her as he has more important mission on hand for us" said the shorter male who seemed to show some sympathy towards you. You reminded him of the people he had sworn to protect not too long ago.

"tsk How come you are such a softie when you work for the mafia chuuya? Can't you see I am trying to teach something here to the stubborn lady? What a pity though! She seems to reckless for her own good."

You were starting to lose consciousness and focus from all the beatings and cuts on your skin. The periodic showering you with ice-cold water in mid-December didn't help either. You didn't think you could leave this hell-hole. It seemed too much to ask for right now.

"I will lesson her one last time....", he smirked.

The last impression burned on your mind was of him smirking at you from above. Oh how you despised this man.

When you opened your eyes all you could hear were the constant beeping from monitors.

"beep beep"

Your head hurt like hell and you could not even remember what had transpired. You squinted your eyes at some people who seemed relieved with happiness on seeing you awake. A woman was hugging you and so was another man who seemed to be her husband all while crying their eyes out.....Who were these people?

"She has forgotten her memories because of some overstimulating trauma. Sometimes to forget the pain inflicted on us, our brains delete some part of our memories so as to protect us from the impending trauma. We can never know when her memories will fully recover but if you give her some time she will surely start remembering her basic memories"

And so you did. You recovered all the memories of your childhood, friends and family. But you could never comprehend the marks on your skin and the limp in your leg which didn't seem to be in any of your recovered memories....

Yes you often had nightmares about ice cold rooms and just the back of a man clothed in jet black attire.

[2 YEARS LATER]

"Good morning Ranpo!! Here you go, your sweet mochi from the shop across!"

You now worked in the Armed Detective Agency where your wits were on par with those of the other detectives. You were also dating Ranpo whom loved you very much as well.

"Good morning sweet bun, I think you should know, we will have a new recruit today..."

"Ultra deduction?"

"Yup what else can you expect from 'the' great detective! but please stay as far from him as possible, okay dumpling?"

As he said this, his nose scrunched up in disgust and he even opened his green eyes as though deep in thought about something which seemed to terrify him to no end. He then offered you a sweet smile as to calm your worries.

Ranpo knew of your memory gap and allegedly claimed it to be the only mystery he couldn't solve. For such a proud detective to pretend defeat on such a secret meant it really was horrible whatever happened to you and so you never asked about it and feigned ignorance. You didn't want to allow anything negative in your life right now. Anything related to the marks on your skin couldn't be good.

Just then the agency door opened and you turned around to greet whoever was coming in,

"HALO DETECTIVES! I am the new recruit!! Name's Dazai Osamu!"

"Hello!" you greeted the over enthusiastic man however he stopped dead on his tracks on seeing you. His eyes looked you up and down in momentary shock.

"Hello....", he spoke at last.

You tilted your head in confusion. You did not know this man yet his eyes gave you the impression that he seemed to know you.

There was something familiar yet painful about this man. He seemed to derive negative emotions from within you. And just when your anxiety seemed to surface you could feel hands snake up your waist and a chin resting on your shoulder giving you familiar warmth.

It was Ranpo.

"Hello Dazai! How about you make yourself comfortable and don't mind me taking her away for a while." He spoke with a close-eyed smile. He was always like this with the people he hated giving them the formal and cold shoulder.

It was her....It was that girl he had left on the streets at the brink of her death years ago after torturing her to lunacy. He didn't think she would survive but here she was in his future workplace. And it seemed she could not remember him at all.

This was his karma.

To see her everyday, with her unaware of the horrid things he did to her. Those scars a result of his impulsive actions. That anxiety a result of his enforced trauma. Yet she always gave him a warm smile to make him feel welcomed.

Yes he would have to suffer it all, after all he deserved it..

A few days passed since then and you kept your distance from the new recruit under the say of your boyfriend, only occasionally sharing smiles in the morning. He seemed to be fun to be with but always seemed to showed a hint of pity whenever he saw the scars around your collarbone. It was expected but too much.

Often you would find your boyfriend taking him into corners and talking in hushed whispers and coming back to you again as if nothing happened with that same smile of comfort while the man left behind seemed to be living in a nightmare.

Was it for the betterment that you never knew about the secrets he harboured or for the worse that he could never ask for your forgiveness and tried to survive in his drowning guilt.

Just felt angsty today so here you go~

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Jaune didn't know why Velvet and Coco had been so pushy to get him to meet them in downtown Vale, on a particulary Sunny day. Seeing both the hotties wearing flowy sundresses, he quickly saw the appeal and even more so, when Coco had lifted the back end of Velvet's dress. Seeing the cute and full rear was already hot, wearing no underwear was hotter and the Cottontail Butt Plug, was the cream on top.

Velvet whined as she looked at the different clothes that Coco had placed on their beds, more and more fabric spilling from their dressers and their closets like blood from a Grimm Attack. “Isn’t this enough, Coco?” she gestured to the ‘rejected’ pile, where most of their casual clothes lay. “I mean, we’re just going to Vale…” she began timidly, freezing in place, rabbit ears twitching as her friend stiffened, before slowly turning towards her, tilting her sunglasses down and staring at her with narrowed chocolate eyes.

“Oh, but Velvet, this isn’t just a visit to Vale!” Velvet felt heat creep up into cheeks at the sudden passion that her friend was showing, waving her arms as the Coco slowly advanced towards her. “This is a visit to Vale with. Your. Crush. You managed to get the courage to ask the brave knight who defended you out! To repay him for his kindness. To admit your feelings! To take him to a quiet place and ride his-”

“COCO!” Velvet nearly shrieked, cheeks burning and heart beating rapidly as the images formed and danced around in her mind, images of her hugging, kissing, making love to the attractive blonde that had been so kind to her. She bit her lower lip as she imagined riding him, him holding her hips and looking up at her, love in his eyes-

“Perfect! Found it!” Velvet was ripped from her daydream when Coco’s victorious cry reached her, and glanced over to see her holding a cream colored sundress high above her head like a battle trophy. Velvet felt her cheeks somehow darken even more as she realized what dress this was. She remembered Coco buying it for her because ‘it goes wonderful with your complexion, Bun-Bun!’, but she had never worn it out of the dorms.

Why? Well, it looked nice on her, that was for sure, but the length of the sundress left much to be desired! It just skirted legality, barely cresting her upper thighs! The slightest breeze would flip it up and expose what underwear she was wearing to whomever was in front of her or behind her! “Coco…!” she whined as her friend moved forwards, a smirk on her face.

“Re-lax, Bun-Bun...there’s no breeze at all today really. You’re in no danger of showing the goodies off to Jaune or anyone, until you want to!” Seeing the firm look in Coco’s eyes, Velvet’s shoulders slumped, knowing that there was no way she was getting out of wearing this. All she could do was submit, and hope that the embarrassment wouldn’t be too great in front of her crush.

She squeaked as Coco descended upon her, her top being pulled over her head and being tossed into the corner, her bra following, her orange sized breasts settling onto her breasts with a jiggle, before her pants and panties followed, leaving her naked before her teammate.

A quick moment later, she found the sundress pulled over her head and her arms put into the sleeves, leaving Velvet disoriented for a moment as Coco ran her fingers through her lightly tangled brown tresses, easing the small knots out. “Perfect! Now, time for me to get dressed!” she hummed, heading back to the closet and looking for something for herself, leaving the slightly dizzy bunny alone. As she cleared her head, Velvet took a step, then blushed brightly as she felt a healthy breeze over her bare pussy. “C-Coco...underwear, please!?” she squeaked out, making her friend laugh loudly. “Coco!?”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet walked with burning cheeks next to Coco, making sure to keep her thighs pressed together as much as possible. Why, one may ask? The reason was simple: Coco had refused to let her wear underwear. Neither bra nor panties. Meaning she was completely bare underneath this woefully short sundress which just barely fell past her mound and upper thigh. Even now, she was afraid to raise her legs too high to walk so the people around them didn’t get a perfect view of her freshly waxed pussy!

But still, on some level...this was exciting. And Velvet hated that that was true. She didn’t want to find this exciting! She didn’t want to get turned on! And she certainly didn’t want to leak down her thighs! That would be so humiliating! All...all the people seeing her juices sliding down her thighs, a small breeze all it taking to just expose her to all their eyes, to Jaune’s eyes-!

She was pulled out of her frighteningly arousing thoughts by Coco tugging gently on her hand, making her nipples graze the inside of the dress, becoming dangerously close to getting hard and saying a loud and happy “HELLO” to everyone. “There’s Jaune! Come on, Bun-Bun!”

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune Arc was confused. He had never really understood girls, even with being raised in a family of seven sisters. If anything, that made it worse. He constantly mixed signals and such...but even he couldn’t mix this one up. At least, he thought he couldn’t mix this up.

When he had helped Velvet, the admittedly very cute rabbit faunus in the year above him, he hadn’t been expecting anything from it! He had just been doing what was right getting Cardin to leave her alone.

But later on he had pretty much hunted down by the bunny girl and her fashion plate of a partner (trust him, with seven sisters, he knew girl’s fashions, and she was wearing all the latest trends with the best fabrics and colors that accentuated her skin and eyes) and told him in no uncertain terms to meet them here today in Vale, on a bright and sunny Saturday.

It wasn’t a date, of that he was sure. After all, why would two beautiful girls want to be seen publicly with him at the same time? But still, he wore some clothes that he knew were acceptable for an outing with a lady, or ladies in this case.

He took a sip of his tea, savoring the cool sweetness and wondering where they were. He knew that he was early, a holdover from his childhood where his dad was of the belief that not only was it better to be early than late, but to never keep a lady waiting. They still had about ten minutes before he would begin getting worried, at any rate.

Hearing a familiar voice, he looked up to see Coco and Velvet making their way towards him, Coco surprisingly enough missing her beret and sunglasses, and Velvet with a deep blush on her face. He smiled a bit, finding her beautiful, adorable. He paused. Beautiful? Adorable? That wasn’t something that was a common thought with every girl that he saw.

He swallowed as they made their way over. Both of them were wearing beautiful sundresses that accented their figures wonderfully, Velvet a cream colored one that seemed almost gauzy in its composition, and Coco was wearing one the color of her namesake, Cocoa, with accents of Burnt Sienna. He found himself holding back a wince. His sisters really had done a number on him if he knew the colors on sight.

Biting his lip and taking a deep breath to calm himself, he stood.

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet swallowed roughly, mouth watering upon seeing Jaune wearing clothes that she didn’t expect him to have, but Brothers, did he look delectable! A soft yellow dress shirt was pressed and buttoned up against his frame, tucked into his navy blue slacks and topped with black dress shoes. His hair was combed neatly, framing his face nicely. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, so loud she worried that Coco could hear it.

Speaking of her partner...Coco whistled low. “Damn, Bun-Bun, he cleans up nice~!” she outright purred, licking her lips. “Hell, if you don’t want to take him for a ride, I think I will…” Velvet’s ears went stiff and she spared a glare at her partner, before putting her attention back to Jaune, giving him as good a smile as she could, despite the fact she felt a mixture of arousal, shame, and fear filling her as she felt herself moisten. This was...going to be difficult.

Especially when Coco practically dragged her along to go meet her crush, the breeze whipping along her damp lips as she was moved. Her cheeks darkened more and she shuddered as her arousal grew higher and stronger as they reached the table.

She nearly squeaked as Coco all but shoved her into the seat next to Jaune, her bare rear and thighs plunking down onto sun warmed metal, feeling the little...addition that Coco insisted on. She shivered as she remembered how she got it…

(Flashback Begins)

“Coco, what are you doing!?” Velvet screamed, cheeks burning as Coco bent her over the bed and pulled up the edge of the sundress, revealing the round swell of her bottom and her plump pussy lips. She tried kicking out, but it was useless, as Coco was too close to her for her kicks to do much, especially with the benefit of Aura. Her cheeks burned as she felt warm puffs of air across her backside, brushing over her most intimate of places.

She released a soft squeak as firm hands grabbed her soft cheeks, fingers sinking into them and spreading her rear apart, revealing the entirety of her pussy and her small hole. She whined, thanking everything that she had showered thoroughly that morning, before a startled shriek escaped her lips as something hot and wet licked a stripe between her cheeks, before prodding at the small depression of skin, circling it.

Velvet whimpered as she hunched and curled in on herself, her legs tucking inwards and knees pressing together as she dug her fingers into the sheets before her, biting viciously into her lower lip to try and make herself focus on something other than what her partner was doing to her ass...her eyes nearly popped clear from their sockets as she felt Coco’s tongue work along her rim, before pushing inside her.

She buried her face into the bed, releasing a wail as Coco insistently worked her tongue around, before pulling away with a ‘pop’, leaving her shivering at the wetness that was suddenly attacked by the cool air of the room.

“Well…” she could hear Coco sounding breathless, and heard her lick her lips, puffs of air brushing her soaked nethers, before she felt her partner release one of her buttocks, Coco’s other hand shifting to keep them spread apart. “If you decide to fuck the stud, it can’t be in your pussy...from what I hear, Arc’s got seven sisters...he shoots inside, you get pregnant. I guarantee it.” Velvet squirmed as she felt something cold poke against her small hole, before worming its way in, “So, what we’re going to do is make sure this bunny badonkadonk of yours is alllll ready in case you want to make love to the stud~” Coco murmured.

Feeling the item settle within her rear, plugged in fully, Velvet shook as she sat up slowly, looking behind her with wide eyes to see what Coco had shoved up her butt. She whined, her ears drooping as she saw it. She couldn’t believe that Coco had even gotten one of these. How had she not noticed that she had a-

(Flashback End)

Velvet fought a shudder as the cottontail buttplug that her partner bought shifted inside her ass, pressing against her inner walls, the sensations nearly making her miss what Jaune asked her. She released a soft ‘eep’ and spoke. “I-I’m doing okay, Juane! H-How about you?” she nearly scrunched her menu up in her hands, her emotions going wild as she glanced at her crush with a shaky smile. It didn’t help as she felt the air under the table going up her skirt!

And Coco, the wicked bitch, just sat there and smirked behind her menu!

~x~x~x~x~

Gods help her, Velvet couldn’t even remember what she had eaten, or even what they had talked about, her attention focused solely on Jaune. Were his eyes always such a deep, soulful blue? Did his hair always catch the sun that way? Did he always smell so...so good?

Velvet was mortified as she shifted, feeling slickness between her thighs. She just knew that she would be leaving a wet spot on the chair when she stood up! That would be so humiliating! Oh, she hoped that Jaune didn’t notice...that would be...terrible.

She could already see the look of disappointment on his face, feel his hand around her wrist, tugging her close, before he threw her over his lap, flipped up her dress, and upon seeing her bare bottom and pussy, began to spank her, punish her for being such a bad, such a perverted, naughty, filthy, outright slutty little bunny who needed to be disciplined-

She was pulled from her thoughts by the boy in question, who placed his hand on her arm, and she found herself drawn into his eyes, his smile. She melted. Coco was right, as much as she hated to admit it. She was smitten. Truly, completely, utterly in love with this young man. She wanted him...she wanted him so much, to be his. To be wrapped in his arms and hugged...kissed...fucked halfway through the mattress!

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune noticed that Velvet was nervous and stuttering, her words disjointed and almost frightened. He didn’t think it was him, but boy, did he understand social anxiety. Reaching out, he placed his hand on her arm, and found himself staring into deep chocolate eyes.

He had heard tell of the eyes being the windows of the soul, but he had always thought that to be complete and utter bunk that was in tawdry, bodice-ripper romances, like the ones that Saphron wrote, and the ones that Blake tried to hide that she read.

But looking into Velvet’s eyes...he understood what his sister meant. He could see warmth, fear, contentedness...attraction, desire, want. All of this, aimed at him.

“Hey, lovebirds~” a teasing voice made red blossom over Velvet’s cheeks, and heat in his own face made him realize that he was blushing as well. Both shrinking slightly at the confident smirk that the other brunette had on her face. “I paid for our lunches, and don’t worry, it was my treat~” she teased, obviously taking joy in their embarrassment. “Let’s go for a walk?”

~x~x~x~x~

Coco Adel was a lot of things. Team Leader of CFVY, Leader of the fashion trends in Vale, and most of all, she liked to think herself a good friend. She knew that her Bun-Bun was shy as fuck, but that she really wanted, thirsted for, really, the blonde that had helped her with that brute Winchester’s bullying. She often caught her closest friend staring at him in longing.

And by the Brother’s, this ship would fucking sail if it was the last thing she did!

So she planned, she plotted, she managed to get Jaune to agree to meet them in Vale, she got Velvet in the sundress (she was proud; she had known that she’d get her to wear that someday!), and refused her underwear, and even bought the cutest buttplug to prepare her!

She knew Velvet after two years. She knew that the timid little bunny would take ages to actually attempt to get close to Arc, so she knew that she had to help her. She had caught the needy little bunny masturbating in her sleep, moaning Jaune’s name! She had to do something!

And so here they were, by the artificial beach near the edge of downtown, with not a single person in sight. Perfect. She turned to see Velvet standing by Jaune, looking up at him almost adoringly, but could tell that her sweet little bunny needed help admitting her feelings. But she would, after all, Velvet had her for help.

“Jaune...you know why we called you out for a day out?” she asked, seeing Velvet stiffen and look at her pleadingly, but Coco wasn’t going to be stopped. She wasn’t going to let Velvet keep curled in on herself anymore!

Reaching out she tugged her bunny close and could feel her heart beating hard and fast against her rib cage. She rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her a bit before redirecting her attention to Jaune, who stared at them with confusion. She smiled at him softly. “Velvet...she’s bad with talking, but she really, really likes you, but I knew that if I didn’t help her, she’d say nothing and possibly lose out. She’s my closest friend, and I can’t let that happen to her.”

Velvet trembled against her, and she felt her bury her face into her shoulder so she didn’t give into the urge to look back...not that that was an issue. Jaune looked at Velvet in awe, as though the bunny had hung the stars. Good. Maybe he was worthy of dating her.

Her lips titled upwards into a smirk. “Ready yourself, Velvet…” she whispered, feeling her partner stiffen against her, before she looked back at Jaune. “Yeah, she’s been, well…” she stopped herself, knowing that she was almost about to ramble, before quickly dropping into a bend, grabbing the end of Velvet’s sundress and yanking it up, revealing her bare bottom and the cottontail buttplug nestled between the fat cheeks, her free hand cupping the plump right buttock underneath her chin. She ignored the shocked squeak and flailing arms above her as she gently squeezed the delectable cheek in her hand. “See, Jaune? Velvet’s been ready for you~” she cooed.

Part of her worried that this action was a bit too much for him, but she needn’t have worried, as she saw Jaune’s eyes glaze over in lust and his pants swell...and swell...and swell...my, my. He was a big one...fortunately, she had prepared her bunny for this. She smirked, looking around, before seeing a small alcove hidden from most. Perfect~

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet felt her cheeks burning as Coco leaned back against the wall behind her, and she leaned against her, with Coco’s hands holding up her sundress, keeping her bare backside visible to the young man behind them.

Her cheeks burned as she felt eager hands playing with her rear, skilled fingers outright massaging the bubbly cheeks, making her whimper and tremble against her partner, her beautiful, caring, loving partner, her lower lips drooling her thick honey down her thighs.

She must have looked needy, desperate, slutty, because Coco smiled at her before looking behind her. “Don’t just tease Bun-Bun, Jaune...pull out that plug and make her day! You can’t have her pussy, you told me you have seven sisters, one drop of that cum gets in her womb, Bun-Bun’s a goner~” her leader teased.

But Coco’s teasing words ignited a fire within her belly, her pussy twitching, her womb hungry for cum, fantasies of her with a belly swollen with life, her lying in bed with Jaune as he rubbed her belly, the life within gently kicking out-

Velvet was pulled from her fantasies with Jaune’s hand gently grabbing and tugging on the plug in her ass, making her squeak and bury her face into Coco’s tits, the exquisite softness pressing against her burning cheeks reminding her that Coco had forgone a bra as well.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune pulled out the plug with a wet sounding pop, Jaune caught sight of the slightly gaping hole, and felt his aching cock throb harshly in his slacks. He had always known that Velvet was beautiful, hell, her partner was a woman of extreme beauty as well. He didn’t need anyone to tell him that...but he didn’t think it was actually possible for Velvet to think he was someone worth dating. So to have her (Coco, really…) flash her butt at him and then drag him over here (Coco again), really threw him for a bit of a loop...but if she truly wanted this, he wasn’t going to deny her, or himself.

Letting her rear go (not for long, it was like squeezing the warmest, softest pillows imaginable), Jaune looked for a place to set the butt plug (cute, a cottontail outside, with the actual plug looking like a carrot, perfect for this adorable bunny), only for Coco to snatch it out of her hand and tuck it away in a secret pocket, giving him a nod as she stroked Velvet’s hair.

Jaune groaned, his cock throbbed hard. SNAP! Three sets of eyes widened as his button snapped off, shooting over Velvet’s back and hitting the wall next to Coco, making the blonde groan in humiliation, before he worked his belt and loosened it, shoving his pants and boxers down, groaning again, this time in abject relief, as his cock was freed, landing between Velvet’s buttocks with a dull whap!

He grabbed her buttocks again, sinking his fingers into the flesh and spreading them enough that his cock slipped between the fat buns, making both moan, Velvet shuddering before him, arching her butt up against him. He rocked his hips back and forth a bit, sawing between the fat cheeks and getting a mewl from his...girlfriend? Girlfriend sounded nice. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. He loved it.

He took a deep breath. “I…” he winced as his voice shook, “Velvet, is this okay? I don’t want to take advantage of you…” he wanted this, Gods, did he want this, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of this sweet girl, either.

He saw her head move a bit between Coco’s breasts, the other girl smiling amusedly down at her partner as Velvet mumbled something. “Sorry, what was that, Velvet?” he asked. The mumble was slightly louder this time, making Coco giggle, but Jaune still couldn’t hear it. “Vel?”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet couldn’t take it anymore! Popping her head out of Coco’s cleavage, she wiggled her ass as best she could. “Yeeeessssss~!” she whined out. “Fuck me! Make me yours! Use that bitchbreaker you call a cock and stir my guts up! Fill me with your thick, sticky cum! Fucking Breed My Ass!” she voice raised more and more, until she was almost shouting at the end.

Her cheeks glowed as Coco giggled. “You heard the sweet bunny, Jaune!” she chirped, making her realize she had just been such a loud, naughty, slutty little bunny, screaming out her desires like that. With a whine, she buried her face back in Coco’s chest, licking her lips as she felt the fat tip press between her cheeks. She quivered.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune swallowed as he pressed his tip against the still slightly winking hole Velvet was offering. Taking a deep breath, he slowly began to ease his way in...but was unprepared for Velvet to shove her ass back, swallowing his cock to the base, her bubbly ass hitting his hips with a muted clap!

He heard a muffled wail, and was afraid for a moment that he had hurt Velvet, but seeing and feeling her shaking and trembling between him and Coco, muffled squeals escaping her lips as she shook and (his eyes widened a bit) squirted between them, an arc of clear fluid splattering on the wall between Coco’s thighs. He knew he needed to wait, he didn’t trust himself not to pop off and cum from the brutal tightness that wrapped around his shaft.

His breath hitched, his cock throbbing hard within her searing orifice, his fingers digging into her rear as his girlfriend rolled and twisted her hips, making his cock twist and turn, rubbing against the inside of her ass. “Fuck…” he gasped.

~x~x~x~x~

Coco knew her panties were ruined; seeing Velvet come undone from having a cock in her ass was simply so fucking hot and who wouldn’t be turned on from having the desperate bunny in their arms while the boy of said bunny’s dreams was balls deep in her ass? His hands groping and squeezing that fat bunny bottom? She was surprised that she herself hadn’t cum yet just from watching!

She saw Arc staring at down at Velvet in utter lust. Completely understandable, the bunny was beautiful, and having finally given in and become who she was truly meant to be? Fuck. If only Velvet had gotten her cues...but that was neither here nor there right now.

Velvet released a loud cry into her chest, making her realize that Arc had started moving.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune couldn’t wait anymore! Slowly pulling back, he shivered as her ass clung to him, refusing to let him go as he rolled his own hips, thrusting back into Velvet’s lovely backside. His moves were slow and stilted in the beginning, not wanting to move too fast and make it too intense for either of them, but even with the slow movements, Velvet’s moans were getting louder and louder as he began to pick up his thrusting speed.

Taking a deep breath, he finally began to start smooth thrusts, a moderate roll of his hips that belied the power of his thrusts. He growled low as he squeezed and practically mauled the thick bubble of her ass in his hands, subconsciously wanting to leave his mark on the creamy flesh to let Velvet know that she was his now.

He knew that he wasn’t being too rough. He could hear her moans and whimpers of appreciation only getting louder. If she was allowed to continue, she might actually draw people towards them. “Well, well, well…” he spoke, his voice a low growl, his left hand loosening its hold on Velvet’s ass, rubbing the pliant flesh. “You needy little bunny...you know if you get any louder, you’re going to draw people to us. They’ll see us. Is that what you want? For them to see that you’re my little butt-slut bunny?” he growled. He didn’t know where these words were coming from, but he could see from Coco that it wasn’t a bad thing. Her eyes were dark, but not from anger, from lust. And the whine from Velvet, Brothers, that only made him harder.

Raising his hand, he brought it down on her ass with a loud crack, making Velvet clench around him with a loud cry, quivering like a bowstring. “Are you going to cum already, Velvet?” it wasn’t him who spoke, but Coco, her voice thick with lust and desire. “Is our little Butt-Slut Bunny going to cum her brains out from having her ass filled and being spanked?” her chest heaved as Velvet squealed between her breasts, “We can’t have that...you may want people watching you get claimed, but I don’t think Jaune or I wish to be seen in such a fashion...so let’s keep your mouth too busy to scream…”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet shivered and moaned, quivered and cried out as her ass was fucked thoroughly by the boy she had fallen so hard for, completely missing Coco’s words...but she didn’t miss the hand settling on her head between her ears and moving her head down, down, down...her nose going wild as it picked up the thick sweet scent of what she knew was Coco’s arousal as she slid down her belly. The angle would have been awkward, perhaps even painful for someone that wasn’t as flexible as her.

Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the smooth fabric of the sundress rise up under her cheek until it rested on Coco’s flat, toned belly. Glancing down, she whimpered, seeing Coco’s bare, drooling pussy just underneath her chin. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips, only for Coco’s hand to be more insistent and push her down further. “Let’s keep that mouth of yours occupied, Bun-Bun.”

Any potential argument Velvet might have had was stopped as her head was moved down further, and her face was pressed against wet flesh. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she began to mindlessly lap away at the soft, fragrant flesh, eating out her beloved partner as she was dominated and fucked hard in her ass.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune watched, wide eyed as Velvet buried her face into Coco’s pussy and began to ravenously eat her out, slurping and smacking noises filling the small alcove, only just softer than the cries that she had been releasing.

He locked eyes with Coco who was now rubbing her breasts over her sundress, pinching her swollen nipples as he fucked Velvet’s ass faster now. Her chocolate eyes were smoldering with lust. “Mmm, what do you think, stud?” she purred, “Do you think Velvet can handle us? I think she loves being our little pet in bed…” her breath hitched and she arched a bit as Velvet became more insistent in her actions. “Fuck, this tongue is sinful...w-what do you say? Think we can share her? I think our needy, slutty little bunny just wants both our love!”

Jaune thought about it as he thrust into Velvet’s clinging rear, spanking her ass, loving the nice rosy shade the pale flesh had taken from his strikes. He heard Coco continue, maybe thinking that he needed more convincing. He let her, even though if Velvet wanted this, he was perfectly on board as long as she spent equal amounts of time with the two of them.

“And don’t worry, you won’t be just fucking Velvet, stud...I saw that cock, I want to take it for a ride too! How’d you like that? Both of us brown themed beauties on our hands and knees before you, wiggling our asses, making you pick-”

Jaune couldn’t take it anymore. “Sold!” he growled, beginning to fuck Velvet’s ass with even more force, loud claps filling the small area, the bunny’s bubbly ass rippling and jiggling as his hips crashed hard against them as his balls churned in need.

Coco cried out in shocked as Velvet wailed into her pussy, clenching down brutally around his cock as she squirted again, adding to the small puddle of slick on the ground.

Jaune growled as he plunged to the base, balls hitting Velvet’s soaked pussy and snapping taut against him as they unloaded every drop of thick seed they had, depositing it into Velvet’s rear end. He spanked and slapped her rear as he did so, loving how every swat to her rear made her clench and bear down more around him.

~x~x~x~x~

The three enjoyed their orgasms around each other, Coco squirting and coating Velvet’s face, Velvet herself trembling and shaking and whining between them, and Jaune pumping what felt like every drop of nonessential bodily fluid into the greedy backside is cock was buried in.

Finally, Jaune and Coco came back to themselves, and took deep breaths to steady themselves. Slowly, Jaune slipped out of Velvet’s rear end, his now semisoft cock slick with his cum, and he thoughtlessly reached out and took the plug that Coco handed him, admiring the gaping hole filled full with his cum before pressing the plug into her, making sure that it was secure and none of her cream filling could leak out.

Carefully grabbing the near unconscious, giggling bunny, Jaune helped her upright, only to gasp as Coco sank to her knees and throated his cock, sucking and slurping off all of the cum and Velvet’s taste off of his cock, then tucking him into his pants and making sure they were settled as good as they could be on his body.

“Now, stud, we are going to a hotel, and you are going to fuck both of us. I’m sure you can do that, right?” Coco smirked when Jaune scooped Velvet into his arms and tucked her against his chest, the absolutely glowing bunny smiling and rubbing her pudgy belly full of cum. “Velvet got me off, but I need more than one orgasm to be satisfied...and I can tell you do as well. Ready to go, stud?”

Jaune couldn’t nod fast enough, making Coco laugh.

The trio left the alcove, leaving behind no evidence of their being there beyond a large clear puddle near the wall as they made their way back into Vale proper.

#Jaune Arc #Velvet Scarlatina #Coco Adel #Starts Off Jaune/Velvet #Turns into Jaune/Velvet/Coco #Fucking HELL this got away from me

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celestialarchon · 3 years

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Celebrating 1k+ Part 1: Zhongli x gn!reader

Crossover: Ancient Magus Bride

content: fluff, little bit of angst, romance

warning: themes of depression and mental illness, alluding to suicidal tendencies

The bath water was warm, soothing your inner turmoil and washing away the stress in small tides. What a day it had been, selling yourself off in an auction was strange enough but the man or creature that had purchased you was even weirder. As the auctioneer had said beforehand, you didn’t care about your own life, it didn’t matter who you were sold to. Even so, you were taken back by the sudden dragon like skull that appeared before your face on stage, bidding unreasonably high and sweeping you away in a noir cloak to his home. Calling you his apprentice, he had immediately invited you into his home and insisted you bathe.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a giggle, your neck snapped up and you were face to face with a strange creature. The creature was human like but much smaller with wings and long claws on it’s hands and fingers. It’s face was boyish, framed by two braids with traces of green and blue in its hair. Patterns of dandelions danced on it’s skin.

“Hello, sunshine,” his voice was clear as day, like a melody in the wind.

“What are you?” You breathed out.

His pointed ears twitched and he grinned, “I’m Venti! A wind spirit of course, nice to meet ya! ehe.”

“I see,” you tilted your head, remembering that Zhongli had told you it was impolite to call the fae as fae but to refer to them with familiarity. “Are you a neighbor?”

Two other humanoid creatures peered from behind Venti, the same viridescent wings sprouting from their backs and gold dandelions printed on their skin. One’s hair was red and her skin was a darker hue of green than the others. The other was blonde with a ponytail held by a flower stem.

“You know, ehehehe,” Venti giggled, and flew down, kissing your cheek. “That Morax is no good! You’re better off with us, we could cherish you truly, little sunshine.”

The fae left with those words, leaving you to your thoughts. Sighing, you emptied the bath and dressed yourself as the door shook gently with a knock. The door swung open just as you pulled your shirt over your head, finally clothed. The man stood in the door way, his gold eyes twinkling as he praised you for being patient with him and cleaning up so well. He shifted his weight and pulled something from his pocket, offering it to you.

Shyly, you took a step towards him, allowing him to slip it over your head, he chuckled, “Good puppy, this is a protective talisman. It’s a stone called Cor Lapis that formed close to a river. Over time the water from the river wore down the stone and created a hole in the middle, if you look through it you can see a fae’s true form.”

He patted your head and led you towards your room. The silver lady, Ganyu, darted into the bathroom to take care of your soiled clothing. Ganyu was a silky, a type of neighbor who liked to do chores and she looked after the house for Mr. Zhongli. She had already taken quite a liking to you.

Zhongli sat down on the edge of your bed, tucking you in, “From now on you will be my apprentice, and I your teacher, (y/n).”

His deep voice made your heart flutter just a bit, and you turned over to avoid that calculating gaze he always held. The bed squeaked as he stood, his footsteps were heavy as he walked out of the room, gently shutting the door.

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Zhongli watched your fragile figure walking away from the safety of his home and sighed, “I suppose this will make a good lesson.”

He creeped out, following you and hiding in your shadow. Venti was trying to persuade you to leave him. For some odd reason, this made Zhongli’s stomach twist up in a knot. Still, he maintained his composure and stayed hidden from the view of the troublesome fairy and you.

“Where are you from?” Venti asked you.

“A land far from here,” You sighed, “I was passed around by relatives so I was all over the place.”

“Oh?” a crooked smile formed on the fae’s lips, “Were they kind to you, sunshine?”

You grimaced, “It is.. hard to remember. But I think if I was loved by them and did love them I wouldn’t be here at this moment.”

It grew quiet as the fairy led you further into the forest. Zhongli was beginning to grow restless. You stopped and Venti turned to look at you, still hyper. He beamed at your emotionless face.

“We’ve been walking for so long, I might get lost,” Your eyes moved to the side.

“It’s fine!” Venti cheered, “You don’t have to go back there now. We have to go far to get to our land, and the others want you so badly you know.”

“What?”

“Ehe!” Venti grinned even wider as a gold light began to shimmer behind him, “There it is. A place for us, it’ll be lots of fun and we want you with us so bad, my sunshine. It’s okay, nobody’s waiting for you. You can come with me, come with us!

He continued, “Come along now, sunshine. Won’t you come with me?”

“It’s true that there wasn’t anybody waiting for me,” You began, seemingly entranced by the melodic words he spilt, “But..”

You swatted the floating boy away from you and stepped back. Your hand flew to your head as the forest around you spun. It wasn’t right. This wasn’t where you were supposed to be.

Venti screeched as you stumbled, “Sunshine! What’s wrong?”

“I don’t care if he throws me away.” You whispered, “Mr. Zhongli gave me a home and has taken care of me. He called me his apprentice and said he’d care for me like a family. Even if he does get tired of me or get rid of me, it’s okay. He’s already done enough for me.”

“Well, it seems my puppy already knows where home is,” Zhongli’s deep voice rumbled in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Morax! Eh? How did you find us?” Venti cried out, scowling.

Zhongli’s fingers went to your necklace, fidgeting with it as he held it in the palm of his gloves, “You see, this puppy did need a collar and bell if you would. It’s not as if somebody like myself wouldn’t notice a place so full of magic and energy like this.”

Venti shrieked in anger, flying off into the light. Shame filled you as you turned to your master, head down. He chuckled and patted your head, pulling you closer to him. His strong arms wrapped around you and your feet left the ground, a panicked gasp left your mouth as he carried you in his arms.

“Let’s go home now,” His long hair tickled your face.

You nodded in response, still taken back by his sudden affectionate side. He was a strange man.

“You have a scratch on your arm,” His eyes were piercing as they stared at the wound you hadn’t even noticed, “I’ll have to take care of that when we get home. As your future husband, I can’t allow you to get scars so easily.”

“Huh?” You grunted, craning your neck to look at him, “Husband?”

“Ah, I forgot to tell you. You are my apprentice but you are also to be my bride and I your husband.” He spoke with a straight face, his eyes never wandered from the path as he continued towards the house.

Your eyes widened, “Whaaaaat?!”

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Zhongli had insisted you find a familiar, and you had. Xiao was a wonderful familiar although quiet. Most of the time, he was in his doglike form just trailing behind you. Occasionally he’d switch to his humanoid form to gobble up some almond tofu. You sincerely cared about Xiao, and he you.

Zhongli, however, didn’t seem as happy about this. He had locked himself in his room for days now. You knew he was exhausted from the battle against Signora and her experiments at the church but still, you were worried. Silver had begun to grow worried too, frantically checking on the strange man constantly.

“Zhongli?” You knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

The door opened but before you could react, you were pulled into the dark room and heard the slam of the door shutting. From outside you could hear Xiao panicking and calling out for you. Zhongli was sitting in the dark, still stuck in a partial draconian form. You could feel his claws digging into your skin as he growled.

“Why?” His voice shook as he buried his head into your shoulder, “What is this?”

“Zhongli, what’s wrong?” Your hands brushed his, gently trying to pull his claws from you.

His grip grew tighter and you winced in pain, “Why are you spending so much time with him? Cant you tell I miss you? Why can’t you see I need you right now?”

“Zhongli,” Your voice shook, “You’re hurting me. Stop it.”

He removed his hands from you abruptly and pushed away from you, his back on the wall. Your eyes had finally adjusted to the dark room and you could see the outline of his body. He had horns sticking out of his head and a long spiked tail. His hands were almost normal but his nails were long and sharp like claws. Every so often a forked tongue would make its way past his lips. His expression was confused, lonesome even.

Taking a deep breath, you crawled towards him, pushing yourself closer to him. You faced him, taking his face into your hands and making his cold eyes look at yours.

“I think,” You squished his cheeks gently, “You are jealous.”

He frowned, “What is jealous?”

“Jealousy is a feeling. It’s when you care about somebody and you don’t want to share them. You want them to look at you, spend time with you, and care for you instead of others. It’s a feeling us humans feel a lot.”

“Hm,” He grunted, “Is that what this is?”

You chuckled, he was like a child in your hands right now. You pulled him closer, feeling the sigh of relief he let out at your embrace.

“Zhongli, you’re feeling new feelings and that’s okay. If you’ll be my magic teacher, I’ll be your human teacher, okay?” You squeezed him in your arms.

“Okay.” He agreed quietly.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that. Holding each other in the darkness, both of you were at peace even momentarily.

“You wanted me to have a familiar,” You kissed his cheek lightly, “As a part of my training. Xiao and I will spend time together often now. But you are my husband, my master, and that hasn’t changed. I promise, Zhongli.”

You pulled back to look at his face. He was blushing slightly which made a snicker leave your lips. His hair was loose and wild and his eyes were no longer empty but full of longing and adoration. The two of you had already seen so much together, your heart thumped even harder thinking of all the moments you’d spend together.

This man had taken you in and taught you magic. He’d sworn to save you from your curse of a short life span. He’d given you so much love and kindness. The time the two of you had spent together had only been a few short months but it filled you with joy.

His amber eyes bore into you, you could feel your face heating up as he continued to examine your infatuated expression. His palms trailed up to your face, and he pulled your lips onto his. The kiss was warm and sweet, innocent even.

“You are mine.” He whispered.

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“Where’s (y/n)?” Lumine peered at Xiao.

“With Zhongli in the garden,” Xiao grumbled, “Why’d you bring this brat?”

Lumine laughed as Aether climbed Xiao. She has brought cookies to share with her friend. Aether had also wanted to see the two who had saved them both only a year ago. Aether was obsessed with Xiao and his teal hair and tattoos.

Lumine smiled at Ganyu as she walked towards the back door. Ganyu nodded and opened the door for the young woman, letting her outside. It was a beautiful day, not too chilly and not too warm. The sun shone down and the blonde could hear your laughter from down the cobblestone path. She followed the sound, excited to see you.

As she approached the garden, she stopped seeing Zhongli twirl you around. She felt breathless seeing the two of you dancing in the sunlight. His long hair shimmered as he spun you around and caught you in his arms. The rings on your fingers twinkled and Zhongli took a flower and tucked it behind your ear. The tall man planted a kiss right on your lips and turned to Lumine, winking at her.

“Hey!” Lumine waved at you and Zhongli, “You’re finally back from the honeymoon. I brought cookies for you guys. Congratulations!”

You grinned and waved back at her. Lumine was overcome with bliss at the sight of your smile. Zhongli had really helped you grow more confident and you had opened him up more. The three of you ate cookies and laughed as Xiao barreled out, chased by Aether.

“Oh! How many kids will you have?” Lumine wiggled her eyebrows at you as you laughed at Aether.

“Kids?” Zhongli turned to you as you flushed at the question.

Lumine nodded, “Yes, when couples get married they usually have children and start a family.”

“Oi,” you laughed nervously, “We’ve only just got married..”

“Children would be nice,” Zhongli looked at you expectantly.

Xiao cackled at your embarrassment. As your familiar he could feel those strong emotions since you allowed him to. You glared daggers at the adeptus, but he only smirked. This was your karma for laughing at him while a child harassed him.

“Lots of them,” Zhongli muttered, “A big family.”

Your face only grew redder. Lumine laughed and Zhongli looked confused. You all spent the rest of the day talking of the future and munching on cookies.

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